Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 451

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 451
“The interim student council president, come forward.”
All the 2nd-year students turned to look toward the 3rd-year section.
But then.
Scrape!
The sound of a chair dragging came from the front, not the back.
Simon was getting to his feet.
“Huh?”
“Why is Simon going up?”
The 2nd-year students all showed confusion or shock, but the 3rd-years seated at the back tables maintained an uncomfortable silence.
Byeol-Ya looked up from the documents she’d been scanning.
“Right, have you chosen a vice president too? Come on up with him.”
Scrape.
As if she’d been waiting for this moment, Merin rose with a sweep of her sky-blue hair. She felt Jamie and Claudia’s stares land on her, but she straightened her shoulders and walked forward with unmistakable confidence.
She’d been waiting for this moment all along.
Ever since taking a seat here, she’d had her eye on Serne’s position.
‘How’s this? I’m Kizen’s vice president now! Simon chose me, not you!’
During the break, Serne had gotten under her skin countless times at the Ivory Tower.
Merin basked in the surge of pride as she looked toward Serne, but—
……
The other girl sat with her head tilted, fast asleep. Merin’s expression crumpled.
‘Ugh! She knew the whole time! She’s just pretending to sleep!’
“Merin?”
Simon gestured ahead.
“The podium is this way.”
Merin quickly snapped back to attention and forced a pretty smile.
“Oh, right.”
The two made their way onto the podium. Byeol-Ya patted Simon on the shoulder.
“Well, well! Our cute little genius is student council president? Look at you climbing up in the world!”
“No, ma’am.”
Simon bowed politely, while Merin felt as though her face might split wide open with joy.
I’m standing here representing every female student in this school right now.
I’m the best!
“You all know, but the formal inauguration of the student council president happens the day after tomorrow at the opening ceremony.”
Byeol-Ya explained.
This was just the 2nd-year opening, and the president’s inauguration would take place during the larger ceremony for new admissions.
“Still, we’ve got to go through the motions.”
There was a brief ceremonial proceeding led by the student representatives. Broadcast attendants handed out oath scripts and gave a brief explanation of how the ceremony would proceed.
As explanations were exchanged, the 2nd-year students became quite noisy.
“Simon is student council president? And he’s in 2nd year?”
“I thought Aizel was supposed to be president, obviously.”
“But look back. Aizel isn’t here.”
“What’s going on with this situation?”
Crunch.
Ranking 3rd, Hector gripped the armrest of his chair with a hardened expression.
‘Damn it, is he taking the presidency seat too now……!’
Ranking 4th, Merida Hu Ikel—who always seemed to be dozing—had her eyes sharp and alert.
‘……The man chosen by my brother over me.’
Ranking 5th, Aseraz Mikel wetted his lips with an intrigued expression.
‘A 2nd-year as student council president. Then that means I could be too, couldn’t I?’
Ranking 7th, Elisa Selin of the Phantom Ship was scratching her head with a dazed look.
‘No! I was planning to get on the council president’s good side this year for sure! Does that mean I have to suck up to that Simon guy? This is ridiculous!’
While the 2nd-years harbored their various thoughts about Simon’s rise to the presidency, the atmosphere among the 3rd-years was decidedly grim.
“……Are we really just going to let this slide? Leonard?”
A man with sharp, fierce eyes spoke from the 3rd-year table. It was Will Douglas, ranked 12th overall.
“There’s nothing we can do.”
The man sitting in front of him, with ordinary sandy-blonde hair, let out a sigh.
Leonard Peyron.
Ranked 4th among all 3rd-years.
“It was an agreement between Aizel and Phantasus. This isn’t something we should have a say in.”
“What the hell.”
Will’s brow furrowed sharply.
“Aizel can’t even guarantee a hundred percent he’ll come back. Phantasus used to be something we feared when he was above us, but now he’s just a regular person! What’s there to be scared of? It’s us who hold the school right now!”
Leonard let out a short laugh.
“Yeah, you’re right about that, Will.”
“See?”
In three hundred and thirty years of Kizen’s history, the instances of a 2nd Year becoming Student Council president could be counted on one hand.
Because of that, the mindsets of Will and several other 3rd Year students had twisted into knots.
A 2nd Year as Student Council president! What would the upperclassmen think when they looked at our generation? They might be mocking us, saying we had so little talent.
“You need to think this through carefully, Leonard. Our generation is caught in a sandwich between those above and below us.”
Will, lowering himself into a hunched posture like a bear, spoke with persuasive intent.
“Look at the year above us first. Phantasus, this legendary Student Council president, and his whole faction had the place locked down tight. So what about the year below us? If you ask me, it’s even worse! That’s the generation where Neftis’s daughter and the Ivory Tower’s heir both entered at the same time!”
“And then there’s this.”
Leonard picked up the thread.
“They went through the Saint Incident in the first semester and the Blood Heavenly Cult Incident in the second semester, and the BMAT campaign blasted them all over the media.”
“Exactly! So what does our generation have that appeals to the outside world as a hit product? Damn it, besides Aizel, what else have we got!”
Will launched into a passionate tirade.
“And that Aizel is tied up on a mission.”
“…….”
“And the Student Council presidency went to a 2nd Year. If it had been Lorain or Serne, I could understand it—looks like the adults got politically involved. But it’s not a giant hybrid, not from the Hector family, not some established bloodline—some random kid named Simon shows up out of nowhere and becomes president! What’s everyone going to think of our generation?”
Leonard kept his mouth shut, though his expression grew complicated as he ran his fingers through his bangs.
Just then, the voice of Byeol-Ya came through, holding an Amplification Crystal.
“All students, on your feet! You 3rd Years in the back, get up too.”
Creak.
Creak.
Everyone rose from their seats. Simon and Merin, standing on the platform, opened their palms and spoke in clear, ringing voices.
“The oath.”
“The oath.”
Every student in the hall raised their hands and echoed in unison: “The oath!”
“One, we—”
For Will, and indeed for not a few 3rd Years, this moment was humiliating.
A 2nd Year was the one speaking the oath on behalf of them all.
“Leonard.”
Will spoke quietly, his hand still raised.
“We can’t let this stand. We need to take the Student Council presidency back.”
“…….”
“We take it back now, and return it to Aizel later when he comes home, right? Before the outside world gets the impression that we’re powerless……!”
“It’s not the time for that yet.”
Leonard shook his head, his gaze turning toward the distant Poison Studies Department table. A male student with large horns protruding from his head stood with his hands outstretched.
“Even Balak, in second place, isn’t making a move. Let’s just watch the situation for now.”
“……Ugh.”
Soon Simon and Merin lowered their hands and finished the oath. Will, who had also lowered his hands, fixed them both with a fierce, piercing stare.

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Once all the procedures were complete, Simon and Merin returned to their seats.
“Great work!”
“You both looked amazing!”
Dick and Kamibarez greeted them warmly. The moment the two sat down, heads turned from all directions.
“Simon! Simon! Simon! How did this happen? Are you really the Student Council president?”
“Surpassing senior Aizel and claiming that seat! That’s impressive!”
“Hey, Merin! Why didn’t you say anything!”
Before the two could answer anything, Byeol-Ya shouted, “Quiet over there!”
“Byeol-Ya, wrap this up quick and help everyone get out of here, will you.”
Once the area quieted again, Byeol-Ya consulted her list.
“All right. Now let me bring the professors responsible for each 2nd Year department to the platform!”
The main event had finally arrived.
Kizen fundamentally employed a system where the professors from 1st Year continue with their students into the higher grades.
In other words, specialized professors with high personal understanding of individual students provide highly customized educational services.
For this reason, the “Department Director Professor” who takes responsibility for all 2nd Year students in a department was extremely important. Think of it as the 1st Year’s “Homeroom Director Professor” evolving into the “Department Director Professor” system.
“Let’s see, starting first with……”
Her lips curled upward.
“The Summoning Department first!”
Tension rippled across the students’ faces. Simon in particular was so nervous he found himself praying.
‘Please, please, please……’
The thousand-strong first-year class was divided into front and back sections, each with its own professor, and typically the professor with the better grades advanced to teach the second year.
“It’s the foundation and wellspring of Necromancy itself, wouldn’t you say? The professor in charge of our Summoning Department is—”
Byeol-Ya, scanning the list, let out a pleased laugh and raised her voice.
“Professor Aaron!”
Roaring cheers erupted.
Amid the thunderous applause, Aaron emerged from behind the curtain and made his way toward the podium.
He was unchanged.
Limp, unkempt hair, a bristly chin rough with stubble. Dressed in shorts with no pretense of formality whatsoever, dragging his slippers as he arrived, Aaron gave a casual wave to the students and then settled into the professor’s seat on the platform.
“Eh, you’re sitting down already? You’re supposed to say something!”
Byeol-Ya gestured frantically at the attendants, who hesitated slightly before bringing the Amplification Crystal to Aaron.
Aaron accepted it with a tired expression.
“This wasn’t in the protocol, was it?”
“Oh, don’t be such a bore. You said I could run things however I wanted once I took over as host. Just do it when I tell you to!”
Now that Byeol-Ya had the host’s authority, she seemed determined to do whatever she pleased.
Aaron sighed lightly, picked up the Amplification Crystal, and stood.
Everyone held their breath, waiting to hear what he had to say.
“No need for grand speeches. What I want to say is simple: if you lack resolve, don’t even set foot in this field.”
Simon blinked.
He’d heard that before, hadn’t he?
“You’re second-years now, so you all know the Summoning Department is brutal. Whining, complaining, self-flagellation—I won’t tolerate any of it. I’m not your nanny. That’s all.”
With that, Aaron set down the Amplification Crystal and took his seat.
The back section students murmured uncertainly, but the front section remained quiet, smiling knowingly. Simon did the same.
‘Still the same, Professor Aaron!’
Next came the announcements for the other departments’ professors.
For Command Studies, defeating Umbra from the front section, the back section’s professor was selected: a middle-aged woman named Stacey Sessan. To Simon’s mind, it was somewhat disappointing.
The Hematology Department’s result was unsurprising. Since Walter Han—that is, Silaji Bisabar—had died in the previous Blood Heavenly Cult incident, the back section professor Preston Patten rose to become the second-year instructor. He was a tall man of advanced years.
Poison Studies held no surprises either.
“Haha! I’m the instructor, you lot! Let’s work well together!!”
She’d come from the grasslands and weathered a boycott, sparking much talk, but in the end, Byeol-Ya had earned the students’ recognition with two powerful weapons—the Pitch-Black Poison System and the Immunity System—and ascended to become the second-year Poison Studies professor.
Simon thought it was the obvious outcome.
From a distance away, he saw Claudia weeping with emotion, clapping her hands.
“Next is Magical Combat!”
Byeol-Ya skimmed the documents and smirked.
“Ah, is this result too obvious?”
One hundred percent outdoor classes, making nature itself a classroom—that was the hallmark.
Her courses ranked at the very top of satisfaction ratings nearly every year, and while the coursework was demanding, it was equally rewarding and produced results to match. She was Kizen’s star professor, rivaling even Bahil of the Curse Studies Department in popularity.
Hong Peng was coming up to the podium.
“Hello there!”
She beamed and waved both hands, and both the second and third-year students cheered loudly.
“I’m so happy to be training with you all again this year!”
Her voice rose.
“For Necromancers, balance between mental discipline and physical development is crucial. When one falters, the other inevitably follows. So I’ve opened the 2nd Year Intermediate Martial Arts Elective—open to non-majors as well as our Magical Combat specialists!”
She clasped her hands together with a warm smile.
“I’d love for all of you to join.”
Her gaze was directed toward Simon, sitting in his seat.
Thunderous roars erupted.
Hong Peng sat down amid the loudest cheers and applause of the evening.
“My inconsiderate brother did well.”
Byeol-Ya chuckled and turned her head.
“Now, for Curse Studies—hmm.”
Her expression stiffened as she read the documents. Her voice, when she spoke, carried a heavier tone.
“There is an announcement regarding the Curse Studies Department.”

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