Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 453

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 453
“Once you’ve completed your course selection, please join your seniors in the Summoning Department.”
Simon nodded at the teaching assistant’s words and straightened his tie with a tense expression. Then he turned toward the table where the third-year students were waiting.
His classmates from the second year cheered and applauded Simon’s arrival at the Summoning Department.
But the third-year students did not.
……
Their faces were uniformly cold as ice, and several wore expressions of open disdain.
‘It’s because of the Student Council President position.’
He’d anticipated the third-years’ resistance.
The deal between Phantasus and Aizelle was only between the two of them. The other third-years had been excluded from the negotiations entirely.
The reason they held their tongues now was that they were cowed by the names Phantasus and Aizelle—not because they actually supported Simon. Rather than fixating on the position of Student Council President, it was crucial to understand the situation clearly.
Of course, since he’d anticipated this cold reception, Simon managed his expression and kept walking without showing alarm.
Seven tables arranged in a formation.
Seven tables.
Simon’s destination was the third table from the left. A flag bearing a zombie emblem was planted there, making it easy to spot.
……
Even as Simon approached, the third-year students of the Summoning Department offered no greeting.
Walking silently through the quiet, Simon gave a light bow to the student seated in the foremost chair and passed by.
“Wait.”
The student in that front seat stood up.
“Even so, a junior has joined the department—we should at least say hello.”
His hair fell in waves across his forehead, sharp-eyed with prominent cheekbones and a defined jawline. With an appealing smile and an equally attractive voice, he was, in short, the very picture of a charming prince.
“My name is Leonard Peiron. I’m ranked fourth overall and serve as the Summoning Department Representative.”
As he extended his hand, Simon clasped it respectfully and spoke. “Simon Polentia. Valedictorian of the second year and Student Council President.”
The moment “Student Council President” spilled from his lips, Leonard’s expression stiffened slightly—but the trace vanished from his face in a fraction of a second.
The two shook hands, and Leonard glanced around before speaking.
“What are you all doing? You’re embarrassing me.”
At that, the Summoning Department students suddenly rose from their seats and began applauding in welcome.
Leonard clearly possessed considerable influence.
And.
‘……This man is absurdly strong.’
Simon couldn’t help but feel a profound respect for the person whose hand he held.
Third-years truly were in a different league.
This person was only ranked fourth. He found himself wondering what exactly that Aizelle fellow—who’d supposedly held first place for all two years—truly was.
“Thank you.”
After finishing the handshake with Leonard, Simon moved forward, when a man with pomaded hair and a fish-patterned shirt thrust his hand forward.
“Will Douglas. Ranked twelfth.”
“It’s a pleasure.”
This was the same man who’d glared at him openly when Simon first walked toward the Summoning Department table.
Simon gripped his hand while feeling a flutter of tension. With this hot-tempered type, the coming moves were predictable enough.
‘He’s probably going to squeeze my hand during the shake—wait, what?’
He didn’t apply any pressure. Will shook his hand lightly and naturally, and now Simon tried to pull away.
“Ah.”
Will didn’t let go.
“You know, everything in the world has an order to it.”
Will said that abruptly and stepped closer, tilting his head.
“Think about it. You’re waiting in line early in the morning at a dining hall, and then some guy who looks incredibly strong shows up, pushes people aside, and takes the front spot.”
His low, rough voice quieted to a murmur.
“Yeah, most people can understand that much. Usually folks would rather treat it as stepping in shit and move on than make an enemy of some ‘strong guy.’ But here’s the thing.”
Will’s facial muscles twisted.
“That strong person acts all buddy-buddy with someone and brings some random asshole to stand right behind him.”
“……”
“And then the strong guy suddenly remembers he’s got somewhere to be and vanishes from the front. But this asshole can’t read the room and is still standing up there. So here’s a question for you.”
His mouth opened.
“What do you think the people behind him feel……?”
“What are you doing grabbing a junior like that, Will?”
Will flinched and turned his head.
A girl with cream-colored hair and striking eye makeup was glaring at him with a furrowed brow.
Simon’s face grew animated as he spoke.

“Benya, senior!”
Benya Vanilla.
A third-year student with a somewhat otherworldly mindset — world conquest was her goal. She was president of the “Mutant” club, the same one Simon belonged to, and simultaneously heir to the Vanilla Family.
“Hello there, everyone!”
She winked and waved her hand. Will, by contrast, hardened his expression into something threatening.
“Don’t interfere. Benya Vanilla.”
“Your greeting seems finished.”
Benya gestured toward Will’s hand as she spoke.
“Shouldn’t I be allowed to greet my junior from the club as well?”
“Tch.”
Will released Simon’s hand roughly and glared at her.
Interrupting like this in front of a junior, and with so many eyes watching, was a clear provocation.
“Think you can treat me lightly?”
“Ha.”
“Just because you’ve got the Vanilla Family backing you up, you think——”
“Will!”
Unexpectedly, it was Leonard who raised his voice to stop them both.
“Benya ranks seventh. No matter how happy you are to see your junior, she greets first, then you do. You made the mistake this time.”
“Leonard……!”
“Let’s follow the order, just as you said we should.”
Will twisted his mouth and turned away. Simon looked over at Leonard.
‘Sharp mind on that one.’
Leonard had scolded Will, but what he’d really done was save him. Will would come find Leonard later and quietly thank him.
“Anyway, welcome aboard, truly! I’ve been believing you’d come here to conquer the Summoning Department!”
Benya extended her hand. Simon clasped it firmly.
“Thank you, senior.”
“By the way, it’s a shame you became Student Council President — I was thinking of handing you the club presidency.”
Club presidencies were typically held by second-years by convention. Third-years often had external commitments and frequently occupied other positions instead.
“Toto and Fitzgerald will do well.”
“Right, they will.”
Still, he felt grateful that someone was welcoming him like this.
Benya excused herself to use the restroom and left; Simon made his way past the third-years and sat alone at the back of the second-year section.
‘Quiet out here.’
Simon stretched his legs and leaned his weary body against the seat when a roaring cheer suddenly erupted from the platform.
“Shatel Maer, ranked second, has chosen the Dark Reversal Magic Department! Let’s give him a hand!”
The half-giant Shatel Maer could be seen walking over to shake Jane’s hand.
Simon thought it was the obvious choice. Shatel possessed extraordinary physical prowess, but he was a necromancer specialized in the Dark Element.
After that, Hong Peng was seen licking his lips repeatedly — probably eager to develop that giant’s blessed physique through combat magic.
Roooaaaar!
The moment Shatel chose his department, an enormous cheer erupted from the table directly beside Simon’s.
The Dark Reversal Magic Department table.
The third-year students leapt to their feet and cheered; some even climbed onto the table, swinging their school uniform jackets in circles.
“A half-giant is joining us!”
“Welcome, Shatel!!”
Quite a different reception from when Simon had arrived at the Summoning Department.
Shortly after Shatel descended the platform and reached the Dark Reversal Magic table, the seniors welcomed him warmly with bright laughter.
Boom! Pop!
Colorful celebratory fireworks, conjured from the Dark Element magic of the Dark Reversal Magic Department, burst forth in a dazzling display.
Normally, using dark magic indoors was prohibited, but today the professors seemed willing to turn a blind eye.
The taciturn Shatel simply nodded and took his seat, but the seniors soon swarmed around him, bombarding him with questions and refusing to leave him in peace.
“Next is our third-ranked student, Hector Moor! Come forward!”
It was Hector’s turn before long.
Simon was considerably curious, so he straightened up to watch. Soon he saw Hector drawing a card from inside the altar of flame.
“What a quick decision! Decisive! Hector Moor’s choice is the Summoning Department!”
Yaaaaaaaaaay!
This time, the cheer came from none other than Simon’s own table.
“Welcome! House of Moor!”
“To the Summoning Department!”
Will, who’d been so aggressive just moments ago, was clapping and smiling, as was Leonard, the department representative.
The Summoning Department students handed instruments to their skeletons and performed a grand orchestral piece.
‘So he’s choosing the Summoning Department.’
Hector was a jack-of-all-trades who lacked no subject, but it seemed he’d chosen to further strengthen the Moor Family’s Dragon Form. After all, the Corpse Dragon was unmistakably the domain of Summoning Magic.
Soon after Hector shook hands with Professor Aaron and arrived at the Summoning Department Table, everyone greeted him with loud laughter and warm welcome.
“Welcome to the Summoning Department. I’m Leonard, the department representative and ranked fourth overall.”
“Yes, I’ve heard much about you. I’m Hector Moor.”
True to form, Hector was respectful toward his seniors. Simon, sitting alone, rested his chin in his hand and watched the scene unfold.
After Hector finished greeting the seniors and was moving toward the lower table where Simon sat—
“Hey, junior!”
A senior named Will draped his arm around Hector’s neck and spoke affectionately.
“Where are you going? Your seat is over there!”
When Hector turned his head, Leonard was waiting with a vacant seat beside him, grinning.
Hector had no choice but to move to the seat beside Leonard, who tapped his back with a good-natured smile.
“The Moor Family coming to us—it puts my mind at ease.”
“Yes, I’ll work hard to be of service to the department.”
“Well, speaking of which—”
Leonard pulled something from his pocket and set it on the table, then slid it smoothly toward Hector.
“This is…”
An armband with the Summoning Department insignia engraved upon it.
“Hector Moor. I’d like to entrust you with the position of second-year department representative.”
“…”
Hector rarely talked back to his seniors, but this time he replied coldly.
“I have no interest in such a position.”
“There’s no one else.”
Leonard began to persuade him.
“Originally I wanted to give it to Simon Porentia, who ranked first, but he became student council president, so there’s no help for it.”
At those words, Hector’s eyebrows twitched with displeasure.
“Right now.”
His voice carried strong irritation.
“Are you saying I’m his replacement?”
“No.”
Though Hector’s mood was ominous, Leonard’s expression didn’t change as he shook his head.
“The department representative oversees all second-year students in the department. When you’re in the department, you’re the highest authority—not the student council president or anything else.”
Leonard smiled warmly.
“What I mean is, there’s no one but you. Someone who can stand equal to Simon Porentia and keep him in check.”
“…”
Hector’s deliberation stretched on.
And after his deliberation—
“I’ll accept.”
He took hold of the department armband.

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“Ranking fifth, Merida Hu Ikel goes to the Curse Department! A round of applause!”
This time, the third-year students sitting at the leftmost Curse Department Table erupted in cheers.
“The younger sister of Chairman Phantasus! We’re counting on you!”
“Welcome to the Curse Department!”
“You’ve got to make your own legend too!”
Since Bahil hadn’t attended this event, Merida shook hands with the senior teaching assistant Cheheckle and made her way to the Curse Department Table, her eyes drowsy.
After greeting her seniors, she immediately slumped onto the table and fell asleep.
‘Merida must be specializing in Sleep Curses too.’
Simon looked at his own palm. The Sleep Magic Circle that Phantasus had taught him directly expanded swiftly.
‘I wonder which one is stronger.’
Watching Merida fall asleep in an instant, the third-year Curse Department students laughed with good humor rather than displeasure. It seemed their department representative had a looser style of leadership.
“Next, ranking fifth. Aseraz Mikel! Oh, and already in position downstage—smart thinking. Sixth and seventh place, you should be waiting down there too!”
As Aseraz accepted the Amplification Crystal from the broadcast assistant, Byeol-Ya asked her a question.
“So you jumped up to fifth without any special exception? And you got first place on the written exam too?”
“I was fortunate. I prepared well with previewing and reviewing, and I just focused on the textbooks…”
Aseraz replied with a bright smile.
And there was one girl watching the scene with a twisted expression.
‘…What complete nonsense.’
It was Merin, waiting downstage below the podium.
It’s all because of that bastard. I’ve lost first place in the written exam twice now.
‘Ugh, infuriating! This year, I’m definitely going to—!’
“Um, excuse me. Vice President.”
Someone spoke up abruptly.
Merin turned to see a girl with twin braids standing there, her expression anxious.
It was Elisa, ranked seventh, who commanded the Phantom Ship.
“What.”
Since Merin found her an unwelcome presence, she replied tersely.
“Are we close? Why are you suddenly talking to me like this?”
“…Um, well…”
Elisa nibbled at her lower lip, her gaze fixed on her own feet, clearly uncomfortable.
“Spit it out already, or I’m leaving!”
At Merin’s irritated outburst, Elisa squeezed her eyes shut and blurted out her words.
“S-Simon! I mean, our Student Council President! Do you think… there’s still any lingering resentment between us?”

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