Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 455

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 455
“Is it okay if I sit here?”
Simon nodded with a smile.
“Of course.”
Lorain settled into the seat, her hair like ebony streaming around her shoulders, and straightened her necktie with composed eyes cast downward.
“So what scraps did you come crawling here to pick up?”
Serne across from her let the words drop with a sullen expression.
“I chose Summoning Studies from the beginning.”
She countered in an even tone, her collar folded with precision.
“Unlike you, who came looking for leftovers.”
“Is that so?”
Sparks flew between the eyes of the two girls as they glared at each other. Simon, caught between them, was sweating profusely.
‘This is insane.’
Though senior students were present and Simon fretted over a scene erupting, the second-year students at other tables watched with envious eyes.
The Kizen Student Council President, Neftis’s daughter, and the Ivory Tower’s heir.
It was a composition that seemed utterly beyond reach.
What could they possibly be talking about?
Perhaps a fierce power struggle was unfolding over the future and vision of the Dark Alliance, and over dividing the balance of influence.
“This person is seriously hilarious! Acting so cool and aloof, putting on all these airs, but I bet she’s wearing underwear with cute pink bunnies drawn on them, right?”
“That’s sexual harassment, Serne.”
“No way~ I just like cute things. So Simon, what’s your taste? Lingerie? Or something sheer?”
“…Please, I’m begging you—don’t drag me into this conversation.”
It was really just pointless, petty gossip.
Time passed quickly in the meantime.
Perhaps because overwhelming powerhouses were flocking to Summoning Studies, the once-unpopular Summoning Department barely scraped fifty people even with Toto, who ranked 382nd, joining.
And then.
“Rank 391, Soen Barus. Poison Studies Department!”
“Rank 394, Grast Rein. Poison Studies Department!”
Dick’s face was dying in real time.
The Dark Runic Studies Department and Curse Department were already full, and fifty-nine of the sixty spots in Poison Studies were taken. If even one of the five students ahead chose Poison Studies, it would be all over.
“Aaaaah! This is terrible!”
Dick, waiting below the platform, was flailing about in a panic.
“I’m sorry! I’ll study this year! I swear I’ll work hard this year, so please just give me one spot!”
A broadcast assistant tried to quiet him, but the desperate Dick couldn’t hear.
“Rank 397, Rilari Anre. Blood Studies Department.”
“Rank 398, Guillaume Marilos. Combat Magic Department.”
Dick rushed up onto the platform. The last student was just drawing a card from the flames.
“Rank 399, Abolla Rotfield. Command Magic Department! And finally…”
“Uooooooh!”
With a sudden cry, Dick came running with tears of joy streaming down his face.
“Professor! Thank goodness! Thank goodness! Ahahaha!”
Then he suddenly grabbed Byeol-Ya, who had been hosting the ceremony. She immediately frowned.
“You fool! What are you doing being so reckless?”
“Oof!”
Dick’s forehead took a hit and he crashed to the ground. Red welts were already rising on his body.
“It’s hot and I’m sweating, that’s all,” she said.
Byeol-Ya had a constitution where toxins seeped out along with sweat and various bodily secretions.
“I don’t care at all!”
Despite the welts covering his face, Dick sprang up with a grin plastered across it.
“Rank 400! Dick Hayward’s choice is—”
Before the host could even speak, he sprinted over and pressed his hand to the flames at the Poison Studies Department’s altar.
The flames wavered as if they might die out at any moment, and the instant Dick drew a card from them, they flickered and vanished.
It meant one department’s roster was now complete.
“Mmhmm!”
Dick smiled as he held up his student ID. On the back was a broken potion bottle and a skull mark symbolizing the Poison Studies Department.
“I didn’t think there’d be someone even crazier than I was at that age.”
Byeol-Ya let out a soft laugh and continued.
“Rank 400, Dick Hayward. My last student!”
“Yeeeeeeees!”
With welts blooming across his face, Dick sprinted toward the platform and dropped to his knees in a celebratory pose, his voice trembling with emotion.
“…….”
And the students seated at the tables wore bemused smiles.
“What is he doing?”
“You’d think he’d just scored first on an exam.”
Then the man sitting at the front of the Poison Studies Department table rested his chin on his palm.
‘What is this.’
Third-year rank two, no less.
A somber voice issued from the mask of Ballak, Aezel’s rumored only rival.
‘He’s one of us too.’
The third-years of the Poison Studies Department jumped to their feet in surprise at those words, shouting.
“Welcome! Hey, Dick!”
“Rank four-hundredth, the last stop! Come on over to Poison Studies!”
Roaring cheers filled the hall.
Dick, hearing the ovation, waved toward the Poison Studies Department table with tears of joy in his eyes.
“Thank you! Thank you, seniors! I, Dick Heyward, am on my way!”
Watching him dash over with such fanfare, Merin, seated at the Dark Runic Studies Department table, quietly covered her face with her palm.
“……Ugh, he’s embarrassing no matter where you take him.”
Kamibarez at the Blood Studies Department table, when her seniors asked about Dick, laughed and replied cheerfully.
“But his personality is really bright and wonderful!”
And at the Summoning Department table.
“He’s not your friend, is he?”
At Serne’s question, Simon nodded with a chuckle.
“Yeah, he’s my best friend.”

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And so all the department selections came to an end.
Curse Department — 60 students / Professor Bahil
Dark Runic Studies Department — 60 students / Professor Jane
Summoning Department — 50 students / Professor Aaron
Command Magic Department — 58 students / Professor Stacey
Blood Studies Department — 55 students / Professor Preston
Poison Studies Department — 60 students / Professor Byeol-Ya
Combat Magic Department — 57 students / Professor Hong Peng
Without question, the Curse Department and Dark Runic Studies Department filled their quotas fastest, each reaching the full sixty.
The Summoning Department recorded the lowest enrollment at fifty, yet was praised for having a more robust talent pool than any other department.
The Blood Studies Department had seen its popularity plummet recently due to Silaji and the Blood Heavenly Cult incident, while the Poison Studies Department under Byeol-Ya’s leadership reaped the benefit, reaching its full sixty-person quota.
“All right then, let’s head to the dormitory!”
Led by Leonard, the department representative, the third-year seniors escorted the second-years away.
From second year onward at Kizen, students live in departmental dormitories. Typically, the lower floors house second-years while the upper floors are occupied by third-years.
“Hey, look, the Curse Department kids are heading that way.”
“Looks like they get that big building.”
The Curse Department and Dark Runic Studies Department students entered sleek, modern buildings located close to campus, but the Summoning Department dormitory stood in what felt like the deepest ravine on the entire grounds.
The second-year students murmured quietly among themselves.
“How far are we going?”
“It feels like we’re heading into the Forbidden Forest.”
“So it really is true that the department’s situation isn’t great…….”
“Hey, you lot.”
Will, the disciplinary officer, glared at them.
“Got a complaint?”
All three fell silent. Now none of the second-years dared speak, too wary of their seniors’ eyes.
“Eek! The bugs scare me, Simon!”
Of course, all but one person.
Serne clung to Simon’s side, acting as though she were the most delicate creature in the world. Sensing the atmosphere around them, Simon gently pushed her away.
“Then just cast a Barrier. You’re good at it.”
“I already did?”
“Huh? Where?”
As Simon looked around, Serne suddenly latched onto him with a “Whoosh!”
“In Simon’s arms!”
Simon’s cheeks flushed crimson despite himself, and Serne, watching his reaction, laughed with obvious delight.
“Stop it.”
Lorain spoke.
“Simon dislikes this sort of thing.”
“Aw, come on — he says that, but there’s no way he really hates it. Only a fool would turn down luxury like this, right?”
Serne, having said as much, stuck his tongue out playfully.
“Besides, you’re no fun at all. Every time anything happens, it’s always ‘don’t do that,’ ‘stop it.’ Are you our teacher, or our mother?”
“You want to keep needling me?”
As the two began to clash, Simon sighed and stepped in to mediate.
The other second-year students, who had been watching the seniors’ lead, laughed at the sparring pair, and the atmosphere relaxed somewhat.
And then.
…….
Will ground his teeth and trembled with clenched fists.
With Neftis’s daughter standing right beside him, there was nothing he could say.
“Will, don’t do anything reckless.”
Leonard, walking ahead, offered the warning preemptively. Will startled and straightened his posture.
Leonard’s attention was not behind him. He gazed at the reliable junior walking at his side.
“That armband suits you. Hector.”
Hector walked with the Summoning Department armband on his forearm—the mark of the second-year department representative.
“Thank you, senior.”
“What do you think is the most important thing in an organization?”
Leonard posed the question, then spoke before Hector could answer.
“Discipline.”
…….
“Our department has a second-year student council president this term, and we have Irregulars too. Control is a bit trickier now, but within the department at least, your orders take absolute priority as department representative.”
“Yes.”
“You’re the face of the department. Your orders are my orders, and they’re the will of the department itself. Those students, as long as they belong to the organization, must follow your command. That’s how the system runs.”
“Understood.”
“We third-years will back you up actively, so make sure you do this right. The key is seizing control of them quickly, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Then, as the third-year representative speaking to the second-year representative, here’s your first mission.”
Leonard patted Hector’s shoulder and continued.
“There’s a department welcome ceremony tonight. Attendance is technically voluntary, but if you want to be serious about department life, everyone should obviously be there. Make sure not a single person is missing.”
Kizen’s department welcome ceremonies had a notorious reputation.
They were particularly famous for their bizarre hazing rituals—the Curse Department was known for cursing juniors to become animals and toying with them, while the Poison Studies Department was notorious for making people bury their faces in vessels of toxic liquid.
Hector bowed his head.
“I’ll do my best.”

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They arrived at the Summoning Department Dormitory.
It sat in the most remote corner of campus, with the Forbidden Forest at its back. Still, Simon found this location quite satisfactory.
The distant sound of grass insects and the gentle burble of a stream—it had something of the feel of Resshil about it, yet made it easier to visit Pier.
“Isn’t it a bit far?”
Leonard, the department representative, glanced back at his juniors and spoke. Naturally no fool would disagree, so an immediate chorus of “No, it’s not!” answered him.
“If you don’t want to be late, you’d better wake up early or prepare a rideable summoned creature for commuting.”
Thud.
“Ahhhhh!”
Toto, walking ahead, stepped on a bone scattered across the ground and tumbled. Laughter erupted from all corners.
“Be careful.”
Leonard spoke with a slight smile.
“The grounds have scraps and bones from undead creation lying around, so it can be a bit dangerous. Oh, and people should really clean up their leftovers, yeah?”
One of Leonard’s third-year classmates picked up the thread.
“Says the guy who burned down half the forest making a fire golem.”
“Hahaha!”
The third-years around them erupted into laughter. Leonard laughed too, looking embarrassed, and scratched his head.
“Come on, cut me some slack in front of the juniors, yeah?”
“There goes that pouty face again.”
“Juniors, be warned. Leonard sulks for three weeks straight if you upset him.”
The second-years didn’t laugh outright, but they did smile quietly.
Simon observed Leonard in silence.
As a leader, he was the archetypal benevolent type.
He had deep personal charisma, got along well with everyone, and moved easily through any group. Here was a man ranked fourth overall, serving as department representative, yet he showed no awkwardness when his friends joked with him, pushed him around, and teased him.
Moreover, only twenty students from the Summoning Department had survived the advancement from second year to third year.
They must be bound together like family, utterly inseparable. No matter what kind of challenge came from outside, those twenty would stand unified and face it down.
“Then, let’s go in!”
Leonard led the way.
At last, the Summoning Department Dormitory building came into view ahead of them.

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