Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 456

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 456
The structure of the Summoning Department Dormitory was quite unusual.
‘How many roofs does that thing have?’
It was a large wooden building, but the roof rose in jagged peaks like a mountain range.
It had the feeling of one massive structure with rooms attached haphazardly one after another — precarious enough to inspire mild worry it might collapse, yet possessing an odd charm. Like a fairy-tale hermitage deep in a forest, built by a retired witch amusing herself with magic on a whim.
True to its nature as a Summoning Department dormitory, some rooms were constructed of bone, others writhed with unsettling movement, and a massive tree had broken through the roof itself, with modest little houses clinging to its branches.
At the entrance stood two Skeletons over three meters tall, each wielding an enormous halberd. The second-year students tensed at the sight.
“Ah, that’s just decoration.”
At Leonard’s words, the students relaxed inwardly and passed through.
“Phew, had me worried.”
“This is also decoration?”
One student nudged a stone statue lightly with his foot. But the statue suddenly lurched to its feet and swatted him with its foreleg.
“Agh!”
“Hahaha! That one’s a real gargoyle! Watch yourself.”
Past the Skeleton and gargoyle, they stepped indoors, where warmth and the thick scent of tree sap greeted them. Thanks to the orange-tinted lighting hanging from the ceiling, the dormitory interior exuded an almost suffocating coziness.
Two hearths radiated gentle warmth, and scattered throughout were decorations befitting the Summoning Department — undead ornaments dangling creakily from the ceiling with startling realism, the kind that would look quite terrifying at night.
There was even an aquarium built into the wall.
Schools of sharp-toothed fish swam in burbling circles, and whenever a senior reached toward the tank’s glass, the fish would swarm black and strike their teeth against it rhythmically.
The seniors, long accustomed to this, played with the fish by wiggling their fingers.
“This is the Lobby.”
Leonard explained.
“When you hear the assembly broadcast, come down here and gather. And this is our dormitory manager.”
The attendant seated at the lobby desk stood and bowed to the students.
“You’re free to use the Lobby, but of course loud noise, smoking, and eating are strictly forbidden.”
Leonard naturally shifted his weight to one side and moved along.
“Next door is the Lounge.”
“Wow!”
They then toured the Lounge, laundry room, common kitchen, and other spaces — better than expected. Simon actually preferred this warm, homelike environment to the grand and gleaming buildings elsewhere.
Leonard now led the students downstairs.
“This is the workshop.”
Simon’s eyes widened. This was likely the largest facility in the dormitory.
It was the same feeling he’d had on his first visit to the Mutation Club. Various complex equipment was installed, and shelves were lined with all manner of undead materials.
“You’ll each be assigned a desk. And don’t touch other people’s belongings carelessly — the Summoning Department is quite sensitive about material theft. If you want to store materials in the freezer, you must write your name on them.”
Leonard rattled on with instructions.
‘I’m liking this place more and more.’
Simon was rapidly captivated by the dormitory and the life that awaited him. This place was fulfilling every fantasy a Summoning student harbored — two hundred percent over.
“Ugh, the reek of stale corpse~”
Only Serne, oblivious to the mood, made such remarks. A third-year female student turned to shoot her a look, realized it was Serne, and quickly faced forward again.
There were several other workshops as well.
“When you flip this switch like so.”
Screech!
Leonard, having entered the adjacent workshop, pulled a lever, and the surrounding area suddenly thrummed with a powerful hum, taking on a bluish hue. It was like watching a sealed chamber fill with water.
……!
The students looked around in wonder. The entire room was flooded with concentrated mana.
“Nice, right? If you create a Magic Circle here, you’ll get remarkably good results. Of course, whoever activates the mana must turn it off before leaving. For the specifics of using these mana devices, just ask the seniors working here — they’ll be happy to explain.”
Simon and the other students toured several more facilities: personal storage units, cooling equipment, and spaces for keeping captured monsters.
Leonard was explaining the Bathhouse, which everyone was most anticipating, but Simon’s mind remained fixed on the workshop he’d just seen.
“Well, we’ve seen everything, so now we’ll assign rooms.”
Finally!
All the second-years tensed.
“Rooms are two to a chamber. Just have friends pair up with each other naturally.”
“Understood!”
“Right, fine. Just wait here a bit longer and the dormitory supervisor will arrive.”
Leonard, having finished his tour, climbed the stairs to the third floor. The second-years used rooms on the first and second floors, while the third-years occupied the third and fourth.
The other third-years were also heading upstairs.
“Everyone, attention.”
Hector, the second-year class representative, stepped forward.
A third-year named Will tapped Hector’s shoulder a couple of times, cast a menacing gaze over the second-years, then followed Leonard upstairs.
“Before room assignments, I’ll explain some basic rules we need to follow.”
Simon had expected mundane rules about commute times or Bathhouse protocol.
The rules were a bit different here.
2nd-year students absolutely must not go above the third floor of the dormitory.
When encountering an upperclassman, bow deeply and greet them with utmost respect.
In the personal storage area, if upperclassmen are present, wait at the entrance until they leave, greet them as they go, then use it.
2nd-year students shall refill the coolant.
When upperclassmen give you a task, follow it without complaint.
And so on.
Some rules made sense, others prompted a “Really?” — the sort of senior-junior conventions typically applied in these settings.
“Simon, Simon~”
Serne whispered.
“Doesn’t this smell like stuffy old-timers?”
A few students stifled their laughter. Simon shot Serne a warning glance, while Lorain stood with her arms crossed, eyes closed as if lost in thought.
“Of course, this isn’t a rule the school imposed — it’s a code among the students themselves.”
Hector spoke up.
“I’m not forcing anyone. But as you all know, this is what department life is about. When everyone does something, when everyone’s done it, refusing marks you as someone who can’t fit in. What would be the point of standing out?”
The room fell quiet for a moment.
“There’s a welcome party for the department this evening.”
Hector glanced around at the students.
“Same principle applies. Attendance is voluntary, but if you have any sense, I’d like to see every single one of you there. Your upperclassmen’s connections matter not just for department life, but after graduation too. There’s no benefit to making enemies.”
Just then, heavy footsteps echoed through the space.
A middle-aged woman in baggy clothes approached, and Hector quickly retreated to his spot.
“I’m Margaret, the dormitory supervisor.”
Margaret had an extremely stern and fastidious demeanor.
Unlike the other staff, the supervisor wielded the authority to discipline students and assign demerits — making her someone you had to be extremely careful around during dormitory life.
“I’ll now explain the rules and precautions.”
A brief greeting, then she immediately launched into a lengthy list of regulations.
While Hector had explained the senior-junior hierarchy, Margaret now outlined the standard rules of daily conduct.
Curfew, demerit procedures, laundry etiquette.
Beyond that, proper garbage disposal methods, and a strict prohibition on drinking or smoking within the dormitory. Particularly, sneaking into someone of the opposite sex’s room would earn both the room’s resident and the offender maximum demerits.
“If you do what you’re supposed to and rest, I have no reason to interfere or give you demerits.”
She opened her eyes sharply.
“I hope you’ll all follow the rules and conduct yourselves properly.”
“Yes!”
“Now we’ll begin room assignments. Walk around freely, check your room numbers, find your desired roommate, and sign this form. Male students use the right staircase; female students use the left.”
She nodded once.
“Begin.”
Whoosh!
The moment those words left her mouth, students stepped on shadows and launched into the air.
Racing toward the stairs to claim the best rooms, Margaret’s mouth opened monstrously wide.
“I said no running indoors — that’s a demerit!!”
The students all froze mid-sprint and switched to walking.
“Especially you, green-haired boy who used shadow-stepping, and the student next to you — come here. Demerit.”
“Y-yes?”
“Come here.”
As the two students trudged over to the supervisor, Simon quickly climbed the stairs toward the second floor.
“Ugh, what.”
“Looks like there’s no premium room after all?”
The students who’d arrived first said as much. Simon confirmed it himself — the rooms were largely identical in size, furnishings, and bed dimensions.
If all the rooms were the same, the next important factor was your roommate.
“Wait, Student Council President!!”
Simon, who’d been examining a room, spun around in surprise. An unfamiliar brown-haired boy with a grin on his face called out.
“Want to room with me? Let’s do it?”
Having a stranger suddenly propositions you like that felt awkward. More students then approached.
“Hey! Simon! I saw that guy snoring like crazy!”
“You’re insane, brown-hair!”
“Simon! Or, uh, President! You’re from Baldwin House, right? I’m from Baldwin too!”
Day one of 2nd-year department life.
Friends he’d grown close to in 1st year had scattered to different departments; everyone was essentially a stranger now. If you didn’t have a particularly close friend, attaching yourself to someone famous and inflating your network was one of the safer plays.
Of course, Simon himself felt slightly bewildered.
‘Since I don’t have anyone, honestly it doesn’t matter much who I room with.’
But the few students standing before him now didn’t feel like a burden so much as an unwelcome directness—each approach calibrated, calculated.
There was no genuine warmth in their offers of friendship. Their eyes glittered with something sharper: the hunger to extract something from him, to leverage whatever advantage his background might provide.
Scanning the crowd, Simon noticed a boy standing apart from the rest, keeping his distance from those extending their hands.
Small and slight, he watched the other students sideways, stammered when he tried to speak, then resigned himself and turned to leave.
“Thank you all, but I’m sorry.”
Simon spoke up.
“I already promised someone I’d be roommates with them.”
The small boy, who’d been walking away, stopped in his tracks. Simon caught his eye and spoke again.
“Right, Toto?”
!
Toto spun around, eyes wide on Simon. The other students stared at him with open skepticism.
‘Who is this guy?’
‘The Student Council President is rooming with him?’
Toto swallowed hard, his throat tight. But the thrill of being chosen by Simon outweighed the crushing weight of their stares.
“Yeah, Simon! Which room should we take?”
Simon smiled faintly and pointed with one finger.
“How about this one? It’s close to the stairs and looks pretty good.”
“Yeah, perfect!”
The other students eventually lost interest and drifted away. Once they were alone, Toto’s eyes shone with gratitude.
“Are you really going to share a room with me?”
Simon scratched the side of his head, a sheepish grin crossing his face.
“If that’s all right with you.”
“Thank you so much, Simon!”
“I should be thanking you.”
The two of them descended the stairs, found their assigned room, and signed their names on the registry.
“Oh, by the way—what about Fitzgerald?”
“When I looked earlier, he’d already claimed a room with someone else.”
“Good timing, then. Let’s start unpacking.”
“Sounds good!”

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The dormitory room was small but cozy—far more comfortable than last year.
Admittedly, the first-year building itself had been nicer, but back then he’d shared a room with three people. Now, with just the two of them, the space felt comparatively spacious and open.
“Simon, did you know? The third-years each get their own private room—the biggest, best one in the whole dorm!”
“That’s all the motivation I need to advance. I want that room.”
“Haha!”
Toto was reserved at first, but once comfortable, his words came freely. They shared an interest in Summoning Studies, which made conversation flow naturally between them.
As they chatted and unpacked items from Toto’s subspace, evening crept upon them.
A long breath escaped Simon.
He sat on the soft bed, gathering his thoughts.
The day was fading, but there remained much to do.
He had to attend the department welcome party, find out what had happened to Bahil, and make his way to Pier’s Ruins to report—and listen—in his capacity as Legion Commander.
He decided he’d make an appearance at the welcome party, read the room carefully, and slip away at the right moment.
“Dusk already. My heart’s racing.”
Toto, gazing out the window, clenched his teeth.
“Why are you nervous?”
“The welcome party! They say the seniors make you drink a lot, make you do talent showcases, and… there’s this whole initiation thing……”
“If it gets too rough, just tell a senior and excuse yourself politely.”
“But—how do you even say something like that?”
Just then, a voice crackled through the dormitory intercom.
—Simon Polentia, Student Council President. Please come down to the Lobby immediately.
Simon stood.
“Huh? What’s this about?”
“Sounds like Student Council business.”
“Guess so.”
Simon threw an outer robe over his shirt and prepared to leave. Toto watched enviously and waved him off.
“Have a good one.”
“I’ll stop by the welcome party later if the work’s done.”
“No, no—stay at Student Council as long as you can! There’s nothing to gain coming here early. Got it?”
—Simon Polentia, Student Council President. Come down to the Lobby at once.
Simon let out a wry smile.
“The housemaster’s in a hurry. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay!”
Simon left the room at once and descended the stairs with quick, long strides.
The housemaster was waiting in the Lobby.
“Simon Polentia, there’s been a message from the school administration. You’re to head directly to the Student Council Building right away.”
“What’s this about?”
“It’s a Student Council assembly. They’ll give you the details there.”
Simon nodded and set off immediately. He’d just opened the door and stepped outside when—
“Simon Polentia.”
Hector stood waiting against the wall with his arms folded. Simon looked startled and opened his mouth.
“Oh, Hector. It’s been a while….”
“Skip the pleasantries.”
Hector pushed off from the wall and straightened up.
“Are you already planning to clash with your seniors?”
“…What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“The third-year seniors aren’t happy about having a second-year as Student Council President. If you use your council duties as an excuse to skip out on the welcome party the seniors are throwing, they’ll be even less pleased.”
“….”
Hector continued calmly.
“I hear that anyway, you’re just holding the position for a few months until Aezel returns and takes it back. If you think strategically, you should be able to calculate which side is worth investing in.”
Simon smiled slightly.
“A few months or a few weeks—this is still a responsibility given to me. I can’t just pretend I didn’t hear it.”
“….”
Even as he said it, Simon had expected Hector to push harder.
As the second-year department representative, making sure all students attended the welcome party was his job.
But—
“Do as you like.”
Hector turned away coolly and walked off.
“Just remember, the consequences are yours to deal with.”
Click!
The Dormitory door shut. Simon gazed out at the darkening Garden and loosened his collar.
‘Might as well go.’

* * *
The second-year Campus gleamed with the streetlamps fitted with Mana Lighting as dusk fell.
After arriving safely on Campus, Simon made his way to the Student Council Building at the center.
“We’ve been waiting for you, President.”
An attendant waiting at the entrance bowed.
“Let’s go to the Lounge first. Everyone’s waiting.”
Simon followed him to the brightly lit Lounge on the first floor. As he stepped inside, he saw familiar faces.
“Oh, Simon! You’re here?”
Kamibarez fluttered her delicate wings in greeting. Merin and Dick, whose expressions had been somewhat stiff, brightened noticeably when they saw him.
“Made it, President?”
“Hey! My bestie!”
Dick thrust out his fist, and Simon bumped it back.
“Hey.”
“Heh, wow. Really?”
Dick chuckled.
“We just haven’t seen each other for a few hours and everyone’s acting like it’s been forever.”
“Right?”
Kamibarez nodded eagerly. Simon made a light “whoosh” sound and settled comfortably onto the sofa.
“So I’m already getting council work on my first day.”
“Yeah, yeah. They’re cleaning up the council office right now, so we’re just sitting here for a bit.”
Merin said. Simon straightened up and looked at his friends.
“So how’s everyone finding the department atmosphere?”
The moment Simon brought up the topic—
“It was super super strange!”
“Scary! The seniors are so serious and intimidating!”
“Ah, the Dark Reversal Magic department’s pretty tame. The Poison Magic department has nothing but complete lunatics!”
“Our department rep—!”
“Listen to me! Just listen to what I have to say first!”
Words tumbled out like water breaching a dam. Simon managed a wry smile.
“One at a time. Tell me one at a time.”

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