Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 457

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School: Episode 457
Simon and the Student Council members spread out bags of snacks they’d bought at the School Store and launched into excited banter.
Since Leonard, who had a gentle temperament, was the department representative, Simon thought his first impression of department life wasn’t too bad—but the other three had different opinions.
“They’re really only a year older than us? They’re absolute stick-in-the-muds!”
Merin spoke with heat.
“It’s always ‘You must do this! You must do that!’ We can’t even eat a meal without jumping to our feet and bowing whenever seniors appear, and if there are seniors in the shower room, we can’t go in and just have to wait endlessly—why should we take turns if we all share the space anyway? What is this in Kizen, which prides itself on meritocracy?”
“They’ll probably crack down hard on discipline for a few days.”
Dick tapped his own shoulder with a weary voice.
“The third-years this year have a bit of an inferiority complex. We second-years are getting evaluated as an exceptional class, and they’ll be trying to break our spirit while they have the chance.”
“Exactly! And the reasons they’re harassing us are just ridiculous!”
Merin’s breathing grew ragged as she vented her anger.
“Etiquette between seniors and juniors? What etiquette do they show us? It’s obvious—they’re thinking, ‘We suffered through this, so you should too.’ That mentality is written all over their faces!”
“B-but still…”
Kamibarez fidgeted with her fingers.
“…There were some good seniors too.”
“Ah, yes, of course!”
Merin, realizing she’d gotten too worked up, flushed and sat back down.
“We can’t antagonize the third-year seniors no matter what.”
Simon mediated the overheated discussion.
“Just as Dick said, let’s be more careful for the first few weeks. If things don’t improve with time, then our Student Council will have to step in and mediate.”
“Heh! In a little while, you won’t be saying things like that, Simon.”
Dick let out a sinister chuckle and tapped Simon’s shoulder.
“I heard the Summoning Studies Initiation Ceremony is notoriously brutal.”
“Really?”
“They say Summoning Studies and Poison Studies are the toughest two.”
Dick stuck out his tongue and made a throat-slitting gesture. It seemed to mean something along the lines of deadly torture, whatever it actually was.
“Phew, at least we’re on the Student Council, so we’re lucky!”
Merin spoke with a smile tugging at her lips.
“If it runs late, they might skip the ceremony, right?”
Kamibarez smiled faintly as well.
“When I said I’d be out on Student Council business, everyone around me was jealous. They all looked worried about the ceremony.”
“Hey, hey, Simon! We’re staying here for a while, right? Let’s stay as late as possible! As late as possible!”
“Haha, that’s up to you.”
Simon was concerned about Toto, who was the only one remaining in the department, so he was planning to attend the department welcome gathering late to check on him.
Knock, knock.
A knock sounded. When Simon gave permission to enter, the butler who had guided him earlier came into the room.
“All preparations are complete. I shall escort you to the Student Council Office.”
Merin let out a cry of joy.
“We’re finally going!”

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The topmost floor of the Student Council Building on the second level of campus.
Simon and the Student Council members strode down a corridor lined with glass on both sides.
“Beautiful.”
Merin gazed at the lit-up second-year campus with an entranced expression.
The Student Council Building stood at the center of campus, so no matter where you looked, the night view was stunning. In the daytime, it would be perfect for observing what the students were doing.
“I’ll be walking down this hallway every time now! I love it so much!”
Kamibarez scampered along with her face full of excitement.
“This way.”
The butler guided the four to a room at the end of the corridor.
It was a rather ornate door with two handles to be pulled open from left and right, and in the center was a large nameplate that read “Student Council Office.”
His heart pounded.
Simon straightened his collar and adjusted his necktie as if performing an important ceremony, then pushed the Student Council Office door open with force.
“Wow!”
Exclamations burst from the members following behind him.
As they stepped inside, the first thing that came into view was a large glass window through which moonlight streamed down poignantly. An entire wall at the front was made of glass.
With that glass window at their back, a large and ornate solid wood table stretched to one side, and in its center sat a luxurious high-backed chair.
Simon realized that table was his seat.
“Student Council President, Simon Polentia”
Indeed, a nameplate bearing his name sat upon it. Next to it were a Mana Stand and a flower pot.
“Man, that’s stylish, Simon! That’s totally the Student Council President’s seat!”
Dick threw his arm around Simon’s neck, cackling.
“You’re supposed to spin the chair and gaze out the window, and when someone comes in, you swivel back with a smirk and say ‘You’re here?’ That’s the protocol!”
“Stop spouting nonsense, commoner. Besides, where’s our table?”
“Over there, I think!”
Two long tables were set up at the Student Council President’s station—this was where the other officers sat.
The tables were adjoined so that two people could sit on the right side and two on the left, arranged so they faced each other across from the President’s seat.
And in the center of the Student Council Office was a plush sofa where you could relax comfortably.
Dick settled onto the sofa right away, savoring the luxurious cushioning.
“Hey, everyone! All this stuff is genuinely, genuinely expensive!”
Merin opened a cabinet and pulled out snacks and black tea. Even the teapot and cups were extravagantly lavish.
“Typical Merin, going straight for the food… Oof!”
Merin hurled a sofa cushion at Dick, then glanced toward the butler.
“Is it okay if we eat all of this?”
“Of course. It’s primarily for entertaining guests, but we’ll replenish it whenever it runs low.”
A Magic Circle was set up that could boil water when you placed the teapot on it, and there was even a Magic Circle that could find any book you wanted.
The thought that this place would be our headquarters from now on felt like a dream.
Whoosh.
Kamibarez was pulling back the curtains at the rear. As they parted, a massive window behind Simon’s President’s seat came fully into view, and beyond it stretched the nocturnal landscape of the Kizen Campus.
“It’s really beautiful!”
Simon paused to admire the view of the Kizen Campus before speaking.
“Want to try sitting in the President’s chair? Kamibarez.”
“Me?”
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Is it alright if I sit there?”
“Why not.”
At Simon’s invitation, she gingerly settled into the President’s seat. But the chair was far too large for her small frame.
She lowered her eyes shyly as she spoke.
“How does it look?”
Before Simon could answer, Merin’s shriek came from behind.
“Kyaaaa! You’re too cute, Kamibarez!”
Dick snickered.
“What is this? Like when a mom puts her babies in one of those high chairs?”
“P-please don’t tease me!”
Kamibarez’s face flushed crimson, and she let out a small squeak. The three of them burst into laughter.
“Alright, now it’s your turn to sit, Simon. It’s your seat anyway.”
“Sure.”
Kamibarez stepped aside, and Simon settled into the President’s seat.
“Hey, strike a pose!”
Though the chair was large even for Simon, he leaned his back against it, crossed his legs, rested his elbows on the armrests, and propped his chin on his hand.
“Like this?”
……
A brief silence fell. Dick let out a hollow laugh.
“The pose is a bit cheesy, but honestly, it suits you pretty well. Don’t you think?”
Merin and Kamibarez said nothing.
The angle of the moonlight was simply perfect.
The pale, silvery moonlight streaming down met Simon’s blue hair, casting a mysterious sheen, and as he sat in that oversized chair dressed in the black Kizen School Uniform, his confident smile was—how could you even describe it?
You couldn’t tear your eyes away.
“Ahem.”
Belated embarrassment crept over Simon, and he quickly stood up. Ever since that photo of him on top of Deimos at the Parona Peninsula had made the papers, he’d grown wary of striking such distinguished poses.
‘These kids are adorable.’
The butler, who had been watching with satisfaction as the four made a fuss over just one Student Council Office, turned when he heard footsteps.
“Ah! Everyone, the Student Council’s faculty advisor is approaching.”
The four tensed immediately and straightened into formal posture. The butler adjusted his stance, placed his hands over his abdomen, and bowed deeply.
‘The Student Council’s faculty advisor?’
‘Who could that be?’
Everyone watched the door nervously. The sound of light footsteps echoing across the floor came closer, and a woman appeared in the Student Council office doorway.
In an instant, the faces of all four—which had been taut with tension—softened into bright recognition.
“Professor Jane!”
Jane waved to the bowing butler, then entered with measured steps.
“It’s good to see you again. I’m the Student Council advisor for Kizen.”
Jane observed the four students with the faintest of smiles.
“It’s been a while, Class A’s troublemakers.”
“Professor!”
Merin let out a delighted dolphin squeak, and Dick laughed with a braying guffaw before leaning in to whisper something to Simon.
“Man, no wonder the Student Council has so much power—it makes sense with Vice Chancellor Professor Jane backing it up!”
They settled onto the sofa to talk. Jane took the place of honor, and the remaining Student Council members filed in to sit.
“I’ve been briefed on the matter.”
Jane pulled documents from her bag as she spoke.
“Including the details of Phantasus and Aijel’s transaction.”
Simon’s expression stiffened slightly. Should the professors even know about this?
“The Student Council is a self-governing organization representing students, and it’s our principle to interfere as little as possible. If the previous Student Council President established it that way, I have no objections.”
Jane spoke as if she’d read Simon’s mind directly.
She turned her attention to the composition of the members.
“Simon as President, Merin as Vice President. Not a bad combination. And Kamibarez as Secretary—meticulous as always. I know all of you distinguished yourselves in Class A, so I can rest easy. However.”
Dick’s face lit up with anticipation as it became his turn.
“You’re the one I’m concerned about. Dick Hayward.”
“Why is it always me!”
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Everyone burst into sharp laughter. Jane passed over the documents.
“Of course, I’m well aware of Dick Hayward’s abilities.”
“!”
“Still, if a Student Council member gets expelled in the middle of second year, it won’t just reflect poorly on you—it’ll taint the entire council. Make sure you keep up with your studies this year.”
Dick’s lips twisted into a bitter smile.
“Of course, Professor!”
Rumble.
Just then, the servants wheeled in a cart and entered the Student Council Office. They set down black tea for Jane and the four students. Simple snacks were arranged in the center.
After taking a sip of tea, Simon gasped.
‘Wow, this is so delicious I could cry!’
So this was what Merin meant by “premium.” With tea like this stocked on the shelves of the Student Council Office, it seemed you could enjoy yourself quite well whenever you came here.
Jane took a sip of her tea, then opened her mouth again.
“Do you know what the Student Council actually does?”
Simon raised his hand calmly.
“We represent the students and bring their issues and requests to the school.”
“Correct.”
Merin raised her hand eagerly, saying “Me, me!”
“We plan and oversee all kinds of school events!”
“Right.”
Kamibarez raised her hand hesitantly.
“W-we participate in external events and work to enhance the school’s reputation.”
“That’s correct.”
Dick raised his hand.
“With the Chancellor’s permission, we manage and increase the school’s budget!”
“Yes.”
Jane closed her eyes.
“Everything you’ve said is right. The Student Council is an organization that represents students. It holds considerable power. However, to speak in more fundamental terms.”
She set down her teacup with a soft clink.
“The greatest virtue of the Student Council is dialogue and coordination.”
Dialogue and coordination.
Simon’s eyes lit up.
“Already within the school, countless organizations coexist alongside your Student Council. Seven departments, clubs, student unions, self-governing councils, faculty, teaching assistants, the Butler Federation, various contractors, and even the Rochester Merchant Association. Most of these operate for their own organizational interests.”
She opened her palms.
“But the Student Council alone must remain neutral. You must negotiate with these groups on behalf of the school, draw them to the bargaining table, and extract consensus.”
Everyone listened intently to Jane’s words, hanging on every word.
“Of course, being the Student Council doesn’t mean you can wield power freely throughout the school.”
As Jane spoke, she reached for a snack. But the two she’d been about to eat had vanished without a trace.
She continued her explanation with a slightly suspicious look.
“Those organizations I mentioned earlier wield influence in every corner of the school, and within their domains, you must acknowledge them and defer to them. For instance, in second-year classes, you’re just one student among many. You take the same exams, receive the same punishments, and are evaluated equally. It’s the same in departmental life and other matters.”
Munch-munch.
The sound of someone eating snacks echoed.
At the same time, more than half the snacks in the basket had disappeared. Jane let out a deep sigh and spoke.
“Come out.”
Then she thrust her arm under the table. Merin and Kamibarez startled backward with little cries of alarm.
Clinging to the underside of the table was a small girl with silver hair, her mouth smeared with crumbs as she ate snacks.
Dangling from Jane’s grip on the scruff of her neck, she swung back and forth.
“Neftis!”
Simon cried out. Neftis raised her hand with a flourish.
“Hi, everyone!”

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