Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 461

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 461
“If you dislike that, then let’s negotiate.”
Simon had seized the initiative.
But even if he became the official Student Council President tomorrow, the Simon of today lacked the power to overturn everything at once.
Above all, he was only a half-fledged Student Council President forbidden from interfering with the third-year students, so he had to distinguish clearly between what he could do and what he couldn’t.
—The Student Council’s greatest virtue is ‘dialogue’ and ‘coordination.’
Dialogue and coordination.
Simon opened his eyes, recalling Jane’s words—she was the professor overseeing the Student Council.
The real game comes next.
“In exchange for disposing of this Disposable Memorial Crystal, end all the welcoming ceremonies and hazing. Right now.”
Will, listening from behind, made a stricken face.
“End it here?”
How long had they waited for this day after becoming third-years? They’d only finished with twelve out of fifty students.
It was absolutely unacceptable.
If they backed down now, the second-years’ spirits would only grow bolder.
“Who the hell do you think——!”
“Could you keep quiet, Will?”
As Leonard replied coldly, Will’s mouth snapped shut.
“Anything else?”
“And you’ll promise that from now on, there will be absolutely no harsh treatment of juniors like what Will inflicted.”
“Fine. I’ll accept.”
“!”
The students around them gasped, staring at Leonard.
“But I have one condition too. That Disposable Memorial Crystal—I want you to destroy it right in front of me——”
Clatter-clatter—
The crystal was already rolling across the floor. Simon lifted his leg with a cold expression and brought it down hard.
Crunch!
The crystal shattered completely, and Simon turned his back and walked away as if his work was done.
“……that was impressive.”
Leonard murmured as if entranced.
Simon’s receding robes fluttered in the breeze, and the Student Council Armband around his arm swayed gracefully with the wind.
Then Will came charging in with a loud laugh. “Ha ha ha!”
“Destroying it himself—what a stupid move! Leonard! Just take it back, we can keep going——!”
“Now, an announcement.”
Leonard turned around to face all the students of the Summoning Department.
“The freshman hazing ceremony ends here. Clean up the remaining area and head back to the Dormitory.”
“Leonard!!”
Will’s voice exploded.
Leonard’s face still wore a smile, but his voice had become cold and firm.
“You’ve ruined everything yourself, Will.”
“……no, I only——”
“Everyone, hurry up. Wake the sleeping ones, gather up the trash, and dispose of it.”
The second-year students rose as if they’d been waiting and began clearing away the rubbish. The third-years grumbled with discontent.
“…….”
And Hector, observing all of this in silence, quietly drained his cup alone.

* * *
“I’m exhausted.”
Back in his dormitory room, Simon slumped into his chair, his limp arms dangling listlessly.
And across from him, Toto, who had been hesitating with embarrassment, finally spoke.
“……Thank you so much for helping me today.”
Simon, who had been slouching, smiled gently.
“No, I’m just grateful you’re safe.”
In truth, Simon felt a twinge of guilt toward Toto as well.
The real ceremony had been orchestrated by the third-years. In other words, the students caught for the first time in the ‘hazing’ would have been selected from among the second-years whom the third-year seniors had marked to have their spirits broken.
In that sense, Toto was his roommate, and the fact that he might have been targeted and called away for that very reason made Simon determined to rescue him no matter what.
“……uh, I have one question though, Simon.”
“Yeah?”
Toto’s eyes were on the Student Council Armband around Simon’s right arm.
“If the hazing was the problem, wouldn’t it have been cleaner to just use the Student Council President’s authority to ban the hazing? Why did you even negotiate with Leonard?”
Toto was asking out of genuine curiosity.
Simon, still sprawled in the chair, gazed at the ceiling and smiled.
“You know what, Toto? Kizen already banned hazing ceremonies for freshmen.”
“…Oh.”
Not just hazing—abusive conduct toward juniors had been prohibited across the board.
“But everyone’s still doing it anyway, sneaking around behind closed doors. Third-year seniors who break school regulations—why would they obey a ban from a second-year Student Council president?”
“So… you had no choice but to settle for stopping the ceremony altogether?”
“No.”
Simon sat up straight, his eyes brightening with purpose.
“This is where it begins.”
“Huh? What do you—”

* * *
At that same moment, in the Forbidden Forest.
“Pffffff! Hahahaha!!”
Third-year students from the Spirit Command Department were doubled over with laughter, clutching their sides.
And standing on the makeshift stage were second-year male students dressed in drag.
They wore wigs, garish makeup with lipstick, and skirts.
The third-years whistled.
“Whoa! You juniors look amazing!”
“Seriously, you’re prettier than our female classmates!”
Laughter and mockery erupted from all directions, and the second-year boys on stage felt utterly crushed. Most of them came from high noble families, elite of the elite—and this was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to them.
“Pay attention. We’re starting the dance routine now.”
A sharp-featured third-year standing before the stage spoke up.
“You all know the rules, right? Anyone who screws up the movements gets eliminated immediately. Especially the hip-shaking part—do it properly. If you half-ass it or look embarrassed, you’re getting your face stepped on and eliminated, got it?”
One student who’d already been eliminated was rolling in mud nearby. All the cross-dressed students stiffened their necks in dread.
“Then, let’s s—”
Shrieeeeek—!
Shrieeek—!
In that instant, whistle blasts echoed from all corners of the Forbidden Forest. Everyone jumped to their feet in alarm.
“What’s that noise?”
“The—the Wardens!”
Kizen’s Wardens, who managed the mountains and forests of Rocksum, came pouring out from all directions, blowing their whistles.
“What are you students doing here at this hour!”
“School regulation violation! We’re taking you into custody! Arrest them!”
The Wardens drew their bows and began casting nets. The students scattered in panic.
“Wait, what?! How did the Wardens even know about this place?”
“Just run for the Dormitory!”
The hazing ceremony fell into chaos in an instant.
The Spirit Command Department students fled, even summoning spirits in their desperation, while the Wardens shouted and blew their whistles in pursuit.
“These bastards…”
A Spirit Command student raised spirits in both hands and stepped forward, but a classmate grabbed him by the collar and dragged him along.
“Hey, hey! You’re not letting go?”
“Run from the Wardens? If we get caught, it’s not just a warning—we’ll face real discipline!”
And this wasn’t happening only to the Spirit Command Department.
Blood Flow Department.
Poison Studies Department.
Magic Combat Department.
The Wardens were simultaneously raiding the hazing sites of nearly every department except the Curse Department.
“What the hell is this?”
“Just run! Forget it and get out of here!”
Being caught and facing discipline from the start of the semester meant missing your first classes—there was nothing worse.
Everyone was fleeing or rescuing captured students from the chaos when—
In the Dark Reversal Magic Department, a grim-faced third-year male student rose to his feet.
Uuuuuhm!
He was determined. Both hands loaded with Dark Magic, he glared at the Wardens.
“What are you planning to do?”
“Beat them all first, then cast a memory-scattering curse on them.”
“That doesn’t cleanly wipe their memories anyway!”
“So what?”
The instant he raised both arms to unleash his dark magic.
“!!”
His body froze like stone.
Beyond the Wardens rushing the scene, between the trees of the shadowed forest, a pair of sharp eyes glinted in the darkness.
Sweat beaded at the back of his neck. The figure was too distant to make out clearly, but there was no doubt—
‘Jane, the Vice-Principal!’
The other students spotted her too, and panic rippled through the group.
“…Was she really planning to come out here?”
“If we get caught on-site, it’s automatic expulsion! Run!”
“That explains it! I knew something felt off about the Wardens finding us.”
The hazing ceremony across all departments was concluding rapidly, derailed by this external variable.

* * *
“The Wardens are raiding the site?”
Toto’s eyes widened as she listened to Simon’s account in their room.
“Yeah. All thanks to Dick.”
With his vast intelligence network, Dick had already mapped out where each department’s hazing ceremony was taking place. Using his authority as Student Council, he’d rerouted the Wardens’ patrol routes to ambush the scene directly.
Each department had set up camp in positions that skirted the original patrol routes, so they’d had no reason to expect this.
‘But there’s one more thing.’
If any student confronted the Wardens, there could be casualties—and that would be disastrous.
Simon had sent the one presence the students feared most to the scene.
Vice-Principal Jane Olivia.
Of course, it wasn’t the real Jane. He’d sent a Corpse Spider to summon Erzsebet from the Ruins, and she’d taken Jane’s form to walk through the Forbidden Forest. The students who spotted her would spread the word.
It was a precaution against any late-night ceremonies that might be rescheduled.
“Toto. Remember how I said we could only stop the hazing ceremony—nothing more?”
This wasn’t a problem unique to Kizen. Abuse and corruption exist in any human organization.
But teachers can’t completely prevent students from bullying one another.
And commanders can’t root out misconduct between soldiers.
Simply forbidding something isn’t enough to eradicate such abuse.
“Stopping it is the important first step, I think.”
Simon removed the Student Council Armband from his right arm and set it on the desk.
“Our class will be almost the only one in Kizen history to graduate without enduring real hazing.”
“…Ah!”
“And when we become third-years, I’ll convince them to abolish all hazing ceremonies altogether. Since our class never went through it, the argument for enforcing it becomes weaker. Next year, we won’t subject the second-years to it either.”
Simon smiled.
“That’s how we finally break this exhausting cycle of abuse, don’t you think?”
“…Simon!”
Tears of admiration welled up in Toto’s eyes.
“That’s amazing! You’ve thought it through that far! You really do care for this school!”
“It’s not that grand.”
Simon turned away with an embarrassed laugh.
‘I’m not sure it’ll all go perfectly, though.’
He’d heard that even this year, the third-years in the Curse Department had mostly skipped the hazing altogether.
Simon believed there was still hope.
‘Anyway, the biggest hurdle is cleared now.’
The informal Student Council involvement and the issue with the third-years had come to an end.

* * *
The long day was finally winding down.
In the dead of night, when all were asleep.
While Toto beside him slept soundly, Simon’s eyes snapped open.
‘I’m dead tired.’
Still, work had to be done. Simon rose and crept forward on cat’s feet, waving his hand in front of Toto’s face.
Soft snores continued.
Satisfied she was deeply asleep, Simon moved slowly toward the window.
Click.
He drew back the curtain and opened the window. Moving with practiced ease, he stepped out and shut it behind him, then drew his Cloud like a spoon and anchored it to the sill. Gripping the Cloud, he descended steadily until he landed safely in the grass below.
‘Good. Let’s go.’
He took off running toward the Forbidden Forest. At least the distance was shorter than it had been in his first year.
It wasn’t long before he reached Pier’s Ruins. He checked once more that no one was around, then slipped inside.
Tap, tap, tap.
Each step on the ancient stone floor sent a chill creeping up through her shoes.
Darkness stretched endlessly ahead, and a faint chorus of Undead voices drifted through the air—surely an ordinary person would never dare set foot in these Ruins, even if they stumbled upon them.
At last, Simon reached the bottom of the stone staircase, and familiar faces came into view.
“Welcome back, young master!”
An Undead creature, its body cloaked beneath wings larger than its own frame, bowed deeply. Simon grinned and raised his hand in greeting.
“It’s been a while, Achemous. Wh—”
“Legion Commander!”
Erzsebet came hurtling forward and knocked Simon flat to the ground. He grunted as his eyes snapped open.
“You startled me, Erzsebet.”
“I missed you so much! And the moment we arrived in Rocksum, I get sent on errands! This is awful!”
Kee-ree!
Kee-ree!
The Corpse Spiders around them chimed in their agreement. Simon, still grinning, reached out to pat them gently.
“You look well, boy!”
And here was one more.
A tall skeletal figure in a tattered cloak, perched atop the altar and bathed in moonlight from above, grinned wickedly down at him.
Simon returned the smile.
“Pier! It’s been far too long. How have you been?”
“Huhuhu! Only two or three months, and you call it an eternity? For one who is Undead, such time flows like the blink of an eye.”
“True enough.”
Simon got to his feet and opened a Subspace portal.
“You can come out now.”
A staff came shooting out of the Subspace with a soft whoosh.
At first glance it appeared to be nothing more than an oddly-shaped staff adorned with a face, but she was Herseba, officially recognized as the commander of the 7th Legion’s Mummy Unit.
“Ugh! So boooooring!”
She zipped freely through Pier’s Ruins, and dust around her transformed into gold, swirling upward to gather atop the staff.
It soon coalesced into the form of a woman perched upon it like a witch.
“Ugh, you little runt! It’s dull inside that Subspace! Why did you take so long?”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“She’s being so theatrical.”
Erzsebet scowled.
“She was the only one glued to the Legion Commander the whole time!”
“And I didn’t get to have nearly enough fun!”
Ever since Herseba completed her Legionization, she radiated the Dark Element of the Legion from every inch of her being—releasing her outside, whether in the Sacred Federation or the Dark Alliance, would be far too conspicuous.
Simon glanced around.
“Where’s Prince? I don’t see him.”
“Huhuhu! Prince was destroyed during combat. You’ll have to summon him again!”
“Right, of course.”
Simon withdrew a Zombie from his Subspace, slipped the Gray Ring from his finger, and spoke its incantation to the Zombie’s body: “Prince, transfer over.” Then he pressed the ring against the creature.
A low rumble echoed through the air.
Black lightning crackled downward, and the Zombie’s form was engulfed in brilliant dark radiance. When the light faded, a small Zombie child wearing a faded crown stood in its place.
“Why did you take so long!”
Prince rushed forward with a shout, his palm raised. Simon indulged him with a quick handshake, playing along.
“Right then—everyone’s here now, aren’t they?”
Pier, the administrator.
Erzsebet, commander of the Spider Unit.
Prince, commander of the Zombie Unit.
Achemous, commander of the Skull Wing Unit.
Herseba, commander of the Mummy Unit.
A reassuring roster if ever there was one. Simon nodded as he regarded the five commanders.
“Now then, I’d like to hear a report on what’s happened.”
“Excellent!”
The White Grave Dungeon.
During the break, all of the commanders save Herseba had ventured into that Dungeon to search for a new Ancient Undead for Richard.
“Hmm, but I don’t see any new faces—so there was nothing there after all?”
“No.”
Pier shook his head.
“We found it in that Dungeon. Just as I predicted—the plague’s demon hand, ‘Kal’, was indeed there.”
“…Ah!”
[And.]
Pier’s expression shifted in a peculiar way.
[He is here, in this very place.]

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