Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 464

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 464
The Head Teaching Assistant led them to a room labeled the “Minion Waiting Room.”
She knocked briskly on the door with her knuckles, and it swung open at once, as if someone had been waiting inside.
In the fairly spacious room, thirty uniformed minions stood packed shoulder to shoulder in parade rest.
“Well then! I’ll leave you to it, so have a wonderful time~”
The Head Teaching Assistant, spouting words like some event coordinator arranging a date, quickly shut the door behind her and left.
“Ah, wait!”
Merin called out urgently, but the Head Teaching Assistant didn’t return. They all stood awkwardly in the tense silence, facing the thirty minions across the room.
“It is an honor to meet you.”
A woman stepped forward. She wore the same uniform as the other minions, but a gray shoulder board adorned her shoulders.
Her short hair, husky voice, and piercing gaze left a striking impression.
Snap!
She snapped to a crisp salute facing Simon. Simon accepted the salute with a bewildered expression.
“We are the Student Council Direct Minions who will assist you for the next year!”
She announced in a ringing voice, her military bearing unmistakable.
“We look forward to serving you!”
“Oh, yes. We appreciate your help as well.”
Kizen’s “minions.”
They were not part of the Kizen headquarters or the school administration, but rather people directly employed by Kizen itself.
Most Kizen students came from the nobility and sometimes treated minions like servants doing nothing but cleaning and menial tasks, yet within the organization they held their own rank—and they were skilled operatives who carried out everything from assassination to intelligence work for Kizen.
Above all, Kizen never recruited anyone who couldn’t fight. Every last one of these people would transform into a soldier willing to die for Kizen when war broke out.
In fact, outside Rocksum, in the eyes of continental people, the minions were both successful elites and objects of fear.
‘…Thirty of these minions!’
Now she understood why everyone kept going on about the Student Council.
Dick, who had been on friendly terms with minions before, stepped forward eagerly.
“Right then, everyone! Rather than standing around here, we actually need you to help move some things!”
“…….”
The minions remained utterly still, eyes forward, showing no reaction whatsoever. As Dick’s expression grew flustered, the lead minion’s mouth opened.
“We obey only the Student Council President’s orders.”
“Oh. I see, I see! So, so that’s how it works!”
Dick tried to play it off casually, but couldn’t suppress an awkward, sheepish laugh.
“Should the Student Council President be unavailable, we obey the Vice President’s orders.”
“You heard that?”
Merin lifted her chin haughtily and folded her arms. Dick responded with a deflated “Yes, yes.”
Then Simon stepped forward.
“There’s no need to be so rigid about dividing up the chain of command. We’d be grateful if you’d also listen to requests from the other Student Council officers.”
“Yes, sir. If the President says so, we will set the other Student Council officers as tertiary command authority.”
So it all came down to the chain of command again. Simon let it pass with a smile and placed his hand over his heart.
“I’m Simon Polentia, the Student Council President. And this is our Vice President, Merin.”
Merin cheerfully greeted them with a bright “Hello!”
“Then we have our Treasurer, Dick Heyward, and our Secretary, Kamibarez Ursula.”
The two of them introduced themselves in their own distinctive ways.
“We’ll be working together on many things, so please take good care of us.”
When Simon extended his hand, the minion grasped it with both of hers and bowed deeply.
“Yes! We will do our very best!”
“Oh, you don’t need to be so formal. Ah, what might your name be?”
“I am Number 1.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Please use my number. I am Minion Number 1.”
Now that he looked, each of them did indeed have a number on their chest. Simon shook his head.
“When we’re in the thick of urgent work, we can use numbers or call signs, but I’d prefer not to start off that way.”
The minion’s eyes widened slightly, surprised.
“If… you truly prefer that, sir.”
For the first time, the face that had been utterly expressionless until now showed a hint of embarrassment.
“Please call me Mojo.”
“Of course, Mojo.”
Simon smiled warmly.
“It’s too lovely a name to reduce to a number.”
“Oh… yes. Thank you.”
Simon had only spoken his honest thoughts, but behind him, Merin and Kamibarez were watching him with narrowed eyes.
“As expected of you.”
Dick chuckled, his amusement evident. Simon glanced back over his shoulder and spoke.
“That concludes the introductions. Shall we all head to the Grand Hall now?”

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Simon arrived at the Grand Hall, where tomorrow’s entrance ceremony would be held, leading the Student Council members and their direct minions.
Minions were already there, sweat dripping down their faces as they scrubbed the floor and shifted chairs around. When they spotted the minions Simon had brought with him, they cried out “We’re saved!” with bright smiles.
Simon dispatched his minions to assist them.
“Send thirty more chairs this way, please!”
Vice President Merin darted about more busily than anyone else, barking orders at the minions. Her footsteps clicked sharply across the Grand Hall as she strode about with commanding presence, snapping her fingers crisply.
“Check if any chairs are damaged, and move the broken ones to the back right away!”
“Yes!”
Last year, there had been numerous complaints from outsiders about worn or broken chairs they couldn’t sit on. As two minions carried away a damaged chair, Merin’s voice rang out.
“Hey, you fool commoner! Add two more broken chairs!”
“Okay, okay.”
Dick was wandering about with a supply list in hand.
“Treasurer!”
Student Council direct minions came rushing into the Grand Hall carrying chairs.
“There are only ten chairs left in the Supply Warehouse!”
“Ah, we’re in trouble.”
Dick picked up a quill pen with an exasperated expression.
“I’ll need to withdraw from the budget and buy new ones. First, contact Talaria and tell them to set aside thirty chairs identical to these under my name.”
“Hey! You fool commoner!!”
Merin came rushing over as if she’d caught him red-handed.
For the record, Talaria was a delivery business that Dick operated.
“What are you doing, trying to use school funds for your own business again! That’s corruption right there!”
“What are you talking about?”
Dick narrowed his eyes.
“I’m putting them on credit first, then paying only the cost price. And of course I’m paying the supplier directly.”
“What?”
Merin blinked.
“Doesn’t that just mean Talaria takes the loss?”
“Right! I’m taking the hit because I’m part of the Student Council! Satisfied? Do I really look like the kind of person who’d try to cheat Simon?”
Simon, watching the exchange, smiled ruefully.
They seemed to be arguing, but Dick was handling his treasurer duties properly, and Merin was doing her job of overseeing the treasurer correctly as well.
“Ah. Ah.”
Just then, Kamibarez, standing on the platform, was speaking into an Amplification Crystal.
“Simon! Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, loud and clear.”
Simon headed up to the second floor this time.
“Simon! How about now?”
“Perfect! Kamibarez.”
After finishing the acoustic check all the way to the third floor and returning, Kamibarez, placing the Amplification Crystal into a box, greeted Simon with a delighted chuckle.
“Thank you for your hard work!”
“Sure.”
Simon knelt on one knee beside her to help place the crystal in the box.
“Simon~”
“What is it?”
“I’m so excited!”
It was clear that she was. Her small wings were fluttering eagerly.
“I still can’t believe we’re actually managing and overseeing the school’s event!”
“Yeah, me neither.”
“Do you think a lot of people will come tomorrow? I hope they all enjoy it!”
Merin suddenly appeared on the platform, complaining loudly about the lighting positions being wrong. The two exchanged a knowing glance and stifled their laughter.
“You were right, Simon.”
Kamibarez’s cheeks flushed a gentle pink.
“I think we made a good choice joining the Student Council.”
“Didn’t I tell you so?”
“You did.”
Kamibarez broke into a radiant smile.
“From now on, I’ll listen to every word you say!”
“!”
Simon’s throat suddenly tickled, and he forced a smile while scratching the side of his head.
“Hey, everyone!”
Right then.
A loud cry echoed from the entrance of the Grand Hall. Jamie, Sindy, and Claudia—his classmates from Class A—were walking in.
“Oh! Thanks so much for coming!”
Merin rushed over to greet them. Jamie’s eyes widened as she surveyed the Grand Hall in the middle of preparations.
“My goodness, what’s this? You really are doing Student Council work!”
Merin laughed.
“Did you think we were faking it?”
“You all look so cool! Hi, Simon! Kamiii, hi there~ and Dick, long time no see!”
As Jamie greeted them cheerfully, Sindy Vivache—who had been coolly observing the surroundings—poked Merin’s thigh and whispered.
“Must be nice meeting a capable guy and getting to do things like this. I’m jealous.”
“W-what are you saying!!”
Merin’s face flushed crimson, and she let out a sharp squeak. Sindy laughed wickedly, while Claudia clamped her hand over her mouth, her shoulders trembling with suppressed laughter.
“Anyway!”
Merin spun around abruptly.
“Simon! Kamibarez! Can we use the platform? We want to do a quick rehearsal!”
“Sure!”
Jamie, Sindy, and Claudia were also quite excited about the prospect of introducing their department to the 1st Year students.
In truth, none of the 2nd Years had fully grasped that they were now seniors. The eagerness to see their adorable new junior students was overwhelming.
“Ah, it’s finally here!”
Dick wheeled over a large cart laden with premium whiskey bottles and waved his hand.
Simon and Kamibarez approached.
“This is it, right? The liquor for the VIPs.”
“Correct!”
Dick deftly uncapped a whiskey bottle and poured just enough to barely cover the bottom of a glass, then handed it to Simon.
“This is a sample. The student council president should have a taste.”
“…Drinking while working is a bit much.”
“Don’t be difficult! This isn’t even half a glass.”
Simon reluctantly accepted the glass and took a light sip. His eyes widened.
“…Wow. This is something.”
“Mm-hmm! Nice, isn’t it? Kamibarez, want a glass?”
She shook her head firmly and made an X with her arms.
“No, I’ll pass on the alcohol!”
“What’s that?”
Merin and the three former Class A girls grew curious and approached.
“It’s for the VIPs. Try a taste.”
Dick poured a small amount of whiskey for the girls as well.
“Wow, the Student Council is serving alcohol? Is that even allowed?”
Claudia accepted her glass with an uncertain expression.
“It’s quite an old custom in the Dresden Kingdom. It’s called an ‘Old Chair’—it’s actually a high-class hospitality practice.”
The girls giggled and clinked glasses, then tasted the whiskey.
“Ugh!”
“Bitter!”
They all screwed up their faces and stuck out their tongues.
“Hey! Common! You’re going to serve something this bitter to the VIPs? Are you trying to ruin the school!”
“Of course it’s bitter—it’s strong whiskey! You alcohol amateurs.”
Dick heaved a theatrical sigh.
“I’m telling you, you girls only ever drink sweet wine, so you don’t understand real taste.”
“Simon! Is this really okay?”
Merin asked urgently, and Simon nodded.
“Yeah. I think older guests would enjoy it.”
“See! See!”
Despite the controversy, the purchase was already decided.
The whiskey was placed in the liquor storage and would be retrieved tomorrow.
If the VIPs’ feedback was poor, Merin made it clear that Dick would keep his mouth shut at the next planning meeting.
Just as they were pushing hard with the inauguration preparations,
“Professor Jane!”
At last the meeting had ended, and Jane entered the Grand Hall. But the moment she crossed the threshold, her expression hardened as she approached Simon.
“Student Council President.”
“Yes, Professor.”
She opened her mouth.
“This may be sudden, but there’s something you need to do right now in your capacity as Student Council President.”

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