Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 467

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 467
The next morning, before dawn.
After stopping by the bookstore and the necromancer shop to gather supplies, spending the night at Harbor Lodging, Simon rubbed his sleepy eyes as he made his way to the Dock, where everyone was to assemble.
The sky, still dark blue, was brightening at its edges. The pre-dawn air was crisp, so he walked with his robe draped lightly over his shoulders.
At the Dock in the distance, servants were making final preparations for departure.
And in the narrow alleys around the Dock, young students could be seen catching the sea breeze.
Though there was still time before assembly, they seemed to have come early, unable to sleep from excitement.
‘I understand the feeling well enough.’
As Simon passed by them, a male student suddenly called out to him.
“Hey, it’s not assembly time yet.”
He must have taken Simon for a new student. Simon smiled and replied.
“Thanks for letting me know, but I’m with the staff, so it’s fine.”
“Staff?”
The new student looked at Simon’s face and let out a snort of laughter.
“What kind of bluff is that? Don’t talk nonsense—come hang out with us instead. What kingdom are you from…….”
But Simon had already moved on, continuing toward the Dock. The new student called after him in bewilderment. “Hey! Wait!”
“Welcome, sir.”
The moment Simon entered the Dock, all the servants straightened up and bowed in unison.
What’s more.
“You’ve arrived early!”
A man dressed in fine Kizen Formal Wear, radiating nobility, rushed over and grasped Simon’s hand. Simon shook his hand, then turned to look back.
The new student stood there with a dumbfounded expression.
“See you later.”
Simon left those words behind and disappeared. The new student’s face went ashen.
‘……He really was an upper-classman! Oh, my school life is already off to a rough start.’

* * *
“Student Council President, I see you’ve already grown close with the new students?”
The Kizen staff member asked playfully. Simon laughed awkwardly and answered.
“I’d like to get along with them, but it’s not so easy. How are the departure preparations coming?”
“Smoothly. The Yellow Spring Whale has already departed on schedule. We’ll verify the enrollment certificates in an hour and board the students.”
Snap!
Simon received a document from the staff member. It was a roster of those who would be traveling on the Yellow Spring Whale today.
The capacity was three hundred.
All their names were listed there.
Simon spotted the name of Heidi, whom he’d met at the bookstore yesterday, and smiled.
“Do you know someone on the list, sir?”
The staff member asked, noticing his reaction.
“Yes. Ah, but this is just something I’ve been wondering about.”
“Please, go ahead. President.”
Simon scratched the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly.
“Do I really look that much like a new student?”
“…….”
The staff member, who had been silent for a moment, burst out laughing. “Pfft!”
“Ha ha! I think even if you were standing in the middle of that group of new students over there, it would be hard to pick you out!”
‘Hmm.’
Simon gazed at his reflection in the window of the ship docked at the Dock.
A new student who speaks so casually and assumes he’s the same age.
A new student who wouldn’t even believe it if he said he was a 2nd Year.
It would be nice to have some sense of dignity befitting the position of Student Council President representing all the students, but certainly his face lacks that weighty impression.
Simon then verified the document with a check mark, entered the ship himself to inspect its condition, gave instructions on a few areas that needed work, and had just emerged again when dawn finally broke fully and assembly time arrived.
A female servant wearing a uniform marked with the Kizen insignia stepped forward with a list. She brought an Amplification Crystal close to her lips and spoke.
“We will now begin the boarding procedure! New students, please bring the letter and enrollment certificate you received from Kizen and form a single line!”
The new students who had been lingering about rushed together as if they’d been waiting for this moment.
Every one of them wore expressions full of anticipation and excitement.
Simply standing in line was enough to make smiles leak from the corners of their mouths.
‘Come on in, everyone.’
Simon, having removed his robe and changed into Kizen School Uniform with a Student Council Armband around his arm, stood a little distance away, watching over them.
“Um, what should I do now?”

Then he glanced at the staff member beside him and asked a question.
“The Student Council president just needs to stand here quietly with me and observe.”
“Pardon?”
“That’s what a supervisor’s role is supposed to be, after all. Ha ha!”
Simon studied the staff member intently, and the man shrugged his shoulders.
“Your job is to protect us and the students if any emergencies or critical situations arise. Beyond that, you just need to maintain order among the students. That’s what an escort is for.”
In other words, he had nothing to do.
“Rickman Mecknaíl. Confirmed.”
“Duntley Shamilan. Confirmed.”
The attendants lined up the freshmen, and a uniformed attendant in the center checked their Enrollment Certificates with a quill pen and marked them off.
The students who passed without incident followed the attendant’s directions and boarded the ship, taking their seats starting from the very back.
Watching the freshmen crane their necks and look around with wonder, Simon found himself breaking into a paternal smile. They were only his juniors by a year, yet somehow they all looked adorably young.
“One hundred students have boarded!”
Already one-third of the entire process was complete. Since no accidents or problems had occurred, he waited with easy composure.
“Student Council president!”
An attendant who had been inside the ship came rushing out, breathless.
“Forgive me, but one student is causing quite a disturbance……!”
“I’ll handle it.”
Finally, something to do.
Simon strode purposefully toward the ship. A blonde girl in a radiant dress was shrieking sharply at the attendants.
“You’re seating me in such a filthy spot? This is an affront to my house!”
Despite her small frame, her voice carried an impressive ring. Two attendants stood before her, looking flustered.
“We cannot have you causing such a disturbance here.”
“A disturbance? What nonsense! I went through all that trouble to get accepted to Kizen, and this is how you treat me? Does House Postard mean nothing to you? Get me the person in charge right now!”
Simon sighed and approached her.
“What’s the problem?”
The flustered attendants’ faces brightened at the sight of Simon. The girl who had been shrieking turned to him boldly and answered back.
“Hmph! Are you the one in charge?”
“That’s right. If you have a complaint, tell me.”
“Look here! Right here!”
She pointed with her fingertip. There was a small scratch on the ship’s seat—so faint it barely showed—with stuffing poking out.
“See? How dare you seat the young lady of House Postard in such a place! This is a grave insult to our house!”
“Um.”
The attendant was sweating profusely, gauging the mood.
Of course, he was reading Simon’s mood, not the freshman’s.
“This is Simon Polentia, the Student Council president of Kizen.”
“!”
At those words, her eyelids twitched, but backing down now was something her pride simply could not allow.
“So, what does being Student Council president matter? In the end, family lineage is what’s important, isn’t it? Polentia? I’ve never even heard of it! How dare you, a mere……!”
“Apologize.”
The gathered students parted to the sides. Simon too turned around slowly to look back.
Princess Molly was approaching, dressed not in her usual elaborate gown but in simple casual clothes, her wavy hair left loose and flowing.
“Mo, Molly, Your Highness……!”
The protesting girl’s eyes went wide as saucers.
“You are bringing shame upon the Dresden Kingdom.”
Molly spoke in a tone so coldly measured that Simon had never heard her use before.
“Your, Your Highness! I……!”
“Be silent.”
The freshman’s face turned deathly pale. Her hands trembled as if seized by palsy.
“I cannot forgive discourtesy toward the Student Council president.”
Molly spoke these words, then turned her body to face Simon directly.
And.
“As a member of the Dresden Kingdom’s royal family, I apologize on behalf of my subject’s rudeness. Senior.”
She bowed deeply at the waist with utmost formality, and a ripple of astonished murmurs erupted throughout the ship.
‘My, how surprising.’
An apology from a princess of the realm.
The Simon of old would have panicked, telling her to stand up and making a fuss, but this was an official occasion, and he was here not as Simon Polentia but as the Student Council president of Kizen.
In that case, rejecting her apology would be discourteous, and simultaneously, he needed to establish authority befitting his position.
Simon held his head high with composure and answered.
“I accept your apology.”
“Ah…….”
The freshman stared at them both in shock, blinking back and forth. When Molly lifted her head, she spoke with cutting precision.
“You apologize to your senior as well.”
Molly, who held the highest rank among Dresden’s students, had bowed her head—there was no way a mere duchy house could refuse now. That would have been an outright insult to royalty.
In the end, the freshman lowered her head to Simon with a face flushed crimson from shame, tears trembling on the verge of spilling from her eyes.
Her neck was so stiff she could barely move it properly, but she forced herself to shift position with a creaking sound.
“I—I—I apologize, Student Council President.”
And since she had to bow deeper than Molly had to observe proper courtesy, her head nearly brushed the deck.
“For now, I’ll let this pass out of respect for the princess’s dignity.”
Simon spoke quietly, his hand resting on her shoulder with an easy smile.
“But there won’t be a second time.”
The freshman’s face went sheet-white as she let out a shuddering breath.

* * *
Simon and Molly stepped out to the ship’s railing, where the other students couldn’t see them.
“I’m truly sorry, senior.”
Molly bowed her head.
“You should have been the one to discipline her, but I interjected…….”
“No, no, Your Highness! I was genuinely grateful for your help.”
Now that they were in private, Simon reverted to his usual self.
“It would have been stranger if you hadn’t stepped in, given the situation. Things worked out well because of you.”
“Thank you for saying that.”
The awkward tension dissolved at once. The two of them chatted about this and that.
“I was so surprised when I heard! A 2nd Year Student as Student Council President……!”
“Which is why I’ve got no shortage of headaches. Ha.”
Simon scratched the back of his head sheepishly. Molly, who had been watching him intently, spoke up.
“Senior.”
“Yes, Your Highness?”
She looked down at her feet, her face flushing, before gathering her courage and opening her mouth.
“Actually, I also…….”
Just then, a voice called out from a second-floor window: “Student Council President!” Simon looked up to see an attendant waving frantically.
“The freshmen are fighting each other! If you could just come for a moment……!”
“Yes, yes. I’m coming now!”
Simon immediately broke into a run, glancing back at Molly.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness! It seems there’s been an incident.”
“Haha, oh, it’s fine. Go handle it, senior!”
Molly waved toward Simon’s retreating back. Then she shot a displeased look up at the second floor before sighing with resignation and turning back to where she’d been standing.

* * *
At some point, Dick had said something like this.
-The 2nd Year Students at Kizen naturally get squeezed in the middle. The 3rd Years bear down from above, and the thoughtless freshmen cause headaches from below.
Simon finally understood that remark today.
“Hey! That’s mine!”
“Don’t do that!”
“Will you let go of it?”
‘It’s complete chaos.’
Simon chuckled to himself.
Now he understood, at least somewhat, how the seniors had looked at them back then.
In such a short time aboard the ship, how did so many fights keep breaking out? At first the freshmen had seemed like adorable little chicks cheeping away, but now they looked like little demons capable of causing trouble at any moment.
‘It’s the same situation as last year, but it’s strange how the perspective changes depending on where you stand.’
Simon stopped reminiscing and returned to the present moment.
“He hit me first!”
“No, this guy insulted our homeland first!”
A fight had broken out between sons of neighboring provinces in the Kalos Kingdom. Simon grabbed both of them and pulled them apart.
‘Well, I suppose our generation was like this back when we were freshmen too.’
The Class A students had also failed to shed their aristocratic habits back then, treating teaching assistants like servants until they received some proper discipline.
There was no helping it. At Kizen, only time could cure the “aristocratic behavior.”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two little chicks, their faces held firmly in Simon’s grip, thrashed about and continued trying to fight despite being restrained.
“Stop.”
Two boys froze at the chill in Simon’s voice.
One was already bleeding freely from his nose, while the other’s cheeks had flushed crimson.
“Keep fighting, you idiots!”
“This is way more fun than a real fight!”
“Hahahaha!”
Several students from high-ranking families were cackling, egging the brawl on.
Simon’s gaze swept coldly across the crowd.
“Everyone, shut your mouths.”
The entire assembly fell silent in an instant.
Simon turned to an attendant and spoke.
“Have the student sitting in the worst seat on the first floor swap places with this one.”
“Yes, Student Council President!”
“And please bring medicine and potions right away so we can treat him.”
“Understood.”
The freshmen hadn’t yet shed their refined aristocratic bearing. Within the school, even commoner seniors and teaching assistants commanded deference, yet these newcomers didn’t know the rules yet—and even those who did weren’t prepared to accept them.
That’s when Simon grasped a new method for controlling them.
He’d caught a hint of it yesterday when he saw Molly entering with the duchy house’s young miss.
“Kalos Kingdom,” Simon said.
As the freshmen blinked in confusion, a male attendant furrowed his brow and spoke up.
“Students from Kalos Kingdom. Answer.”
“Yes!”
The Kalos freshmen snapped to attention with loud voices.
Simon continued.
“Whichever of you thinks my father holds the highest rank in Kalos—stand up.”
While the freshmen exchanged uncertain glances, a black-haired boy rose immediately as if it were obvious. Simon gestured, and the youth rushed over eagerly.
Simon wrapped an arm around his shoulder, turned him away, and spoke quietly.
“Your name.”
“Burna Felton, sir!”
House Felton—a prestigious duchy. Perfect.
“Good.”
Simon patted the boy’s shoulder, and his eyes lit up with sudden pride.
“If you come from a high-ranking family, you have to live up to that dignity, don’t you?”
“Yes, absolutely!”
“If those who were fighting try to go back down and fight again, I’m counting on you to stop them.”
Simon offered a gentle smile and extended his hand.
“I’m trusting you with this. Understand?”
That word—trusting—echoed like pure magic.
The boy’s eyes widened with profound emotion.
“I won’t let you down, Student Council President! If those bastards try to fight again, I’ll—”
“Though not by threatening or bullying your peers. Make a mistake, and you’ll find yourself called before the Student Council.”
“I’ll remember that!”
The freshman, convinced he’d earned the president’s trust, walked back with newfound confidence.
Though the other students hadn’t heard their exchange, envious eyes tracked his every step.
‘Well, that should do it.’
It was exhausting, but at least he was beginning to understand how to manage the freshmen at the start of term.
While Simon rested in his seat for a moment, an attendant approached and offered him a cool glass of juice.
“Ah, thank you.”
Simon drank deeply, his throat parched. The attendant gave him a thumbs up.
“You handled that perfectly! I’d believe it if you’d been Student Council President since last year.”
Simon laughed out loud at that.
“I’m only a 2nd-year student.”
“I know that.”
But the rest was brief. After exchanging a few words with the attendant, Simon glanced toward the window.
The Dock. It looked as though something had gone wrong during the enrollment certificate verification process.
‘Another annual tradition,’ Simon thought.
He smiled ruefully.
Having rested yesterday, he’d have to work today to make up for it.
‘Should I go check it out?’
The moment Simon stood, the freshmen around him quickly cleared a path.

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