Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 473

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Chapter 473
“Special Case #1, Sasha Andrasil! Please come up to the podium!”
The surroundings fell into a deathly hush. Not only the thousand new students, but even the outsiders in the upper levels were startled by the name Sasha.
“Who’s Sasha? Do you know?”
“Never heard the name before.”
“Wasn’t the Mercenary King ranked #1?”
Letting her classmates’ murmurs wash over her, Sasha walked toward the podium.
She was unrecognizable—so transformed.
Her eyes gleamed with clarity and intelligence, her gaunt frame had filled out, she’d grown taller, and her short brown hair was vibrant with vitality. Dressed in a Kizen school uniform, the shabby, grimy girl she’d been in the Neutral Territory as an orphan had vanished without a trace.
Like a duckling that had become a swan.
Simon, too, watched her pass with an expression of surprise.
Whisper.
The two of them crossed paths. Simon turned to look back, and so did Sasha. He saw her wave.
“See you in a bit. Simon.”
“Yeah.”
Simon smiled warmly.
“Congratulations on Special Case #1.”
She answered with a nod and a smile.
Soon Sasha took her place on the podium. Arthur, who was already standing there, noticed her, and she took the spot beside him, speaking bluntly.
“What are you staring at?”
“Oh, no. I was just wondering if you know the student council president.”
“That’s none of your business.”
A curt reply came back. Arthur figured her mood wasn’t particularly good today and turned his gaze away.
Soon an attendant finished explaining the details and placed the paper containing the oath in front of them.
“Keep up with my pace.”
“No way. You keep up with my signal.”
The two, bickering, raised their open palms and shouted without any clear precedence.
“I swear!”
“I swear!”
At the moment both swore, all the other new students similarly opened their palms and echoed the oath.
‘Something feels strange.’
Simon, who had come to the podium for the student council president’s investiture, observed this sight with a satisfied expression.
‘So those two are Special Case #1 and #2.’
Sasha’s eyes, as she recited the oath steadily, turned toward Simon.
She gave him a light wink, then began racing through her lines at an accelerated tempo. Caught off guard by the sudden shift in pace, Arthur kept fumbling, and laughter rippled through the new students.
“Agent Simon!”
Partway through the oath ceremony, the host Seiwyr approached Simon casually.
“Oh, it’s been a long time. Seiwyr.”
The two shook hands warmly.
“The bonds of fate between people are truly remarkable.”
Seiwyr spoke, looking at Sasha.
“An orphan from the Neutral Territory has grown so much to become Special Case #1 at Kizen, I, who was once a low-ranking agent, am now hosting ceremonies at Kizen, and you, Agent Simon, are standing here as student council president.”
“Yes.”
Simon replied with a voice full of mixed emotions.
“It’s truly remarkable.”
Just as the first-year oath came to an end, Seiwyr stepped forward to prompt applause from the audience, while Sasha and Arthur—apparently on poor terms already—exchanged hostile glances as they descended from the podium.
At that moment, the curtain behind the podium swept open, and a broadcast attendant gestured.
“Student council president! This way!”
“Right, coming.”
As Simon stepped through the curtain into the rear of the Grand Hall, he was taken aback. Attendants were rushing about frantically, preparing for the next segment.
Beside him, a middle-aged man with a protruding belly was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief when his name was called by Seiwyr; he scurried outside, followed by the sound of applause from the students.
“The student council president’s turn is next.”
The attendant spoke rapidly, flipping through documents.
“You know how it works, right? You lay down the Skull Staff before the Vice Rector, kneel on one knee, and the Vice Rector drapes the Student Council President Coat over you—that’s the end. Simple, isn’t it? Just like the Necromancer Oath. Then comes your speech. Just share your thoughts on becoming president or something like that.”
Simon spoke in confusion.
“A staff? What staff?”
“It’s coming now.”
Two attendants were grunting and straining as they carried a large ceremonial staff topped with a skull. It looked heavy at a glance.
“Ah! And you have to hold it with one hand!”
…….
Simon attempted to lift the chairperson’s staff with one hand, then gave up. This time, channeling Darkness into both arms, he managed to hoist it, though barely. A wry smile crossed his lips.
‘I’ll need to use Internal Black Flame Manifestation if I want to lift it one-handed.’
The attendant monitoring the curtain caught sight of Simon and spoke.
“President! Time to get ready!”
“Right. By the way, who’s standing in for the Rector…?”
“That would be Vice Rector Jane, I imagine. The Rector should be here, but as you know, he’s an extraordinarily busy man.”
At that moment, the male voice murmuring onstage cut off, and Seiwyr’s closing remarks came through. Applause rippled across the hall.
“And now, President! It’s your turn!”

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The third-floor VIP Seating of Kizen Grand Hall.
There, the renowned elders and old men of the Dark Alliance sat in antique chairs, watching the entrance ceremony unfold.
“This year’s entrance ceremony lacks any real spectacle.”
“The host is an expelled Necromancer, Special Case One is a commoner, and Special Case Two is a mercenary, or so I heard.”
“Even setting aside the mercenary—Sasha Andrasil? I’ve never even heard of her.”
“She’s from Neutral Territory, supposedly. No real backing. Neftis must be getting on in years.”
“Last year’s freshmen were simply too exceptional.”
Dick, lounging in the third-floor shadows with his back against the wall and listening to the VIPs’ chatter, let out a quiet chuckle.
‘Yes, yes. Just as I expected—nothing but complaints.’
Once that tedious man finished his speech, it would be Simon’s turn for the appointment ceremony. The speeches were nearly done.
‘This is the perfect moment!’
Snap.
Dick flicked his fingers. On that signal, a wheeled cart rolled forward with a soft rumble and came to a stop before the VIPs.
“What—what is this?”
The old men turned around in bewilderment.
Click.
The Student Council’s direct attendants ceremoniously opened bottles of whiskey and poured generous measures into fine glasses. Then, laying cloths across the armrests of each elder’s chair and dampening them with water, they set down the whiskey.
“The students have prepared this for you, esteemed seniors.”
Ah—
The faces of the complaining elders lit up as if by magic.
“The students did this?”
“They did.”
The old men, who had been craving a drink anyway, wasted no time in raising the whiskey to their lips. Delighted laughter spilled out from all corners.
“Excellent flavor! Mm!”
“Is this a twenty-year-old Blodie?”
“How thoughtful of the students to arrange this.”
“Look here, everyone! They’ve laid cloths across the armrests—it’s proper old-chair etiquette.”
“Young people who know old-chair etiquette—now that shows true breeding!”
Watching the VIPs’ atmosphere transform in an instant, a smile tugged at Dick’s mouth.
Of course, men of power had grown tired of such hospitality long ago, but they were still human. An unexpected gesture of sincerity in an unforeseen moment awakens genuine gratitude.
And.
‘Here he comes!’
-Kizen’s new Student Council President for this year: sophomore Simon Polentia! Please come forward!
The news that not a third-year but a sophomore had become Student Council President had not been made public.
In other words, at the exact moment when “sophomore Student Council President” would send shock through the auditorium and prompt confusion—
Waaaaaaaaa!
A tidal wave of cheering erupted from the first-years.
“Who are those guys?!”
The source of this roaring acclaim was the freshman class Simon had brought from Langoustin.
And they were the boys and girls who had witnessed Simon’s exploits firsthand.
Simon! Simon!
Led by Arthur, the first-years chanted Simon’s name, and the other freshmen were swept up in the fervent atmosphere, clapping and laughing.
“A sophomore for Student Council President?”
“Ha! What does it matter if he’s a sophomore? Look how popular he is with the juniors!”
“New wine calls for new wineskins. That’s how it goes.”
The VIPs, having just finished their first glass and riding high on good cheer, took no offense at Simon’s entrance.
Yet on the second floor, several third-years watching the scene felt their expressions harden.
“He’s got quite the following among the first-years.”
“…This makes things complicated.”
The first-year class numbered one thousand—the largest cohort at Kizen. If Simon commanded their unwavering support, even the third-years would not be able to move freely.
Crunch. Crunch.
And Simon, emerging from behind the podium, had drawn upon his Internal Black Flame Manifestation to heighten his physical prowess, now lifting the heavy skull staff with a single hand.
Seiwyr, sensing the moment, eagerly stirred the crowd to enthusiasm.
“Let us all offer a hearty round of applause for our new Student Council President!”
As the roar of cheers erupted around him, Seiwyr turned his head with satisfaction.
“Now then, Rector’s Deputy! Would you please come forward—gah!”
It was not Jane.
The figure who appeared, striding briskly forward, was a small girl with silver hair.
The Death Witch herself, and ruler of Kizen.
“Neftis has come in person!”
“Unbelievable!”
The adults in the upper tiers murmured, as did the first-year students on the ground floor.
“She’s incredibly tall!”
“Wait, isn’t she short?”
“She looks so frightening!”
“She’s beautiful! Look at those eyes!”
“She has three eyes!”
Perception Enhancement Magic. Those who beheld her saw Neftis exactly as they imagined the Death Witch should be—their own projected image made manifest.
Of course.
‘Doesn’t that coat seem too large on her?’
Those who knew Neftis’s true form—Simon among them—perceived her as nothing more than a small girl.
“Unexpected.”
“That Neftis would attend the ceremony in person.”
Everyone was astonished. For the Rector herself to appear at a Student Council President inauguration—bypassing the Vice Rector—was a rarity not seen in over a decade.
Neftis approached with hurried steps and stood before Simon. He bowed slightly and spoke in a soft voice.
“I didn’t expect you to come yourself.”
“Of course I did!”
Neftis folded her arms and let out a pleased laugh.
“We have a contract, after all.”
“…Right.”
Neftis had promised Simon that she would help rehabilitate the image of the 7th Legion—known as the Betrayal Legion—and ensure it could operate normally in the future.
This was far more than mere acknowledgment of a second-year Student Council President; it was part of her long-term project to nurture a future Legion Commander.
Following Seiwyr’s guidance, Simon set the heavy staff down on the ground and knelt on one knee.
“Hop!”
Neftis made a sweeping gesture through the air as if shaking out laundry, and golden light flashed—a long coat materialized in her hands.
A garment far more impressive than the ordinary school uniform jacket worn by regular students: the legendary Student Council President Coat. Neftis stepped forward and draped this symbol of authority across Simon’s shoulders.
Rising to his feet amid thunderous applause, Simon first bowed to Neftis, then turned to acknowledge the third floor, the second floor, and finally the first-year students as well.
Seiwyr brought the Amplification Crystal to Simon.
“I am Simon Polentia, the new Student Council President.”
Simon opened his mouth.
“I have received an honor beyond my merit in taking this position. Now that I have accepted this responsibility, I will not abandon it lightly—not for the sake of those who have supported me.”
Simon’s gaze flickered toward the second floor for a moment, then returned.
“Our Student Council exists to represent students and defend their rights. We will not be swallowed by any single faction’s ideology or dogma. We will always choose wisely and rationally. We will listen, debate, and act with speed. I will show you through action. I ask for your continued support.”
As the massive roar of approval filled the hall, Simon handed the Amplification Crystal back and descended from the podium.
Merin and Kamibarez, seated in the front row, stood and applauded, while Sasha, Arthur, Molly, and the other first-year students cheered behind them.
Even in the VIP Seating, the elderly gentlemen nodded with satisfaction.
“The young fellow’s spirited and articulate—no doubt about it.”
“Nothing’s impossible at second year. Eh!”
Hearing such remarks, Dик smiled wryly and poured the remaining whiskey into his glass. Then he stepped forward and watched the spotlight bathe Simon.
“Yes, keep shining brightly like that, Simon.”
He raised his glass.
“I’ll handle the dirty work.”
Then, tilting the rim slightly, he mimicked a “cheers,” and took a sip.
“Hmph.”
At the sound of laughter from behind, Dик flinched and turned. Mozo, the direct subordinate and leader of the Student Council staff, was quietly smirking.
“In the end, even the Secretary is just eighteen.”
Dик’s flushed face produced a strained cough.
“Please… keep it secret from the younger students.”

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