Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 474

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 474
The Student Council president inauguration had concluded successfully.
And the final act: waiting at the end of the entrance ceremony was the newly established “Department Introduction Corner” run by the Student Council.
The response was, in a word, explosive.
“Hello, new students! I’m Jamie Victoria, a second-year in the Curse Major!”
With Jamie leading the way, the second-years took the stage. They explained each department, the pros and cons of choosing them as a major, and shared their own first-year experiences.
“Look over there, Simon!”
Kamibarez shook Simon’s sleeve with an excited face.
“Everyone’s paying such close attention!”
“Yeah.”
Simon was equally amazed.
Not a single person was dozing off or distracted.
Was it because the earlier speeches from the adults had been so tedious by comparison, or was it because they were at that moment just before their first classes as first-years, their focus at its peak?
Everyone was hanging on Jamie’s every word, as though they couldn’t afford to miss a single phrase. Some of the new students had even pulled out materials and were scribbling notes frantically.
The emcee Seiwer reproduced Jamie’s words using Fantasy Ability, and Jamie herself demonstrated powerful curses representative of her department.
“That concludes my presentation! It’s been an honor to introduce the Curse Major to all of you! I hope that when you become second-years next year, you’ll consider joining us in the Curse Major! Thank you!”
Jamie had successfully gone first, and a wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the new students.
As Jamie walked back with confident steps and passed through the curtain, she arrived behind the stage and suddenly collapsed into a seat, exhaling a long, deep breath.
“Phew, I was nervous! So nervous!”
“You were amazing, Class Rep! The best!”
Merin shrieked and grabbed Jamie’s shoulders, shaking her wildly. Simon came over and spoke.
“You did great. Your speech was really well delivered.”
“I practiced all day yesterday! And that emcee guy had such good instincts for responding to what I was saying.”
Jamie looked up at Simon and smiled.
“Thanks, everyone. For putting me on that stage. It was a really good experience.”
Then Seiwer’s voice came through.
“Next, we’ll have a student introduce the Dark Reversal Magic Major. Please welcome Merin Vienne!”
It was Merin’s turn next.
As she bounded onto the stage with confidence, she demonstrated the abilities expected of a vice-president without question.
“Don’t you all think it’s the easiest department? The kind of thing people choose when they’re not sure about their talent, something safe and unremarkable?”
Ha ha ha ha!
The new students laughed heartily, their preconceptions struck right at the mark, and Merin spread her arms wide.
“I’ll shatter that misconception! What can you do if you study Dark Reversal Magic? Take a look at the screen.”
There were no mistakes, no stumbling over her words.
Unmoved by the cheering crowd, occasionally interacting with the audience, confidently delivering all the prepared content—her silhouette was radiant.
Simon thought once again that he’d chosen the vice-president well.
Merin’s presentation was also a tremendous success.
“Next, we have the student responsible for the Summoning Major. Simon Polentia!”
Waaaaaaa!
The stagehands waiting behind the stage briefly covered their ears. Simon did the same, grinning awkwardly.
“Man, he’s really become a superstar.”
Sindy Vivache chuckled and spoke.
Soon Simon climbed onto the podium and took the Amplification Crystal, beginning his explanation of the Summoning Major. Most of what he said was influenced by Aaron.
He didn’t overstate how wonderful the Summoning Major was. He honestly admitted its practical limitations and that it might be a department out of step with current trends.
“But—”
Simon’s eyes blazed.
“I’ve never heard of a Necromancer who couldn’t Summon.”
Laughter erupted from various corners. Those who reacted most enthusiastically were the adults on the third floor.
Though somewhat behind the trends, older Necromancers still held Summoning Magic dear.
“As a Necromancer, honing your Summoning is a given. Having your own forces, and knowing that no matter the situation, you’re never alone.”
Simon’s eyes shone as he stretched his arms toward his juniors.
“I acknowledge there are risks. But I’m confident that there will be people like me—people willing to shoulder those risks while still loving this field of study. That concludes my remarks. Thank you!”
Cheers louder than any that had come before erupted.
The presence of Simon Polentia as a senior.
The Summoning Major would see its popularity explode again next year.

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Following Simon, Sindy introduced the Commander Major, and next came Kamibarez and Claudia’s turn.
Kamibarez’s popularity in particular was extraordinary.
“Our Bloodline Major is, um…!”
It was her first time presenting something in front of so many people. She twisted her legs nervously as she continued.
“You might feel some reluctance at the idea of consuming blood, but… in fact, compared to any other major…!”
It wasn’t a flawless presentation, but she was doing well despite her nerves. The freshmen listened with smiles on their faces.
“You’ve got this, Kamibarez!”
“Kyaaaaa!”
“I think I’m going to cry!”
Behind the stage, Merin, Jamie, Sindy, and Claudia knelt side by side on the floor, peeking their heads out just past the curtain to watch.
“…What are those four doing sitting there like that?”
Dick, who had just finished attending to the VIPs, let out a dry laugh. Simon answered.
“Kamibarez is introducing the Bloodline Major right now.”
“Ah, I see.”
Dick chuckled and waved a cue card.
“What’s that?”
“Hehe! Kamibarez dropped this during practice! I bet soon….”
“Simonnn!”
Suddenly Kamibarez, who had been presenting so well, came running toward Simon with tears in her eyes.
“That! That piece of paper I wrote on is missing…!”
“Oh, in cases like that you just have to ad-lib! Kamibarez.”
Dick said it mischievously, but Simon quietly snatched Dick’s cue card with Cloud and handed it back to Kamibarez. Realizing what had happened, she let out a sharp cry as she looked at Dick.
“I hate you, Dick!”
Whoosh!
Watching Kamibarez turn and hurry back to the podium, the female students collapsed in laughter.
“Ahhh.”
“I really miss the days of Class A.”
Dick laughed sheepishly and scratched his head.
“It was just a joke, but maybe I was a bit too harsh on Kamibarez.”
“Yeah. Apologize properly later.”
“Yes sir! I’ll start by smashing my head into the ground right away.”

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After Kamibarez and Claudia, it was time for the Magical Combat Major presenter to take the stage. Simon had arranged for a student to present the Magical Combat Major.
Seiwer called out.
“Already the final corner! Freshmen, aren’t you sad to see this end?”
“Yes!”
“But now you must be off to your classes! I can feel the sharp glares from the broadcast crew over there. In any case, for our final presentation on the Magical Combat Major, please welcome the student ‘Kassan’!”
Kassan showed no sign of nervousness as he strode forward confidently.
Holding the Amplification Crystal that Seiwer handed him, he habitually scratched the scar on his right eye.
His body covered in scars, bandages visible beneath his school uniform—his appearance was striking enough that the freshmen seemed slightly tense.
“I came at the student council president’s request, but the Magical Combat Major has nothing special to introduce, it seems.”
The freshmen murmured among themselves. Behind the stage, Merin grabbed Simon’s shoulder and shook it.
“Hey! How did you arrange this!”
Then Kassan clenched his fist and threw a light punch forward.
A massive wind erupted outward, sweeping across the surroundings. The freshmen’s hair whipped wildly, and several small belongings were carried away by the gust.
Kassan slowly lowered his fist, the pressure dissipating.
“Trivial talk is unnecessary. Magical Combat symbolizes pure power.”
After this striking display that captured the freshmen’s attention, Kassan began his detailed explanation.
“I believe everyone here has preconceived notions about Magical Combat. However, consensus holds that Magical Combat specialists can respond fastest and most directly in any situation, and can exert consistent strength against any opponent.”
“According to Pentamonium’s statistics, the most preferred colleague among professional Necromancers is someone who specializes in Magical Combat—I’d like you to note that. Magical Combat practitioners protect their allies while they prepare Dark Magic to show its true potential, and can suppress powerful enemies with preemptive strikes.”
“That said, one cannot claim that their follow-up firepower is weak. Magical Combat specialists, rather than relying on Magic Circles….”
Both the freshmen listening to the explanation and all the second-year students waiting behind the stage had their mouths hanging open.
Feet firmly planted on the ground, without even a gesture or the slightest movement, speaking in an extremely restrained manner yet delivering a captivating speech.
“H-he even speaks well. Senior Kassan.”
Merin smiled blankly.
“That’s my former roommate for you!”
Dick said excitedly.
“Think about Kassan’s background! He’s not someone you can match with just student-level presentation skills!”
As Kassan finished his presentation and returned behind the podium, Simon and the students greeted him with enthusiastic cheers.

The newly established Department Introduction Corner, created on the Student Council’s initiative, ended in resounding success.
Merin conducted a brief survey at the entrance, and the results showed overwhelmingly higher satisfaction than any other segment of the entire Entrance Ceremony.
“At this rate, won’t it become a permanent fixture in future Kizen entrance ceremonies?”
Merin’s face lit up with delight. Of course, Dick’s VIP reception had also gone smoothly.
“Heh-heh! We can look forward to the snowball effect of a celebratory drink. The senior officials will surely speak highly of Kizen headquarters, won’t they?”
It was an Entrance Ceremony that satisfied everyone from the lowest common folk to the highest few—and Jane, the Student Council’s faculty advisor, found the four of them afterward to offer her congratulations.
And so the first-year students departed for their classes, while Simon and the Student Council members finished cleaning up the Grand Hall with their direct subordinates before heading back to the Dormitory.
After a good rest, the next morning arrived.
Now it was the second-year students’ turn to begin their formal Kizen “Second-Year, First Semester” coursework.
Aaron arrived at the Classroom with a leisurely gait.
The students had already arranged their textbooks and Skeleton Knight materials neatly on the Practice Room desks.
“Everyone had a good rest?”
“Yes, sir!”
Aaron nodded and took his place at the Podium.
“I see you’ve all prepared your materials and supplies. From today onward, cast aside those naive, fumbling ways from your first year. I expect you to conduct yourselves as true specialists in this coursework.”
Aaron picked up chalk and began writing slowly on the board.
「Skeleton Knight」
Lowering the arm holding the chalk, Aaron turned to the students and spoke.
“Can anyone explain the difference between a common Skeleton and a Skeleton Knight?”
As the students exchanged uncertain glances, one female student raised her hand with confidence.
“Aseraz Mikel.”
Fifth in overall ranking.
The girl who held first place by an overwhelming margin in written scores stood from her seat.
“There are various differences—cost, speed, armament—but the clearest distinction can be summed up in a single statement.”
Aseraz continued, her eyes serious.
“Strength that requires no control.”
Strength that requires no control.
What did that mean?
“Well answered.”
Aaron nodded and gestured for her to sit. Then he swept his arm through the air.
Whoooosh!
Bones scattered throughout the Classroom flew toward him, circled overhead, and assembled before the students into three common Skeletons and one Skeleton Knight.
The formation was complete in mere seconds.
The utterly flawless, meticulously clean control drew involuntary gasps from the students. Simon particularly felt his shoulders rise with pride at the astonished reactions of the back-row students.
“From now on, I will not intervene through Psychic Link. Let them engage in pure combat.”
Clatter-clatter-clatter!
Clatter-clatter!
The three common Skeletons drew their swords and charged. The Skeleton Knight, though Undead, wore armor and held a sword and shield in each hand.
Bang! Bang!
In the early stages of battle, the Skeletons leveraged their superior numbers to relentlessly press the Skeleton Knight, which adopted a defensive posture behind its raised shield.
‘That’s odd.’
While the students enjoyed the pure spectacle of combat, Simon’s eyes gleamed with quiet intensity.
‘Without Psychic Link control, yet it still behaves defensively—an Undead like that?’
Undead were monsters fashioned from corpses, after all; they felt no hesitation in throwing their bodies recklessly into danger. Violence, savagery, cruelty—these were the words that came to mind with Undead.
Yet the Skeleton Knight displayed a defensive nature. And—
Thwack!
it was gradually deflecting the Skeletons’ attacks. It used its shield and sword to strike the Skeletons’ legs and chests, beginning to topple them.
Thwack! Thwack!
Reducing their number from three to two—
Crack!
and finally succeeding in cleaving the last remaining Skeleton.
“As you can see, a Skeleton Knight possesses combat prowess equivalent to three common Skeletons.”
The Skeleton Knight raised its sword in a ceremonial gesture, and the Summoning Major students laughed boisterously.
“Had there been four Skeletons, the Knight would have been overwhelmed. Next—”
Whoooosh!
A common Skeleton was reassembled before the ceremonious Skeleton Knight. Both held identical-length swords and assumed identical stances.
“The difference in available techniques.”
Boom!
The Skeleton used a Dash to advance. The Skeleton Knight simply swung its sword without Dash.
Whooom!
Simon’s eyes widened. He could see black light rippling across the Skeleton Knight’s equipment.
Both skeletons swung their swords nearly in unison.
Bang!!
The charging skeleton’s body shattered into hundreds of fragments that scattered through the air.
It was utterly obliterated.
“The Skeleton Knight can use the attack skill ‘Bash’—not the charge skill ‘Dash.'”
Roaaaaar!
The students erupted in applause and cheers.
“This is amazing!”
“Now this is what a lesson should feel like!”
While the Summoning Major students—especially those in the back rows—cheered, Aaron continued calmly.
“So much for that demonstration. Here’s another question: besides Aseraz, can any student explain what ‘strength that requires no control’ means?”
Snap!
This time, Simon raised his hand as if he’d been waiting for exactly this moment.
Aaron nodded, and Aseraz watched him with a wary gaze.
“Simon Polentia,” Simon said.
He rose from his seat with confidence.

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