Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 475

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 475
“Simon Polentia.”
Simon rose from his seat.
Aaron’s earlier question concerned the Skeleton Knight’s quality of strength—one that required no active control.
“Common Skeletons require precise Undead Control. They’re fashioned from bone held together by the Dark Element, so they collapse easily from even simple impacts.”
Simon turned his head to observe the Skeleton Knight that Aaron had created.
“But the Skeleton Knight wears armor and possesses defensive capability. If we simply maintain a Remnant Consciousness connection, it can hold its own without the summoner having to exert much attention.”
“Precisely. That’s correct.”
Applause erupted from various corners of the classroom. Toto, sitting beside him, clapped enthusiastically.
“Sit. The Skeleton Knight equips gear. Because of that, the Skeleton’s unique Restoration Techniques—Bone Armor, Bone Spear, Bone Wall—become restricted.”
Aaron gestured through the air, and the Skeleton Knight’s bones decomposed, floating weightlessly in space.
It seemed he intended to use the Bone Spear, but the armor interfered, preventing smooth movement. The heavier pieces sank toward the floor.
“While Restoration Techniques can’t be used, when you commit the summon to battle and prepare other Black Magic, the Knight can prove far more effective than a common Skeleton. That explanation suffices. Turn to page two of your textbook.”
Rustle, rustle—
The sound of textbook pages turning filled the classroom.
“The difference between Skeletons and Skeleton Knights, and the Knight’s unique features. This is a perennial midterm question. You’d do well to memorize it all.”
There followed a brief period of scratching pencils.
A peaceful atmosphere.
Simon jotted down the key points Aaron wrote on the board, resting his chin in his hand.
‘Still, once this class ends, I think I’ll keep using just common Skeletons.’
As Aaron had demonstrated, it was useful for buying time to prepare his main techniques. Or, for students with weaker Undead Control, Knights were expensive but a far superior alternative.
But Simon had such confidence in his own Undead Control, and the Restoration Techniques he wielded as his primary weapons needed no replacement in his estimation.
‘Once this class ends…’
“Some of you might be confused,” Aaron said.
Simon’s head snapped up at the remark.
“You’ve managed well with Skeletons so far—why learn Skeleton Knights now?”
Tap.
Aaron picked up the chalk again.
“I’ll explain that reason now. This content won’t appear in your textbook, so pay close attention.”
The students swallowed hard. Moving to the far left of the board, Aaron wrote “Skeleton Knight” at the very edge.
“To craft a Skeleton Knight, you must master the Rune of Memory and the formulas based upon it—a technique to draw forth the pre-death skills of the Undead more powerfully through controlled Remnant Consciousness.”
He wrote “Rune of Memory” beneath Skeleton Knight, then drew a long line forward.
“Moreover, the Rune of Memory you learn here becomes a core component in the Ghoul, the superior form of the Zombie.”
Aaron wrote “Ghoul” on the board.
“To create a Ghoul, you must master the Transformation Formula that induces mutation in corpses, and the Decay Mutation Formula. Then, by combining the Ghoul’s Decay Mutation Formula with the Rune of Memory learned from the Skeleton Knight,”
Tap. Tap.
He drew lines from both Undead toward a point of convergence, where he drew a new circle and inscribed a name.
“You can create the magical Undead, the Devourer.”
Aaron’s chalk danced across the board. Each learned Rune and formula combined to create Undead of varied forms, and the formulas required to craft each Undead intertwined with other superior Undead forms.
Aaron was drawing a grand roadmap.
“Knight Terror. Colossus. Crypt Guard.”
As names of powerfully renowned Undead were listed, the faces of the Summoning Department students grew increasingly animated. Aaron even borrowed Runes and techniques from other departments when needed.
He took the existing Undead—the Death Bat—and by adding Hematology’s vampire formula, created the Blood Bat. By adding a Curse formula, he made the Nosferatu.
With each Undead added to the board, students gasped. And finally, at the board’s end—
Screech—
Screech—
Screech—
Every Rune and formula drawn thus far converged from left to right across the board.
“This is the semester’s goal as well. Once you’ve built all these fundamentals, you will finally be able to,”
Bang—
“Create the 3-Tier Undead, the Headless Knight, Dullahan.”
A roar of excitement erupted from the entire classroom.
One of a summoner’s greatest dreams. A monster that crumbles beneath no attack, never tiring, wielding overwhelming power and crushing force to slay its enemies.
The very entity that had ended the Age of Knights that once dominated the continent—and an Undead of dreadful renown.
“I won’t tell you to deploy every Undead you’ve learned in actual battle.”
Aaron pointed his chalk toward his own head.
“But all the knowledge and experience you gain while crafting Undead will become nourishment, allowing you to create and command even higher-tier Undead.”
Simon smiled as he studied the formulas necessary to create Dullahan.
Unlike the Lich—a realm of sheer talent and intuition—the Dullahan could not be fashioned by innate ability alone.
Knowledge.
To create this summon, he had needed a solid foundation and countless hours of study in Summoning Magic. And as all of it accumulated in his mind and became truly his own, Simon felt certain he would become far stronger than he was now.
‘Truth be told, if someone asked me to create a Lich right now, I wouldn’t have the confidence to do it as well as I did then.’
He had relied too heavily on Compelo, and creating the Lich had required help from too many people.
There had been the coincidence of combining the Autonomous Action Staff with Herseba. He couldn’t keep leaning on intuition and luck forever.
‘I need to study.’
Simon’s eyes gleamed.
He was resolved to make all of it truly his own.
“Any questions?”
An excited male student in Aaron’s class shot his hand up and leapt to his feet.
“I’m Matt Commer! Can we really make a Dullahan in just one semester?”
In the standard Kizen curriculum, Dullahan was widely understood to be an Undead taught in the third year. But Aaron nodded matter-of-factly.
“Of course. If you can keep up with the lessons.”
“Then, then—”
Toto suddenly sprang to his feet.
He was so excited he forgot to give his name when asking his question.
“If we make a Dullahan in one semester, then can we make the next one?”
His voice grew louder.
“Every summoner’s dream! The Death Knight!”
The lecture hall fell into profound silence at the words Death Knight.
Instead of answering, Aaron offered a slight smile.
“Toto, whether you get to find that out depends on whether you survive until next semester.”
“……Oh.”
Belatedly overcome with embarrassment, Toto flushed and sank back into his seat.
“I’ve given you enough motivation. That’s where the theory ends for today.”
Aaron glanced at his Wristwatch and continued.
“Now we move to practical work. You’ll create a Skeleton Knight using the materials you brought. I don’t think I need to explain how crucial that first step is.”
“Yes!!”
As the students quickly laid out their remaining materials, Lorain beside him smiled softly.
“You teach well, Aaron.”
Now that he thought about it, Lorain had been a student from the back section. Simon grinned and replied.
“There’s more to come.”
Dullahan. Death Knight.
Simon felt, for the first time, like he was truly a major in Summoning Studies.

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All the students threw themselves into creating Skeleton Knights in a relaxed atmosphere.
Teaching assistants circulated, helping students who got stuck. Since it was still the first lesson, the room had a somewhat chaotic air to it.
“Can someone lend me Bone Adhesive?”
Many students hadn’t brought all their materials. A female student with orange hair looked around eagerly before spotting Toto in the seat ahead of Simon and waved at him.
“Hey! You there, Death Knight boy!”
“Pfft!”
Simon couldn’t suppress a laugh while assembling bones.
Because of what had happened just moments before, Toto had apparently already earned the nickname “Death Knight boy” among the department students.
“Don’t laugh at me, Simon!”
Toto shouted with a flushed face. Just then, the orange-haired girl approached.
“Can you lend me Bone Adhesive?”
“Me?”
Toto’s chronic condition flared up. As the girl came closer, his face reddened again and his words stuttered.
“C-could you—could you hurry up and say if you can or can’t?”
“Oh, um. Y-yes!”
Toto’s head bobbed rapidly as he hesitated, then grabbed the Bone Adhesive in his hand. Simon watched him.
‘And he hasn’t even finished his own assembly work yet.’
Simon sighed quietly and held out his own Bone Adhesive.
“Just use mine.”
Both Toto and the girl turned their heads toward him at once.
“Wow, thanks, President!”
She accepted the adhesive in both hands, delighted.
“Just call me Simon during class.”
She paused at that, then let out a little hum of laughter.
What did that mean?
“Anyway, I should thank you too. From the last initiation ceremony.”
“For what?”
“Haha! Playing dumb, are we! When we crossed that skeleton bridge, you saved me with that weird technique of yours!”
Ah, that time.
Simon nodded. It had been so dark he couldn’t see clearly, but it seemed like her. He smiled.
“I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.”
“Pfft.”
She let out a short laugh, her eyes narrowing slyly.
It was the look of someone thinking, ‘This guy…’
“Anyway, I’ll use this and get it back to you quick!”
She hummed to herself as she returned to her seat.
Simon was just about to resume assembly when—
“Simon~?”
A pitiful voice called out. Simon pretended not to hear, but when it came again—”Simon~?”—he had no choice but to turn around.
Serne, who’d arrived late and taken the seat diagonally beside Simon, was holding two bones and clicking them together experimentally.
“I can’t do this. It’s too hard for me~”
‘…If this is too hard for her, why did she even come to the Summoning Department?’
Simon let out a hollow laugh.
“Of course it won’t work if you’re trying to connect bone thirty-four with bone one-oh-two. Look at the textbook and match them in the correct order for each section.”
“But it’s so difficult? Won’t you come look?”
“Ah. That.”
At that moment, a well-built male student behind Serne raised his finger.
“What you’re holding in your left hand is bone thirty-four, and the bone under your elbow right now is thirty-five. Just match those two together.”
He explained kindly, clearly eager to impress the Ivory Tower heir, but Serne’s gaze turned glacial.
“…….”
A moment later.
That male student was licking skeleton bones like chewing gum, his eyes rolled back.
“Serne! You again!”
Lorain, unable to stomach the sight, rushed over, and another fight erupted.
“What is this commotion.”
Eventually Aaron came to mediate, and began teaching the troublemaker Serne directly. The way her lips jutted out stubbornly while connecting bones looked duck-like and made him want to laugh.
Click-click-clack!
Click-clack!
While Simon’s attention wavered for a moment, the pace of the elite students was remarkable.
Ranking third: Hector.
Ranking fifth: Aseraz.
And from the same Mutation Club, Fitzgerald.
As those three stacked Skeletons at a breakneck pace, the students marveled.
‘Good. I need to focus now.’
He couldn’t fall behind.
Simon cracked his knuckles and began the serious work of crafting a Knight.

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