Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 479

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 479
That evening.
The Study Hall of the Summoning Department Dormitory.
Simon, Toto, and Fitzgerald—who had rejoined them for the first time in a while as a fellow club member—sat huddled around a desk, diligently working through their Summoning Material Studies assignment.
The study hall was quiet and peaceful.
Only the scratch of quill pens and the occasional flutter of pages being turned could be heard.
“Ugh, I just can’t understand this!”
Suddenly, Toto—who had been filling his notebook densely with notes—threw his hands up to his head and cried out in frustration.
“We’re majoring in Summoning Studies, so why do we have to learn this stuff?”
This assignment for Summoning Material Studies was essentially to memorize a handout that filled an entire book—a copy of a general plant and plant monster encyclopedia.
Simon spoke with patient reasoning.
“It’s Professor Kizen’s directive. There must be a reason behind everything he assigns.”
“……Yeah, you’re right.”
Toto nodded dejectedly, then straightened up and picked his quill pen back up.
Simon, who had just finished Mandrake and moved to the next page, looked up from his notes.
There was Fitzgerald.
Wearing horn-rimmed glasses and always carrying a book with him, he was the typical model student and scholarly type of classmate.
“Fitzgerald.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re not doing the assignment. What book are you so absorbed in?”
He had opened yet another peculiar book. The title was “It’s All for Your Good,” and just looking at the title made Simon’s head ache.
“Books are sustenance for the soul.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses.
“I’ve just filled my belly with dinner, so now I need to nourish my mind as well.”
“What happens if you don’t?”
“The brain suffers spiritual hunger. Eventually, one ends up on a tragic path—a hollow void filled with vanity, stripped of all intellectual curiosity.”
“…?”
By the way, he was in the same department as Benya, the club’s senior.
Which meant he was an odd one.
“And that handout.”
Fitzgerald kept his eyes fixed on his book while pointing at the assignment with his fingertips.
“I’ve already read the original multiple times, so I don’t need to study separately.”
Simon let out a hollow laugh.
“……That’s impressive in more ways than one.”
“That’s just unfair, Fitzgerald!”
Toto, scratching away with his quill, shot Fitzgerald a reproachful look.
“I thought we three mutation members would stay together throughout our second year! But you’re always sticking with the M-Class kids during lessons!”
“That’s strange, isn’t it.”
Fitzgerald returned fire with a wry tone.
“I thought you A-Class kids were shunning me while you stuck together.”
“T-That’s not true at all!”
The three of them broke into small laughter.
Just as they were about to return to their work, the study hall door slid open and a male student entered.
The moment the three saw the gold badge pinned to his collar, they shot up from their seats. It was a 3rd Year Senior.
“Ah, no need to do that. Just make yourselves comfortable.”
He had a frank, innocent look about him—like a bear with drooping eyes.
“Leonard and Will just left for an assignment, and there’s no one here to scold you for a while anyway.”
“Yes, understood.”
The three sat back down. The 3rd Year pulled a book from his cabinet.
“By the way.”
He seemed to remember something and reached up to the top of the cabinet.
“Here, have some of these.”
The mutation members, focused on their work, were startled.
Love Cookies—the hottest trend that was so hard to find even in Rochester that it had sold out. They were sweet, had good value for money, and ranked among the top late-night snacks for students.
Toto, recognizing the packaging immediately as Love Cookies, asked in surprise.
“Is it really okay for us to eat these?”
“Of course.”
The 3rd Year Senior smiled. Then, looking a bit embarrassed, he scratched his head.
“I just… I want you to know this. Not all 3rd Years hate you.”
“……Ah.”
“I really like you all. We share the same lodging, we study the same subjects—we’re seniors and juniors together, aren’t we? I don’t understand why I’d be told to bully the 2nd years and crush their spirits like that. Personally, it doesn’t sit right with me.”
Simon looked up at him in surprise.
“……Senior.”
“I know I don’t have any real power to stop Will and Leonard, and I won’t be able to in the future either, but I want you to know that not all 3rd years are watching you with suspicion. Just that one thing.”
The 3rd Year Senior smiled genuinely and opened his palm as if to show his sincerity.
“If you have any questions about dormitory life or department matters going forward, just ask. I’ll help however I can.”
Toto’s face grew tearful, and he lowered his head.
“Thank you so much, Senior!”
Simon and Fitzgerald rose and bowed respectfully as well. The 3rd Year Senior offered them something to drink before quietly closing the door behind him.
The moment he left, Toto released a sigh of relief. Simon’s eyes lit up as he spoke.
“He seems like a good person.”
“Yeah! That’s what a real senior is!”
“Agreed.”
Fitzgerald was already reopening the book he’d set aside.
The three of them returned to their work in the now-warmer atmosphere. After concentrating so hard, Simon’s mind had begun to crave something sweet, and he reached for a Love Cookie.
“Wait, hold on.”
Fitzgerald suddenly raised his arm, stopping Simon.
“……We might have let our guard down.”
“Let our guard down?”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses.
“Why did he specifically mention that Leonard and Will had left? Why did he suddenly say he was coming to get books from the cabinet, only to pull out snacks and hand them to us? Was he really here by coincidence to get his books? What if his intention was to put us in danger—”
Munch.
Simon ignored the rest and took a bite of the cookie.
Fitzgerald shot to his feet in shock.
“Simon!”
Simon smiled faintly.
“It’s not poisoned or anything strange. It’s just a delicious cookie.”
“……Mm.”
Fitzgerald sat back down awkwardly, and the sight of it made Simon laugh outright.
“You suspect first and accept good faith second? I don’t think that’s a good habit.”
Fitzgerald pushed his glasses up on his nose.
“I think it’s better than letting my guard down and getting stabbed in the back.”
“No, no—I’m not saying drop all caution. But this 3rd Year Senior? Everything he did clearly came from a place of genuine kindness. If you go through life so bound by suspicion that you can never truly accept people’s good intentions…”
Simon smiled softly.
“Wouldn’t that be a deeper misfortune than getting betrayed once?”
“……!”
Fitzgerald’s mouth fell open as though he’d been struck by something profound.
He shifted his posture restlessly—crossing his legs, turning his head, folding his arms—as he turned Simon’s words over in his mind. At last, he settled himself properly.
Tap.
He finally closed the oddly-titled book he’d been holding and spread out Aaron’s Summoning Magic assignment, along with his textbook and notes.
“You’ve already finished it?”
“I’m full.”
Fitzgerald moved his Quill Pen with a scratching sound.
“Your words just now filled my evening quota for nourishment. No need for further sustenance.”
“…….”
A deep smile settled at the corners of Simon’s mouth.
Though they’d been in the same circle for a year, he still hadn’t fully grasped what kind of person Fitzgerald truly was.
But today, for the first time, he felt he understood him—just a little bit more.
“Mmm, mmm. You two aren’t eating? These are really delicious!”
Toto, already on his tenth Love Cookie, looked at the other two.
“If you don’t eat them, I’m taking the rest!”
At that, Simon’s and Fitzgerald’s arms moved urgently.

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The assignment wasn’t finished until late evening.
Simon and Toto were walking back to their Dormitory Room, chatting as they went.
Toto was cradling the box of leftover Love Cookies in his arms.
“Huh?”
Simon stopped in his tracks. Toto followed suit, pausing and looking up.
“What’s wrong, Simon?”
“Did we leave the door to our room open when we went to do our assignment?”
“I’m not sure.”
Simon’s eyes sharpened, and he pulled the door open, stepping inside slowly.
The room appeared largely unchanged. The items on the desk remained where they’d been.
And yet.
“Eehehehehe!”
A strange sound echoed through the room. A white sheet began to rise from Simon’s bed.
“Yikes! A g-ghost?!”
Toto stumbled backward in alarm, but Simon broke into a relieved smile.
The sheet suddenly fell away, revealing a cascade of silver hair.
“I’m a ghost! Aren’t I scary!”
A small girl in appearance, launching a playful threat with a cheerful wail—Simon greeted her warmly.
“Welcome, Neftis.”
“Neftis?!”
Toto, overwhelmed by shocks in such rapid succession, froze where he stood.
Neftis then bounded down from the bed and rushed toward Toto with a gleeful cry.
“Uh, u-uh-uh-uh…”
The ruler of the Dark Alliance was right in front of him.
He should have bowed immediately, but shock had rendered his body immobile and his voice silent.
Neftis stared up at him without a word, her eyes fixed and unblinking.
“I, I…!”
She was definitely angry.
But what had he done to anger her?
Had he done something wrong to Lorain?
Or was it simply because he hadn’t greeted her?
‘I’m going to die like this…!’
“Toto.”
Simon pointed to the box of cookies Toto was holding.
“I think she’d like those.”
“Huh?”
The moment Toto lowered the cookie box, Neftis’s eyes lit up and she snatched it away.
“Cookies!”
She immediately began eating them, her lips dusted with crumbs as she munched happily.
Toto’s soul seemed to leave his body entirely; he collapsed where he stood and slid down the wall.
“Neftis, what brings you here?”
“Oh, that’s right!”
She beamed as she spoke.
“Come with me for a bit, Simon?”
Simon and Neftis left the room together.
Staring at the empty dormitory room, Toto let out a hollow, breathless laugh.
‘Right, Simon was the Student Council President. No wonder the Principal herself would visit.’
His limbs trembled.
This was nothing like the quiet, peaceful first year. Now, as Simon’s roommate, the scale of everything had grown enormous, and countless incidents kept unfolding—it wasn’t good for his heart.
‘W-what kind of life is Simon even living…?’

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Simon and Neftis walked along a secluded forest path.
It was a pleasant night, with the comforting chirp of insects drifting through the air. The soft crackle of grass beneath their feet was pleasant too.
“Do you remember?”
She asked abruptly.
“Ah, my apologies, Neftis. The night before the opening ceremony, we were supposed to meet, but I ended up taking on the orientation duties for new students so suddenly…”
“No, no! Not that!”
She shook her head vigorously and looked back at Simon.
“I promised to give you a gift!”
He remembered, of course.
-This doesn’t fully repay your favor, so I’ll give you a proper gift later. Is that all right?
-A gift?
-Yes! It’s still a secret~ I’m going to give it to you as a back-to-school present!
After the Blood Heavenly Cult incident at the end of first year, when Simon had defeated Silaji, Neftis had been quietly working behind the scenes to reshape how the 7th Legion was perceived and discussed—groundwork necessary for Simon to eventually operate as a legitimate Legion Commander.
Her personal appearance at the Student Council President inauguration ceremony was part of that effort.
But Simon’s original request had been for the 7th Legion’s pardon, and she maintained that she hadn’t fulfilled his request in full—so she’d decided to give him a personal gift instead.
“This.”
What she pulled from her pocket was a small pearl-like bead. Simon accepted it.
“Drop it on the ground.”
Simon obediently set the bead down as instructed. She extended her hand toward him.
“Hold my hand.”
Of course, because of their height difference, she ended up dangling from his hand as he reached out to meet hers.
“Now we’re going to step on this bead together, splitting it evenly. At the same time!”
“Understood.”
Simon and Neftis both lifted their legs simultaneously and stepped down on the bead.

The surrounding landscape shifted.
An autumn forest scene with falling leaves spread before them.
“A Subspace?”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“A rather special one, actually. It can temporarily admit people, not just objects! Come this way!”
Was this too a gift, then? Simon followed her silently.
And moments later.
A massive mound became visible, formed from accumulated fallen leaves.
“Do you know what this is?”
Simon felt a thrill run through him merely at the sight of what jutted from the leaves’ edge.
“This is…!”
It was an enormous bone.
When Neftis clapped her hands lightly together, the leaves scattered in all directions, and the dragon’s skeleton stood revealed in its complete form.
It was far larger than Carissa, the Dungeon Master he’d faced in the Sacred Federation. Only bones remained now that it was dead, yet residual mana still rippled across its surface.
“This is my gift to you, Simon.”
She smiled softly.
“A bone dragon. When do you think you’ll be able to command it?”

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