Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 481

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 481
Another day’s schedule had come to an end.
With his afternoon major coursework finished, Simon trudged toward the Student Council Office.
Along the way, the direct servants who had been cleaning the Student Council building greeted him respectfully, and Simon accepted their salutes with a smile.
Shortly after, he arrived outside the Student Council President’s Office.
Knock, knock.
“I’m here, everyone.”
As Simon opened the door and stepped inside, he found Merin and Kamibarez sipping tea and chatting. Both girls’ heads turned in unison, greeting him warmly with “Simon~.”
“You made it!”
From the far corner, a figure waved his hand broadly. Then he swept his arm in an arc, pointing toward Simon’s Student Council President’s seat.
“Now that you’re here, could you sign off on some things for me?”
“Sure thing.”
Today was one of Simon’s days handling Student Council duties.
He removed his school uniform jacket and hung it on the rack, then put on the Student Council President Coat that had been waiting for him there.
‘This never gets old.’
A symbol of power—the highest honor among Kizen students.
He still couldn’t forget the awestruck eyes of the first-year students when he’d first worn this coat. The feel of the premium fabric was satisfying as always.
Even the other student seemed to regard it with envy.
“Man, that looks sharp, seriously. If it were me, I’d wear it everywhere—even to the bathroom, even to bed.”
Merin and Kamibarez laughed in delight. Without hesitation, Simon slipped off the coat and handed it over.
“Go on, try it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
He didn’t refuse. He immediately draped the coat over his shoulders and stood before the mirror, striking exaggerated poses.
The other students noticed and gathered around. A moment later, Merin started pestering him to let her try it too. He clung desperately to the coat and bolted.
‘Noisy bunch.’
Simon settled into the spacious Student Council President’s seat in his shirt. The Quill Pen used for the president’s signature was extraordinarily luxurious—its feather was as thick as a human forearm.
‘Let’s get to work.’
Simon needed to review and sign off on the various documents that had come to the Student Council.
Since it was still early in his tenure, there were no overly complicated forms. It was mostly student suggestions and complaints about inconveniences.
‘A portable restroom installation behind the outdoor training grounds? That’s actually necessary.’
Simon himself had struggled with this many times. When nature called during training, he’d had to walk thirty minutes to the nearest building.
He signed off on that document.
‘Café business permit near the entrance. That one’s a bit ambiguous—I’ll hold off on it.’
Part of him wanted to approve everything, but requests with exorbitant budgets or unrealistic proposals had to be rejected. Even if the Student Council gave the go-ahead, the school administration would likely block it anyway.
Balance was crucial.
Some proposals required choosing between two options. Things like decisions about what to build on vacant land fell into that category.
‘This is fun.’
As he processed school matters, Simon felt a genuine sense of having become Student Council President.
After finishing today’s work with real enjoyment, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
‘If after-school duties were always this manageable, that’d be ideal.’
“Simon.”
Simon’s eyes opened.
Merin stood there, having finally claimed the Student Council President Coat across her shoulders, looking bashful. Simon let out a gasp of admiration without thinking.
“You look amazing in it, Merin! I’d believe you were the actual president!”
Merin laughed and played along with the joke.
“Hmph, want to switch then? You be vice president.”
“That could work too.”
“Anyway, that’s enough teasing. Can you look at this too?”
She rustled through documents and held out a paper with both hands. Simon took it and read it over.
“Oh, this restaurant rating system—that’s the one you mentioned before, right?”
“That’s the one!”
Merin launched into a detailed explanation.
Since all four of them had decided to do this together, Simon signed the document without hesitation.
“Yes! So you’re approving it? Thank you!”
Merin hugged the papers to her chest and beamed.
Just then, the President’s Coat slipped from her shoulders with a soft whoosh. Merin spun around and yelped, “Hey!”
“Kamibarez should get a turn too. Here.”
“How adorable! You look like the little commander!”
Simon smiled with satisfaction at the warm, friendly atmosphere of the Student Council.
He was glad to spend time like this with them. They’d become a real source of vitality in his life at Kizen.
So there they sat on the sofa together, sipping tea and talking about their major courses, when—
“Playing around is fun and all, but shouldn’t we start planning this out?”
Dick held out a blank form. Kamibarez, who had been tucked snugly inside Simon’s Student Council President Coat, tilted her head in confusion.
“What is this, Dick?”
“A course schedule. And course registration is tomorrow!”
‘Tomorrow, then.’
Simon had already heard plenty about the notorious chaos surrounding Kizen’s course registration.
The required major courses for 2nd Year were fixed, but electives weren’t. Simon could choose up to four courses from among Curse Magic, Dark Reversal Magic, Necromancy, Hematology, Poison Magic, and Magical Combat—though he had to take at least three.
The one required course that had to be on the schedule was Dark Reversal Magic. And this year, a new required course had been added on Neftis’s orders: Holy Defense Studies, in preparation for potential conflict with the Priests.
Dick mentioned that Holy Defense Studies was determined by department and had nothing to do with course registration.
“Once we’re in the dormitory, everyone’s going to be in chaos, I bet. Look, I pulled together another full list for you!”
The three seated figures’ eyes lit up as they looked at the list. Simon stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“This is pretty complicated.”
“It gets that way if you sweat the small stuff. Don’t overthink it. What we’re really choosing is which professor’s class we want to attend.”
While 1st Year schedules could shift dramatically, 2nd Year schedules were largely fixed.
The first and second days of the week were for major courses only, the fourth and fifth for electives only. The third day mixed both. You could generally figure out which subjects were offered on which days.
「Intermediate General Dark Reversal Magic – Professor Jane Olivia / A」
“But what’s this ‘A’ attached to the course?”
Simon asked.
“Hmm—”
Merin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and frowned.
“Maybe it means it’s an ‘A-rank class’ since it’s Professor Jane’s course?”
“Wrong. It’s just the time slot.”
Dick shook his head and gave another example.
“See here? Professor Byeol-Ya’s ‘Intermediate General Poison Magic’ also has an A. That means it’s the same time slot. In other words, you can’t take two courses from the same A time slot. You have to pick one or the other.”
“Ah!”
“So if you really wanted to take Poison Magic, you’d have to choose Professor Crowley’s version instead of Byeol-Ya’s, right? That one’s in the D slot.”
“Got it now.”
Simon began poring over the list with interest.
Beyond Curse Magic, Dark Reversal Magic, Necromancy, Poison Magic, and Magical Combat, there were also general education courses like history, economics, and foreign languages. These didn’t count much toward grades, but you could take them as casual enrichment without pressure.
“Perfect! This is easy, right?”
Merin began writing on a blank sheet of paper.
「Intermediate Dark Reversal Magic – Professor Jane Olivia / A」
「Intermediate Curse Magic – Professor Bahil / C」
「Intermediate Magical Combat – Professor Hong Peng / D」
“So these three courses are definitely locked in! How’s that look?”
Dick broke into a dopey grin.
“That’s an insanely luxurious lineup. If we could actually get all three, I’d be happy just thinking about it.”
“But the problem is—”
Simon raised his index finger decisively.
“Everyone else has probably drawn up the exact same schedule, haven’t they?”
“Bingo, Simon.”
Dick nodded and clicked his tongue.
A schedule that let you attend all the classes of Jane, Bahil, and Hong Peng—Kizen’s star professors.
“That’s way too good to be true.”
“So what? Aim high! Dream big!”
Merin laughed brightly as she spoke. Kamibarez looked at Dick.
“But Dick, how exactly does course registration work?”
“Oh, I forgot to explain that. Let me tell you.”
Course registration itself is simple: find the professor, submit a registration form before the spots fill up, get their signature, and you’re done.
But it’s Kizen—notorious Kizen wouldn’t allow it to be that straightforward. The path to the professor’s office is usually filled with monsters and obstacles—all kinds of dangers.
“Last year they released monsters all over the 2nd Year Campus. If you wanted to register, you had to risk your life just getting out there.”
“…Good grief, that’s Kizen for you.”
Merin shuddered.
“So what you’re saying is, course registration is competition too.”
Simon folded his arms across his chest.
“Whether Kizen releases monsters or sets up obstacles, if we get through faster than everyone else, we can snag the better courses, right?”
“Exactly!”
Dick’s eyes flashed sharply as he raised his finger with emphasis.
“So we really need to plan this carefully. First, let’s decide which course to register for first. The initial slots should be available to most people.”
“Obviously Jane’s class!”
Merin said this. Kamibarez looked at her.
“But Merin, you’re a Dark Reversal Magic major—you’re already taking that class, aren’t you?”
“Look here. Kamibarez.”
Merin showed her the next page of the list Dick had brought.
Each course syllabus—basically the course overviews and required materials that professors wanted to communicate to students.
“Beyond Dark Reversal Magic, the core is acquiring essential knowledge and strengthening capabilities that any necromancer must have. It even says that Dark Reversal Magic majors can register too! Sure, there might be some overlap, but Jane’s class is always worth taking multiple times!”
“Okay! If Merin says so, then Jane’s class is first. What’s next?”
Kamibarez wore a troubled expression.
“It’s hard to choose between Bahil’s class and Hong Peng’s class!”
“According to my information, Hong Peng’s Magical Combat course has the most brutal registration. To catch Hong Peng, you’d have to search all of Rocksum, not just the 2nd Year Campus.”
“Then let’s put Hong Peng third for now. Let’s start with Curse Magic.”
And so the desired schedule and registration order for the four Student Council members was decided.
Jane, Bahil, then Hong Peng—just as originally planned.
And for the fourth and final course, each of them could take whatever they personally wanted, if anything.
Simon had no particular thoughts about the fourth course. Already he had three major courses, three general education courses, and Holy Defense Studies—seven classes total. With all his work as Student Council President, the idea of stretching that to eight courses was something he needed to think about carefully.
The schedule was set, and they’d even thought through backup plans in case time dragged on or the plan fell through.
“I’m a bit concerned about Bahil’s Curse Magic.”
Dick rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Necromancers absolutely have to take Curse Magic, but is Bahil really all right? He didn’t even show up to the departmental inauguration ceremony last time.”
Simon looked stung, and Merin rolled her eyes.
“If he weren’t all right, why would his name be listed? You blockhead!”
“I want to keep studying Curse Magic under Bahil!”
Simon nodded.
Of course, Simon felt the same way.

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That night.
The Summoning Studies Dormitory.
Snore… snore…
Toto, exhausted from class, was asleep and snoring, while Simon sat at his desk with the lamp on, pondering the rotation formula for the Skeleton Knight he was using this time.
Tap.
Tap-tap.
Feeling cold raindrops hit his face, Simon turned his head.
‘It’s raining.’
The rain poured down hard outside the window.
Simon got up from his seat and closed all the open windows.
‘When dawn comes, course registration will start. Hopefully this will stop by then.’
Simon stretched and sat back at his desk, moving his quill pen across the paper with soft scratching sounds. Somehow the sound of the nighttime rain coming through the window only sharpened his concentration.
‘Hey, this is good.’
Simon wrote down the idea that had just occurred to him and underlined it carefully.
‘If I start the rotation axis from the skeleton’s feet…’
Thud!
Simon flinched and looked up.
The rain continued to pour outside.
There had definitely been a thud from somewhere nearby, but there was nothing around him.
Toto was still sleeping, and outside the window was only the sound of rain. Even holding his breath and waiting, he heard nothing more.
‘…Did I mishear it?’
Just as Simon tried to focus on his studies again.
Bang!
His heightened senses made Simon immediately turn toward the sound.
‘!!!’
And he saw it.
A clear handprint pressed against the glass window.
Simon was so startled he jumped while still seated.
Thud! Thud!
A hand kept rapping against the glass window, and then long, soaking wet hair stuck to the pane.
Simon recoiled, seized by paralyzed terror.
“W-who is it? Toto! Toto! Wake up now!”
Simon grabbed Toto and shook him, but no amount of shaking could rouse the creature from sleep.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
‘Wait, hold on.’
Simon’s eyes widened.
That ghost—there was something oddly familiar about her face.
Simon swallowed hard, then walked slowly toward the window. He opened it.
Whoooooosh!
The sound of rain grew clearer as the window swung open.
And there, clinging to the second floor, drenched to the bone, hung a woman’s figure. Simon gasped in shock.
“Chehecle!”
She was the senior teaching assistant to Bahil, the professor of Curse Magic.
Chehecle.

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