Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 482

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 482
Shhhhhhhhhh—
Late at night.
Rain still poured beyond the window.
The sound of water droplets striking the glass seemed unusually loud.
‘…….’
Simon sat on the floor with his arms crossed, waiting. A moment later, the bathroom door creaked open.
“I’m terribly sorry. I’ve put you out.”
Chehekle, Bahil’s senior teaching assistant, emerged from the bathroom, toweling her dripping hair.
“Oh, no, no at all, Instructor! Please, make yourself comfortable.”
“The rain came so suddenly. I’m sorry.”
She bowed her head slightly and seated herself before Simon. Along with the faint salt-smell of rain came the subtle trace of perfume, diluted by water.
Her hair had been washed, but her clothes remained soaked through. Simon’s eyes widened in alarm.
“You’re quite drenched—shouldn’t you shower……?”
“No.”
Chehekle shook her head, offering a faint smile.
“I have to go back out anyway. I’ll shower at my lodging.”
“Ah, I see.”
Simon struggled to appear composed, but anxiety crashed over him in waves.
The cardinal sin of the Dormitory—he’d brought a woman into his room. That she was an instructor rather than a student made no difference. If the dormitory supervisor caught him, he’d face maximum penalties and expulsion without a word of protest.
Nervously scanning his surroundings, Simon glanced toward the bed.
“And Toto is……?”
“I’ve put him into a deeper sleep. As long as we don’t make too much noise, he won’t wake.”
Apparently Chehekle had already taken precautions.
Oblivious to what was happening before him, Toto slept peacefully in his underwear, scratching his belly. Simon pulled the blanket over him for the sake of his dignity.
“In any case.”
Simon continued, avoiding her gaze.
“W-what brings you to my room, Instructor……?”
“I came to ask the Student Council President for a favor.”
“P-please, just call me by my usual name. Does this have to do with Professor Bahil?”
“Yes.”
Chehekle blinked as they spoke.
Something was wrong with Simon. His face had turned crimson, his words stumbled, and he couldn’t meet her eyes.
Only then did she glance down at her own body.
“Oh.”
Her shirt had soaked through from the rain, leaving her undergarments visible. Chehekle drew her arms across her chest, laughing with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. In front of a student.”
“N-no, it’s nothing.”
Finding somewhere to look at last, Simon regained his composure, his expression turning serious once more.
“Has Professor Bahil returned to Rocksum?”
“Yes. We tracked him down hiding in his villa with help from other department professors and even ravens. We managed to convince him and bring him back to Rocksum, at least.”
Simon’s expression hardened slightly.
At least they’d succeeded—for now.
“To be honest, the Professor’s condition is dire.”
Chehekle let out a deep, heavy sigh.
“His despair was too profound. He shows no enthusiasm for teaching, none of his usual strange ramblings—his mind has simply broken. He just stares at the ceiling endlessly. I’ve never seen him like this.”
Simon felt a pang of guilt.
“Is it possible that……?”
“Yes, it’s likely because of you, Simon.”
Simon felt confused.
“I hesitate to say it, but it seems strange that someone like Professor Bahil would end up this way over one student. If there’s some other reason you suspect……?”
“It is because of one student.”
Chehekle confirmed it flatly, her words tinged with bitterness.
“You probably don’t realize how intense his obsession and fixation with you has been.”
“……I see.”
Simon had only ever seen Bahil wearing a mask.
Of course, he’d sensed that Bahil treated him differently than other students—teaching him Compelonya and the Four Great Curses—but he’d thought nothing of it.
He hadn’t known that his rejection would still be breaking the Professor down now.
“……What a pathetic man.”
As Chehekle spoke of Bahil, anger and irritation flashed across her eyes. She raked her damp hair roughly, muttering the words like a curse, when suddenly Simon’s face flushed and he turned away sharply.
“?”
Chehekle, who had been brushing back her hair, let out a belated laugh—”Aha, aha”—and covered her chest.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Simon turned his gaze away again and cleared his throat with a soft cough.
“But it seems like you don’t hold only good feelings toward Professor Bahil, either.”
“…Yes, that’s the truth.”
She exhaled a heavy sigh.
“To be honest, my resentment runs deeper.”
“What happened?”
She laid out her story in an even tone.
“When Professor Bahil was still a novice instructor, he noticed my talent back when I was a Kizen student, and he wanted to have me.”
Just like you.
As if to emphasize the point, she fixed Simon with a steady gaze before continuing.
“In the end, I couldn’t make it through my second year because of all his interference, and I dropped out. The moment I took off my school uniform and packed my things from the Dormitory, he offered me the position of teaching assistant.”
At the time, Chehekle said, she had no choice but to accept.
Her parents had fallen gravely ill, and she needed money for their treatment immediately.
Bahil not only took responsibility for their care but even guaranteed her the next professorship in the Curse Department.
She accepted the offer from her enemy and became subordinate to him.
“But my resentment only grew deeper with time.”
Chehekle spoke, gazing up at the ceiling.
“I’m just attending to the professor and gathering supplies for students, while my classmates are living the happiest school days imaginable and rushing toward brilliant futures. When I pass by my peers or juniors while sweeping the floor, all I can do is bow and scrape. Can you imagine what that feels like?”
“…”
Simon placed both hands on the ground, his expression troubled.
“So climbing all the way to Senior Teaching Assistant while enduring years as an assistant was also…”
“Yes. I wanted to take revenge on him.”
Chehekle laughed.
“I’ve tried countless times. I leaked important information to his competitors, published papers refuting his work. But as time went on, I realized one thing: I could never match him. He’s a true genius. There was no way an ordinary person like me could defeat such a prodigy.”
Believing it impossible to surpass Bahil through skill alone and crush him, Chehekle switched tactics to a more aggressive negative campaign. There were times when she dealt him such devastating blows that his professorship seemed to teeter on the brink.
Yet no matter what she did, Bahil never blamed her.
—”Do as you wish. I only ask that you remain at my side, Chehekle.”
And he never approved any resignation letter she submitted.
‘It wasn’t a simple professor-assistant relationship. It was something far more complicated.’
Simon saw the multiple expressions flickering across Chehekle’s face.
A love-hate relationship.
That was probably the most fitting description of what bound Chehekle and Bahil together.
“Of course, I haven’t given up on my revenge against him.”
Chehekle’s voice turned cold and quiet.
“But I don’t want to achieve that revenge by targeting someone who’s become this helpless.”
“Assistant…”
“That was quite the tangent. Let me return to what I was saying before. I have a request for you, Simon.”
Chehekle, who had been sitting with her legs to the side, pressed her knees together and lowered her head respectfully—so much so that she appeared almost to be kneeling. Startled, Simon assumed the same position.
“A-Assistant…!”
“Tomorrow is Course Selection Day.”
She lifted her head, her expression earnest.
“I’m not trying to impose an unreasonable request, but I’d like you to choose Professor Bahil’s Curse Magic as your first general elective.”
“What?”
Simon blinked.
He had already coordinated his schedule with the Student Council members.
Though he had enrolled in Bahil’s Curse Magic, it was his second choice—his first was set for Jane’s Dark Reversal Magic.
“…But would that really make a difference?”
“Though he’s an adult, that man still has something childlike about his temperament. It’s a trait common to geniuses and eccentrics.”
Chehekle sighed.
“Even though you, Simon, have chosen Professor Aaron as a second-year student, if you could give him the assurance that Bahil comes second at least…”
A flicker of something crossed her eyes.
“It might be enough to bring that broken man back.”

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The next morning.
The rain that had poured all night had eased considerably. Fortunately, today’s Course Selection season proceeded without incident.
The four hundred 2nd Year students donned their rain coats over their school uniforms and took their positions at the starting line outside the 2nd Year Campus.
“Haaah.”
Among the adults standing before the students, Simon spotted a familiar face.
Endolas Bodville, the Necromancer of Kizen.
One of the continent’s ten great mysteries alongside Neftis—the very same man who had overseen the BMAT during Simon’s 1st Year.
Endolas rubbed his eyes, his face lined with exhaustion.
“I’ve been up all night since the rain started at dawn. I’m about ready to collapse.”
“Oh my, you must be exhausted! Thank you so much for your effort!”
A Kizen staff member and Endolas were making casual conversation, while the students murmured among themselves, discussing the course registration.
“What? You’re changing the order now?!”
Simon explained the situation to the Student Council members. Merin bounced and shouted, prompting Simon to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Yeah. I made the decision unilaterally all of a sudden, and I’m really sorry about it.”
Simon had ultimately decided to accept Chehekle’s suggestion.
Setting aside Bahil as a person, Simon simply loved Curse Magic as a subject—the way Bahil taught it was undeniably excellent, and Simon had received considerable personal help from him as well. Especially thanks to the Compelonya technique Bahil had taught him, Simon had once saved his own life.
He couldn’t let his lifesaver be ruined without doing anything. If he could save Bahil merely by changing the course registration order from second to first, Simon was more than willing to do so.
“Don’t worry about it, Simon! Don’t feel burdened.”
Kamibarez smiled brightly.
“We only swapped the registration order a little. Professor Jane, Professor Bahil, and Professor Hong Peng—we four are still taking all their classes together, right?”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“I believe we’ll be able to take classes together as a group of four, just like before!”
Kamibarez’s encouragement gave Simon renewed strength. Meanwhile, Dick stood with his arms crossed, lost in thought.
“Hmm—so are we just going to follow Simon and make Curse Magic our first priority too?”
“No, no. I don’t want you guys to suffer because of my whim.”
In fact, Dick had already snuck out of the Dormitory the previous night, mapped out the shortest route, and checked the positions of the cards that Endolas Bodville had set up.
If they changed the order, all of Dick’s preparation would be wasted, and far too many variables would be introduced.
“Don’t worry. I prefer acting alone anyway, and I’ll manage to enroll in all three courses no matter what.”
Simon clenched and unclenched his fists as he spoke with absolute confidence.
Just then, the Kizen staff member and Endolas Bodville stepped forward.
“Alright, 2nd Year students! I will now explain the rules of course registration!”
Simon already knew all of this from Dick, so it was old hat to him.
The current 2nd Year Campus had been transformed by Endolas Bodville’s Anomaly into a Strange Land where monsters prowled and multiple spaces merged together.
The professors waited in their respective offices within the campus buildings, and students would complete their registration by visiting them with a Course Registration Form and obtaining the professor’s signature.
Of course, once a course reached capacity, registration became impossible. Since the time spent reaching a professor and the Shadow Element consumed navigating monsters and traps would all be wasted, split-second judgment was crucial.
“All of you will enter the campus wearing these Protective Suits!”
Endolas held up a vest-shaped Protective Suit as he spoke.
“This Protective Suit converts the attacks of my card monsters into numerical values, consuming your Barrier Gauge. The moment your Barrier Gauge reaches zero, you will be trapped in a Barrier set up at that location and must remain immobilized for thirty minutes.”
The students gasped in shock.
Thirty minutes was enough time to register for one course and then some.
“Man, I’m gonna have to play it safe out there.”
Dick muttered under his breath.
“A thirty-minute lockout at this competition level? That’s game over.”
With those words, Merin turned to face Simon.
“And Simon?”
“Yeah?”
“Fair warning—the number of students choosing Professor Jane’s class as their first option exceeds the entire enrollment capacity. Do you understand what that means?”
Simon nodded.
“It means I have to reach Professor Jane before all the students who chose her as their first option—which means I need to hit Professor Bahil first and then get to Professor Jane.”
“Exactly. I’m not going to try to stop you now, but are you really sure you can do this?”
Simon felt the genuine concern in Merin’s words and answered with a confident grin.
“Yeah. I’ll definitely pull it off.”
Dick cried out “That’s our president!” and handed Simon a map.
“Luckily, the Curse Department building and the Dark Runic Studies Department building are pretty close! If you move twice as fast as everyone else, you’ve got just barely a shot!”
“Okay.”
“So, are all the students ready?”
At Endolas Bodville’s cry, all the students shouted back, “Yes!”
“We will now begin the course registration season! I sincerely hope you all get the classes you desire!”
His cloak billowed as his arm came down.
“Begin!”

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