Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 487

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Chapter 487
The battle had been fierce.
Leading the Student Council members, Simon had finally succeeded in breaking through the monsters and reaching the pavilion where the waterfall flowed.
Haah! Haah!
Everyone collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. The monsters that had been chasing them relentlessly withdrew for reasons unknown, unable to advance further.
“We made it through, my fellow scholars!”
Hong Peng rose to his feet with a grin.
“As we were waiting for.”
Even as the four of them panted with breath caught all the way up to their throats, they met each other’s eyes and smiled.
The general education course schedule that many second-year students had aimed for—they had successfully secured it: Jane’s Dark Reversal Magic, Bahil’s Curse Magic, and Hong Peng’s Magical Combat.
“Professor, huff—puff! But this test was just too much!”
Dick sprawled out flat on his back as he said so, completely exhausted. Merin scolded him for being rude before a professor, though her lips curved upward in agreement.
“Well then.”
She held a quill pen, taking the course registration forms she had received from the four of them.
“First, Dick Hayward? Your hand-to-hand combat was ordinary, but I was impressed by how you adapted various weapons appropriately during battle.”
Dick’s eyes widened and he bolted upright.
“Y-you saw that? As an observer?”
Hong Peng nodded with a smile in her eyes.
“In second-year intermediate Magical Combat, you’ll learn how to handle weapons as well. I saw you break several spears during combat, and if you study properly, your natural gift for Enchant should work quite efficiently with that knowledge.”
“Wow, thank you!”
Hong Peng went on to evaluate Kamibarez and Merin as well.
She said that in magical combat, Kamibarez’s small stature posed no disadvantage whatsoever; instead, she was impressed by how cleverly she exploited her small frame, using original combat techniques to knock monsters away.
She told Merin that while her overall body movements were slow and her reaction time was poor, she had a talent for kicking.
“Your hand techniques were inadequate, though. Ah, but your Pierce Technique and Heavenly Strike were good. As for the Heavenly Strike, you’ve clearly studied that one well.”
!
At those words, Merin’s face flushed again. When Dick snickered beside her, she glared at him sharply.
“Finally, scholar Simon.”
Hong Peng looked at Simon. Simon felt a wave of tension wash over him and nodded.
“As an instructor, I tried to find faults, but there weren’t any to speak of. Your magical combat overall shows very high completeness. Your fundamentals are solid—that goes without saying—and your use of terrain in battle was excellent as well.”
She smiled warmly.
“Even accounting for all the majors, Simon is the best in Class A.”
Behind him, Dick, Merin, and Kamibarez let out envious exclamations. Simon answered respectfully, “Thank you, Professor.”
“Is there a particular style of magical combat you’d like to study specially in second year?”
Hong Peng asked. Simon gazed at his own palms for a moment, then clenched his fist.
“You said we can learn how to use weapons in second-year Magical Combat?”
“Yes.”
Simon grinned.
“I’d like to properly study the Great Sword Technique that you use, Professor.”
She smiled brightly and tilted her head slightly.
“Good.”

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With that, course registration was complete.
Since courses could not be changed once registered, the students voiced their regrets on the way back to the Dormitory.
According to Dick, there had been a major incident with Jane’s Dark Reversal Magic course registration.
Over two hundred students had crowded in, but the maximum capacity for this class was sixty. One hundred and forty students had made the trip in vain, and naturally the schedules became terribly tangled.
The result was that the leaders of last year’s Class A monopolized the vast majority of the seats.
The Student Council members, Jamie, Sindy, and Claudia. Hector and his faction, and so on. Since it essentially became an Class A course, students from other classes harbored resentment and jeered.
-How many Kizen tests did you take? If you don’t like it, then win.
-Dogs that lost in competition have a lot to say.
But the sharp words of Merin and Hector silenced any rebuttal, and the matter was quickly suppressed. At Kizen, such complaints were merely the grievances of the defeated.
To commemorate having crafted the optimal schedule combination, Simon and the Student Council members gathered at the Student Council Office after bathing in their respective dormitory rooms, holding a small celebration.
Since all the students were exhausted, afternoon classes were skipped that day. There was also time needed to clean up the remaining monsters on campus and the Endolas Cards.
During this cleanup time, students were able to register for classes that still had open seats. The “general education courses” that had been neglected by students were quickly filled.
Merin registered for the general education course “Understanding of Mana.”
Dick registered for “Economics.”
Kamibarez registered for the general education course “History of Races.”
Simon was satisfied with the seven courses he was already taking, plus his Student Council duties, so he had no intention of registering for more. But when Jane visited the Student Council President’s Office, things changed.
-It’s unacceptable for the Student Council President, who should set an example for everyone, to take only seven courses.
Jane scolded him.
And it turned out there was indeed one compulsory general education course that the Student Council President had to take.

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The next morning.
“…….”
Simon stood glazed-eyed, peering uncertainly at his surroundings.
A small, elite class of twenty students.
Not a single familiar face among them.
‘I’m done for.’
A cursory glance told him that every student in this class carried themselves with unmistakable aristocratic air.
The boys slicked their hair back in sharp undercuts or deep side parts, wore expensive watches, and had the bearing of lords; the girls dripped with costly jewelry, carried themselves with the presence of matrons, and hid their laughter behind fans with practiced “oh-ho-hos.”
‘What is this—some kind of high society club?’
Simon felt like a castaway deposited alone on some distant island.
Even third-years attended this general elective course—and they formed the vast majority.
“Oh, you there~”
‘?’
At the affected voice, Simon turned. A blond boy approached with his hair severely parted 8-2, his features bearing an ostentatious quality, one eye narrowed in what he clearly thought was a charming gesture.
Judging by his badge, he was third-year. Simon immediately wiped any expression from his face and spoke with polite deference.
“Yes, Senior.”
“Mm, mm, so you’re the Student Council President? How admirably impressive you are~”
Heavy double eyelids, a prominently jutting nose, and a body language that managed to be both preening and off-putting all at once.
Repulsive.
Simon felt the sandwich he’d eaten this morning threatening to resurface.
“Simon Polentia. Polentia? Pardon me, but which kingdom’s domain do you manage?”
“The Resshil domain of the Baldwin Kingdom.”
“Oh my. I’m afraid I’m not familiar with it. Perhaps if you mentioned a neighboring domain, it might ring a bell?”
I don’t need to know—now leave me alone.
Swallowing that thought, Simon answered graciously.
“Ah, yes! There’s quite a large domain next to Resshil called ‘Hobe’—”
“Hobe! Baldwin’s Hobe! I know it! The coffee from Hobe is truly magnificent! It’s quite famous in the Kalos Kingdom too~ The high altitude and warm climate produce beans with a strong aroma and distinctive acidity! To think you’re from the very origin of such coffee—your father must be quite remarkable!”
But Hobe is the neighboring domain, not ours.
Simon’s face remained smiling, but his head had begun to throb.
Just then, a third-year who seemed to materialize like a savior called out to him.
“Sharie! What are you doing? You said you’d lend me some ink.”
“Oh, that’s right. My apologies!”
The third-year called Sharie winked.
“Let’s talk more later, shall we?”
Simon wanted to decline, but he couldn’t refuse a senior, so he could only manage an awkward smile in response.
As Simon watched Sharie’s departing back, he rested his chin on his hand.
‘Sharie, Sharie… where have I heard that before… oh!’
Simon withdrew the Student Council President’s Notebook and flipped through it with a crisp rustle, stopping at one entry.
‘What? That person ranked eighth overall?’
Necromancy Department Representative and eighth-ranked student overall.
Sharie Tenie.
For all his superficial affectations, he was clearly formidable.
‘I’ll need to be careful.’
Having grown up in merit-based Kizen, Simon couldn’t help but see a person differently the moment he learned their rank.
‘The strongest third-year in Necromancy. I wonder what kind of Dark Magic he specializes in?’
Now that he thought about it, all the third-years here possessed either considerable wealth or considerable skill—or both.
At the same time, none of them seemed to harbor any hostility or jealousy toward Simon for becoming Student Council President as a second-year.
Whether it was overwhelming self-confidence or simply that such concerns were beneath them, they seemed almost to inhabit a different world—one where competition and merit didn’t carry the weight it did here at Kizen.
“……Ah, ah, hello there, President!”
Simon turned his head.
This time it was a girl with twin tails framing her face, a white formal jacket slung over her school uniform shoulders, approaching him.
‘So she’s in this class too. That makes sense.’
Overall seventh rank, Elisa Selin of the Phantom Ship.
Like Simon, she was one of the few second-years in this course.
“What is it?”
Her face was flushed, and she stood there shaking slightly, beads of sweat rolling down her temples. In truth, she’d been waiting for a moment when Simon was alone, working up the courage to approach.
She let out a sharp, deliberate cough—”Ahem!”—and then quickly set something down on Simon’s desk.
“Are you… are you hungry?”
Inside the paper bag sat a baguette.
Simon stood frozen, unsure what to make of it, while she rushed forward with her explanation in a breathless torrent.
“You know this bread brand, right? The inside is soft and tender. The crust is crispy! They bake it with the golden ratio of flour, salt, water, and yeast, brushed with butter and parsley, and there’s fresh cream inside too…!”
Simon blinked as he looked at her.
“But why are you giving this to me?”
Her face flushed an even deeper crimson. Unaccustomed to such gestures, her breath came in ragged bursts, and her eyes darted wildly about.
“Well, it’s morning, so I thought you’d be hungry!”
“I already ate breakfast.”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
‘Hey! I’m Elisa Selin! If I’ve gone this far, the least you could do is accept it!’
There was no one more infuriating than this boy in the entire world.
Just because he’d become Student Council President—what, he’d tasted a bit of power and now he looked down on her? How could anyone be so dismissive, knowing full well who she was?
I’m the daughter of a Prime Minister, for heaven’s sake!
She had never been treated this way in her entire life.
‘Breathe. Compose yourself.’
She pushed down the shame and humiliation that threatened to spill over.
‘I am a politician.’
Her father had taught her that.
A politician does not bow to people—only to the power they wield.
That was it. She hadn’t brought bread for Simon Polentia; she’d brought it for his power!
“Yes! I’m merely attending to power!”
“Huh? What did you just—”
“Oh my! Ha ha! Look at our president’s shoulders, all tensed up!”
Elisa spun around and began kneading Simon’s shoulders. Startled, he let out a strangled “Ugh!” and twisted away.
“I heard about it! All the Student Council members managed to register for Professor Hong Peng’s class? Wow, you must have worked hard! It must have been incredibly competitive—hard on everyone, right?”
“Wait, wait!”
Simon pressed his hand against her palms as she continued massaging his shoulders.
“Fine, fine! Just… let’s talk about this properly—!”
Creak!
The lecture hall door swung open and the professor for this class entered. Students rose and moved to their seats.
Unlike other classrooms filled with noise and chatter, these students maintained their composure even as the professor arrived.
Creak!
Tap!
And Elisa Selin had, once again, taken the seat next to Simon.
When Simon gave her a pointed look, she merely smiled it away.
“Ahem. Pleased to make your acquaintance, students.”
A man with an unusually wavy, permed hairstyle entered the room, his jacket adorned with countless military decorations.
“My name is William Spanger. I have served as Prime Minister of the Kalos Kingdom, among other positions.”
His sharp gaze swept across the students’ posture as they sat.
“You there, young lady. Straighten your shoulders, draw in your chin. Your right hand should be on top.”
From the very start, he corrected the posture of three students in the front row.
Satisfied at last, he resumed his introduction.
“In one year, or perhaps several years from now, many of you will become leaders and guides who command great numbers of people. I assure you that my knowledge and experience will prove invaluable to you.”
This was the general education course that Simon had to take as Student Council President.
It was called Royal Studies.

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The inhabitants of the Washburn Mountain Range loved to gossip about the Mysterious High Castle perched at the mountain’s peak.
The dreadful screams that echoed down from time to time.
The vivid bloodstains scattered throughout the fortress.
Opinions varied on whether anyone actually lived there.
But no one dared venture into that perilous place.
And yet, right there.
“Is everyone ready?”
“Yes, sir!”
Over thirty necromancers from Kizen Headquarters were preparing for the assault.
Each and every one of them was an elite that Kizen took pride in—true professionals of war.
Though there were more than thirty of them, when you counted the undead they had summoned, the numbers swelled to several hundred.
And at the very front stood a man.
“We’ve located the headquarters of Magnus, Commander of the 5th Legion. Beginning the Suppression Operation now.”
A Necromancer draped in a raven cloak spoke into the Communication Crystal Orb.
“Advance.”
The Necromancer and the undead surged forward toward the castle in unison.

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