Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 489

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 489
Hong Peng’s physical conditioning training in the days before the weekend was pure hell.
Starting with torturous calisthenics that seemed designed for the express purpose of human suffering.
Running to the mountain’s peak, scaling mountainous obstacles, running on all fours under the Exhaust Curse, carrying a partner while sprinting—the works.
“P-please kill me…….”
Merin, currently hauling Simon across her shoulders, let out a groan of despair.
Her legs trembled as though they might buckle at any second. Simon helped her by using Cloud to lift his body slightly into the air, easing the burden.
Just then, the instructor’s voice cut through.
“The one being carried can’t slack off either! Figure out your own ways to reduce the strain on your partner!”
In that respect, Simon was an excellent partner. Thanks to him, even Merin—whose stamina was lacking—managed to wheeze across the finish line.
“Students who’ve reached the finish, switch positions! Now head straight back to the starting line!”
Simon’s eyes gleamed. In one fluid motion, he scooped Merin onto his shoulders before she could even touch the ground.
“Kyaaaaa!”
The world lurched upside down with a whoosh, and Merin shrieked in shock.
“Hey! What are you doing?!”
Simon bolted forward without hesitation. Hector was already running far ahead—he had to catch up.
“Simon! No! Slow down! Slow down!”
Merin’s neck flushed crimson as she flailed her legs in protest. Dick, who was just heading back to the starting line, called out abruptly.
“Oi, what do you mean slow down?”
“I’m dying!!”
By the end of the lesson, every student lay sprawled on the ground, utterly spent—so much so that several had to be stretchered into the Teleport Magic Circle to be transported away.
“I won.”
Simon glanced toward Hector, breathing hard. Hector ground his teeth in frustration.
“You idiot!”
Merin smacked Simon’s back once, then huffed and turned her head away in a huff.
‘……Boys really are something else.’
Even though they’d entered their second year, this side of them hadn’t matured one bit. She wondered when they’d ever grow up.
Just then, Kamibarez appeared, grunting as she hauled Dick on her back.
“You’ve got this, Kamibarez!”
The sight of her looked like an ant carrying prey many times heavier than itself.
Meanwhile, Dick had been clever enough to rig himself with a Balloon-like Buoyancy Invention to ease the weight.
“Success! Dick and Kamibarez!”
The instructor checked off their names.
One by one, the students returned to the starting point. Hong Peng broke into a radiant smile and clapped his hands together.
“You all did brilliantly! Tomorrow’s the weekend, right? Make sure to stretch properly so you don’t injure yourselves, and get some good rest!”

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After that hellish training ended, when the weekend finally arrived, even Simon was beginning to feel muscle soreness.
Though he wanted nothing more than to sleep the entire day away due to exhaustion, a Kizen student had no time for idleness.
Once the weekend ended, the relentless cycle of major courses would resume. In particular, the Summoning Materials Studies course—notorious for its staggering workload—had already announced a practical assessment.
In the morning, Simon researched assignments and the Rotating Skeleton Knight. In the afternoon, he visited Sacred Defense Professor Parahan’s residence where Haiyang was seeing her dark friend. That evening, he stopped by Pier’s Ruins, where he trained under the Legion Commander course alongside Ancient Undead.
Clang——!
A clear metallic ring echoed through Pier’s Ruins. Simon and Pier were clashing their greatswords against each other.
Simon wielded the Sword of Ruin, with his right hand wrapped in Pier’s bone, while Pier held a plain greatsword in his left hand alone.
“How are the recent developments with the ‘blade’? Any progress?”
Simon asked. In the same instant, Pier kicked off the ground and rushed forward.
[No real progress to speak of, but I’ve discovered the cause!]
Clang! Clang!
The two greatswords repeatedly sparked as they collided.
[Only half of the blade’s body remains intact! The other half is still in the hands of those maniacs!]
“By those maniacs, you mean—”
[That obsessed group who seized and experimented with the blade.]
Screech!
Pier poured more force into his hand. Simon’s legs skidded backward across the ground as he was driven back.
[I must track down those demented fools and recover the other half of the blade!]
“If that happens, will the blade truly be saved?”
[Of course, boy!]
Pier grinned wickedly and knocked Simon’s greatsword aside.
[We’ll secure the sixth captain-class Ancient Undead for the Legion! Once the blade fulfills its role, our forces will become far more formidable! That creature’s Disease Ability is absolutely essential to us!]
The sixth Ancient Undead!
Simon felt his heart lift. Whenever that showdown came—with Magnus and the 5th Legion—he was determined to claim the sword for himself.
Clang!
Clang!
The two of them traded blows as they ran side by side through the Ruins.
“I asked Erzsebet to slip into the Dresden Royal Library and hunt down some materials!”
Simon dropped low to evade the attack, then planted his left foot hard into the earth and thrust his greatsword forward.
“I hope she finds something useful!”
Swish—
It was a sharp thrust, but Pier tilted the greatsword held in one hand and let Simon’s blade glide past effortlessly.
[Right! For now, focus on life at Kizen! An opportunity to leave Rocksum. When the next Mission Evaluation happens—that’s what matters most!]
“I’ll swing by the Student Council office and ask Dick about timing. It should be coming up soon.”
Crash!
The two greatswords collided head-on, and dust billowed up between them.
Simon’s lips curved into a smile.
“I swear I’ll resurrect this blade with my own hands!”

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The sweet weekend vanished like light, and a new week began again.
The morning brought a stroke of luck—a free period—so Simon indulged in sleeping late for once. This afternoon, though, held a class he’d been anticipating.
The last of his three major courses: Summoning Funeral Studies.
“Toto! Hurry up!”
Simon wheedled at Toto with an innocent grin.
“Yeah, yeah! I’m coming!”
They grabbed lunch at a small canteen inside the Dormitory, then boarded the Golem Board for the ride to the 2nd Year Campus.
They arrived at the Summoning Department Building.
Simon was pleased with the speed, but Toto clutched his stomach again—another bout of pain—and sprinted for the restroom.
Click.
Simon stepped straight into the lecture hall.
Having arrived early, the classroom was still mostly empty.
‘The window seat’s free.’
It was the kind of spot where a cool breeze drifted in—a prime location, he thought. Simon quickly claimed it and pulled out his textbook.
“Hey there?”
A pleasant voice drifted over, light as a spring breeze.
It was Lorain. Her eyes held a warm kindness.
“Oh, hi! Lorain.”
“Good morning, Simon.”
By now, there was no need for the usual “May I sit here?” dance. Lorain took the seat beside him, and Simon felt a quiet satisfaction—they really had grown closer.
“Though ‘good morning’ seems a bit off, doesn’t it? We’re in afternoon classes.”
He threw in a joke for good measure.
“Yeah, you’re right. Good afternoon, then.”
Lorain played along, even managing a small laugh.
“I just woke up, so my sense of time is all scrambled.”
Simon momentarily pictured the future Chancellor of Kizen sleeping in a bedroom plastered with pink wallpaper, dressed in character pajamas—then quickly banished the image.
As he and Lorain chatted, the lecture hall filled gradually with students. The ambient noise grew thick and constant.
Toto returned from the restroom and took a seat in front of Simon.
“First Summoning Funeral Studies class. I’m looking forward to it.”
Simon murmured as he wrote his name in the crisp new textbook he’d never used before.
“You check the syllabus?”
Toto asked while signing his own book.
“The professor is Rin and Rune. Never heard of them before!”
“Rin and Rune? Are those first and last names?”
“This course has ‘two’ professors.”
Lorain spoke up. Both Simon and Toto turned to face her at once.
Lorain placed her index finger against her lips. “Hmm—”
“They’re kind of like… twins, I’d say?”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“You know those professors?”
“Of course.”
Lorain closed her eyes.
“I’ve known them since I was very small. When I was a baby, they even changed my diapers, supposedly.”
‘A friend of Neftis?’
Simon found himself growing more and more curious about who Professors Lin and Rune were.
If they knew Lorain back when she was an infant, he figured they must be somewhere in their mid-forties or fifties by now.
Murmur, murmur!
Just then, the volume of student voices swelled from the entrance.
It wasn’t class time yet. So then—
“She’s here.”
Lorain murmured quietly, slipping into alert mode.
A girl strode into the lecture hall, her brilliant ivory-blonde hair streaming behind her like a grand halo of light itself.
Serne, the Heir to the Ivory Tower.
She accepted greetings from her followers as she passed, then naturally made her way toward Simon.
“Hmm—”
But nearly every seat around Simon was already taken. He sat by the window, Lorain at his side, Toto in front, and some unnamed boy behind. The only vacant spot was diagonal from him.
Yet Serne clicked her way over to the boy sitting directly behind Simon, who hadn’t noticed her approach at all and remained gazing absently out the window.
“…….”
Lorain fixed Serne with a hard stare.
There was an unmistakable determination to catch her using those feathers—or any underhanded manipulation—to steal the seat. She wouldn’t tolerate coercion either.
“Excuse me.”
Serne opened her mouth. The boy, belatedly noticing the infamously ruthless Serne standing right in front of him, went pale.
“Oh, uh! What… what is it?”
His voice trembled noticeably.
Simon immediately pictured Serne trampling the boy’s face and snarling something like ‘Do you have no sense? Get lost,’ but—
“I’m so very sorry—”
it was nothing of the sort.
Her cheeks flushed a gentle pink, and her eyes glistened as she blinked them softly.
“It’s just that I’d really love to sit in that spot~ Would you possibly mind switching with me?”
Having asked so sweetly, she laughed a little sheepishly and tucked her hair behind her ear. The boy’s face reddened noticeably.
“O-of course! Please, p-please, sit anywhere you’d like! I’m fine with another seat!”
“Oh my, how thoughtful of you.”
The corners of her eyes curved subtly upward.
“Thank you?”
Checkmate. The boy stumbled backward, and Serne casually settled her rear into the seat directly behind Simon.
“There, all settled.”
She crossed her legs lightly and cast a sidelong glance at Lorain, whose eyes now blazed with indignation.
“Common beasts don’t need feathers to bow to me~ My natural authority and charm are more than sufficient.”
‘Just now she was begging so desperately, and now she calls him a common beast.’
Simon let out a dry laugh. Whatever else one might say about this girl, her mental fortitude was far from ordinary.
“Professor is arriving!”
The main event of the day had finally come.
Students filed back to their seats, and teaching assistants appeared in the lecture hall.
‘Something’s off.’
The assistants for Summoning Funeral Studies appeared to be in their forties and fifties—considerably older than usual.
A stark contrast to the teaching assistants in other classes, typically composed of people in their twenties.
“Everyone, quiet!”
They were gruff and tough in temperament too. The head assistant, apparently, barked the command to silence the students before speaking.
“Professors Lin and Rune are entering.”
Tap-tap, tap-tap-tap.
Students began to murmur.
Two girls walked in with identical textbooks in one hand, wearing identical overalls and identical hats, their arms swinging in perfect rhythm.
“……They’re children?”
Even being generous, they looked two or three years younger than the current second-year students, who were at most eighteen.
Sharp eyes, piercing gaze, high cheekbones, and shoulders squared with unwavering confidence.
The two of them stopped and surveyed the classroom.
Toto turned ever so slightly toward Lorain—a silent question about whether this was truly the person she’d mentioned. But Lorain merely smiled calmly.
While the other students reeled at the professors’ youthful appearance, Simon’s shock came from something else entirely.
“Those two.”
Simon’s voice wavered.
“They’re not human.”
“Huh?”
Toto turned to look at Simon.
“That’s quite an unprecedented move, Kizen.”
Serne appeared to have noticed it too, propping his chin on his hand.
“Having the Undead teach humans?”
The students’ murmurs filled the hall. But Simon’s trembling did not fade.
‘And not ordinary Undead, either.’
As a Legion Commander, Simon could sense it instinctively.
Those two professors.
Ancient Undead.

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