Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 490

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius 490
“…….”
The classroom was blanketed in a chaos of silence and stillness.
And the twins strode up onto the dais.
With identical poses, arms folded, weight shifted onto one leg in unison, they stared down at the students with the same sullen expression.
Then.
“Haaah.”
They exhaled together in a drawn-out sigh.
“Hopeless, Lin.”
The girl on the left spoke.
“Should we be teaching these pathetic wretches from the ground up? Rune.”
The girl on the right answered.
“I’m already suffocating.”
“We specifically asked for third-years, at least.”
“I told you to just tell Neftis we wouldn’t do it.”
“Then Neftis would sulk.”
“And maybe wouldn’t play with us anymore.”
Then they started chattering away with each other.
Just as the students were disappointed by how different the Kizen professors were from what they’d imagined, the professors in turn were growing disillusioned with the students.
“Lin, Professor. Rune, Professor.”
Then the Head Teaching Assistant stepped forward with a smile.
“Still, now that you’re standing on the dais, shouldn’t you at least introduce yourselves to the students?”
A charismatic middle-aged man—the Head Teaching Assistant looked more like a professor than they did.
“The word ‘professor’ feels weird, doesn’t it?”
“Gives me goosebumps, doesn’t it?”
“But since you ask so nicely, we suppose we have to.”
“Yeah.”
The two girls clasped hands and raised them toward the students.
“Hi. My name is Lin.”
“My name is Rune.”
Was that all?
Just as the students stood in confusion, Lin on the left opened her mouth.
“Any questions, little ones?”
Snap!
A hand shot up as if on cue, and a male student stood from his seat.
“Pierre Buckler. Professors, you’re not human, are you?”
“Can’t you tell just by looking? Pierre.”
“Dumb, Pierre. We’re not human—we’re Undead.”
Simon nodded. This settled it beyond any doubt.
The two of them were Undead, and what’s more—the most mysterious beings in the world: Ancient Undead.
Then a female student raised her hand.
“Eldarin Luo. You appear quite young, but I was wondering if perhaps your age…….”
At those words, the twin professors recoiled with horror-stricken faces.
“Dreadful! How rude! Eldarin!”
“Asking a lady’s age! Eldarin!”
“That’s 5 penalty points!”
Eldarin startled, then immediately protested with an aggrieved expression.
“B-but that’s unacceptable! Penalty points for merely asking about age! Kizen is built on thorough meritocracy, after all……!”
[Meritocracy?]
The twins’ expressions turned glacial in an instant.
The temperature in the classroom plummeted. Eldarin felt a creeping chill wash over her body as an enormous pressure bore down on her shoulders.
[Interesting thing to say. That’s right. Kizen is built on thorough meritocracy.]
[We have the skill to stand on this dais, and by that authority, we assign you penalty points.]
[If you mean to resist that authority, come up here and prove your ability.]
[Show us that you’re better than we are.]
Behind the two Ancient Undead, the ghostly laughter of children echoed like a dirge. Eldarin’s lips turned pale.
“T-that is……!”
Then a hand tugged at Eldarin’s sleeve.
Aseraz Mikel, ranked fifth in her class, shook her head firmly.
“Stop causing trouble. Don’t make a mess of the department’s atmosphere.”
And from behind came a clear, spine-chilling voice.
Hector, the Summoning Department Representative, was speaking coldly.
In the end.
“I—I’m sorry. I accept whatever punishment you see fit.”
Eldarin bowed deeply to the two young women in apology.
Lin and Run sighed, waving their hands as if to tell her to sit. Remarkably, their timing and speed were identical.
Just then, the Head Teaching Assistant stepped forward.
“Lin and Run have held professorial positions at Kizen approximately ten times. Since their last lecture was nearly fourteen years ago, it’s hardly surprising the students wouldn’t know them. And.”
She glanced around at the students.
“Both professors are Ancient Undead bound directly by contract to Neftis. I’ll say no more on the matter.”
The students were murmuring among themselves when Toto, sitting in front of Simon, muttered under his breath.
“S-still, something feels weird about this. Undead teaching humans?”
Simon tilted his head.
“Why would it be? Doesn’t seem strange to me.”
“R-really?”
In fact, Simon had taken lessons from Pier just yesterday.
The teachings of Ancient Undead on weekends had been one of the vital driving forces behind Simon’s growth. Pier’s phantom laughed—”Kehehehe!”
‘More than that, Pier. You heard, right?’
[I heard, boy!]
‘They said Neftis is bound by contract to these Ancient Undead. Does that mean Neftis is a Legion Commander too?’
[Kehehehe! No chance of that. That woman is simply an extraordinarily exceptional case.]
Normally, only Legion Commanders could contract with Ancient Undead and command them as limbs, but Neftis was already a Necromancer so far beyond the common order of things that the world’s ordinary logic did not apply to her.
She maintained her contract with Lin and Run through a somewhat different method, so it was said.
Of course, those twins were the only Ancient Undead she possessed, and no other Necromancer could even imitate it.
“Then, professors. Shall we begin the lesson proper now……?”
“Understood, Head Teaching Assistant!”
“We’re gonna squeeze this debt out of Neftis! Head Teaching Assistant!”
As the twin professors strode toward the blackboard and gestured, white chalk and pink chalk flew into their hands respectively.
Tap-tap-tap-
They rose onto their tiptoes and began writing the characters “Jangson” on the board. Even as they wrote, they divided each stroke precisely in half between them.
When drawing the final circle, they both started from the same point simultaneously, each drawing half the circle, until they met with a click at the end.
“Well then.”
“Questions from here—”
The twin professors turned around after finishing the characters.
“Oh.”
More than ten students had their hands raised eagerly.
Though they’d been briefly disconcerted by their appearance at first, once the lesson began, all such hesitation vanished.
A professor who docked five penalty points for a single question? Then she’d clearly be scattering bonus points and penalty points freely throughout the lesson—that was how the students analyzed it.
Who stood on the podium didn’t matter.
What mattered was what they could give us.
The twin professors, finally satisfied by the students’ level of engagement, allowed themselves a slight smile.
“Of course we’ll be asking questions, but—”
“The concept of Jangson? That’s way too basic, right?”
The two prattlers asked simultaneously.
“Can you little ones explain the origin of Jangson?”
The difficulty jumped.
All ten students who had their hands raised lowered them dejectedly.
“No one?”
“Really no one?”
Lin and Run swept their gaze around the room before both their eyes suddenly lit up.
“Lorain! There’s Lorain!”
“I see her too! So she was here after all!”
Lorain, smiling, bowed her head respectfully to the professors.
“We told you the Piper story so many times when you were little! Why aren’t you raising your hand? Lorain!”
“Speak up! Come on, stand and speak! Lorain!”
As the other students turned their attention toward her, Lorain laughed sheepishly and rose from her seat.
“I’m Lorain Arkbold.”
Her composed voice rang out through the classroom.
“Would the Piper be sufficient?”
The twin professors nodded vigorously. She nodded once in return, then opened her mouth as memories surfaced.
“Once upon a time, in a certain village, there lived an evil Necromancer.”
This evil Necromancer was a lord who ruled over the territory, growing wealthy by extracting taxes and blood from the villagers.
Yet none of the villagers could stand against him. The undead he commanded were far too powerful.
Then came a day when a terrible drought struck. The villagers faced starvation, and unable to endure any longer, they poured into the streets to protest the excessive taxes the Necromancer was collecting.
The evil Necromancer declared it a “rebellion.” He sent his powerful undead to disperse them, then demanded that one family member from each protesting household be sent to his undead laboratory as payment for their crime.
Those who refused watched their entire families perish.
In the end, the villagers had no choice but to submit. Some chose death for the sake of their families; others were selected by lottery. Infants, children who understood nothing, the elderly—all were dragged away and killed.
And so the villagers survived, purchased with the sacrifice of others.
But survival in such a way was hardly living at all. The shadows of the sacrificed haunted them ceaselessly, tormenting them without end. They thought it would be better to die than to live like this.
“Then came a day.”
In the classroom, where every student held their breath and listened intently, Lorain’s voice rang out clearly.
“A man who played the pipes came to that village.”
The man who played the pipes was himself a Necromancer. Having heard of his reputation, the villagers told him their story from beginning to end and begged him to defeat the evil Necromancer.
Then the man who played the pipes spoke.
—You can never defeat an evil Necromancer while you live. But “in death,” you can. What say you?
Wracked by guilt, the villagers ultimately took their own lives and became the undead servants of the man who played the pipes.
The man led the dead villagers in an assault on the evil Necromancer’s fortress.
Yet even as undead, the villagers’ strength was not enough to overcome the powerful undead the evil Necromancer commanded.
“It was then that the man played his pipes.”
The melody that emerged was the death-screams of those family members who had been selected and executed before.
The villagers, now undead, let out cries of fury and unleashed terrible power, tearing apart the evil Necromancer and his undead with their own jaws until they were dead.
“And so the villagers completed their vengeance upon the evil Necromancer and closed their eyes in peace. Thus ends the tale.”
Lorain sat down. The students murmured among themselves, exchanging opinions about the story.
“…It really is a cruel fairy tale, very much in the Dark Alliance style.”
“All the children listening would cry.”
“So is it a happy ending or a bad ending?”
“Maybe it’s both.”
“Quiet! Quiet!”
The Head Teaching Assistant silenced the students. The twin professors nodded with satisfaction.
“I’d like to give Lorain 5 bonus points, but—”
“Since you didn’t volunteer to present, I won’t!”
Lorain laughed.
“Yes, that’s fine.”
The twin professors returned to the front of the classroom.
“From that story we just heard, who can identify the significance of Jangson?”
Simon, Hector, and Aseraz Mikel all raised their hands quickly. But Aseraz was fractionally faster.
She stood with a noticeably delighted expression.
“It’s Aseraz Mikel! Jangson refers to Black Magic that strengthens undead. In the final scene, the man who played the pipes recreated the death-screams of those who had been sacrificed as a Jangson dirge through his performance, awakening the strength of the villagers-turned-undead and allowing them to defeat the evil Necromancer whom they could never have overcome otherwise.”
“Correct! Aseraz!”
“5 bonus points for you! Aseraz!”
Aseraz cried out “Thank you!” as she sat back down. Hector, unable to contain his frustration, was seen slamming his desk with his fist.
“The term and concept of ‘Jangson’ that your people speak of is based on this tale of the man who played the pipes.”
“Jangson is Black Magic that strengthens undead.”
“The summoned undead that you humans create have no special means of power-up after they’re completed. They simply wear down and weaken from their peak specifications.”
“But! Jangson is the almost only method to make undead stronger.”
The twin professors snapped their fingers.
The waiting Head Teaching Assistant opened the Subspace and withdrew two undead onto the platform.
“Ghouls!”
As the Head Teaching Assistant raised both arms, the two ghouls charged at each other and began to fight and bite.
Their power was perfectly matched.
The Head Teaching Assistant spread his arms left and right, separating the two again.
“Now watch!”
The twin professors stepped forward. They each placed a hand on a ghoul’s head.
“If we apply Jangson to one of them?”
Whoosh—!
The ghoul touched by the professors’ hands became engulfed in black flames. Infused with fire properties, the enhanced ghoul incinerated its opponent with overwhelming force.
“Wow!”
The students applauded enthusiastically as they watched the ghoul spill fire from its mouth.
“And beyond that!”
“There are many varieties of Jangson with different effects!”
The Head Teaching Assistant produced four ghouls and withdrew as the twins stepped forward.
Each time their hands touched in turn, the ghoul transformed—one coursed with bitter cold, another became mirror-transparent, a third sprouted spines across its entire frame.
And at the fourth and final ghoul.
“I’m going to cast Gigantification on this one! Lin!”
“No way! We should use Proliferation! Rune!”
The two began to argue over which technique to apply. The students let out small bursts of laughter.
“Fine then!”
“Let’s cast both!”
The two girls placed their hands on the zombie’s face simultaneously, and its body began to swell like a balloon, bulging outward.
Soon it had swollen to grotesque proportions.
Pop!
The zombie’s body burst at last. The students screamed and ducked low or dove behind desks. Undead flesh splattered across the walls and windows with wet thuds.
“This is what happens when you mix two techniques incorrectly!”
“Greed is never the answer!”
The two professors swept past as though the explosion had been part of the lesson all along. The teaching assistants, moving with practiced ease, cleaned the surrounding area with a spell, leaving no trace.
“Now then!”
“Practical application!”
“You’re all going to become the Piper today!”
“You’ll experience the very root and foundation of Jangson!”
All the teaching assistants raised both arms high.
A massive Magic Circle suddenly revealed itself across the entire floor of the classroom.
‘A Teleport Magic Circle—where did that come from?’
Professors Lin and Rune grinned wickedly.
“Then!”
“Away we go!”
With a brilliant flash, the twin professors and all the students vanished from the classroom without a trace.

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As the sensation of floating faded, Simon opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings.
The students who had been sitting in the classroom were now sprawled on the ground, looking around in disorientation.
“Where… where is this?”
Countless gravestones jutted up unexpectedly from the earth.
They were in a cemetery.

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