Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 495

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 495
Summoning Material Studies.
This class, which Professor Grerion himself described as closer to “Chimera Design Theory,” required considerable cleanup time afterward.
The Material Studies assistants were once again dashing about, their clothes drenched with sweat.
Half the staff covered the soil the students had torn up in the greenhouse or swept the floor, while the rest gathered scattered debris and trash from the outdoor tables.
—Screech!
Occasionally, living plant-type monsters still lingered on the tables. The assistants casually incinerated them with the Dark Flame Arts, then swept the remaining ash into piles with brooms.
Because so many hands were needed, Professor Grerion himself cheerfully lent a hand with the cleanup.
“Professor Grerion.”
As Grerion trudged past carrying trash on his burly arms, the Senior Teaching Assistant approached him.
“Do you have a moment?”
“Of course.”
Thud!
Grerion set down what he’d brought at the trash pile and turned around.
They headed toward Simon’s table.
“Please look at this.”
The Senior Teaching Assistant pointed to the Insect-Eating Chimera planted in Simon’s pot. The moment Grerion saw it, he immediately removed his sunglasses and stepped closer.
“…You’ve crossed Segelo with Kigil. I don’t even need to plant it in Rona’s pot to tell—this work is clearly A+.”
“That’s what I thought, so I called you, Professor.”
The Senior Teaching Assistant continued.
“However, student Simon Polentia’s grade is an A. He chose to submit a different work for evaluation rather than this superior one.”
……
Grerion folded his arms and rested his chin on his hand.
“Simon Polentia made the wrong choice. Or—”
His eyes sharpened behind the sunglasses.
“We’re missing something. Is that it?”
The Senior Teaching Assistant bowed apologetically. Grerion strode forward briskly.
“Bring me Simon Polentia’s Practical Assessment work!”
“Yes, sir!”
The assistants brought over the pot with the Plant Chimera bearing Simon’s name tag. Without hesitation, Grerion uprooted it and planted it in Rona’s pot.
Immediately, a vision appeared showing what the chimera would look like six months later.
It was still thriving perfectly after six months.
“As we saw before, there’s no particular change.”
The Senior Teaching Assistant spoke. Grerion stared at it with a serious expression for a moment, then waved his arm.
“Finish the cleaning and come back.”
“Yes, sir!”
Several hours later, after they’d completed all the cleanup, they returned to Rona’s pot and—
……!
Something astonishing lay before them.
In Rona’s pot, a brilliant flower garden had spread out. The Plant Chimeras that Simon had created had propagated around it.
“The chimeras…”
Grerion’s hands trembled faintly as he removed his sunglasses a second time.
“You succeeded in making them reproduce?”
Plant Chimeras, being two crops fused together through Dark Magic, rarely reproduced. Even in the best cases, they would simply grow into one of the two original plant species.
But this—the chimera had grown in the exact form Simon had grafted it into.
‘That bastard…’
Sweat trickled down Grerion’s forehead.
‘Did he actually create an entirely new species?’
He’d initially thought Aaron was making such a fuss about his student as a way to draw attention, but that wasn’t it at all.
Aaron had come to warn him.
‘The one who made a Lich instead of a Mage, they said.’
Whatever happened in class going forward—don’t be too startled.
A rough laugh escaped Grerion’s lips.
“Senior.”
“Yes, Professor!”
“I need to correct the grade. Notify the Summoning Department, get the students’ agreement, and change Simon’s score from A to A+.”
This was his reaction when he was quite pleased. At that moment, another assistant spoke with a strained face.
“B-but Professor! If a grade correction enters on the very first Practical Assessment, not only will the students object, suspicion about our class will intensify.”
“If there was a mistake, we have to own up to it.”
He chuckled as he put his sunglasses back on.
“Quite the interesting fellow just joined the department.”

* * *
The next morning.
At last—the day of the dreaded Mission Evaluation had arrived.
The moment Simon opened his eyes, he made straight for Pier’s Ruins. He’d crammed an enormous subspace full of undead for the coming battle.
Pier had faced that mad rabble once before, and Simon judged that he might even need the full strength of an “army” to handle them this time.
“I’m leaving the Ruins in your care, Achemous.”
[Yes, Master!]
Achemous bowed respectfully, one hand pressed to his chest.
[May you return safe and sound, sir!]
For this journey, Pier, Erzsebet, Prince, and Herseba were coming along.
Achemous, who’d proven himself in Langoustin last time, had volunteered to guard the Ruins. Of course, with Herseba’s World of Sand at their disposal, they could summon him back anytime if needed—so he wasn’t entirely held in reserve.
Simon could only hope they wouldn’t reach a point where even Achemous had to take the field.
“Then I’m off.”
With all preparations complete, Simon left the Ruins.
The 2nd Year Campus stood empty. Most students had already departed on early-morning teleportations, and Simon’s own was scheduled for somewhat later.
He passed through the campus, climbed a wooded hill, and finally arrived at the location where the massive Teleport Magic Circle had been installed.
He heard students chattering excitedly in anticipation of their adventure. Just as he arrived, a group of ten had crossed the magic circle, and the teleport operators were calling out the names of the next batch of students.
“You made it.”
Kassan, who’d been resting in the shade of a tree, raised a hand in greeting.
For a mission like this, it was best to keep one’s ties to Kizen hidden, so he wore adventurer’s garb beneath a neat gray robe.
Simon smiled back and spoke.
“Thank you so much for coming to help, Kassan!”
Kassan, who’d been keen on Tarados lately, had agreed to accompany Simon on this mission. He’d also promised to lend his support wherever he could to Simon’s original goal—finding the Ancient Undead, the true form of the Sword.
“It’s so reassuring to be doing a mission evaluation with Kassan!”
“It is.”
Kassan rubbed his neck with a weary expression as he spoke.
“That cipher keeps running through my head. I haven’t been able to sleep properly.”
That “save me” cipher seemed to have made quite an impression—even on Kassan, the sort of man who could fall asleep the moment his head touched a pillow.
“Oh, there’s Simon!”
“Siiimon~”
“?”
At the sudden sound of his name, Simon turned to see Merin and Kamibarez rushing toward him.
The two girls waved happily as they ran over.
“Merin! Kamibarez!”
“Hey, what’s going on? You’re leaving now too?”
Both wore adventurer’s gear.
Merin had tied her sky-blue hair in a ponytail and wore an active jacket, shorts, and black stockings. An air of liveliness radiated from her.
“I’m so glad we get to see you before the mission!”
Kamibarez wore a hooded top and a wide-brimmed hat, with a long skirt. She’d apparently already made modifications—the wings visible at the back of her top fluttered softly.
“But why are you two the only ones here? Where’s Dic?”
“Dic left early this morning! It’s some merchant guild request!”
“I see.”
Merin laughed mischievously and folded her arms.
“Honestly, you boys. Why won’t you do a single mission evaluation with us? Don’t you worry about us? Aren’t you going to escort us?”
Simon scratched his head awkwardly.
“Let’s definitely all go out together next time.”
Kamibarez rose onto her toes and fluttered her cute little wings.
“What about when we take on a black request?”
“That sounds good.”
“Yeah, perfect! I’m totally confident about hiding my dark element!”
The three of them chatted away as naturally as they did in the Student Council office. Merin glanced brightly over Simon’s shoulder.
“But who’s this friend going on the mission evaluation with you?”
“Me.”
Noticing the scar on his right eye only then, she startled and bowed her head.
“I’m so sorry, Kassan.”
“Just call me Kassan. I’m not a senior.”
Kamibarez smiled brightly.
“Kassan, please take good care of Simon.”
Even the stoic Kassan offered Kamibarez a faint smile.
“Yes, leave it to me.”
Just then, the teleportation administrator’s voice rang out, calling Merin and Kamibarez’s names.
“Oh, it’s our turn. We’ll be back soon.”
“See you later, Simon! Kassan, please come back safe!”
“Sure. Travel safely.”
Simon waved his hand, and Kassan simply nodded in acknowledgment.
The two girls unfurled their cloaks and draped them over their school uniforms, then rushed toward the teleport magic circle.
Merin and Kamibarez departed by teleportation, and immediately after came Simon and Kassan’s turn.
The two of them stepped onto the teleport magic circle. Since this was an unusual location, only they occupied the large circle.
“Then, we’re departing!”
The administrator’s call rang out, and the teleport magic circle activated.
Hummmmm!
Both their feet lifted off the ground. Simon surrendered to the sensation—by now, utterly familiar.
Just a little longer and……
“?”
Yet their feet came back down to solid ground.
Wondering if they’d already arrived, Simon glanced around, but the scenery hadn’t changed. They were still on the teleport magic circle in Kizen, exactly where they’d started.
“My apologies. Please wait just a moment.”
The administrators hurried together, conferring in hushed tones. Simon and Kassan exchanged a glance, uncertain what was happening.
“This doesn’t bode well from the start. We’re not stranded here, are we?”
“Shouldn’t be. We’ll get there—it’s just taking longer than expected.”
After a moment, the administrators seemed to have identified the problem, their heads bowing in repeated apology.
“We sincerely apologize. A complication has arisen.”
“What kind of complication?”
“It appears another student has already used the receiving magic circle at Tarados.”
For long-distance teleportation magic circles used by Kizen, two circles are required—one at the point of departure and one at the destination.
When students are dispatched or report missions from Kizen, subordinates stationed throughout the continent install the corresponding teleport magic circle in that location.
But apparently, another student had already used the receiving circle at Tarados.
“This is extraordinary,” the administrator holding the roster muttered.
He scratched his head in frustration.
“I’m certain I loaded the students onto teleportation according to this list exactly. How could this……”
Simon’s eyes narrowed.
“Surely not.”
Kassan scratched at his scar.
“I suspect we’re thinking the same thing. That woman, perhaps.”
Serne Aindark.
If she’d manipulated the administrators with feathers and erased their memories, this would certainly be possible.
‘Is it really Serne? Or someone else? Which Kizen student went to Tarados? Why?’
“What’s done is done. The present is what matters now,” Kassan said, turning to address the administrators.
“How long will it take to reach Tarados again?”
“We’ll need roughly half a day to construct a new magic circle on that end.”
“Is there another option?”
The administrator unfolded his papers.
“There’s a region called Ebrun near Tarados. We can send you there immediately. From Ebrun, if you hire a carriage, it shouldn’t take long to cover the distance.”
Simon and Kassan nodded in agreement.
“Then let’s do that.”

Simon and Kassan arrived safely in Ebrun, a neighboring territory close to Tarados.
When they opened their eyes, they found themselves in the middle of a barren wasteland—empty and desolate. Sand-laden wind whipped around them.
It was standard practice to install teleport magic circles in remote locations, so nothing seemed amiss. Simon and Kassan pulled their cloaks over their heads and set forth.
‘Ah.’
Before long, tower-like structures came into view, jutting sharply against the horizon.
“I see buildings. Could that be a village?”
“Let’s go see.”
To reach Tarados, they needed to find a carriage. To find a carriage, they needed to find a village.
After traversing the desolate road, the two arrived at what appeared to be some kind of ruins.
Given the abundance of various plants, it seemed it might once have been a garden, but it bore no sign of maintenance. Scattered nearby were stone towers of unknown purpose, and buildings of peculiar architecture lay in ruins, abandoned and crumbling.

It must have been inhabited once, but now it looked like a place that had fallen into ruin long ago. Water lilies drifted across the surface of a pond.
“There’s no sign of anyone here. It seems like nobody lives in this place, doesn’t it?”
“That’s right.”
Kassan pressed his nose to the ground, sniffing deliberately.
“We should leave this place quickly.”
“Why?”
“There’s a smell of poison. It’s not artificial, but there’s definitely a toxic zone nearby.”
At that moment.
[Boy!]
Pier’s voice rang out.
[Let me out.]
“Yes?”
[Hurry!]
Pier’s voice was urgent, so Simon immediately pulled him from the Subspace.
A tall skeleton shrouded in a cloak materialized before them. Kassan had already seen the Ancient Undead of the 7th Legion several times, so he showed no sign of alarm.
[I can sense it from here. Follow me!]
“?”
Simon and Kassan followed Pier without understanding, trailing behind him.
From some point onward, all the plants around these ruins were dead, and the pond itself had transformed into a murky, polluted murk.
“!”
A violent surge erupted.
The contaminated pond shot upward, and the mud from the bottom began gathering in the air.
[Khehehehe! To meet you here of all places!]
Pier let out a dark chuckle, and Simon stared ahead in bewilderment.
The murky mud from the pond was, astonishingly, gradually taking on the shape of a face.
‘…Surely not?’

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