Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 5

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Prodigy, Chapter 5
Simon had exactly twenty gold in his possession.
It was no small sum—Richard had stretched himself thin to provide it—but if it fell short…
“Since you’re a guest of Miss Loraine, I’ll speak to you plainly, without reservation.”
Stefanie spoke with perfect courtesy.
“Five thousand gold.”
“…I’m sorry?”
Simon heard the sound of the world crashing down around him.
That was nearly several years’ worth of Reshill’s entire budget…
“I’ll pay for it.”
Loraine pulled out her wallet. Stefanie’s smile bloomed radiant across her lips as the two women moved toward the counter to settle the transaction.
“Wait!”
Simon cried out.
“What is it?”
“No, you don’t have to do this! Five thousand gold! I can’t accept a gift this large!”
Loraine tilted her head, puzzled.
“Didn’t Mother mention it? She’s the one buying it.”
“…You mean Neftis?”
“Yes. Let me think what she said…”
Loraine brought a finger to her lips, lost in thought for a moment.
“I don’t know all the details myself, but Mother said she owes your parents a considerable debt. It’s something the adults arranged between themselves, so she told me not to feel burdened about it.”
“Ah…”
After all the back-and-forth haggling, Simon finally accepted the pocket dimension.
“Thank you so much, customer! And young miss! Please visit us again!”
As Simon and Loraine left the shop, Stefanie and the other clerks bowed respectfully in farewell.
Back out into the sunlight.
Simon gazed at the gleaming ring on his finger as though enchanted.
‘It’s really mine.’
He was too happy to maintain his composure.
“You like it that much?”
“…Haha.”
Simon let out an embarrassed laugh.
“I’ve incurred such a great debt. I’m not sure how to repay Neftis…”
“Don’t worry about it. If Mother wants anything in return, I think it’s just for you to hold your own while you’re at Kyzen.”
“Yes! I promise I’ll give it my absolute best!”
The shopping continued as Simon and Loraine made their way through Langerstine.
They purchased essential supplies for his new life—pens, notebooks, lighting—as well as skeleton kits and various alchemical materials, all of which he stored in the pocket dimension.
According to Loraine, materials could be bought in the satellite cities surrounding Kyzen, though they were considerably more expensive there.
“Simon! Let’s go do that!”
“…Is dart throwing part of entrance preparation too?”
“No, just for fun!”
Though she occasionally dragged him off course, she proved to be a capable guide nonetheless.
“All right then, I’ll light them now.”
“Yes! Do it!”
From the Langerstine Observation Platform, as Simon and Loraine released their lanterns in unison, the paper lanterns soared skyward into the night.
Others around them were sending their lanterns aloft as well. The night sky bloomed in an enchanting scarlet hue, and a magnificent spectacle of dancing lights unfurled across the darkness.
People intoxicated by the spectacle cheered and applauded, while couples seized the moment, pressing their lips together as though they’d been waiting for this chance.
“This is the Thousand Lights—one of Langerstine’s must-see attractions.”
Loraine rested her hands on her hips, her smile radiating confidence.
“So, what do you think? Simon.”
“Can I be honest?”
“Of course.”
Simon kept his eyes fixed on the lanterns embroidering the night sky as he answered.
“It’s just that there are apparently a thousand fools out there each spending two hundred silver on burning oil paper. That’s the real thought going through my head…”
“…”
Her expression fell, utterly taken aback.
“You really are going to adapt well at Kyzen.”
“Thank you. I’ll do my very best to—”
“That wasn’t a compliment!”
And the last place the two of them visited was an atmospheric restaurant overlooking the sea.
The luxurious chandelier hanging from the ceiling, every piece of dinnerware gleaming in the light, and the waiters in neat ties and uniforms moving between tables with practiced grace.
Simon had never set foot in a restaurant like this before.
The food was beyond description. The moment the glistening steak melted on his tongue, his entire body trembled with an indescribable happiness.
And when he turned his head, a seascape spread before him like a painting, while the distant crash of waves against the shore whispered in his ears. It was, quite simply, a space approaching perfection.
“You handle those difficult utensils quite well. Noble blood shows itself, doesn’t it?”
Loraine laughed, resting her chin on her hand.
“My father was very strict about etiquette.”
“You learned well. Ah, I mention this just in case—but when you get to Kyzen, about thirty percent of the student body will be commoners.”
She went on, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin.
“You can’t throw your status around. Kyzen operates on absolute merit—even a duke’s daughter bows to a senior commoner. It’s better to just think of everyone as equals, all first-years together.”
Simon nodded, committing it to memory. Back in Reshill, he’d gotten along just fine with people of all ranks, from barons to commoners, so he had no real worries on that account.
“Tomorrow’s the entrance ceremony. Ask if there’s anything you’re curious about.”
“Well… ah! This morning I met another new student, and they were talking about their Specialization.”
“Specialization? Good question.”
Loraine smiled knowingly and continued.
“In first year, first semester, you take nine courses. From the second semester on, you can choose which classes you want to attend, and once you move up to second year, you have to decide on your Specialization.”
“I’ll need to figure out quickly which subjects I’m naturally good at.”
“Exactly!”
She twirled her fork like a strategist, her eyes alight with enthusiasm.
“Even in the first semester, it helps to pick out your main specialty early and focus your studies in that direction. When group projects come around, students with a clear specialty are always in demand.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Have you thought about which Specialization you might want?”
Simon recalled what had happened that morning—the fragments of bone emerging from the trash heap, fitting together perfectly, transforming into the undead before his eyes.
The memory had impressed itself deeply into his mind.
“…I think I’m becoming a little interested in Summoning.”
“Summoning, nice! You’re going down the classical path.”
Loraine launched into a detailed account of various subjects, while Simon listened intently, his eyes bright with interest.
The conversation flowed naturally between them. Though Simon was mostly the listener, Loraine clearly appreciated how earnestly he took in every word she said.
After finishing dinner, both reluctant to part, they continued their conversation through a second round and a third at a nearby tavern.
Simon had never drunk before.
He hesitated at first, being underage, but Loraine assured him that Kyzen students were permitted to drink. Still, with the entrance ceremony tomorrow, they agreed to stop while they were still pleasantly buzzed.
The night stretched on, and it was just past midnight when Simon finally arrived at his lodgings.
“Thank you for seeing me back. Loraine.”
“Don’t mention it. It was nothing.”
“I…”
Simon’s face flushed as he scratched his head awkwardly.
“I should be the one seeing you back…”
“Hmm?”
Loraine blinked, unsure what he meant, then a knowing smile played across her lips.
“So you were aware of it?”
“…Ahem.”
“I’ll take the sentiment kindly. But Langerstine is a complicated city—never mind walking me back, you’d probably get lost trying to find your way home alone.”
He couldn’t deny it.
“Go on inside and get some rest. If I hear that you were late to something because you were nursing a hangover, my mother will have my head.”
“Yes, and thank you so much for today. It was truly wonderful.”
Simon bowed deeply, offering his thanks.
In truth, “wonderful” hardly did it justice. He had a feeling he would never forget his first day in Langerstine.
Loraine waved as she turned to leave, but then suddenly stopped and turned back toward him.
“Oh! Simon. Actually, I have a confession to make.”
“Yes?”
Unlike her usual self, Loraine looked embarrassed, brushing her hair back.
“I didn’t mean to deceive you, but I kept missing the right moment to tell you. I…”
“…?”
As their eyes met, she gave him a playful wink.
“I’m actually a first-year too!”
“…I… what?”
“So next time we see each other at school, we can drop the formality, okay? Bye!”
She waved and disappeared into the darkness.
……
Simon stood stunned for a moment, staring after her, then let out a small laugh and headed inside to his lodgings.

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Morning broke.
Loraine had told him to rest well, but Simon couldn’t sleep a wink, too stirred by excitement and anticipation for his new life. He rose early, finished preparing, and left the lodging.
Loraine was scheduled to reach Kyzen by a different route, so Simon had to make his way to the assembly point alone.
Of course, the location was fixed firmly in his mind.
The vantage point visible from the restaurant he’d visited with Loraine yesterday. A sharp, pointed tract of land jutting out toward the sea.
As he drew closer to the assembly point, the number of people along the streets grew steadily. Most were students his own age, each one brimming with individuality.
A fairy girl touching up her makeup as she walked, a boy who seemed to carry twenty swords as if his entire body were a storage unit, and a girl leisurely striding along with a case larger than herself strapped to her back.
‘At least I’m the most normal one here.’
Simon thought this to himself as he walked, though in truth, everyone else in this place was thinking exactly the same thing.
He soon reached the assembly point. Kyzen’s dispatched subordinates were controlling the perimeter, and a single vessel sat moored at the tip of the jutting formation.
Presumably, they would board that ship and enter Kyzen.
“Please move along. We will depart for Kyzen shortly!”
Simon joined the line to board the ship. What struck him as odd was that the hull was facing the ground, not the sea—he couldn’t fathom why they’d arranged it that way.
“Please present your admission certificate.”
Now it was Simon’s turn. He handed over the letter he’d prepared in advance.
The subordinate checked the letter against a list in his hand, marked a check with a quill pen, and returned it.
“Simon Polentia. Confirmed.”
“Thank you.”
Simon had just begun to board the ship when—
“This is completely wrong!”
A heated objection erupted from the line next to him.
“I’m Ranking Candidate 1, and you’re saying there’s no one who didn’t make the list?”
“My apologies. You are not listed on the admission roster.”
“Damn it! Is this how you people handle things? Contact Kyzen headquarters! There must be some mistake!”
A small commotion broke out beside him. Several students boarding the ship murmured amongst themselves.
“This happens every year.”
“There’s always someone who can’t accept the results.”
“Ranking Candidate 1? Poor thing, actually. Heh.”
The students boarded with sneering laughter.
Crash!
What had been simmering finally boiled over. An enraged Lucius Carol shoved the subordinate to the ground.
“I am Lucius Carol, heir to the House of the Dresden Kingdom! This is an order. Contact Kyzen headquarters immediately!”
“Please leave. You are not listed on the admission roster.”
The subordinate repeated the same words in an unshakeable tone. Lucius Carol’s face flushed crimson, and he seized the subordinate by the hair.
Murmur, murmur.
The atmosphere grew increasingly hostile. Students stopped in their tracks to witness the spectacle, and some drew weapons from their sheaths.
As Lucius Carol, his eyes bloodshot, raised his right arm—
Grab.
“Stop.”
Lucius Carol’s head snapped around. Simon, who had somehow moved behind him, now gripped his arm.
“Who are you? Let go—”
“…….”
Simon smiled thinly and tightened his grip.
Crack!
“Aaaagh!”
Faced with an impossible strength, Lucius Carol screamed and twisted his body like a pretzel.
Years of grueling fieldwork had honed Simon’s strength; a delicately raised noble boy stood no chance against it.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
His body descended gradually until one knee finally struck the ground. The grip on the subordinate’s hair loosened, and Simon released Lucius Carol’s right wrist.
Lucius Carol scrambled backward like a fleeing animal, then shouted with a crimson face as he massaged his wrist.
“You bastard! Are you trying to die?”
Screech!
When Simon didn’t respond, Lucius Carol drew the sword at his hip.
The murmuring grew louder, and the situation spiraled further toward violence.
“What’s going on?”
That was when—
A man approached from the direction of the ship.
His face was pallid like that of a patient battling illness, his cheeks sunken, gray streaks visible throughout his hair, and his hands a sickly yellow.
The students who saw him drew in hushed gasps of admiration.
“It’s, it’s Professor Silaji!”
“……Silaji is faculty? Well, Kyzen is Kyzen after all.”
As he approached, even Lucius Carol, who had been brimming with confidence, faltered and stepped back.
Silaji moved his gaze slowly across the scene.
A subordinate sprawled on the ground with disheveled hair. A student who had rushed in trying to stop him. And a nobleman shouting about being Ranking Candidate 1.
Silaji regarded Lucius Carol with an expression devoid of interest.
“Any final words?”

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