Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 512

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 512
The Baldwin Kingdom, Poeta Great Forest.
A cool breeze stirred the leaves into waves of rustling sound across this vast woodland, which had earned the nickname “the continent’s lungs.”
Here stood Allard, one of the Three Major Necromancer Schools.
Simon and Jane walked side by side along the forest path toward Allard.
‘God, I’m nervous.’
Simon glanced sideways at Jane.
This was the first time he’d walked alone with her. With her cool, ice-like expression fixed on the path ahead, he had no chance of discerning what she was thinking or how she felt.
All second-year students, Simon included, both revered Jane and harbored a vague dread of her.
Her position as Vice-Principal was part of it, as was the overwhelming reputation and achievements she’d accumulated, but she rarely revealed her true thoughts to the students—and certainly never showed particular warmth toward anyone.
Cold, stern, and when angered, frightening enough to stop your heart.
‘Don’t make a single mistake in front of Jane.’
Even his breathing and footsteps became something he was acutely conscious of.
“Student Council President.”
Her mouth opened suddenly. Simon stiffened, answering at once.
“Yes, Professor!”
“Stand at attention.”
Simon didn’t understand the intent, but he immediately assumed the formal posture.
Jane stepped forward and pressed her white palm against his body.
“Tuck your chin, tighten your abdomen.”
Simon’s face flushed.
“Expand your shoulders as much as possible, keep your gaze forward, and make light fists with both hands.”
Jane smoothed his coat, pressed out the wrinkles, straightened his shirt collar, and adjusted his necktie once more.
“From this moment, we represent Kizen as we visit Allard. As representatives of our school, we must never bring dishonor to it.”
“I will remember that!”
“Professors from other schools may test us in various ways. You’ve studied propriety sufficiently in Royal Etiquette class, haven’t you? Simply remain composed and respond as you’ve learned.”
Propriety may be tedious, but for nobility, it’s what a knight’s sword is to a warrior—indispensable.
When propriety falters, one is branded as “discourteous” or “beneath standard,” and for a noble, such a reputation is deadly.
“Stand tall. You are the Student Council President of Kizen.”
She lightly patted his shoulder, a faint smile crossing her face as she returned to his side.
“Let’s continue.”
“Yes!”
His heart pounded in his chest. He was more nervous now than in any battle.
Moments later, the forest ahead grew unnaturally dense. Trees and thorned vines tangled together so thickly that not even a single person could squeeze through.
‘So this is Allard’s barrier.’
Outsiders couldn’t enter the school directly via Teleport Magic Circle—some procedure was required.
Jane approached without hesitation. Then, speaking in a calm voice to the empty air itself, she said:
“This is Jane Olivia of Kizen. I’ve come to Allard regarding the escort of transfer students.”
Whoooooooosh—!
As she spoke, the forest answered. The trees on either side split and parted, revealing a clean path through the woods.
Jane pointed forward, her expression unchanged.
“Go on.”
“Ah, yes!”
Simon walked forward with a small exclamation of wonder.
Jane spoke to him again.
“Student Council President. Do you know of the transfer tradition among the Three Major Necromancer Schools?”
“Ah, no, I don’t.”
Top-tier and unparalleled—Kizen, the Dark Alliance’s premier educational institution, stood at the summit. Directly beneath it were three public schools known as the Three Major Necromancer Schools.
Allard, Sierra, and Moylan.
Once a year, these schools selected the three most exceptional students advancing to second year and could transfer them to Kizen.
In truth, admission to Kizen was the finest future these students from the Three Major Schools could envision—their ultimate goal.
Some even pursued a strategic path from the beginning: starting at the Three Major Schools, seizing the valedictorian rank, and aiming for second-year transfer to Kizen.
The leadership of these schools took greatest pride in how well their transfer students fared within Kizen, what rankings they maintained—this was their school’s honor and chief means of promotion.
‘I can’t afford to underestimate the transfer students.’
So the students he was about to meet were the finest of the finest, cultivated with concentrated effort at both the kingdom level and the Three Major Schools level.
In fact, it was said they maintained upper-middle or better grades even within Kizen. Some had even altered the Top 10 rankings.
“But, Professor… what exactly is this ‘transfer tradition’ you mentioned?”
“Nothing much.”
She lowered her long eyelids as she continued.
“Once we enter the school, there will be an event match with the transfer students. We call it the Transfer Evaluation Match.”
“What?!”
She furrowed her brow and pressed a finger to her lips.
“Decorum.”
“I—I’m sorry!”
“Why are you so startled? As Student Council President of Kizen, you simply teach the transfer students a lesson and return. The Three Major Necromancer Schools use this to gauge how well Kizen’s students fare, and Kizen uses it as a first step to evaluate the transfer students’ capabilities.”
As she spoke, her lips curled upward in a subtle smile.
“Of course, we’ll employ every petty trick—home advantage and the like. Break through head-on and show them the difference in caliber.”
Simon broke into a cold sweat.
Wait, could she really say something like that so casually? A Necromancer cultivated at great expense by the Kingdom and the Academy itself?
“B-but what happens if I lose?”
At Simon’s trembling question,
Jane answered with a faint smile.
‘…!!’
Gooseflesh erupted down his spine, and his body shuddered with chill.
“I—I’ll win no matter what.”
“Of course you will.”
Jane folded her arms as she walked.
“Still, prepare yourself mentally. They’ll come in rough this year, thinking a 2nd Year Student Council President is worth testing.”
“Yes.”
One of the Student Council President’s duties was to uphold the school’s authority and honor in the eyes of the outside world.
If Simon lost the Transfer Evaluation Match, his position as Student Council President would be in jeopardy. He had to win—unconditionally.
As they passed through a forest path that had emerged where the woods had shifted aside, the Campus Grounds of Allard finally came into view.
‘Wow…!’
Allard’s campus was remarkably nature-integrated.
Rather than carving away the mountain, they had preserved it as-is, leaving the paths steep and uneven, with trees densely packed across the entire grounds.
Ivy clung thick to the walls, and gardens adorned each level. Monkeys and lizards darted past, and deer roamed freely and played.
What he thought was merely a hillside turned out, upon closer inspection, to be towers or buildings completely overgrown with green trees and forest.
“Ah, welcome, welcome! You must be exhausted from such a long journey!”
An elderly man with a bald head, leaning on a walking stick, greeted the two warmly. Behind him stood the professors of Allard.
“Thank you for the warm welcome. It has been some time, Principal Agrigor.”
‘He’s the principal?’
Simon was taken aback. The highest-ranking person at the school had come out to meet them at the entrance.
Allard’s principal bowed respectfully to Jane, the young female professor, as he shook her hand.
Jane, by contrast, kept her spine perfectly straight and maintained a composed demeanor.
Her face remained expressionless, a blank slate as she exchanged greetings with the principal and vice-principal.
It was a glimpse of Kizen’s power and authority.
“I don’t believe we’ve met before.”
Allard’s principal approached with a benevolent smile. Simon answered calmly.
“I am Simon Polentia, Student Council President of Kizen!”
“Ah—I’ve heard much of the Kizen Student Council President’s exploits. And this year a Student Council President from the Summoning Department, no less. We have great expectations. Allard, too, has devoted considerable effort to revitalizing Summoning Studies.”
He continued with a subtle grin.
“We look forward to the match ahead.”
Simon then greeted Allard’s professors just as Jane had done.
Just as Jane had warned, some of them tested Simon’s etiquette—extending their left hand first, or shaking hands with their other hand placed over their chest.
Of course, Simon remained still until they extended their right hand, or reciprocated by placing his own hand over his chest, matching the proper form each time. Those who had sought to find fault withdrew with embarrassed expressions.
“Shall we go?”
Allard’s principal extended his arm.
“Our students are waiting.”
“Yes.”
Simon followed the principal’s lead.
They headed toward a massive wooden arena located on the campus grounds.
And the moment Simon stepped inside,
Roooaaaaaaaar!
An enormous crowd in the stands let loose a deafening roar. Simon was startled by the sheer noise and number of people.
‘Wow, the entire student body came?’
Allard students in green school uniforms rippled like waves through the stands. All of them flexed their veins and roared as if to seize the psychological advantage.
Everyone in this arena had their eyes fixed on Simon.
“The noble Kizen’s fancy city boy showed up!”
“Does this bookish nerd even know how to throw a punch?”
Roooaaaaaaaar!
Childish.
Simon flashed a quick smile and dusted off his Student Council President Coat lightly, then strode toward the Arena with confident steps.
On the opposite side of the Arena stood two male students and one female student. These three must be the transfer applicants to Kizen.
A green blazer paired with checkered trousers or a skirt—striking attire. It was the very uniform that rival schools like Sierra mocked as the “grasshopper uniform.”
“Hey, Simon! Long time no see!”
One of the transfer applicants waved at him as if they knew each other.
His eyebrows danced with playfulness, his wavy brown hair spilled across his shoulders, with the back cut short on one side.
“Welcome to our alma mater, Allard!”
Simon blinked upon seeing him.
“…Who are you again?”
The male student stumbled backward at those words.
“What? You forgot already? It’s me! Me! Benz! We met at the Pentamonium Academic Conference!”
So this was Benz.
Simon was sorry, but he had no memory of this person whatsoever.
Now that he thought about it, his first meeting with students from the Three Major Necromancer Schools had been at the Pentamonium Academic Conference in his 1st Year, and this Benz must have been one of the students he’d exchanged only casual words with back then.
“Why don’t you remember me! You really don’t? You gave me a firm handshake at Pentamonium and nearly broke my hand!”
“Don’t say unnecessary things before the match, Benz.”
The female student quickly covered his mouth.
“Anyway!”
Benz clenched his fists tightly.
“Just because you became Student Council President doesn’t mean anything to me, Simon!”
Though Simon couldn’t quite remember who he was, he nodded with a smile.
“So you’re my opponent?”
“That’s right.”
Benz’s eyes grew serious.
“I’ve honed my abilities to the utmost during all this time. I’ll pour everything I have into this very moment! Let me show you the Summoning Magic of Allard!”
“Good. I look forward to it.”
The referee stepped forward.
“Both participants, prepare yourselves.”
A Summoning Magic professor from Allard rushed over to Benz’s side like a coach, fitted him with a Protective Vest, and rattled off key points to remember and details about Simon’s combat style.
Jane also approached Simon, holding a Protective Suit.
“The Duel Evaluation rules are the same. This will be your first time fighting in an opponent’s territory, won’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I trust a home advantage like that won’t be much of an issue.”
Jane folded her arms.
“Show them what Kizen is made of.”
“Will do!”
Simon nodded with a grin. The referee raised his arm.
“Both participants, shake hands!”
Simon and Benz shook hands.
“I look forward to a good match.”
“Same here.”
The two stepped apart.
Thousands of Allard students in the Arena sent cheers toward Benz. Some held placards while others waved flags emblazoned with the Allard emblem.
For Allard, this “Transfer Evaluation Match” seemed to be quite the major event.
“Then, we shall now begin the Transfer Evaluation Match between Benz, representative of Allard, and Simon, representative of Kizen!”
The enormous roar from the crowd felt as if it might burst his eardrums. Simon and Benz lowered their stances, and the referee raised his arm.
“Let the match begin!”

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