Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 517

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Summoning Genius at the Necromancer School: Chapter 517
Shahed Kingdom. Milaui Lake.
“Wow!”
Before Jane and Simon’s group, who had crossed into the Shahed Kingdom via the Teleport Magic Circle, stretched an expansive lake.
It was a lake as vast as the sea itself. The horizon was visible, and like the actual sea, it had waves and currents. The lake water surged and swirled across the bottom before receding.
The shores of the lake were entirely forested, dotted with countless smaller lakes. Old men who had set down a single bucket and were leisurely casting fishing lines waved cheerfully at the passing students.
‘This is oddly calming.’
Simon smiled, savoring the vast lake and crisp breeze. His chest felt light and open.
“Everyone.”
Jane called to Simon and the transfer students, gesturing ahead.
“That is the third Necromancer School—Moiran.”
‘Ah!’
Remarkably, the school grounds were situated in the middle of the lake.
This was the massive floating city that the Shahed Kingdom and Moiran took pride in.
The mainland and the floating city were connected by a white bridge—so long that one wondered how anyone had ever conceived of spanning it. Most people crossing the bridge were using carriages.
“What a beautiful place.”
Simon murmured in admiration. Immediately, Benz—bristling with inferiority—burst forward.
“Wait, Simon! What’s so great about some water-filled place? The Alland Campus, with nature and forests as companions, is far superior, isn’t it?”
Zets from Sierra didn’t back down either.
“You talk as if you’ve actually seen the view from three thousand meters above sea level at Sierra Campus! You should have properly witnessed a sunrise there.”
Simon turned back with a wry smile.
“You’re Kizen students now too. Stop competing over silly things like this.”
“My roots are still in Alland!”
As the students grew noisy, Jane lowered her long lashes and struck her palm with her fist. The students immediately fell silent and straightened their backs.
“The bridge would take too long, so we’ll travel by boat instead.”
She led the students toward the dock.
Simon then fell into step beside Jane.
“Um, Professor…”
“Yes?”
“When will I meet the other two people I’ll be fighting with?”
He was a bit anxious, if he was honest.
Given Jane’s nature, it wasn’t hard to guess that since Simon was the second-year Student Council President, she would have matched the other members to second-year as well.
Normally she would have called on the Top 10, but now during the Mission Evaluation Period, available personnel were extremely limited. Even students ranked around the 200s felt fortunate to be selected.
“An unnecessary question.”
“Oh… is it?”
Jane pointed straight ahead with an expressionless face. Simon’s gaze followed.
Two female students in Kizen School Uniforms stood before the rowboat. What caught Simon’s eye especially were the armbands draped across their shoulders, and his face lit up.
An unmistakable smile of delight crossed his lips.
“Merin! Kamibarez!”
The girls spotted Simon and waved energetically. Simon rushed forward in joy.
“Merin! Kamibarez! Don’t tell me you two are…!”
“That’s right~”
Merin, the Vice President and ranked eighth overall, rose gracefully, gathered her skirt modestly, and swept her cyan hair back.
“Hmph. I came especially for you despite being exhausted, so be grateful.”
“We finished our Mission Evaluation in the Shahed Kingdom and were waiting when Professor Jane suggested we come here!”
Kamibarez, the Student Council Secretary ranked ninety-fifth, bounced forward with her hands clasped against her chest.
Jane then stepped beside Simon.
“I’ve assembled the Student Council members. Are you satisfied with your reinforcements?”
“They’re the best!”
Simon answered immediately.
“This entrance evaluation tournament at Moiran will be a best-of-three format. We only need to win twice for Kizen’s victory.”
Jane spread her palm open.
“So there’s no need to feel too much pressure. Either way, we just need to win twice.”
Had she been intent on victory at any cost, Jane would have summoned third-year students. But she believed that on such a grand stage, the growth and experience of talented students mattered more.
Merin threw her arm up sharply.
“Of course we have to win all three matches!”
“Hooray!”
Kamibarez cheered, and Simon clapped along. Jane nodded as she watched the spirited students.
“Your resolve is admirable. Then let’s head to Moiran.”

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There were ten people total, five to a boat.
Simon and Merin, Kamibarez, and Jane boarded the first boat, sitting alongside the transfer students from Allard and Sierra.
But when Benz started another quarrel with the Sierra contingent, Jane crossed over from the first boat.
“I’ll supervise here. You two, over there.”
In the end, Benz and Zets shifted over to Simon’s group.
Soon the boat departed.
Simon had thought it was just an ordinary ferry, but it was actually equipped with a Mana Motor. Without anyone driving, the boat navigated automatically along the route traced by the Magical Circle, advancing toward its destination.
As the boat traveled across the lake, Simon introduced Benz and Zets to the Student Council members.
“And this is Kamibarez, the Student Council Secretary.”
“Oh, hello!”
Kamibarez bowed her head in greeting and smiled shyly.
‘Adorable……!’
Benz’s cheeks flushed crimson.
A soft harp melody drifted to his ears, and the world around him turned a rosy hue.
“Simon, Simon! Look at this~ It’s a swan!”
“Yeah. It doesn’t seem afraid of people even when they get close.”
After that, Benz’s gaze remained fixed on Kamibarez. Zets grinned and kicked his foot playfully.
“Wake up from your daydream. Allard.”
“What?”
Benz glared at him as if asking why he was picking a fight, and Zets turned his head away to whistle.
“Look over there! Dolphins!”
This lake was a sanctuary of biodiversity, home to some seventeen hundred species of life.
Swans and waterfowl, ducks swimming along the shore, and seals sprawled across the rocks basking in the sun. In the distance, pods of pink dolphins could be seen leaping about.
Wherever one looked across the lake, creatures abounded.
According to Merin, Moiran poured astronomical resources and time into managing this lake, which was renowned as one completely free of monsters.
Because of this symbolism, the lake stood as the finest resort destination throughout the entire Shahed Kingdom. There was no risk of attack no matter where one traveled by boat.
“Or so they claim, anyway. But realistically, there can’t be zero monsters.”
Merin shrugged.
“With the Necromancer School right nearby, the truth is there are supposedly zones teeming with high-risk monsters like Leviathan.”
“Th-that’s a bit frightening.”
Kamibarez suddenly began scanning her surroundings nervously. Something large seemed to have passed beneath the beautiful green waters of the lake.
Simon and Merin burst into laughter.
“Ah, it’s a shame Dick isn’t here though.”
Simon scratched his temple as he said this, and Merin laughed dismissively.
“The commoner? Something about going to neutral territory? I don’t care about a Secretary General who vanishes every Mission Evaluation season, desperate for coin.”
“Oh, we’ve arrived!”
The boat came to a neat stop right before the school’s dock. Simon jumped out first and gallantly offered his hand to help the female students disembark.
Benz tried to show off by leaping out on his own, but he mistepped and tumbled into the lake, soaking his school uniform trousers completely.
Everyone burst into raucous laughter.
“What’s wrong with that Allard guy today?”
Zets also grabbed Simon’s hand to climb out, giggling. Benz, his face bright red, dripping wet, crawled onto the dock.
“Are you all right?”
Just then, Kamibarez held out a pristine white towel to Benz.
“I borrowed it from someone working at the dock.”
“Ah…… um!”
The world turned pink again, and harp music filled the air.
Though he’d just shown an embarrassing side of himself in front of a girl he liked, he quickly accepted the towel and swept his bangs back.
“Th-thanks! Kami… Kamiba…?”
“It’s Kamibarez! If the name’s difficult, just call me Kami!”
Benz’s heart began to soar.
They’d only just met, and she was already allowing a nickname like that?
Could it be that she too…?
“Come on, snap out of it. Waterlogged grasshopper.”
“Sierra, shut your mouth!”
A short while later, the second boat arrived, and they all walked together into the city.
Unlike the other four schools, which remained closed to civilians due to security concerns, Moiran had opened its entire campus to the public.
With the city becoming such a pleasant place to live, people flocked there, and the distinction between the school campus and the urban district had become meaningless.
Of course, ordinary citizens couldn’t enter the school buildings or restricted areas, but the charming shopping streets that lined the front of the school buildings were a sight unique to Moiran.
“It’s beautiful!”
“The roofs are all white.”
The city’s aesthetic was quite striking in its own right.
Waterways spread like paintings throughout the streets, and it wasn’t uncommon to see Moiran students in their school uniforms and residents alike traveling together by boat. Once you boarded a Water Taxi along the canals, it seemed you could reach anywhere in the city with remarkable speed.
Jane and the students walked down the street until they arrived at the Central Plaza.
“From here begins Moiran’s entrance.”
She glanced at her wristwatch.
“The entrance evaluation tournament is this afternoon, and since we arrived early, the morning is free. From here on—”
Watching the students’ eyes sparkle with anticipation, Jane allowed herself a faint smile.
“You have free time.”
The students erupted in cheers, throwing their arms into the air. Passersby glanced over at the commotion before continuing on their way.
“Scatter and enjoy yourselves freely until one o’clock, when we’ll regroup here at the Central Plaza. Especially the three of you from the Student Council—make sure to adjust your conditioning for the afternoon matches.”
“Yes, Professor!”
“Then we’re dismissed.”
Jane turned and walked away from the students.
“Simon!”
Merin grabbed Simon’s wrist and bolted forward.
“What are you waiting for? Run! Let’s go ride Moiran’s famous water slide!”
“Yeah!”
“Wait, hold on! It’s clos—!”
Simon’s face flushed as Merin and Kamibarez dragged him along. Benz reached out, but his courage failed him; his fist only trembled uselessly.
‘Damn it! I was going to ask Kamibarez out on a date!’
Zets, watching this unfold, shook his head slowly and walked toward a candy shop with the Sierra campus girls who’d come along.

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The free time they’d been given seemed to slip away far too quickly.
Simon rode Moiran’s famous water slide with Merin and Kamibarez (five hundred silver per ride—Simon had muttered about it), then they strolled through the Shopping Center side by side, stopped for cream pasta, and by then their time was up.
At one o’clock, everyone had assembled at the Central Plaza. The Moiran Rector and her faculty were there to receive them.
“It’s been a long time, Vice Principal Jane.”
“Yes, it has.”
The Moiran Rector was a woman.
Through innovative leadership, she had revitalized Moiran—which had once lagged behind Alland and Sierra—and was praised for capturing both achievements: her students’ abilities and the school’s renown. A true powerbroker.
Her rapport with Jane seemed cordial. Unlike what other rectors and professors had displayed, there was no trace of inter-school tension this time.
Following the rector and her faculty, they made their way to the Moiran Arena where the entrance evaluation tournament would unfold.
The roar was deafening.
The stadium was packed with far more spectators than anything they’d seen before.
The first level was filled with Moiran students in their pale blue school uniforms, and civilians had come to watch from the second level as well.
And there before them lay the Canal Arena.
Designed to reflect Moiran’s water-city character, the stadium was adorned with clear lake water flowing throughout its various sections, lending it an aesthetic beauty that was undeniable.
“This place reeks of home advantage,” Simon muttered, letting the Student Council President Coat billow as he surveyed his surroundings.
Merin folded her arms across her chest.
“Of course! Most Moiran students will fight using water-manipulation techniques. Not just the Dark Runic Studies students, but all the other departments too. Blocking the water—that’s what I think is key.”
Merin laid out her strategic observations in a low voice.
Kamibarez, by contrast, seemed stiffened by the enormous crowd; her complexion had grown ashen.
“You all right? Kamibarez.”
“…Simon.”
She lowered her brows and looked up at him.
“Y-you’ve already fought twice in places like this?”
Simon gave her a gentle smile.
“I was nervous the first time too, but once you get going, it feels fine.”
“Ah, yes! I’ll work hard not to fall behind you two!”
Kamibarez was trembling. Simon thought it would be better if either he or Merin went out in the first round.
“Students and honored guests, welcome.”
Then the Moiran Rector walked out to the center of the Canal Arena. A roar erupted—thunderous cheers and applause.
“Once again, we’re deeply grateful that this grand event is taking place through our exchange with Kizen. Here at Moiran, we—”
Simon listened to the Rector’s practiced speech while stretching in the competitors’ waiting area.
In the opposite area, Moiran’s students were warming up.
The moment their eyes met Simon’s, they even waved with an ease that spoke of confidence.
And then.
‘Who is that?’
A boy with pure white hair, apparently also an entrance evaluation candidate.
He stared up at the sky with vacant eyes, his mind adrift.
For some reason, Simon’s gaze had been drawn there. The pale boy gazed upward, his fingertips making slow, deliberate motions through the air—and now, looking closely, Simon could see a bird wheeling across the sky.
The moment the boy pointed, the bird lurched as though flight itself had become difficult, and plummeted behind the Arena.
Simon’s brow furrowed.
“……!”
The pale boy turned his dead gaze upon Simon.
Every hair on Simon’s body stood on end.
“Something’s wrong.”
Just then, the Rector’s speech concluded, and a fresh roar of applause erupted from the crowd.
The Moiran Rector withdrew a box.
“Now we’ll begin the first match.”
She rummaged through the box and drew out two spheres. The referee accepted them and read aloud, one name at a time.
“Our first competitor: Alizarin Zack of Moiran! And—”
Everyone held their breath in anticipation as the referee’s lips parted.
“Kamibarez Ursula! To the arena floor!”

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