Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 522

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 522
They had arrived at the Second Arena.
The design was identical to the first arena in every way — down to the seating configuration — so the spectators who’d been sitting there could simply relocate without disruption.
Simon took his place in the Players’ Waiting Area once more, while the transfer students occupied their seats in the rear stands, chattering away as before.
And Merin was preparing for her match up front.
……
With her stretching complete, she stood with eyes closed, circulating the Dark Element through her body. Wisps of black smoke, shimmering like heat haze, flowed from her frame.
‘Excellent focus.’
Undisturbed by the crowd around her or the noise they made — not even a flicker of distraction.
When she finally opened her eyes and spread her palms, glossy black ice crystallized with a soft crackling sound, forming delicate snowflakes.
The transfer students nearby gasped in admiration. It was Ice Crafting of remarkable refinement. Simon nodded in quiet satisfaction.
‘Her condition is perfect.’
He’d worried after the Mission Evaluation, but it had been needless concern. As she clenched her fist, the ice flowers suspended in the air shattered.
“The Kizen Vice President seems pretty skilled too.”
“She’s from the Ivory Tower direct line, they say.”
“Really?”
At the mention of the Ivory Tower, Merin’s head snapped toward the speakers. All the transfer students quickly averted their eyes, rolling them away.
Simon smiled quietly and approached her.
“Kizen’s victory is already assured. You can take it easy.”
She let out a scoff.
“That’s not how I operate. If it’s Kizen, it has to be a complete victory.”
“Everyone~”
Both their heads turned. Kamibarez was bounding into the Players’ Waiting Area.
“Kamibarez!”
Merin called out with a bright smile. Simon followed suit.
“How are you feeling?”
“Yes, I’m better now!”
Fortunately, her opponent Alizarin had opened her eyes while being carried on a stretcher. She’d sustained no serious injuries, and the medical staff said she’d be fit to attend classes tomorrow.
Kamibarez had apologized to the bandaged Alizarin anyway.
—I’m the one who needs to apologize sincerely. I spoke carelessly, saying thoughtless things about being full.
But Alizarin had bowed deeply in return.
—That strength… it really was formidable.
There was one part of Alizarin’s final words that Kamibarez deliberately did not repeat to Simon and Merin.
She didn’t want to worry them.
If even this half-blood’s power was an inescapable fate of her lineage, then she would gladly forge it into strength with her own hands. That was Kamibarez’s resolve.
Just then, the broadcast echoed through the arena.
—The students for the final match, please enter the arena.
Merin exhaled sharply, then pumped her fist with fierce determination.
“I’ll polish them and be back!”
Simon nodded with a smile, while Kamibarez pulled her into a tight embrace for encouragement. Merin then walked out with confident strides.
“Do your best, Vice President!”
“Show us what you’ve got!”
The transfer students’ cheers followed her. Merin acknowledged them with a light wink, then proceeded forward, her sky-blue hair flowing behind her.
And so Merin departed.
……
……
An awkward silence descended between Simon and Kamibarez, now alone in the Players’ Waiting Area.
‘Oh.’
Simon stared straight ahead, sweat beading on his brow.
‘…I want to crawl into a mouse hole and disappear.’
When Kamibarez had been overtaken by her blood and transformed into someone unrecognizable, he’d been too shocked and panicked to think of anything but protecting her.
But as time passed and his mind cleared, he’d belatedly become aware of what he’d actually done to Kamibarez.
—No, please let me go…!
—Not until you come to your senses! Close the seal and calm Ursala’s blood!
Thud!
Simon slammed his head against the arena’s barrier fence. The security guard nearby flinched in alarm.
‘I want to die.’
Now that he thought back on it, he had no idea what he’d been thinking to do something so reckless.
Simon, having carved a new chapter into his personal hall of shame, trembled at the shoulders. When he lifted his flushed forehead to glance sideways, Kamibarez—her cheeks flushed a deep crimson—was gazing at him.
Whoosh—
The moment their eyes met, she turned away and fixed her gaze downward. Simon’s heart sank.
‘How… how do I apologize?’
School life was starting tomorrow. He’d keep running into her at the Student Council Office, and he couldn’t maintain this awkward distance with Kamibarez forever.
If there was a right moment to apologize, it was now—right after the mistake.
“K-Kami. Listen.”
Simon spoke.
She answered with a tiny, barely-audible “yes.” Then, gathering her courage, she met his eyes—but
‘……!’
in a single second, she averted her gaze again, fixing it firmly on her feet. Heat flooded her face; her fingertips and toes tingled.
—The only one who can control you is yourself.
Blood continued to rush to her face. Just breathing the scent of Simon standing beside her conjured that moment in vivid detail, and her throat felt tight.
No matter how embarrassed or mortified she felt, how could she possibly throw insults at someone who’d rushed into the Arena to save her?
She’d returned quickly and thanked him, but that alone wasn’t enough. She needed to apologize.
Both their heads turned at the same moment.
“About before—”
“Actually—”
And then, unable to meet each other’s eyes again, they both looked away.
“…Merin’s match is starting.”
“Y-yes, right. Ah, haha.”
The security guard standing in front of the Players’ Waiting Area let out a long, heavy sigh.
‘These two are really testing each other’s nerves. Relentless.’

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“Merin and White, come forward to the Arena.”
The two students about to compete in the final match were called out before the Arena.
In that instant.
Boooooooooo!
Even Simon jumped at the sheer viciousness of the jeers that erupted. It was a complete reversal from the gentlemanly conduct the Moiran students and spectators had shown until now.
A bewildered Kamibarez glanced around hurriedly.
“W-what? Why are they booing only Merin—”
“They’re not booing Merin.”
Simon turned serious, looking back.
“Get out of here, White!”
“How dare you show your face in the Transfer Student Evaluation Tournament!”
“Coward! Go home!”
“Fraud!”
Booooooo!
The target of the jeers was not Merin, but another Moiran student—”White.”
Simon had no idea what was happening.
‘What’s going on?’
White had already caught his attention from the start, and now, seeing the crowd’s reaction, his curiosity was impossible to ignore.
Simon shifted subtly from the Players’ Waiting Area and drifted toward the spectator section.
“Hey, you all.”
Simon leaned casually toward the spectators and spoke in a low voice. The Moiran students hurling jeers turned in surprise to look at him.
“It’s the Kizen Student Council President!”
“That last match was amazing!”
Simon noticed badges with the number “2” sewn onto the collar of their uniforms—the badge that symbolized 2nd Year at Moiran.
Simon glanced at the adults nearby, then asked quietly.
“This White kid—he’s from Moiran too, so why does everyone hate him?”
As if waiting for exactly that question, the Moiran students rushed to spill everything about White.
According to them, White was a 1st Year who suddenly transferred in right before finals at the end of the year.
His identity and origin were unknown.
Rumors swirled—he was supposedly from a fallen noble house, or a hidden royal bastard.
At first, the Moiran students hadn’t thought much of him and treated him kindly.
But the moment he arrived, his actions were unprecedented. He scored perfect marks on every exam, and he challenged the Top 10 of Moiran to duels, crushing them with overwhelming dominance as if he were breaking down a dojo’s gate.
Eventually he brought even Moiran’s vice-valedictorian to his knees in a single bout, and finally defeated the valedictorian himself—the highest-ranked transfer-eligible 1st Year—to become the undisputed strongest of his class.
As context: among students of the three great Necromancer Schools, the second semester of 1st Year—when admission to Kizen is decided—is the most intensely competitive and sensitive period. Even senior students deferred to the 1st Years during this time.
Then suddenly, this star-class talent appeared like a comet, and the school’s mood grew uneasy.
The administration began running calculations and even bent the absolute rule that “transfer students must complete at least one semester,” placing White on the transfer list anyway.
Of course, sending White to Kizen may have been the obvious choice for executives who needed to maximize the school’s prestige and profit.
But from the students’ perspective, it was absolutely unforgivable. At that time, not only the first-years but the upperclassmen rose up as well.
Eventually, even the third-years—the pinnacle of the school—found themselves drawn into the affair.
Moiran’s third-year student council president proposed a duel to White, wagering White’s withdrawal against the president’s own position.
And in that match.
“White won.”
At the Moiran student’s words, Simon’s mouth fell open.
“…That can’t be right? A first-year transfer student beat the third-year student council president?”
“Yeah, hard to believe, but it’s true.”
He smiled ruefully.
“The student council president stepped down from his position, and two days later, devastated, he submitted a withdrawal form to the chancellor.”
…
“And he did it with only a month left until graduation.”
The rumors about White multiplied endlessly.
His profile as a seventeen-year-old boy was a lie—he was actually an adult professional Necromancer, they said; he’d used forbidden Dark Magic; he was connected to Efnel.
Even Moiran’s chancellor acknowledged that the students’ suspicions were justified, and an avalanche of investigations followed, but in the end, White was deemed to have no problems whatsoever.
Either way, at the Necromancer School, power was paramount.
White successfully claimed one of Kizen’s transfer spots. Of course, even now that he was a second-year, resentment lingered in the students’ hearts.
‘Hmm.’
Simon’s gaze turned. He caught sight of Merin shaking hands with White.
‘That… worries me.’
Kizen’s victory was already assured. Because White was a dangerous opponent, he wanted to stop her, but this was a tradition spanning centuries between the schools, and it would be an insult to Merin’s resolve to win.
All he could do was trust her.
“Are both students ready?”
At the referee’s question, Merin and White both nodded simultaneously.
“Then we will now begin the match between White of Moiran and Merin Blenné of Kizen!”
The professors who had been coaching withdrew, and after the referee made one final check of the two competitors’ conditions, his arm fell.
“Match start!”
Cheers erupted from all sides of the crowd.
“Come on, Kizen!”
“Please knock that arrogant bastard down!”
An ironic scene—Moiran students cheering for the rival school.
Merin immediately deployed a Magic Circle and prepared her offense. White frost poured from the circle.
‘Fortunately, Merin’s condition today is peak.’
As the match began, Simon hurried back to Kamibarez’s side. She looked at him.
“Simon, what were you discussing with the Moiran students?”
“Ah, a bit about Merin’s opponent. I’ll explain in detail later.”
White didn’t draw a Magic Circle and remained standing motionless in place. As if to say, go ahead and try everything you can—he simply stood there.
‘I wonder how Merin will approach this match.’
As Simon pondered this, she finally unfurled her first Magic Circle.

White frost spread in all directions, and the water flowing through the channels around the arena froze solid.
A measured gleam flickered in Merin’s eyes.
‘Both opponents I’ve faced so far have fought using water-based techniques. This negates that annoying home advantage.’
Then she raised her open palm upward.
Crackle-crackle-crack!
Crackle-crackle-crack!
The ice frozen in the channels shot up into the air. It wasn’t merely about blocking the opponent’s water-based Dark Magic.
‘Now I’ll turn it to better use!’
The ice around her began to converge at her center.
No defense needed.
A preparation for relentless, all-out assault.

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