Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 526

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 526
Simon led the transfer students into the Student Council Office.
The moment they stepped inside, they all gasped softly and looked around with wonder.
“So this is Kizen’s Student Council Office! It’s so bright and polished!”
“At our school, they just hung a Student Council sign on an empty classroom.”
“That’s usually how it goes.”
Kamibarez, the secretary, moved quickly to seat the transfer students on the guest sofas and served them tea. After taking a sip, another round of exclamations rose up.
The peaceful tea time didn’t last long—with twelve people in one room, the atmosphere soon turned lively. Students who shared interests gathered together and began chatting.
“Vice President! That Dark Flame Arts technique you used in today’s match was incredible.”
Zetsu, Sierra’s representative, was speaking with Merin. She snorted dismissively.
“At least someone has an eye for it.”
“The way you improvised and blended pure magic with dark magic on the fly was genuinely impressive.”
“And you’re the original, right?”
“That’s right. Which is why my repertoire is fairly limited.”
Zetsu conjured a flickering emerald flame in her palm. Merin’s expression turned serious.
“Being original doesn’t guarantee success. I think the best approach is to anchor yourself in versatile department coursework as your foundation, then tailor the details to suit your own style.”
“True, that’s the orthodox way, but isn’t it cool and romantic to become the best through your own unique technique?”
“Does romance pay the bills?”
Kamibarez was also speaking with Alizarin, whom she’d fought in today’s match. The main topic, unsurprisingly, was blood.
“I want to apologize again for that thing about Ursula. I… people say my personality gets twisted sometimes.”
“Oh, no! That’s fine! The black magic you used to move water with blood was amazing!”
“Want me to teach you?”
Simon sat alone in the Student Council President’s seat at the back, sipping tea.
He was contentedly watching the transfer students get along well with the Student Council members when Dick burst in with “Hey! Simon!”
“How’ve you been?”
Dick playfully put Simon in a headlock.
“You won three matches in a row at the Transfer Student Evaluation Battle, didn’t you? Truly the best!”
“…My head hurts, Dick.”
“But hey, look who showed up.”
Dick gestured with his eyes toward a student.
A sturdy boy with a close-cropped haircut turned his head away, looking embarrassed. He was one of the male students from Allard who had come in with Benz.
“Remember him? That’s Recon! He was in our Class B as a 1st Year!”
“…What?”
According to Dick’s account, Recon had originally been at Kizen and was even the Necromancy ace of Class B.
But he had failed the first test at the start of second semester and thrown a fit.
—This isn’t right! My practical assessment puts me in the Top Squad and my grades are in the top hundred, and you’re kicking me out?
He had raised hell until Bahil, who was Class B’s homeroom teacher, subdued him.
And then something unexpected happened.
—Recon is a promising talent. If it’s Moiran level, I’d be happy to take him. Whether he pulls himself together afterward and becomes valedictorian of Moiran before returning to Kizen as a transfer student, or whether he simply falls apart—that depends entirely on his resolve.
Recon accepted this judgment and transferred to Moiran, where he worked with fierce dedication. In the process, he awakened to a new talent: Curse magic.
When Bahil heard about this, he transferred Recon to Allard, where his junior colleague worked, since the infrastructure for studying Curse magic was far superior there compared to Moiran.
Recon achieved valedictorian of the Curse Department there, and now he had become a transfer student returning to Kizen.
“That’s a real human success story, isn’t it?”
Dick chuckled and patted Recon’s shoulder.
“Started as a Kizen freshman, then Moiran, then Allard, now back to Kizen! That’s climbing up from the bottom of hell!”
“P-please stop. I’m embarrassed.”
As Simon listened to the story, he found he remembered that face too, though he’d only seen it once.
He recalled the boy had worn his hair long and bowl-cut in 1st Year, but now his hair was cut short and he’d grown taller, so Simon hadn’t recognized him.
“Anyway.”
Simon smiled warmly.
“Welcome back to Kizen, Recon.”
At those words, Recon’s bridge of his nose trembled and his eyes reddened. Seeing this, Dick grinned wickedly.
“Oh oh, he’s crying! You crying? Hey everyone~”
“Don’t!”
Hahahaha!
Everyone who had already been listening to Recon’s whole story burst out laughing.
Recon quickly wiped around his eyes with his sleeves and then let out a sharp breath.
His expression seemed to hold many conflicting emotions.
The tea time wrapped up, and Dick dragged over a wheeled blackboard to explain to the transfer students about Kizen’s systems, rules, and information about tests and practical assessments.
“The thing you’re all most curious about is probably the classes, right? You’ll have to take all the required major courses, and for other general subjects, you’ll take whichever ones have openings. Tomorrow morning the school will draw up your schedule neatly for you, so just follow that. Anyone have questions?”
One of the transfer students raised their hand.
“I wanted to take Professor Bahil’s class.”
“Ah, well, Professor Bahil’s classes are naturally full — even our regular students went through hell to get enrolled. If you’re not a major in that department, dream on.”
The transfer student lowered their hand dejectedly. Dik picked up chalk and marked a checkmark on the board.
“As for general electives, you’re free to choose those and register by the end of this week, as far as I know. Maximum eight courses. It’s true you’re starting at a disadvantage as transfer students, but since the required courses are full, there’s nothing we can do about it.”
The transfer students nodded. In truth, they felt grateful just that Kizen had accepted them at all.
“Well, that wraps up my explanation!”
Dik set down the chalk and continued speaking.
“Oh, and our vice president mentioned she had something to say. You going to share?”
“……Stop being a smart-ass.”
Merin shot Dik a sharp look and rose from her seat. He stepped aside as she walked to the front of the board.
“Nothing major.”
She cleared her throat with a soft cough.
“Kizen probably looks impressive from the outside. But honestly, people are people wherever you go, right? There are plenty of types with rotten personalities — cliques, bullying, ostracism. That sort of thing can happen.”
The transfer students’ expressions stiffened.
“Don’t be too scared, though.”
Merin placed her hands on her hips.
“Our school doesn’t have a concept of transfers in that sense, so when new friends arrive, I think everyone will be happy about it. If by any chance you run into problems, come find the Student Council anytime. We’ll help.”
“Understood.”
“Thanks.”
Merin shrugged lightly.
“Fundamentally, this is a pure meritocracy. If you excel, the students will recognize you quickly. Ah, and the 3rd-year seniors go outside frequently, so you won’t run into them often, but as long as you show basic respect, there won’t be any trouble. That’s all I have to say.”
The transfer students applauded. Merin smiled easily and returned to her seat.
‘I think the Student Council is done with what we needed to cover.’
Simon, seated in the Student Council President’s chair, checked the time.
‘The kids are running a bit late……’
Bang!
As the saying goes, speak of the ogre and he appears. The doors of the Student Council Office swung open, and massive legs thrust through the frame.
A moment later, the legs moved down and heavy footsteps echoed. The transfer students stared ahead with expressions of extreme tension.
“……These Student Council bastards are getting cocky.”
A man with an enormous frame stomped in, radiating visible displeasure.
“Who the hell do you think you are, summoning department representatives over the broadcast?”
2nd Year Summoning Studies Department Representative, ranked 3rd overall.
Hector Muor.
“Haaaaaaawn——”
A drawn-out yawn drifted from beside him. A tall girl with pale green hair rubbed her sleepy eyes.
“I just finished the practical evaluation and got back — I’m dying of exhaustion. Why’d you call?”
2nd Year Poison Studies Department Representative, ranked 6th overall: Merdiana Ann Suddendes.
“……Kuu——”
And beside her was a girl who was actually sleeping. A blanket draped like a robe around her shoulders, her head bobbing down and up.
2nd Year Curse Studies Department Representative, ranked 4th overall.
And the younger sister of former Student Council President Phantasus, Merida Hu Ikel.
“You lot! What’s with this attitude toward the Student Council? Are you out of your minds?”
A shrill cry burst forth as a small girl with twin tails in her hair bounded in. She wore an oversized white uniform draped over her shoulders.
“When the Student Council calls, you’re supposed to jump to it immediately! Would you have dared to mouth off like this if it was the 3rd-year Student Council?”
She scolded the other department representatives harshly, then glanced back at Simon with a wink.
2nd Year Necromancy Studies Department Representative, ranked 7th overall: Elisa Selin of the Phantom Ship.
“President, aren’t you hungry? Want me to grab some bread?”
“……That’s alright.”
“You don’t have to be polite! We’re fellow students in Imperial Studies together!”
Simon managed an embarrassed smile. What kind of favor was she fishing for with this approach?
And then more notable students continued filing in.
Dark Reversal Magic Studies Department Representative, second-ranked: Shatel Maer.
Blood Studies Department Representative, ranked 9th overall: Elicia Rosenfeldt.
Combat Magic Studies Department Representative, ranked 10th overall, Magic Sword user Jules Vincere.
The famous Kizen ‘Top 10′ had all gathered in one place.
Every name and family background present was one everyone had heard of at least once, and the transfer students’ eyes were spinning.
“Good to see you all. I know you’re tired — thanks for coming right away.”
Simon, seated in the Student Council President’s chair, greeted them.
The one who oversaw seven departments and connected students with Chancellor Neftis — the Student Council President.
The transfer students’ eyes sparkled as they looked at Simon.
‘He’s not intimidated at all in front of members of that caliber. He’s perfectly composed.’
‘He’s the president, after all.’
Simon continued speaking.
“I called you here about the transfer students.”
“Right, I heard transfer students had arrived.”
Hector’s brow furrowed in displeasure.
“Then the Student Council should promptly escort them to the Dormitory. Why go to the trouble of summoning the Department Representatives to fetch them?”
“Whine, whine, whine~ Here we go again.”
A figure rose from their seat to offer supporting fire.
“Nothing’s changed since first year, honestly. We’re following procedure, so what’s with all the complaints? Do you really need to flaunt your status like that, young master of House Muir?”
Hector’s fierce eyes turned toward the speaker.
“You’re in no position to meddle here. Rank 400.”
Merin stifled a laugh, her shoulders trembling slightly. The speaker’s face flushed at the strike to their weak point, though they quickly regained composure.
“By the way, I should mention—we called you on Professor Jane’s orders.”
This time, Hector flinched.
“Are you defying Professor Jane right now? Huh? You see this Memorial Crystal Orb here? Try it. Go ahead and try. You can’t, can you? Nothing to say, right? You grovel endlessly in front of the adults, but you’re nothing but a bully to your peers. That’s textbook Strong-to-Weak-to-Weak-to-Strong. You’re the most hypocritical bastard I’ve ever seen. Got it?”
Fire lit in Hector’s eyes.
“……Clinging to Simon Polentia and getting a title—has that puffed you up this much?”
“You’re the one wagging your tail at the third-year seniors to oppose that Simon Polentia, snatching up the Department Representative position. What right do you have to talk?”
“……Don’t think that power will last forever. The moment Aezel returns, I’ll twist your neck off.”
“Oh, that’s nice. Then why don’t you do it now? You can’t, can you? You won’t, will you? So what’s the reason you’re waiting until I leave the Student Council? It’s textbook Strong-to-Weak-to-Weak-to-Strong, I’m telling you! Watching pathetic bastards like you play gang leader with your little cronies—it’s so funny I could die…….”
Simon sighed and rose from his seat.
“Enough. Both of you, calm down.”
The two, now overheated, glared at each other with a murderous gaze.
The transfer students, caught off guard by the suddenly hostile atmosphere, could only exchange nervous glances, while the other Department Representatives seemed indifferent, casually yawning as if nothing concerned them.
“If it’s Professor Jane’s orders, we should follow them.”
Elicia, ranked ninth in standing, spoke up.
“I’d appreciate it if we could move things along, Student Council President.”
“Right, that’s what I intend to do.”
Simon looked at the transfer students.
“The Department Representatives here will explain your department’s rules, coursework, and required materials, and guide you through the Dormitory facilities. Merin has already submitted the necessary paperwork for outings, so if you need to purchase supplies, you’re welcome to go into Rochester this evening.”
Simon smiled slightly.
“Of course, the Department Representatives will guide you through Rochester as well.”
This was precisely why he’d called them.
The Department Representatives smacked their lips in disappointment, but overseeing and protecting their departmental students was part of their duty.
“That’s all I have to say.”
Simon smiled at the transfer students.
“I hope your first day at Kizen becomes a pleasant memory.”
The transfer students stood and bowed to express their gratitude to Simon.

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Late evening.
Jane’s Research Office.
Night had fallen, and the surroundings were dark. Jane, who had been grappling with documents under the light of a small desk lamp, set down her Quill Pen and released a long sigh.
Knock, knock.
Then came a knock at the door.
“Professor Jane, the examination results for student White have come back.”
It was the voice of the Senior Assistant to whom she had delegated the task.
When Jane told him to enter, the Senior Assistant opened the door respectfully and stood before her.
“We commissioned a total of twelve component analyses—hair, skin, dark element, blood, and so forth—and the results have just arrived.”
Jane straightened in her seat and clasped her hands together.
“How did it turn out?”

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