Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 527

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 527
Jane straightened in her seat and clasped her hands together.
“What’s the result?”
The Senior Teaching Assistant set the documents on the desk and spoke.
“Zero percent.”
Jane picked up the papers with an impassive expression, and the Senior Teaching Assistant continued his report.
“We found no commonality whatsoever between the transfer student and the 5th Legion Commander Magnus.”
“I see.”
In truth, the verification seemed excessive for a mere transfer student—particularly since the sole reason for it was nothing more than physical resemblance. Mishandled, it risked becoming a political issue, and it was hardly fair to the transfer student himself.
And more than anything, if Magnus truly intended to enter Kizen and make a move, there would be no reason for him to raise suspicions and tighten security by using a white-haired boy who happened to resemble him.
Jane closed her eyes, her expression troubled.
“Beginning tomorrow, I’ll allow White to attend classes. However……”
“Go ahead, Professor.”
Jane opened her eyes slowly.
“Keep surveillance on him.”

* * *
The next morning.
With the Mission Evaluation concluded, a new routine began anew.
Students reunited with their friends in the Classroom were eager to recount their adventures.
“This ogre was the size of an entire castle……!”
“Can you believe that baron tried to bribe me?”
In the bustling Classroom, Simon and Toto were pulling out their textbooks.
‘I’m back.’
Now he could set aside the heavy Student Council President’s coat in the Student Council Office and return to being just another student, focusing solely on his studies. He stretched languidly, savoring a moment of mental ease.
“Hello.”
Just then, Lorain, who had just arrived, approached with measured, deliberate footsteps.
Her movements were restrained, refinement evident in her expression. Simon returned the greeting with a casual nod.
‘We’re back to normal.’
The side of Lorain he’d seen in Taraados had been extraordinary.
It was a brief rebellion of sorts—while she’d seemed liberated and even spirited there, her demeanor at school was noticeably more subdued.
Particularly when Simon saw her Lock Locket sealed firmly shut, he felt a pang of regret.
“Thanks for shepherding the transfer students.”
Lorain, seated in front of Simon, spoke while her black hair swayed.
“You must’ve been exhausted—the Taraados mission right into school duties.”
“Not at all. Professor Jane was very thoughtful. Merin and Kamibarez came to help too.”
“Oh! Found the Student Council President!”
A female student rushed toward Simon.
“So the transfer students arrived? Did any come to the Summoning Department? Are they male or female?”
At her words, other students who had been discussing their Mission Evaluations turned to look.
“Transfer students coming to Summoning? They probably clustered in Curse Studies or Dark Reversal Magic instead.”
“They did come, didn’t they? The Dormitory was a mess yesterday.”
“Male or female? Tell us that first!”
Feeling the collective attention, Simon broke into a grin.
“Two boys.”
Shrieks of delight erupted from the female students around him. The male students clicked their tongues or lost interest, drifting back to their Mission Evaluation gossip.
“What’s their specialty?”
“Why did they join the Summoning Department?”
“Are they handsome?”
Questions rained down on Simon from all directions.
Toto was instantly dislodged from his seat, and Lorain let out a small sigh.
“You all——”
Lorain was opening her mouth when——
“Back off.”
Serne approached from behind, platinum-blonde hair flowing. The female students quickly retreated to their seats.
She claimed the spot behind Simon as though it were obvious, sitting down with a casual air.
“Crowding around first thing in the morning like this is annoying.”
She murmured a mild complaint, then shot Simon a playful wink.
Simon smiled wryly and opened his mouth.

“Serne.”
“Yes?”
“I’ve been curious for a while now. Why are you so insistent on sitting behind me?”
“Well.”
The corners of Serne’s eyes drooped lazily.
“From here, I get a perfect view of the back of Simon’s neck.”
‘!’
Simon felt a chill run down his neck. Serne laughed like a demon, savoring his stiffened reaction.
“Every class, I imagine it. What would happen if I planted my feather right there on that nape?”
She produced a feather from her fingertips and stroked it tenderly.
“Given the strength Simon’s shown so far, he’d probably resist, right? But seeing how his face flushes red just from a light tap like this—maybe it’d be easier than I think. And if he ends up under my control, what fun games could I play?”
She cupped her chin, smiling wickedly.
“If I keep daydreaming like that, before I know it—oh my, the bell rings ding-dong~ and another day is done!”
Simon let out a long, heavy sigh.
“Toto, would you trade seats with me?”
“Huh? Oh! Sure, I—”
“Why don’t you value your own life more?”
Toto’s half-risen body went rigid as stone.
He turned stiffly toward Serne, his neck creaking, only to find her tilting her head with an innocent, guileless blink.
“What did you hear?”
“N-n-n, nothing at all!”
“……Serne.”
Simon turned to her, about to say something.
“Professor’s here!”
The students scrambled back to their seats.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The teaching assistants filed in and lined up with precise formation.
Aaron, the Summoning Department professor, followed behind them, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he entered.
Once again he ambled to the podium in comfortable shorts and drag-soled slippers.
“Summoning Department.”
His half-lidded eyes swept across the students.
“How were the missions?”
“All good!”
The students answered loudly. Aaron nodded and unfolded some documents in his characteristically languid voice.
“Looking at the statistics, I see many of you took on D and C-rank missions. I respect your choices, but don’t forget—you must clear a Black Request Form before the end of your second year.”
He set down the document and picked up another.
“And while you’ve been enjoying a leisurely Mission Evaluation period, the Student Council President has brought in the transfer students.”
For a moment, all eyes turned toward Simon.
“Two students applied to the Summoning Department, I hear. Let me introduce them now. Come in.”
As he finished speaking, the classroom door opened and Benz, wearing a Kizen School Uniform, stepped inside.
‘He’s nervous.’
Simon stifled a laugh watching Benz’s stiff, mechanical gait.
The other students’ eyes gleamed too. While they’d seen plenty of students expelled, this was the first time a fresh face like a full transfer had arrived.
“Introduce yourself—keep it brief if you have anything to say.”
Aaron spoke. Benz creaked his mouth open.
“Uh, hey everyone! I’m Benz, from Alland. I was in the Summoning Department there too, and my specialty is Taming—it’s the technique of controlling monsters through Dark Magic. Nice to meet you all!”
Clap clap clap!
The students applauded in welcome.
Benz scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, then followed the teaching assistant’s guidance to an empty seat. As he passed Simon, he gave a light nod. Simon smiled and returned it.
“I thought there were supposed to be two transfer students for the Summoning Department.”
Aaron glanced toward the hallway.
“Where’s the other one?”
“S-sorry! Professor!”
A flustered teaching assistant’s voice came from down the corridor.
“The student got distracted chasing after a flying bird……! P-please just come this way! The professor is calling for you!”
Creak.
Hector, the Department Representative, stood from his seat with a grim expression. Aaron held him back with a look, then waited quietly.
Soon the teaching assistant gave the student a gentle push from behind, and a white-haired boy entered the classroom.
“Wow!”
“He’s handsome!”
A few female students let out excited whispers, their voices hushed.
“White hair at that age?”
“There’s something unsettling about him.”
The male students’ reaction was decidedly cold.
It wasn’t silver or platinum—this bleached, alien white like fresh snow was a symbol of ill omen in the Dark Alliance.
Of course, that was because it evoked the image of Priests.
Judging people by hair color was prejudice, but the fear of white-haired Priests crossing the border from the Sacred Federation had taken deep root in the Dark Alliance’s collective memory.
…….
White stood before the podium, staring ahead with vacant eyes.
He wasn’t looking at his seated classmates. He was simply fixing his gaze on empty air, unfocused.
Silence fell over the classroom.
“Professor?”
The Senior Teaching Assistant nudged Aaron.
“Professor, the transfer student is here—shouldn’t you say something……?”
But then—
Something seemed wrong with Aaron. His breathing was uneven, his pupils trembling as though he’d witnessed something terrible.
“P-Professor? Are you unwell?”
“……No, it’s nothing.”
Aaron gripped his forehead, wringing out his words.
“Introduce yourself. Keep it brief.”
…….
White turned his head to look at Aaron.
The moment their eyes met, Aaron’s pupils began trembling violently once more.
Then White simply turned his head back and looked toward the students.
“White.”
That was all.
Despite being told to keep it brief, White simply threw out his name and sealed his lips shut.
The Senior Teaching Assistant gestured, observing Aaron’s condition, and a nearby assistant quickly led White to an empty seat.
“Professor, if you’re struggling, perhaps we should take a moment…….”
“No.”
Aaron drew in sharp breaths and opened his textbook.
“There’s still so much ground to cover before the midterm if we’re to teach Dullahan.”
“……Professor.”
He looked toward the students.
“Everyone, turn to page twenty-five in your textbooks.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Now that the transfer student is here, we’ll accelerate our pace. Miss even one lesson, and you’ll fall behind for the rest of your second year. I’m also planning to begin handing out Practical Assessments starting today. There will be unannounced tests administered on the spot, so come to every class as if you’re walking into battle.”
He opened his textbook and lifted his head.
“We’ll start with Ghoul Theory.”

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Splash—
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After class ended, Aaron stood at the sink, gasping for breath with both arms braced against it.
Water poured from the faucet in a steady stream, but he made no move to turn it off.
When he lifted his head, he saw his reflection in the mirror. Water dripped from his hair as though he’d washed his face countless times.
—Professor.
In the mirror’s image, a pale-haired boy spoke from behind him.
—Professor Aaron.
Crash!
Aaron struck the mirror with his fist. The entire surface shattered at once with a sharp crack.
His fist fell away, blood dripping steadily from it as he exhaled a long breath.
‘Damn it.’
He covered his face with his palm.
‘Damn it, damn it, damn it.’
Then came the sound of a toilet door swinging open behind him.
“An amusing situation, wouldn’t you say?”
White trousers and polished shoes kicked the stall door wide.
Footsteps echoed against the bathroom floor as a man in white stepped out and began walking forward.
“I don’t believe in determinism. The notion that all things in this world are bound by fate—I regard that as the excuse of the lazy and the weak. But if we allow for a certain poetic license, perhaps I might say something like this.”
He adjusted the refined Derby Hat in his hand, tilting it down with a finger, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
“It’s almost like a trick of fate.”
……
“That student White—he looks identical to Magnus, whom my senior taught long ago. The elders were making such a fuss about it, so I was curious how striking the resemblance was. Well, well.”
Aaron turned his head, blood smeared across his face, and glared fiercely.
“What business do you have in the Summoning Department building? Bahil.”
Bahil leaned his body casually against the bathroom wall, tilted the brim of his Derby Hat slightly to shield his eyes, and grinned.
“I came partly to see that kid, and partly to catch a glimpse of the rumored white-haired one. In any case, thank you for letting me use your bathroom, senior.”
Bahil waved his hand slowly and stepped out of the bathroom.
Creak.
Only then did Aaron turn off the faucet that had been running, and exhaled a long sigh.
In the mirror cracked by the impact of his fist, Aaron’s reflection too was shattered and fragmented into several pieces.

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