Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 528

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 528
That afternoon.
Simon and Lorain sat side by side in the Campus Cafe, nursing their coffees.
They had come to discuss Taraados.
Lorain had remained in Taraados through the final day of the mission evaluation, working tirelessly on recovery efforts. Simon, having liberated the place himself, wanted to stay involved and keep watch over it as well.
“Getting General Amin installed as lord turned out to be quite the undertaking.”
Lorain spoke with evident weariness.
She set down her cup and exhaled heavily.
“The Kingdom’s ministers opposed it.”
“The ministers did?”
“Yes. They said it was difficult to grant a lordly title without proper procedure. I suspect they didn’t much care for some sword-swinging upstart becoming a noble equal to themselves, seemingly out of nowhere.”
Simon’s expression darkened as he rested his chin in his palm.
Yet if you asked those same ministers to govern Taraados themselves, they’d turn a blind eye. They were simply offering meaningless objections with no real alternative.
“So what happened?”
Kizen applied pressure, demanding accountability for the Taraados incident and insisting on realistic efforts toward recovery. Ah — and internally, Princess Molly did much to help push things forward.”
Lorain’s eyes lit up.
“In the end, your personal contact with Princess Molly, rather than through the Kingdom’s official channels, was a masterstroke. The adults would have simply covered it up or swept it under the rug as too massive a matter — but the Princess personally led her guard corps into the capital, raided Finance Minister Feruts’s residence without mercy, and arrested him with the evidence laid bare before everyone. It was genuinely inspired.”
Simon smiled and took a sip of his coffee.
“I’ll have to pay my respects when we meet again. I hope her studies are going well.”
“She seems absorbed in Kizen life. After all, she always longed to be a necromancer.”
Simon nodded, set down his cup, and glanced around the cafe.
A wry smile crossed his face.
“There really are so many people here.”
Chatter and commotion rippled through the crowded space.
It was lunch hour, and the Campus Cafe was packed shoulder to shoulder. Most were 1st years, their voices shrill and wild as they hollered and shrieked like untamed animals.
It wasn’t ideal for a quiet conversation, yet Simon sat with his arm draped across his chair, smiling as he watched the underclassmen.
“Early spring semester, 1st year. The best time of all.”
Lorain laughed softly.
“You sound like an old man.”
Simon chuckled and turned his head, curious whether he recognized anyone. A striking splash of crimson hair caught his eye across the cafe.
Arthur — 1st Year Special Exception, the Mercenary King.
He was waving his arms frantically, shouting something.
“Hey, Arthur! Who eats soufflé like that? Have some dignity!”
“What’s a soufflé?”
He seemed unchanged.
“Oh, and this is classified information.”
Lorain steered the conversation back to her original topic.
“Your mission evaluation difficulty is going to be adjusted — from F to A+.”
Simon’s face brightened.
“Really? That would be wonderful!”
“You can look forward to it.”
What had originally been a simple labor assignment graded as F-rank turned out to be a distress call, and Simon had recognized it as such and traveled to Taraados. By saving both the requestor and the territory itself, Kizen’s headquarters apparently valued his discernment highly.
For Simon, who aimed to rank first overall this year in 2nd Grade, it was genuinely good news.
‘Though I suspect Lorain pulled some strings behind the scenes.’
Even stripped of all authority within school, she could still make requests as a student. Headquarters wouldn’t easily dismiss a petition from a future power broker.
In any case, Lorain continued her account.
“Kizen is also investing heavily in Taraados’s reconstruction. We’ve dispatched necromancers to cull the chimeras overrunning the wasteland — we’re at about sixty percent completion. Soon people will be able to move freely throughout the territory. Merchants will follow, the economy will revive…….”
“Oh, wait!”
Suddenly someone interrupted their conversation.
Two 1st year female students with long, flowing hair approached, their faces flushed, their bodies twisting with excitement.
“What is it?”
Simon turned and asked kindly.
The girl on the left, embarrassed, jabbed her friend’s ribs, insisting, “You said you’d ask him!” The other girl stammered before finally speaking.
“Um, excuse me — aren’t you the Student Council President?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Eee!”
Both girls squealed and bounced, high-fiving each other.
Since the entrance ceremony, when the Student Council President executed his rescue operation for Kizen’s new students, Simon had become something of a legend among the 1st years.
“We didn’t recognize you without your coat!”
“We really admire and support you, senior! Um, would it be possible to get an autograph?”
This was the first time anyone had ever asked him for an autograph.
Simon hesitated for a moment, but since his conversation with Lorain took precedence, he quickly signed their Summoning textbooks and handed them back.
The first-year girls beamed with delight, bowed their heads respectfully, and returned to their seats.
“You’re quite popular.”
Lorain spoke with a teasing lilt.
“Sorry our talk got interrupted. So what happened next?”
“Right. Where did I leave off?”
“You said the Chimera was eliminated, merchants are arriving, and the economy is starting to improve.”
“Ah yes. So now several merchant associations have shown interest, and—”
“Whoa!”
Three first-year boys suddenly burst out of nowhere.
“That’s right! Definitely! Black hair, crimson eyes! Could that possibly be Lorain?”
…….
Lorain sighed and merely nodded her head.
“Wow, insane! You’re real!”
“So it was true that Neftis’s daughter attends Kizen!”
“And the Student Council President is right there!”
Simon quickly raised a finger to his lips and made a soft shushing sound, quieting them. Fortunately, the surrounding café was noisy enough that their commotion didn’t draw attention.
‘This year’s first-years really are a handful.’
If Hector had heard them, he would have immediately forced those first-year boys to do pushups for their lack of respect, but Simon decided to be understanding.
They’d only recently entered the school, and with third-years being so influential, he didn’t want to demand such formality from his juniors.
“Sorry, but there’s something we need to discuss…….”
“Wait—are you two dating or something?”
“Haha! You two really do make a gre—!”
Smack!
A student suddenly emerged, locking both chattering first-years in a headlock.
“Hello! Simon! Hahaha!”
It was Arthur.
“Gak, gack!”
“Ah, Arthur! Let them go, will you—!”
The two caught in the headlock thrashed and pleaded for release. Arthur flashed Simon a quick wink.
“It’s been a while, Arthur.”
Simon waved a hand in greeting.
“I apologize for these guys! I’ll come pay my respects at the Student Council office later!”
“Thanks.”
He bowed deeply, greeting both Simon and Lorain once each, then departed with his classmates still in his grip.
Simon folded his arms, impressed.
‘He’s grown since we first met, maybe.’
“You know him?”
Lorain asked.
“Arthur, the Mercenary King. We fought together before.”
“Ah. So that’s the famous Special Exception number two. Quite polished, isn’t he.”
The two resumed their discussion about Taraados.
Fortunately, no one interrupted them—the conversation was flowing smoothly—until a group of formally dressed Kizen headquarters personnel walked past.
“Miss.”
“Neftis is calling for you.”
She rose from her seat without hesitation, as if she’d expected it.
“Sorry, Simon.”
“No, don’t worry. We covered everything important anyway.”
Lorain bade him farewell and departed with them. Left alone, Simon sipped the half-finished coffee.
‘I should probably head back and prepare for class soon.’
The moment Simon stood to leave.
‘Ack!’
He nearly spilled his coffee in shock.
A man in a white suit had somehow seated himself across from Simon and was now gazing at him with a calm, amused smile.
“It’s been a while, Simon.”
The man tipped his hat with his fingertips, a theatrical gesture. Simon’s eyes widened.
“B-Professor Bahil?”
“Would you care to join me for a cup of coffee?”

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Unexpected as it was, Bahil came next after Lorain.
Simon entered Bahil’s office in the Curse Studies Building on the 2nd Year Campus, settling onto the sofa with a tense expression and sitting rigidly upright.
“Ha ha, you needn’t be so formal when we’re alone.”
Bahil said this while hanging his hat on the coat rack.
As he rattled about brewing coffee, Simon glanced around the room.
…….
Everything was meticulously organized, as expected.
The large blackboard that dominated one wall appeared to have been brought straight from his 1st Year office. It was covered densely with curse formulas.
“I’m grateful for all your effort shepherding the new transfer student.”
Bahil said this as he brought over two cups of coffee.
“Yes, thank you.”
Everyone he’d met lately wanted to talk about escorting the transfer student.
Accustomed to it now, Simon accepted the cup with as much politeness as he could muster and took a careful sip, following the etiquette he’d learned in Imperial Studies.
As always, it was incredibly sweet.
“Among all of them, there was one engagement that particularly impressed me.”
Bahil’s eyes gleamed as he took a gentle sip of his coffee.
“The match in Alland, I believe.”
Simon blinked.
Was he talking about the match with Benz? That was nothing special.
“Your tactical composition was excellent. You used Sleep to quiet the monsters caught in your opponent’s Summoning, then cast the Delusion Curse on your opponent to deceive their senses, threw them toward the monsters, and released the Sleep you’d placed on the creatures.”
Bang.
Bahil made the sound with his mouth, gesturing as if being surrounded by monsters.
“Victory.”
“……W-what?”
Simon’s eyes clouded with confusion.
The Kizen contingent who entered Alland had definitely been only Jane and Simon.
“How do you know so much about it?”
“I have a junior studying Curse Magic in Alland. He told me. But that aside—what’s the meaning of this?”
“I’m sorry?”
Bahil sprang to his feet.
He leaned forward, craning his neck.
“I’ve never taught you Sleep before.”
Goosebumps erupted across Simon’s entire body.
“Just who did you learn this from?”
“W-well, you see…!”
Since it was paramount to calm his anger first, Simon told him the truth.
He’d learned Sleep directly from the former Student Council President Phantasus.
Bahil murmured the name, and only then did an expression of genuine interest cross his face.
“Phantasus.”
“Show me the magical circle. The Sleep you learned from him.”
“Yes, of course.”
Judging it wisest to comply without resistance for now, Simon unfolded the original Phantasus Sleep magical circle and displayed it.
There was nothing to hide anyway.
Bahil stared at the magical circle in silence, then exhaled a sigh that sounded almost like a lament.
“The circle is already showing considerable wear. It seems you’ve used it extensively in real combat, so learning any other Sleep would be impossible now.”
“Is there… is there something wrong with it?”
“There’s no problem at all.”
Bahil settled back onto the sofa.
“That’s the Sleep of the famous former President Phantasus. I’d say you’ve inherited an excellent curse. For him to entrust something this precious to you, the former president has made quite a significant decision.”
Simon released a breath of relief, while Bahil tapped his fingertips rhythmically against the armrest.
‘Only a slight pang of regret,’ he thought.
He had wanted to fill that blank canvas—the genius Simon Polentia—entirely with curses that he alone would teach. He resented the presence of any impurities.
“Since this happened before course selection, I’ll let it pass.”
Bahil’s eyes flashed as he pointed a fingertip forward.
“When it comes to Curse Magic, I’ll be your sole instructor. If you learn any new curse going forward, I’d appreciate it if you kept me informed.”
“Yes, understood.”
“Still, since you’ve learned a new curse, I can’t simply overlook it as your Curse Studies professor.”
He extended his arm as he spoke.
“Having used Sleep in the field, do you think there were aspects that could have been improved?”
Simon quietly observed Phantasus’s original Sleep curse spread across his palm.
It pierced through ordinary curse resistance, couldn’t be undone by Cancellation, proved useful even against Priests, and its effects were swift and potent.
The only drawback was needing to unfold the Dark Magic across his palm and make direct contact, but compared to its devastating power, calling it a drawback felt like a stretch. It could even be adapted into a ranged curse like the higher-tier technique, Sleeping Deimos.
But beyond that—
“Range.”
Simon spoke.
“Applying only 1 Stack to a single target at a time felt limiting. It would be far better if you could induce sleep across multiple enemies at once—”
Bahil shot up from his seat.
Without waiting for Simon to finish, he leaped to his feet, grabbed the chalk eraser, and swept away the densely scrawled formulas across the blackboard in clean strokes. Then he seized the chalk and began writing equations furiously, his hand flying.
Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch—
‘Wow.’
Watching the blackboard fill rapidly, Simon stood dumbfounded.
Bahil was likely seeing Phantasus’s Sleep curse for the first time.
Of course, since Bahil’s own Sleep was already imprinted in his Dark Element memory, he couldn’t execute Phantasus’s version flawlessly in actual combat. Phantasus’s strength came from honing the Sleep curse alone to its absolute limit.
Yet despite this, Bahil’s theory was, as always, flawless.
“Finished.”
Tap.
Only thirty minutes.
Bahil dropped the chalk to the ground with a blank expression, placing the final period on the blackboard.
“Phantasus’s original, my remake, and the user Simon’s—”
His lips curved upward.
“Wide-Range Sleep. Accept it without hesitation. It’s a gift for you.”
Simon could only laugh.
‘This person really is—’
An absurd genius.

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