Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 541

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 541
Team Eight’s performance, hailed as the strongest, was remarkable.
White’s firepower, in particular, was astonishing.
She had inscribed a magical circle drawn with her Anomaly directly into her Ghoul’s body, and the moment an enemy appeared, she activated the Anomaly. The Ghoul was engulfed in white light before transforming into a projectile that devastated the enemy position.
It seemed like an unconventional application, but since it was a technique directly imparted to the Ghoul—much like Simon’s Corpse Explosion—it violated no detailed rules.
Aseraz, ranked fifth overall, lived up to her reputation as well. She had Top Ten caliber skill.
She had modified her Ghoul’s claws into metal blades longer than arms, and when she deployed them to the enemy line with Funeral Magic, she single-handedly shredded four opponents with ease.
—The examination has concluded.
The results were overwhelming.
1st Place – Team Eight (60 points)
2nd Place – Team Three (12 points)
3rd Place – Team Fourteen (6 points)
4th Place – Team Nine (2 points)
The strongest Team Eight crushed the allied three teams through sheer force, seizing not only the Red Artifact but every relic the other teams had accumulated.
Of course, even the seemingly flawless Team Eight had points worthy of criticism.
—White! White! I’m telling you, we need to go to Team Nine right now! What are you doing? Keep up!
…….
—Please, just listen! White!
Their communication left something to be desired.
Though Aseraz had secured a decisive victory, she was already regarding her teammate White with an expression of utter exasperation. The other team members seemed to think White’s approach needed to be simplified.
Still, to the other students watching, Team Eight’s strength was so overwhelming that such shortcomings were invisible.
“……I can barely breathe. How are we supposed to beat that?”
“The only team worth considering would be the President’s Team Ten.”
“Say the President manages to stop White. Then who’s supposed to handle Aseraz?”
Team Eight’s formidable top two became the target of scrutiny from every other team.
Meanwhile, Serne’s Team Eleven was also rising as a new powerhouse.
Serne had planted a feather in each of her team members’ Ghouls, drawing out their latent fury and destructive instinct to dominate the opposing Ghouls throughout the match.
To exaggerate slightly, it was as though they were under a prolonged Funeral Magic effect.
Adding to that Fitzgerald’s tactical acumen in supporting Serne.
Team Eleven also finished this examination in first place.
“This practical assessment was indeed a victory of strategy.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses and offered his summary.
“If Simon constructed the game around the variable of Corpse Explosion, my strategy was built on rigorously analyzed results, pursuing the route with the highest probability of succe…….”
Thwack!
“Quiet.”
The moment a feather lodged itself into the back of his neck, Fitzgerald suddenly began crawling across the floor with passionate artistic fervor, as if performing a worm.
His teammates, sensing Serne’s mood, hurried to help him up.
“Uh, where are you going? Serne.”
“Going to see Simon~”
Thus, one of the second-year students’ most important examinations came to a close.
“You’ve all worked hard preparing for this practical assessment in such a short time.”
Aaron called all the Summoning Studies students together for a final word. He thrust a hand into his trouser pocket as he spoke.
“Let me hear some brief thoughts. What did you take away?”
Hands rose from various spots.
“In a short span of time, by pursuing our limits, we realized we could produce meaningful results!”
“I didn’t think I’d master Ghouls in just a few days!”
“I learned that the human body is far more resilient than expected!”
Aaron waved his hand dismissively.
“Never mind the grades or penalties—this is personal reflection, so speak freely about any shortcomings too.”
At his word, Aseraz and other students raised their hands.
“I felt like I’d die from stress and insomnia!”
“Having to rely only on Ghouls the entire exam left me frustrated!”
“Right.”
Aaron nodded and walked about the room.
“Going forward, our faculty will continue to stress you in various ways, impose restrictions, bind your hands and feet, and coerce you. From your perspective, it may feel as harsh as being forced to drop out. But.”
He lifted his head.
“You will grow accordingly. Beyond what you achieved advancing from first to second year. Remember: second year is the period of the greatest growth in Kizen’s three-year curriculum. For tonight, rest early and focus on recovery.”
The students answered with energy.
“Yes, Professor!”
“Thank you for your guidance!”

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Once the exam ended, the entire Summoning Department returned to Rocksum via Teleport Magic Circle.
Most of them, Simon included, had stayed up all night preparing for the test, and their condition showed it.
After returning to the Dormitory, Simon asked for a day off from Student Council duties and spent the entire day sleeping.
He remembered collapsing into bed, but when he opened his eyes, it was already morning the next day.
‘Wow, I was completely out cold.’
All the accumulated exhaustion had hit him at once.
Still, after a good night’s sleep, his head felt clear and refreshed. His roommate Toto was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world.
Simon rubbed his eyes and got up from bed, walking toward the bathroom.
‘Well, I woke up fairly early for once.’
He checked his schedule for the week.
Today was filled with general and elective subjects. He had plenty of time before his first class—Elementary Dark Magic.
‘I should go to the Bath House.’
He wanted to relax and soak in hot water to ease the lingering fatigue.
He grabbed a towel and some basic toiletries, then opened his Dormitory Room door.
‘Huh?’
Something was blocking the door. When he opened it fully and checked, several boxes were sitting in front of his Dormitory Room.
Wondering if they’d been delivered to the wrong place, he checked the recipient’s name.
—To Simon Polentia.
—From the Student Council President of Kizen.
They were definitely addressed to him.
Inside were expensive wines, luxurious desserts, and even high-quality necromancer equipment.
‘What’s all this about?’
Since there were so many items to unpack, he pushed the boxes into his room first and then headed to the Bath House.
“President.”
Students stopped him on the way.
“Someone asked us to give this to you.”
“And this here.”
“Look, why do I have to run these errands?”
“A 3rd Year Senior asked us… we don’t know who it was…”
By the time he returned from the Bath House, Simon’s arms were full of gifts.
“???”
He had no idea what was happening.
Was someone playing a prank? Was there some new school holiday he’d missed? It wasn’t even his birthday yet.
Back in his Dormitory Room, Simon set the gifts on his desk with a troubled expression.
‘…This makes me uneasy.’
As Student Council President, it could cause complications if he carelessly opened gifts from people whose names he didn’t even know. Merin had certainly warned him about that before.
Simon tidied up his desk, changed into his School Uniform, and headed down to the Dormitory lobby.
“Oh, President!”
“Hey! Did you eat breakfast?”
He was receiving far more greetings than usual. Even students he’d never spoken to before were smiling and saying hello.
In fact.
“Oh, Student Council President! You’re working hard as always!”
“Thanks for everything you do for the school!”
Even the 3rd Year Seniors who had never acknowledged him as Student Council President were now greeting him with smiles, some even patting his shoulder encouragingly as they walked past.
‘…What on earth is going on?’
At this point, it was less flattering than it was unsettling.
The people greeting him had something in common.
They were watching for his reaction.
Not observing Simon’s reaction, but watching how the other students around them would respond.
It felt like if someone made the first move, something significant was about to happen.
Sensing the ominous atmosphere, Simon quickly headed to the Study Hall to gather his textbooks.
“Simon Polentia.”
But there was someone there too.
A man was leaning against the Study Hall door with his arms crossed—it was Hector. He still looked displeased, likely bearing the weight of yesterday’s exam defeat.
Simon forced a smile and greeted him.
“Hey, how’s it going, Hector?”
“Leonard returned yesterday.”
Hector let out a long sigh, as if he couldn’t fathom why he had to be the one delivering this message.
“I should at least pay my respects, shouldn’t I?”
‘……All of a sudden?’
Leonard was fourth in his entire third-year class and the Summoning Department’s representative.
While it was true he held the highest position here, Simon couldn’t see why they’d need to go out of their way to greet him.
Simon was about to voice his reluctance when—
“No, no, that won’t be necessary.”
Both of them flinched and turned their heads at once.
Leonard himself had appeared before them.
Clad in light training clothes as if he’d just gone for an early morning run, he wore a crimson jacket and radiated an aura from his entire body.
‘Whatever the occasion,’
he was strong.
That was the unmistakable impression he gave.
“Good morning, sir.”
Hector bowed deeply, and Simon offered a slight nod as well.
Somehow,
Simon had a premonition they wouldn’t be escaping this encounter easily.
“Ha! Don’t be so tense. I just wanted to chat about school matters for a bit.”
Leonard flashed his characteristic good-natured smile and scratched the back of his neck with an air of awkwardness.
“Truth is, a junior I know personally asked me for a favor. Ah, where do I even begin……”
“Leonard.”
Leonard’s eyes narrowed, and he turned to look behind him.
Benya, a third-year wearing a golden badge on her school uniform just as he did, approached with the sharp click-click of her footsteps.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
Her voice was ice-cold. Leonard turned to face her with a laugh.
“Good morning, Benya.”
“I asked what you’re doing.”
“Is a department representative asking a junior how they’re doing this morning really such a serious matter that you’d phrase it as ‘what are you doing’?”
Benya’s gaze sharpened.
“Well, if you’ve finished asking about my morning, we’re done here. Come along, everyone.”
She looped an arm around Simon’s shoulder and pulled him away. Leonard clicked his tongue but said nothing more.
That was when Hector spoke up.
“Senior, you needn’t have bothered appealing to him like that.”
Leonard laughed loudly.
“Well, it can’t be helped. I was hoping Aezel would be back before this season started, but it is what it is.”

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Simon made it downstairs safely with his textbook in hand.
“Thank you for that, Benya. Is something the matter?”
“Hmm—”
She smiled mysteriously.
“Having us stick together all the time looks suspicious. I’ll head off here.”
“What?”
“See you later!”
With that, Benya hurried away.
‘???’
What did she mean, sticking together looked suspicious?
As time passed, one question piled onto another.
Simon approached the window and peered out cautiously.
‘Oh!’
Murmur, murmur, murmur!
Students were clustered and chattering in front of the dormitory entrance. From the snippets he caught—mentions of his name and the Student Council President—it was clear they were looking for him.
“Good morning, Simon.”
It was then.
A dark-haired girl walked toward him, completely unaffected by the changed atmosphere around them. She seemed utterly unchanged from her usual self.
“Oh, hello, Lorain! Do you happen to know what today is?”
“What today is……? I’m not sure.”
Lorain didn’t seem to know either.
Simon paused thoughtfully before speaking.
“What do you have this morning?”
“Poison Magic class.”
“I’m in Dark Reversal Magic. The classroom isn’t far from here—want to walk together?”
Simon made the proposal with desperate hope, and she gave a light nod.
“Sure, let’s do that.”
‘Perfect!’
So Simon led Lorain outside. The murmuring students caught sight of him.
“…….”
“…….”
Just as planned.
Coming out with Lorain had been an inspired choice.
Seeing him chatting easily with Neftis’s daughter, no one dared to approach. Even those impressive 3rd Year students kept their eyes on the Rector’s daughter.
“Let’s go.”
Simon quickly shaped a Golem Core into a board.
“Hold tight. We’re taking off.”
Lorain climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Wheeee—!
The watching students gazed after Simon’s receding figure with regretful sighs.

* * *
“Hey, Simon!”
It was only after meeting Dick in the Elementary Dark Magic Classroom that all his questions were answered.
Dick grinned and slung an arm around Simon’s neck.
“Nice escape, huh? Merin was making such a fuss about how she had to take you somewhere.”
“……Just explain what all this commotion is about.”
“Right, you didn’t come to the Student Council Office yesterday, so you wouldn’t know. This is it—starting today.”
Dick grinned widely and gave him a thumbs up.
“Club Season! The silent war of Kizen to secure activity funds!”
Simon let out an empty laugh.
‘……When did Club Season turn into a funding war?’

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