Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 543

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 543
The new club policy was established. With Jane’s approval safely secured, the Student Council moved forward without hesitation.
As important as the policy itself was its promotion. The Student Council’s direct subordinates distributed the printed materials Simon had requested to each dormitory and plastered them around campus. With so many hands, everything went smoothly.
The day grew dark. That evening, there was a booth selection procedure to be held during the club season.
Dick, who had been staring at the firmly shut Student Council Building door, gave the signal.
“Open up!”
Creak!
The moment the Student Council Building door swung open, club leaders poured inside like a horde of zombies.
“Everyone, please maintain order and form a line!”
“Calm yourselves and stand in single file, please!”
The direct subordinates managed the crowd. They waited in a line in front of the Student Council Room, where they caught sight of a banner stuck on the wall.
“Uh, what’s this?”
“The new club season — they changed things like this?”
Just as had been discussed beforehand, the Student Council publicly disclosed the criteria for budget distribution to all students.
The most important criteria were “number of members” and “member retention and management.”
And there was talk that they had to submit a monthly performance report to receive any budget at all.
“……Write a report?”
“Aren’t they getting a little carried away just because they’re in the Student Council now? We should just do things as we did before.”
There were club leaders who grumbled.
“It’s not a bad thing.”
“I thought they’d skim some money off, but it looks like they’re giving it all out.”
Most club leaders thought that while writing reports was tedious, it was better than suffering unknown disadvantages in the budget.
In particular, the Noble club — a typical example of a privileged organization — had small but elite membership and had leveraged their powerful influence to pressure the Student Council, securing substantial budgets and living lavishly.
But with this year’s policy change, transformation was inevitable.
“Look at this! It’s chaos, chief! What are we going to do?”
A female member of Noble who came with her grabbed the leader’s shoulders, shaking them excitedly.
Last year’s Noble leader was Princess Molly’s brother, now-exiled Prince Andre of Kizen, but this year’s Noble leader was Elisa Selin, a 2nd Year ranked seventh, from the Phantom Ship.
Elisa began evading her eyes as she spoke.
“Well, if the Student Council President decided it that way, we should follow……”
When the female member’s eyes began to narrow, Elisa quickly cried out.
“N-no, even so, Noble is Noble after all — they’ll obviously give us more! I’ll make sure of it!”
“That’s right? You’re the best, Elisa!”
‘Sigh.’
The truth was, for Elisa, club matters mattered little at the moment.
The reason she was trying to make a good impression on Simon was because of a large-scale business project the Selin Family was planning to undertake.
It was set to proceed through cooperation with Kizen, and if someone of Student Council President rank objected, it would become troublesome, so she had been trying to curry favor in advance.
‘If I don’t secure the budget, the 3rd years will harass me to death, and if I complain to Simon, the family business is hanging by a thread.’
She scratched her head in distress, anguished over the situation.
‘I should never have taken this club leader position!’
At Kizen, it was customary for 2nd years to take leadership positions in clubs instead of busy 3rd years who had external commitments. The 2nd years were also the driving force in club management.
While Elisa was working through complex calculations in her mind, the line shortened, and suddenly it was her turn.
“Your turn next. Come inside.”
A subordinate bowed and spoke. Elisa snorted dismissively and forced herself to walk into the Student Council Room with studied confidence.
Tap-tap-
Ahead, she saw Vice President Merin sitting at a single desk. She held both a booth placement diagram for the club season and a list with club names written on it.
At the larger desk behind her, Dick and Kamibarez were speaking with a previous club leader.
And slightly further back, a boy observing the scene while scratching away with a quill pen.
Student Council President Simon Polentia was visible.
“Hey.”
Merin greeted her with an expression that was far from friendly. A vein bulged on Elisa’s forehead.
‘……This rude stuck-up brat.’
Merin and Elisa had been rivals since their 1st year.
But since Elisa was the one at a disadvantage today, she forced a smile and returned the greeting with “hey.”
“Name.”
“Hehe, Vice President. You don’t know my name?”
“State your name.”
“Right, Elisa Selin.”
Merin nodded and wrote her name down on the list.
“Club name?”
Bang!
At that moment, the female student who came with Elisa slammed her hand on Merin’s desk.
“Why are you being difficult when you already know? Don’t you know we’re part of the Noble?”
…….
Merin’s face turned cold as she shot a glance toward Elisa.
Her expression asked: What is this?
“Aha! She’s just a member who came along!”
Elisa panicked and clamped her hand over her friend’s mouth. Antagonizing Merin here was the last thing she needed.
“Since I’m the club president, I’ll handle this! Vice President, keep going!”
Merin wrote “Noble” on the form with a sullen expression.
“This year’s Club Season is being held at the 1st Year Campus Central Plaza. You just choose the booth you want.”
“Of course, we’re definitely going to—”
Just as she had done last year, Elisa’s hand froze as it reached for the largest and most spacious booth on the layout.
Another name was already written there.
[Hematology Research Club, Sadam.]
“What—what is this!”
Sadam had claimed this spot?
While Elisa stood stunned, her friend suddenly burst forward and shouted.
“Hold on! This is our booth! Who chose this one!”
“Your eyes need checking?”
Merin rested her chin on her hand and replied curtly.
“It says Sadam right there.”
“This has been the Noble’s booth spot for over ten years! You should’ve had the sense to reserve it for us! Are you people at the Student Council just phoning it in?”
“The Student Council doesn’t work for you. So why would we be phoning it in?”
The female student’s jaw dropped.
“Is this how you’re going to act? Do you even know who the 3rd Year seniors in the Noble are?”
“Exactly—”
Merin rose from her chair.
“You people show up late and then complain to me?”
The sheer force she radiating in that moment made the female student flinch.
“Did you not know booths are first-come-first-served? Or did you know and just come late because you thought you’d get special treatment with your thick skull? If the Noble seniors have a problem, I’ll tell them: these brats were too lazy to arrive on time, so they lost the good booth. And if you want to lodge a complaint, take it up with Sadam. Why are you making a scene with us when we’re operating neutrally.”
“You, you—! Do you know who I am!”
“What, pulling family rank from Kizen when you’re not even a 1st Year? If you’re so upset, go pick a fight with the Ivory Tower. You think you can?”
The female student’s face flushed crimson as her words began to stammer—stuttering uselessly.
It seemed as though she had never experienced such humiliation before, or perhaps her mind had simply shut down entirely.
“Get out of here, Noble.”
Merin sat back down and crossed out Noble’s name with her Quill Pen.
“Next.”
“W-wait!”
In the end, the damage control fell to Elisa, the club president.
She quickly ushered her crying friend out of the Student Council Room and rushed back to her seat.
“I-I’m sorry. Vice President! We’ll take this spot instead!”
Elisa selected the second-best location. When Merin let out a sigh, her bangs fluttered gently with the breath.
“If your seniors really have an issue, talk to Sadam about it. It’s possible to swap booths by mutual agreement.”
“Ah. Yes. Understood!”
Of course, there would be a price to pay to Sadam for that.

Merin wrote the Noble’s name on the booth assignment and gestured toward the door. Now that they were registered, they needed to leave.

‘Sigh.’
Elisa endured the throbbing headache and moved on to the next applicant.
“Welcome!”
Kamibarez, sitting at the desk, greeted them with a bright smile.
“That was hilarious, seriously.”
Dick, standing beside her, was doubling over with laughter.
“Why did she have the nerve to mouth off to Merin? She knows what kind of temper she has.”
“…Ah, no idea. She must be from a lower class and didn’t know.”
Elisa said this while glancing at Kamibarez—a signal to get started.
Kamibarez picked up the form.
“Do you need a budget allocation for the Club Season this time around?”
“Of course. We need to put up Banners, print materials, and all sorts of other things.”
“Well, client. Speaking that way will be a problem.”
Dick immediately shifted into business mode and slid the Quill Pen across the desk.
“You need to specify exactly where, what, and how you’re going to use the funds. Only then can we release the budget.”
Elisa picked up the Quill Pen that Dick offered, her expression one of disbelief.
“You guys always this strict?”
“Our Student Council President’s motto is: if you’re going to do it, do it right.”
Dick pointed behind him. Simon sat in the Student Council President’s chair, signing documents.
“But I’ll tell you this much — I’m proud of it.”
Dick spread his arms wide, grinning broadly.
“If you just do exactly what we ask, your club budget will be more than last year. Definitely more. Never less.”
……
“We don’t skim anything off the top in our Student Council.”

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The response to the new system was surprisingly positive.
In fact, Simon’s Student Council wasn’t the first to implement such a policy. When Merin looked into it, she found that there were Student Councils that had run similar systems, though rarely, and using their materials, they were able to prepare the framework in a short time.
The system changed depending on the Student Council President’s inclinations.
Under Phantasus, last year’s Student Council President, they maintained the old policy to nip in the bud any attempts by the Three Major Clubs to manipulate the Student Council from behind the scenes.
Now that only Noble remained among the Three Major Clubs, Simon could finally roll out new policies.
Once the booth assignments were finalized, large-scale installation work began at the 1st Year Campus Central Plaza.
Students and subordinates alike, plus hired contractors from outside, were mobilized to install the club booths and hang banners.
Some clubs simply set up simple shade canopies, while others constructed elaborate set designs or even prepared cooking facilities.
The plaza rang with the sound of hammering and construction.
Because it was the Necromancer School, Undead were constantly carrying lumber and steel rebar back and forth — quite a spectacle. Colorful Triangular Party Flags hung from the booth frames, and balloons and banners decorated the walls.
1st Year students heading to classes widened their eyes in wonder and craned their necks to get a better look at what was going on.
As time passed and the weekend drew near.
The Club Season began.
“Waaaaaah!”
An enormous crowd converged on the plaza. 1st Year students swarmed everywhere, examining the club booths.
The one time of year when seniors made fools of themselves in front of 1st Years. 2nd Year students in Mascot Costumes were handing out flyers, and ridiculous-looking makeup could be spotted here and there.
Simon and Dick had come out to inspect the venue.
“Isn’t this… a bit much?”
Simon chuckled and scratched the side of his head.
They could have just set up simple booths, but the Dungeon Research Club had constructed a massive artificial cave like something out of an amusement park. A sign on the front read .
Next to it was the Physical Club, measuring grip strength with Punch Machines to stir up the competitive spirit of the male students. Bang! Bang! The noise was everywhere.
“It’s definitely more elaborate than last year.”
“You lit this fire, Simon.”
Dick laughed, a knowing smirk on his face.
“Now that the number of club members matters more for getting the budget than last year, they’re all going all-out.”
Hmm.
As he casually surveyed the area, a full-scale recruitment war was already underway.
“Interested in the Flight Club?”
“The Transformation Club!”
“If you’re a real man, it’s the Physical Club!”
The competition to recruit new members was fierce. Seniors swarmed around bewildered 1st Years.
‘But something seems off…’
Simon folded his arms and let out a hollow laugh.
‘There seem to be more 2nd Years than 1st Years.’
“You two!”
Just then, Merin and Kamibarez came rushing over, hugging folders full of documents.
“We’ve got a problem!”
?
Dick straightened his Armband, his expression saying he knew something like this was coming.
“Let’s go.”

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