Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 546

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 546
Dick led Simon, Fitzgerald, and Toto around to the nearby club booths, giving them a tour.
“I asked the servants to bring over the materials we need for decorating the booth, you see?”
Dick continued speaking as he casually draped an arm around Fitzgerald’s neck.
“While they’re doing that, we’ll spy on the competition and figure out what we’re missing.”
“Understood.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses and nodded.
“This is the first time I’ve properly introduced myself, but my name is—”
“Twentieth rank overall, Fitzgerald.”
Fitzgerald’s eyes widened. Dick seemed to enjoy that reaction, rattling off the information with practiced ease.
“Hobbies: reading. Specialty: philosophical debate. Recent point of pride: thirty gold luxury glasses.”
“……How did you know that?”
“Ha! This is how I make my living, so don’t worry about it. Anyway.”
Dick stopped walking and swept his arm wide to one side.
“Take a look at the competitors you’re up against. You too, Toto.”
“Oh, yeah!”
Fitzgerald and Toto’s gaze slowly swept around the circle of club booths, then returned. Dick grinned and spoke.
“Getting the picture now? Why they’re thriving and why you lot crashed and burned?”
“Not at all.”
Fitzgerald lifted his glasses up onto his forehead.
“I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
Toto also hesitated awkwardly.
Dick turned to Simon, mouthing “Are these two just not very bright?” Simon remained silent and looked away, pretending not to notice.
“All right, fine! No need to overthink this!”
Dick pointed ahead.
“The Culinary Club. They’re running an actual full-scale restaurant, captivating new students with taste and aroma. They’re showing exactly what the club does at a glance! New members eat free. That’s good sense right there.”
Dick pointed to the opposite side.
“The Physical Club is wearing nothing but pants slathered in oil, mesmerizing students with the beauty of muscle. The Sword Club has laid out an impressive blade collection to grab attention, and the Transformation Club has a member shift into a cat—students guess which one’s the real cat.”
Having said all that, Dick shrugged.
“See? Each club showcases something that matches its character.”
“How strange.”
Fitzgerald tilted his head.
“If that’s the feedback, we’re already doing—”
“You’re not talking about that hideous Siren Chimera and the Deathwim that makes people gag and vomit, are you?”
Fitzgerald’s expression turned indignant, but Dick shook his head firmly and continued.
“Match each club’s character, sure—but the real key is placing elements that appeal to the general public, to everyone. You know what I mean? Like those cute little summoned creatures that girls go crazy for?”
“There’s a mini ‘Abomination’ Chimera made from rat and rabbit parts. It’s small and cute—”
“Rejected, customer.”
Faced with a graver situation than he’d expected, Dick let out a heavy sigh.
“Never mind preserving the club’s individuality for now. Let’s tackle something more fundamental, more essential.”
Dick clapped his hands together sharply.
“What draws human beings in?”
As if a topic worthy of discussion had finally arrived, Fitzgerald’s eyes lit up.
“The drive to seek truth and infinite intellectual curiosity.”
“……Can somebody please gag this kid?”
Dick grumbled and pressed on.
“Let me put it more simply. What draws teenage boys and girls? The answer is: romantic interest!”
Fitzgerald nodded.
“The opposite gender. I agree.”
“Oh, you do? Now we’re getting somewhere.”
Dick shrugged and raised his voice.
“Look, let’s be honest—what does a seventeen-year-old kid want? Romance! Excitement! First love! Campus dates! Boys! Girls! Love! It’s all that stuff! Look over there!”
Male students handing out flyers became visible in the alley ahead.
All of them were immaculately dressed in suits, with faces carved from stone. As they handed out flyers to passing female students and naturally struck up conversation, the freshman noblewoman girls turned red as beets at their polished approach.
One girl even took her flyer, adjusted her hairstyle a bit, made another loop around, and came back for another one from them.
“And look there too!”
On the opposite side of the alley were second-year female students. Some were in dangerously short cheerleading uniforms, while others had brought along maid costumes.
As the beautiful senior girls latched onto the first-year boys’ arms and wheedled them to join, the boys signed membership applications as if enchanted.
A completely different world had opened up here.
“W-What in the world is all this!”
Toto spoke with a flushed face.
“Crude. And vulgar.”
Fitzgerald bristled as well. Simon, who had been watching quietly, smiled wryly and spoke.
“You just agreed to taking an interest in the opposite gender.”
“That’s different from reason. It’s closer to animal instinct.”
He adjusted his glasses as he spoke.
“The name ‘Elite Kizen’ rings hollow. From the start, I have no intention of accepting 1st Years who are drawn in by such methods.”
At those words, Dick’s eyes flared wide.
“You! Have no right to mock them! Fitzgerald!”
He pointed at the female student dressed in a maid outfit, his voice trembling with fury.
“Do you think they do this because they enjoy it? Everyone wants comfort and wants to be treated well when they’ve set the mood! These kids who actually go out in the field and run on their own two feet—they know! What’s more effective! Which approach yields greater results!”
Fitzgerald didn’t back down, his eyes flashing.
The Mutation Club has its own philosophy. Rather than accept 1st Years twisted by such methods as club members, I’d rather continue with only upperclassmen next year.”
“That’s wrong! You’re thinking about this all wrong! First, people need to come. Only then will people emerge who can appreciate that philosophy and values of yours. Like this, there’s nothing—just ‘0’! Zero possibility, zero future!”
“……Dick, calm down a bit.”
Simon stopped Dick. He wondered why he’d gotten so worked up.
“Look, you stand there with your dignity intact, calling the kids who run in the field crude and vulgar! And you parade your exacting standards before the masses. How arrogant and foolish is that? Compare that to someone who, with some embarrassment, works hard, recruits many members, and achieves results—and you, who only mock them and produce nothing!”
He pointed at Fitzgerald with his index finger, his voice cold.
“Which one is more true to Kizen?”
“…….”
Fitzgerald’s pupils wavered. He turned his head away and adjusted his glasses.
“I lack confidence in appearance or charm.”
“Phew.”
Dick brushed his bangs to the side.
“That doesn’t matter. Whether you wear a doll mask or makeup, what matters is the resolve to draw people in! That itself is what’s important.”
Dick spoke like this and walked ahead.
“Let’s head back to the booth. The materials should have arrived by now, right?”

* * *
When they arrived at the booth, the minions had already brought everything. Under Dick’s command, everyone worked together to remake the booth.
First they stripped away those grotesque occult decorations and replaced them with clean interior design, then changed the Mutation Club lettering on the roof for better readability.
They hung photos of amusing summoned creatures on the walls, and had Toto call the foul-smelling Deathwim into a pocket dimension.
“You’re doing great!”
Meanwhile, a Siren summoned creature was performing the ball juggling trick with six arms, whooshing back and forth. Fitzgerald, controlling it from behind with his will, pushed his glasses up.
“This much is basic.”
Then, with an expression as if something had broken, he hung his head low.
“Yet somehow it feels like I’m losing…….”
“Haha! In the name of business, do whatever is popular and catches people’s eyes!”
Just then, Toto poked his head out from behind a tent pole.
“Hey, Dick! Are we really doing this in this outfit?”
“Of course I…… huh?”
Toto emerged with his face flushed red.
He wore a loose, long one-piece dress and had on a long-haired wig. Dick let out a gasp of admiration at how well it suited him.
“Perfect! You’re like a delicate, sickly beauty measured with a ruler!”
“……Dick.”
Simon sighed and glared at Dick.
“Don’t joke around with Toto like that.”
“A joke? I’m always serious. This is the only way to save your dying club!”
“……If the only way we can survive is through Toto’s cross-dressing, then I’d sooner see us perish.”
“Ahem! Let’s not say that! We have tools to gather girls, but we lack tools to gather boys, so we had no choice.”
Dick thrust half the flyers into Toto’s hands and shouted.
“Go! The Mutation Club’s secret weapon! Recruit the 1st Year juniors!”
“I don’t want to! How can I possibly……!”
“Don’t worry! We did makeup too, and no one will recognize you.”
Swayed by Dick’s honeyed words about makeup and anonymity, Toto, who had been refusing, began to waver.
“R-really? They won’t recognize me? Right?”
“I, the Secretary General of Kizen, guarantee it! Now go!”
Toto departed with an anxious expression, and this time Dick looked at Simon.
“And Simon! How much longer are you going to hang back like that? Your clubmates are working their tails off—you should help somehow.”
Simon blinked.
“You know how it is. I’m the Student Council President. Wouldn’t it look like I’m directly favoring one club?”
“Hehe! I figured you’d say that, so I sent messengers to ask Professor Jane earlier—and she said the budget allocation criteria are clear this year, so lending a hand lightly on the final day is perfectly fine.”
Flap!
Dick tapped Simon’s Student Council President coat with a meaningful smile.
“The hero of that famous entrance ceremony rescue operation! Let’s put that famous name to good use, shall we?”
Simon felt his body trembling with unease.

* * *
At that same moment.
Princess Molly was strolling through the Central Plaza alone.
“…….”
The friends who’d come to watch the Seiweir performance had scattered one by one, leaving her standing by herself.
Second-year students who spotted Molly descended like hyenas from every direction.
“Your Highness, club activities are truly the flower of Kizen, are they not!”
“We would be honored if you would join our research society!”
“Your Highness, if we may escort you…….”
Molly coldly shook her head and kept walking.
“I’m sorry.”
She’d wanted to leisurely browse the booths like the other first-years and sample various activities. But senior students recognizing her everywhere came swarming in, leaving her completely overwhelmed.
“All of you, back off! Hey! I said back off!”
Cutting through the club members trying to drag her away, a sharp-tongued second-year stepped directly in front of her.
It was Elisa, the director of Noble. Other members surrounded her.
“Princess Molly! We’ve been waiting for you! Come with us, won’t you.”
Elisa spoke with a respectful bow.
“Of course! When you become a second-year, I’ll guarantee you the director’s position. Following in your brother Andre’s footsteps…….”
“……You mean my brother Andre.”
Princess Molly’s expression turned ice cold.
“The same brother who used blackmail to work classmates like personal maids, who abused school authority and budget, who dragged the Kingdom Black Knight Order’s honor through the mud, and who brought hardship upon Senior Simon.”
Wait, that’s not right.
Elisa’s face fell into confusion.
“P-Princess, that’s……!”
“I’m sorry, but I will absolutely not be joining Noble.”
Molly walked briskly and disappeared into the crowd.
Elisa and the other Noble members stood stunned, having fully expected Molly to join them—as if they’d been struck from behind.
‘Let me just confirm one last thing and then head back.’
Molly slipped through the crowd with a weary expression.
She pulled out the Booth Layout Map from her school uniform pocket and was studying it intently.
Smack!
Without warning, an elbow slammed directly into her face. She let out a muffled gasp and toppled to the ground.
‘?!’
She’d never been hit on the cheek in her entire life. Clutching her nose, she made a soundless cry.
“Oh, sorry.”
A voice came from above.
When Molly looked up, she saw a female student sitting on an elevated chair, holding an enormous three-tier cake.
“Didn’t see you there.”
Short chestnut hair, dark muscovado-colored eyes set in a pale face.
And an unmistakable aura of malevolence.
‘……Could it be!’
Molly, clutching her aching nose, looked at her with tension written across her face.
The undisputed strongest first-year.
Special Case #1, Sasha Andrasil, stood right before her eyes.

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