Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 547

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 547
‘Special Case #1, Sasha Andrasil.’
An existence so utterly unknown that her latent talents cannot be fully gauged.
While she displayed the typical profile of a novice Necromancer—weak in coursework and theory—her performance in real combat was strangely exceptional. Even in duel evaluations, she consistently dominated students from the Top Squad.
Not a few of the school’s elders had drawn comparisons to last year’s Special Case #1, Simon Polentia.
…….
Sasha regarded the fallen Molly with an impassive expression, then extended her hand and spoke.
“You alright?”
Her nose stung, but fortunately there was no blood. Molly nodded and pressed both palms against the ground.
“I can get up on my own—kyaaaah?”
Suddenly her back was shoved upward by a tremendous force, and her body was practically yanked to its feet. Her hand brushed against Sasha’s outstretched palm almost by accident.
“Good, then.”
Sasha spoke the words curtly and released Molly’s hand, turning her attention away. Molly quickly glanced back.
‘A plant?’
Vines had sprouted from the ground and pushed her upright.
Dark Magic potent enough to lift a person to their feet.
Ahhh—
When Molly turned her gaze forward again, she saw Sasha with her mouth open wide toward a massive Three-Tiered Cake.
Despite her innocent appearance, her jaw unhinged dramatically as she devoured the cake with ravenous energy—chomp, chomp, chomp—with absolutely no grace whatsoever.
‘Um… oh.’
Molly stood transfixed, watching Sasha consume the enormous Three-Tiered Cake in moments until it vanished entirely.
With cream smeared all around her mouth, Sasha reached out and grabbed a chicken leg from the plate.
Munch-munch—like a starving bandit, she demolished the food before her with a complete absence of refinement.
“What are you staring at?”
Sasha spoke between hurried mouthfuls. Molly, whose composure had stiffened slightly at the mention of the notable name Special Case #1, turned her head away.
‘What… what kind of club is this?’

The Gourmet Club’s booth operated like a street food stall. Besides Sasha, other students sat in chairs, laughing and chattering as they ate.
“Want some?”
Snap!
A chicken leg halted mere inches from Molly’s neck, poised like a dagger’s tip. Molly’s pupils trembled as she stared at it.
“An apology for hitting you earlier. My treat.”
…….
Molly’s brows drew together instinctively. To hold a chicken leg barehanded and offer it to someone in such a manner.
While she tried her best to mingle with commoners without prejudice, this struck her as a breach of basic human courtesy—not a matter of rank, but of decorum itself.
Moreover, having spent her entire life eating palace cuisine in the royal court, street food held no appeal for Molly.
That yellow sauce and red sauce. And some strange powder. It looked unbearably spicy, salty, and harsh.
Most troubling of all was the hygiene.
“I… have no appetite.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Sasha whisked the chicken leg back to her own mouth in an instant, bit off a crude chunk, and spoke.
“You’ve got the look of someone dripping with nobility.”
“……!”
Molly’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Are you picking a fight with me?”
“I don’t understand people who refuse to eat just because they lack appetite.”
She gnawed on the chicken leg as she spoke.
“I ate everything to survive. I dug through garbage bins, chewed on shoe leather, drank water pooled on rooftops.
When that meaty chicken leg vanished from her mouth, it left only white bone behind.
“When rotting bread scraps lay scattered on the ground, I wept with gratitude to the heavens. I thought, ‘With this, I can live another two days.’ Ever since then, I haven’t refused food. I eat whatever comes with a thankful heart.”
…….
Molly bit down on her lower lip.
The moment Sasha reached for another chicken leg.
Snatch!
Molly snatched the chicken leg away with a sullen expression, squeezed her eyes shut, and bit into the meat. She felt the thick texture of chicken coupled with the spicy, salty seasonings flooding her mouth.
‘This tastes awful!’
Molly’s inner voice grew tearful. Sasha let out a soft chuckle at the sight.
“You didn’t have to force yourself.”
“The hunger and suffering of the people are the crown’s responsibility.”
Molly said this as she methodically chewed down to the bone.
“I know this won’t ease your pain, but the direction our royal house must take…….”
“I’m from a neutral zone, though.”
At that, Molly’s mouth fell open.
Her nose reddened belatedly.
“W-what, you! You weren’t deliberately testing me because I’m a commoner from Dressen?”
“Why would I do that.”
Sasha let out a short laugh.
“Ah, that graceful face. Now I remember. Molly Dressen. Special Case #10, the Last-Place Special.”
Molly’s entire face flushed crimson.
“W-who, who’s the Last-Place Special!”
“Isn’t that what they call Special Case #10?”
“How disrespectful!”
“Wow, that royal accent from Kizen. Did you have trouble adapting or something?”
“You! So you really were trying to make fun of me?”
Molly glared at Sasha with a hard set to her jaw.
For all Kizen’s talk of equality transcending rank and status, Molly was nothing less than royalty of an entire nation.
While no one with a shred of nerve would openly call her “Last-Place Special” behind her back, hearing it thrown directly in her face struck like a thunderbolt.
“Thank you for the meal.”
Sasha said this as she hopped down from the tall chair.
“I finished the entire Champion Gourmet Full Set, so I get it free, right?”
“Wow, you really ate all that!”
The 2nd-year club president who’d been preparing food hurried over.
“You’re incredible talent! Won’t you join our Gourmet Club? When you’re a 2nd-year, I can even promise you the president position——!”
“I’m sorry, senior.”
Sasha bowed her head slightly.
“I already have a club I want to join.”
“Ah, I see! That’s a shame.”
The Gourmet Club president turned away with a regretful smack of his lips.
It was just as Sasha pulled out a Club Booth Map from her pocket.
“Apologize!”
Molly protested shrilly.
“For what?”
“For insulting me by calling me Last-Place Special!”
“Why make such a fuss over that. How petty.”
“P-petty? Apologize for that too!”
“Everyone behind your back calls you Last-Place Princess, you know.”
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
It was the one sore spot for Molly, who’d come to Kizen through special admission and become a Necromancer.
She’d received the lowest number: 10.
At first, the joy of being admitted to Kizen had overshadowed it, but gradually this number had begun to gnaw at her.
It felt as if——
Kizen had been treating the royal house with a hint of subtle condescension.
‘Honored Neftis! Why am I number 10, and why is someone like that number 1?’
She’d wanted to lodge a complaint with Neftis herself.
Of course, Molly had opened her Core relatively late, but the Student Council President Simon, whom she admired most, and even Sasha here—Special Case #1—were also known to have opened theirs late.
“Apologize already!”
“Fine. I’m sorry.”
“Again, properly! Put some heart into it!”
“How am I supposed to put heart into an apology you’re commanding me to give?”
Grrrgh!
Molly’s face flushed to its absolute limit as she spoke loudly.
“I won’t forget this humiliation! You know what they say—the last one to laugh is the real winner. When I’m a 2nd-year, I’m the one who’ll be valedictorian!”
Sasha’s lips curved into a slight smile.
“Good luck just staying in the Top 10.”
Sparks crackled in the eyes of the two as they glared at each other.
Then they both turned their heads with a huff and unfolded the booth guide.
Thump, thump.
The two moved forward simultaneously, examining the Club Booth Map.
As they walked through the same direction and down the same alleyway, their footsteps matched perfectly.
“Stop following me.”
Sasha spoke.
“You’re following me!”
Molly replied.
The two of them came to a halt simultaneously as they finally reached their destination.

Beads of sweat rolled down Molly’s face.
‘Wow, quite a crowd.’
She’d expected the Summoning Department club to be quiet, but a fair number of people had gathered.
Of course, at the center of it all—
“Student Council President!”
Simon’s presence was overwhelming as he handed out flyers with an embarrassed smile.
“Ha ha, there’s plenty for everyone, so no fighting—just take them.”
“Could I have two?”
“Will you sign the flyer for me?”
Was this a club recruitment booth or Simon Polentia’s fan club?
Simon’s popularity was considerable—he’d become a legend for rescuing first-year students, regardless of gender.
“……It’s this easy? All the effort I’ve put in until now……”
Enrollment forms were piling up, but the club president with glasses seemed to feel nothing but deep despair.
“Oh, hello! First-years!”
Just as the two were standing there uncertainly, Toto approached hesitantly.
“W-would you like to take one of these……? Of course, I’m not forcing you—only if you’d like!”
“Thank you.”
Molly smiled prettily and accepted it with both hands respectfully. Sasha nodded and took hers as well, scanning it quickly.

-An Undead Research Society, but we welcome any distinctive summoned creature.
-Home to Simon Polentia.
Sasha looked up after reviewing the flyer.
“Excuse me, but is this club only for Summoning Department applicants?”
“Wh-wh-wh-what?! ‘Excuse me’?!”
Toto recoiled in shock, hastily covering their body.
“I’m a boy!”
“I see. My apologies.”
Sasha moved forward without apparent concern, as if indifferent to such things, then turned back toward Molly.
“Molly, are you joining this club too?”
Molly answered with a still-sullen expression.
“What’s it to you?”
“Not much.”
Sasha replied coldly and continued walking.
Molly hurried after her.
But then—
The cross-dressing senior from earlier was sprawled flat on the ground.
“I-I sincerely apologize! Your Highness? Or is it Your Lordship? Either way, I didn’t recognize you……!”
“It’s fine! Please don’t do this in Kizen, senior.”
While Molly was frantically helping Toto up, Sasha walked boldly forward with a grin and spoke.
“Hi, Simon.”
!
The chaos around Simon fell silent in an instant.
The first-years surrounding him recoiled in shock, their expressions asking if she’d lost her mind.
But then—
Simon’s face broke into a bright smile when he saw Sasha.
“Sasha! You’re here!”
He was accepting this?
Sasha pushed through the bewildered first-years and grabbed his arm.
“I want to join Simon’s club too.”
“Oh, you want to? I’d definitely feel more assured with you here.”
“So I just fill out an Enrollment Form with my name?”
“Wait, wait, wait just a minute!”
Molly’s face flushed crimson as she shoved Sasha aside.
“That’s completely disrespectful! How dare you call the Student Council President—calling him—c-calling him ‘brother’? You’re not even seven or eight years old!”
Sasha laughed lightly and spoke.
“What’s it to you? I’ve called her that way for ages.”
Sasha turned the words right back at Simon with a slight smile. He nodded and reached over to ruffle her hair the way one might with a younger sister.
“Looks like you really are hitting puberty hard, Sasha.”
“That’s what Kamibarez said?”
“No comment.”
Sasha laughed—a perfectly ordinary laugh, nothing like the sharp edge from moments before.
‘Ah.’
These two.
They seemed remarkably close.
“Princess Molly, what a pleasant surprise.”
While Sasha was signing the Enrollment Form, Simon approached Molly.
“Thank you for helping us during the Tarados Incident, Your Highness. Did you come to see the booth?”
“Student Council President.”
Her voice suddenly dropped lower, and Simon’s eyes widened slightly.
“Yes, what is it? Your Highness.”
“W-well, since this is Kizen…….”
Her face had flushed crimson, and she spoke with downcast eyes and hesitation.
“……Could you perhaps call me just Molly from now on?”

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