Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 548

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 548
“…would it be all right if you just called me Molly from now on?”
Simon regarded her with an awkward expression.
“But you’re of royal blood…”
“Before anything else, I’m a Necromancer of Kizen.”
She stepped forward as if unwilling to yield, placing a hand over her heart.
“Treat me as a fellow member of Kizen.”
“W-well, if you insist so firmly…”
Ahem.
Simon felt oddly embarrassed and cleared his throat before speaking in a measured tone.
“M-Molly. What brings you to our club?”
“Please don’t use formal speech either!”
“Oh, all right.”
Molly’s face finally broke into a bright smile.
“The truth is, I’d like to join the Student Council President’s club… oof!”
Suddenly, a Club Application Form flew from the neighboring table and smacked her across the face.
“Stop being shameless and fill that out.”
It was Sasha, sitting at the table beside them, who had thrown the form.
“…You!”
Molly yanked the paper down and flared up in anger. Then she caught sight of Simon next to her, blushed furiously with a sharp breath, and covered her face slightly with the application form.
“I’ll, I’ll go fill it out right away.”
“Yeah, take your time.”
Molly hurried over to the neighboring table, sat down, picked up a quill pen, and began writing on the Club Application Form.
But there was already something written in the name field.
[Applicant Name: Last-Coach Princess.]
“What is this!”
Molly’s face flushed crimson as she shot to her feet. Sasha turned away with a dismissive snort.
“What?”
“You! How long are you going to keep harassing me…!”
“Quiet, 1st Years.”
Fitzgerald spoke flatly, his eyes fixed ahead. The two girls immediately apologized and lowered their heads, returning to the application form.
Scratch, scratch.
Molly, her face still burning, drew two lines through the scrawled “Last-Coach Princess” and wrote her own name below in dignified, royal script.
‘Writing still makes me tense every time.’
Meanwhile, Sasha let out a long sigh as she moved her quill pen.
Having grown up as an orphan in Neutral Territory and never fully mastered the continental language, Pentamonium had drilled her relentlessly on writing before her enrollment.
The main reason was fear of being looked down on by her peers if the school discovered she couldn’t write properly. Adding the surname “Andrasil” after her name came from the same concern.
Still, her hard work had paid off. The thought of that Last-Coach Princess sneering, “My, can you believe there’s someone who can’t even write!” made her head burn with indignation.
Sasha, having finished first, approached with the Club Application Form, feeling inwardly satisfied.
“Is it all right if I leave this here?”
Fitzgerald, still staring blankly ahead, gave a small nod.
Several completed application forms already lay on the table, slightly scattered by the wind.
As she was gathering and tidying them up—
‘Oh.’
Sasha’s brow furrowed.
‘What’s he doing here of all places.’
[Applicant Name: Arthur Bleman.]
Sasha placed his application form on top of hers and went over to Simon to ask what was going on.
“Arthur?”
Simon snickered and pointed to the side.
“He just stared at that thing for twenty minutes, then said he wanted to join.”
Looking in the direction Simon indicated, she saw a Siren Chimera with six arms performing tricks while tossing a ball.
‘…Pathetic.’
That’s what Sasha thought.
‘This is irritating.’
Molly, who had submitted her application form moments later, felt the same way.
Just then, as if reading their thoughts, Fitzgerald’s eyes flickered with a sharp glint, and the girls quickly looked away.
Beep, beep.
An announcement suddenly echoed from the club booth.
We are now making an announcement. The club season will end in ten minutes. All 1st Year students are to return to the Dormitory immediately, and club members are requested to clean up the surrounding area.
The club season had finally come to an end.
Simon clapped his hands together as well.
“All right, everyone from the first year, head back to the Dormitory now. Based on the Club Application Forms, we’ll hold a brief interview the day after tomorrow to select our new members.”
“Yes, senior!”
Sasha and Molly, along with the students who’d applied to join, bustled away noisily. Sasha waved her hand.
“See you at the interview! Simon!”
“Wait! Don’t address the Student Council President so informally!”
Ha ha.
Simon laughed and waved back to them both. Toto, still in drag, was making her way back with an expression of evident exhaustion.
“Finally it’s over. Just ten more minutes, ten minutes, and I’m done.”
“You worked hard, Toto.”
Fitzgerald, still visibly frustrated, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“…Simon, as the club leader, I should be the one giving instructions to the first-years.”
“Haha, sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
Fitzgerald stood up from his seat and began organizing the Club Application Forms.
There were a full sixteen of them.
“Still, thanks to you and Dick, we’ve secured quite a number of recruits. Now I’ll have the courage to face Benya.”
“Yeah, that’s a relief.”
Over the three days of the club season, Fitzgerald and Toto had brought in zero recruits, and then on the final day, with Simon’s arrival and Dick’s consulting, they’d assembled sixteen applicants.
Fitzgerald flipped through the Club Application Forms.
“Three Special Admission Students.”
“Really? That’s amazing!”
Toto’s head snapped up.
“Does that mean our club’s going to get stronger?”
“It certainly will this year. And—”
Fitzgerald looked up at Simon with a rather displeased expression.
“There are quite a lot of female students.”
Simon could only laugh sheepishly.
“No matter how much the first-years overwhelmingly support you, the leader of this club is me.”
“I know, I know. Leader.”
“…Hmm, good then.”
Fitzgerald set down the Club Application Forms.
“Once the season ends, we should start tidying up.”
Crunch—
That was when someone approached the Mutation Club Booth, now that the first-years had left.
‘A last-minute applicant?’
Toto, who’d taken off the female wig, quickly pulled it back over her head, and Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses to look ahead.
Crunch—
Through the gentle breeze came a boy with hair so starkly white it seemed bleached, approaching the booth.
All three of their pupils dilated at once.
Crunch—
The white-haired boy entered the booth.
And then.
Swoosh.
He placed a paper he’d pulled from his breast on top of the stack of Club Application Forms.
“I’m joining.”
Having said only that, he rolled his eyes to look at Simon.
Simon was taken aback.
‘Why…that guy?’
Whirrrrr—!
Suddenly a sharp gust of wind swept through, and the boy’s figure vanished in an instant. All the Mutation Club members stood frozen, staring at the Club Application Form that remained.
[Applicant Name: White.]
—The club season has now officially ended. All first-year students are requested to return to the Dormitory immediately. We repeat: as of this moment……
“Wait, hold on! Is that even allowed?”
Toto spoke as she removed her wig.
“White is a second-year!”
“…Actually, there’s no problem with it.”
Fitzgerald rested his chin in his hand, his expression grave.
“It’s rare, but second-year students without a club do sometimes join during the club season.”
That was true. The club season wasn’t necessarily an event exclusive to first-year students.
But Simon’s mood felt unsettled.
Ever since their first meeting in Moirah.
Following him into the same department.
Into Summoning Studies.
And now White was trying to join the Mutation Club that Simon belonged to.
‘…….’
His feelings were complicated.

* * *
The next morning, in Magical Combat class.
“Huh?”
Dick’s eyes widened as he stretched across from Simon.
“White applied to join the Mutation Club?”
“Yeah.”
“See! I told you he’s hiding something! There’s definitely something off about him!”
Merin, who was stretching alongside Kamibarez, spoke up. As she bent forward with her arms crossed behind her back, the lighter Kamibarez shot upward smoothly.
“I wouldn’t say it’s strange, necessarily?”
Kamibarez spoke once her feet touched the ground again.
“White is a second year, but since he’s a transfer student, he doesn’t have a club yet. The application itself seems natural to me!”
“But.”
Merin loosened her arms and swept back her sky-blue hair.
“Back in Moirah, when White was in the Curse Department, he specifically pointed out Simon and declared he’d transfer to the same department. Now he’s deliberately followed Simon into his club. Doesn’t that strike you as strange?”
“Hmm.”
Dick fell into serious thought, and then snapped his fingers with an “Aha!”
“Oh yeah. It’s coming together now. I’ve got it!”
“Idiot commoner. If you spout another crazy theory, you’re dead…….”
“White was actually a girl all along.”
“You absolute moron!!”
Merin picked up a stone and hurled it. Dick dodged it with practiced ease, tilting his head back, and continued.
“No, seriously, think about it. Why does White keep following Simon around? White’s got those delicate features, pretty androgynous, you know? And honestly, if you just put her in a school uniform skirt, she’d look better in it than Merin would…….”
“Drop dead!!”
“Wait, but there’s no other explanation that fits! If you think of White as a girl, everything makes sense! Embarrassed, she timidly asked, ‘Please let me join the same department as him’ and chose Summoning Studies! And she gathered the courage to pick the same club as her crush!”
“Shut up and pick out your own gravesite!”
As the two bickered on, Simon fell into quiet thought.
Could she have been someone I knew in the past?
No. I’ve only ever lived in Resshil, my hometown. If White were from Resshil, there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize her.
“Wait! Simon, let me give you the real answer!”
Dick rolled across the grass to dodge Merin’s stones and approached. Lying flat on the ground, he extended a finger decisively.
“Whether White is a girl or not, one thing’s clear—she’s approaching you with some kind of purpose.”
“Stop spouting that nonsense!”
Merin shouted from behind, but Dick brushed her off effortlessly and continued.
“If you can’t know your opponent’s purpose, then at least prevent them from acting on their intentions.”
“…….”
“Reject White during the Mutation Club interview. Simon.”
Dick spoke with grave seriousness.
“Adults are watching closely anyway, and it’s obvious she’s dangerous.”

* * *
The day’s classes had ended.
Simon, Toto, and Fitzgerald gathered in the Mutation Club Room for a strategy meeting.
“As ‘club president’ today, I spoke with Benya about it.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses while seated. Simon smiled faintly, and Toto wore an anxious expression.
“She said the club room is too cramped for seventeen members.”
Simon and Toto nodded simultaneously, thinking alike.
While accepting more members to secure a bigger budget was appealing, with performance reports looming ahead, maintaining member retention and satisfaction had become crucial.
Simon asked.
“So what was Benya’s opinion?”
“Six people.”
Fitzgerald held up his fingers.
“She said six members would be appropriate.”
“That works for me.”
“Of course, the third-years’ orders are absolute, but it’s I who make the final decision as club president.”
He raised another finger, his expression grave.
“As club president, I’ve decided to select seven members in total.”
‘Six or seven—what’s the difference.’
Simon felt a bitter smile tug at his lips, but he nodded nonetheless.
“If that’s your decision, I’ll accept it.”
“Thank you, Simon.”
Fitzgerald seemed to draw strength from those words, taking a hearty sip of tea before opening his eyes again.
“Now, about White—”
At last, the real issue. Fitzgerald turned his gaze toward Simon.
“Even I have to admit it feels off. You nominated him for the Summoning Department, and now he’s trying to enter the club on your nomination too.”
“…”
“I’ll leave it to you, Simon—whether to reject White or not.”
So Fitzgerald also sensed something unusual about White.
Simon closed his eyes, thinking hard, then spoke.
“All right. Let’s do this.”

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