Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 549

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 549
The next afternoon.
Mutation Club Room.
“The first-year interviews are finally happening! Ugh, I’m so nervous!”
Toto scrubbed his shoulders up and down frantically. Simon chuckled softly and patted him on the back.
“You’re not the one being interviewed. Relax.”
“But, well—”
Toto clutched his head with both hands.
“What if the first-years forget and don’t show up? What if they hate the exam format and get angry? What if they think the club room is too shabby and leave after one minute?”
‘…This guy has way too many worries.’
Simon shrugged.
“They’re coming because they want to join our club. That’s not going to happen.”
“Right, it won’t?”
Click.
“Time’s up.”
Fitzgerald emerged from the Club Basement just then. Simon turned to him and asked, “Why did you go down there?”
“Had to put together something quick. Are we ready for the exam?”
“All set.”
With seventeen applicants expected to pack the room, Simon had already cleared out bulky furniture like sofas to make space.
Only a desk and one chair remained.
Tap.
Fitzgerald, the club president, sat down, and Simon and Toto stood beside him. Then, with an unusually serious expression, Fitzgerald set something on the desk.
A paper nameplate, freshly made.
[President: Fitzgerald.]
He hummed with satisfaction, adjusted his glasses, crossed his legs, and reclined at an angle. Simon stifled a smile.
‘He’s surprisingly proud of little things like that.’
At that moment, voices stirred beyond the door.
“Sounds like the first-years have arrived. Before we begin the entrance exam…”
He lifted his head.
“We need to establish positions among ourselves.”
Simon blinked.
“Positions?”
“Right. More specifically, we need a disciplinary officer to keep the first-years in line.”
Simon smiled wryly.
“Do we really need something like that?”
“Of course, I’m not suggesting we do anything trashy like some third-years do. The point is, it’s hard to control first-years, so we need someone they’ll be appropriately afraid of. The right person for the job is—”
He fixed his gaze firmly on Toto.
“Me?!”
Toto jumped to his feet.
“Wait, hold on! I really can’t do that!”
“Objectively speaking, you’re the best fit, Toto. This is an order from the club president.”
“Even if it is an order, I don’t know how to do it! You two would be way better—”
Fitzgerald shook his head.
“Let’s think about it logically. Simon is already the Student Council President. It’s not appropriate for him to take on that role, and besides, his personality doesn’t suit it. The first-years like Simon precisely because he’s the type to encourage and console his juniors. As for me—”
Fitzgerald tapped his chest matter-of-factly.
“I’m the club president. I don’t feel like it.”
“Wait, wait a second, Fitzgerald!”
He sprang up.
Fitzgerald shoved a book into Toto’s chest.
“I’m giving you this gift—since you keep saying you can’t do it without even trying.”
The title read: “The Position Makes the Person.”
“What is this all of a sudden?”
“Think back to the last day of the club season, Toto.”
Fitzgerald’s expression grew deadly serious.
“When you wore women’s clothes and handed out flyers—how did people react?”
“Uh? Well…”
“It’s harsh to say, but if you’d distributed those flyers with even a fraction of the lack of confidence you usually show, the first-years wouldn’t have given you a second glance.”
‘That’s mean, even though he apologized first!’
Simon wiped cold sweat from his brow and studied Toto’s expression carefully.

“But when you dressed up as a girl, your popularity was truly remarkable. The flyers we’d printed sold out in an instant. Even the first-year boys who took a fancy to you—”
“No! No no no! Please, please don’t say things like that! Fitzgerald!”
“Anyway, how did you feel back then?”
Fitzgerald poked the book cover nestled against his chest.
“The explosive popularity and attention you’d never received before—that’s the true power of a position. It doesn’t matter that you’re Toto. It doesn’t matter who you really are. When you fully embody the role that position demands, people begin to recognize you not as an individual, but as that position itself. They accept you on those terms.”
Toto’s pupils trembled.
“So… who I really am doesn’t matter?”
“That’s right.”
Simon, who had been listening quietly, turned his head.
“…Fitzgerald. Are you sure you’re not taking in too much of Dick’s influence all of a sudden?”
“Hmm. Be quiet.”
Click.
Fitzgerald drew a black hat from his Subspace.
It had horn-shaped decorations on both sides, and in the center was emblazoned a logo with blazing flames and a terrifying skull with eyes wide open.
“From the moment you put on this hat, Toto ceases to exist. You become the Mutation Club’s version of Senior Will Douglas.”
“But… me, as Senior Will…?”
Toto’s eyes went spinning.
Speaking in a slow, drowsy tone like a hypnotist, Fitzgerald continued.
“Hide all your weakness beneath this hat and become the Disciplinary Officer who upholds the organization’s order.”
“…The Disciplinary Officer who upholds order.”
“Yes.”
Fitzgerald carefully pressed the black hat onto Toto’s head. The brim slanted down slightly, partially shadowing his eyes.
He stepped back and folded his arms.
“There. It suits you well. Not a trace of weak little Toto anywhere. Do you feel a bit more confident now?”
“…Yeah.”
Toto adjusted the black hat and clenched both fists tight.
“I’m going to give it a try!”
“Good. A Disciplinary Officer must take the initiative.”
Fitzgerald returned to his seat and extended his hand with a flourish.
“Bring in the first-years with as much force and presence as you can muster.”
“Got it!”
Toto pressed his hands to his head and began murmuring to himself as if casting a self-hypnosis.
‘I’m the terrifying Senior Will. I’m the terrifying Senior Will.’
The moment his eyes opened, Toto rose and strode forward, then kicked the club room door open with a bang.
Crash!
“You first-years!”
Beyond the doorway came a startled shriek. “Eeeek!”
“Is the area outside this room your front yard? Well? Why can’t you hurry up and get inside?”
“S-sorry!”
The first-years came rushing into the room. Even Princess Molly, of royal blood, and Special Case Sasha were no exception.
Toto blinked, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he had just done.
‘They… they actually listened to my order. The first-years…!’
He stood there dazed, as though he’d just had some profound realization. Simon nudged Fitzgerald’s shoulder.
“Hey, is it really okay to let him do this?”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses.
“You still don’t know Toto well. For all his potential, he’s always been held back by his weak character. I think experiencing a position like that will be a real help to him.”
“…I hope so.”
Meanwhile, the first-years’ silence lasted all of ten seconds.
The moment they were inside, they began giggling as they looked around, chattering loudly about everything.
On one side, Sasha was waving her hand, calling out “Simon~” in greeting. Simon waved back with a smile.
“You first-years better knock it off!”
Just then, Toto let out a sharp yell from behind.
“Can’t you go two seconds without chattering? Have you no sense? Am I a joke to you? Back in my day, if a senior told us to jump, we’d do it without question! Now line up straight, all of you!”
The first-years quickly fell silent and obediently lined up in a neat row.
‘He’s getting way too into this…’
Simon wore a bewildered smile.
‘…The victim makes a convincing perpetrator, I see.’
Even Fitzgerald was sweating, though he seemed pleased the effect exceeded his expectations.
And that day,
Toto awoke to his calling.

* * *
White, the final applicant, arrived a bit later than the others.
As he ambled into the club room, the first-years turned their eyes on him with a look of childish protest—’Who’s that?’
Unbothered, White took his place at the end of the line of first-years, positioning himself right next to the window.
“Everyone’s here now.”
Fitzgerald, the club leader, adjusted his glasses.
“I’m about to begin the entrance exam for the Mutation Club. Out of you seventeen first-years, only a select few will be able to join us.”
He spread his fingers.
“Exactly seven.”
At those words, tension gathered in the eyes of every first-year.
Sasha and Molly exchanged sidelong glances as if gauging each other. The only ones who seemed relaxed were Arthur, the mercenary king, who was grinning broadly, and White, who was absorbed in watching a bird drift past the window.
“The test has three stages in total. Toto, Simon, and I will each preside over one. First, let’s begin with the stage I’m administering.”
Simon and Toto moved about the room, distributing straw mats and test papers to the first-years. Each student moved to a comfortable spot, laid down their mat, and took out the test paper and quill pen.
‘So we’re starting with a written exam.’
Molly sat gracefully on her straw mat and tied her hair back neatly.
Then she glanced sideways at Sasha. When she’d walked in, she’d been so confident, but now her face was tense as she gripped the quill pen.
‘That’s right—you’ve always struggled with written tests. But theory is my forte. I’m going to score the highest and absolutely get into the Student Council President’s club!’
Just then, Fitzgerald, standing at the front, spoke.
“There’s one essay question. You have twenty minutes.”
He activated the timer on his watch.
“Begin.”
Flip—
All the students turned over their test papers and examined the problem. Molly did the same.
‘I’m confident in my knowledge of summoning! I’ll solve anything they throw at me…!’

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Molly sank into profound confusion.
What on earth was this supposed to mean?
Was the common language even correct?
Unable to even understand the problem, despite mobilizing every scrap of knowledge she’d absorbed from the finest tutors in the royal palace throughout her upbringing as royalty, she found herself at a complete loss.
Was Kizen really at such an advanced level?
Sigh—
Groan.
From here and there came sighs and groans. The only consolation was that the other first-years were struggling just as much.
Scratch—
Yet in the midst of this, only Sasha picked up her quill pen and began writing something.
‘She understood the question?’
The quill pen moved without hesitation. Her expression slightly furrowed, as if lost in thought.
She clearly understood the answer and was writing it down.
Molly felt her lips grow dry as anxiety crept in.
She couldn’t lose.
‘I have to do something too!’

* * *
Twenty minutes later.
Simon collected the test papers, and Fitzgerald flipped through them rapidly.
All the first-years stood with tense expressions.
“Mm.”
Fitzgerald set down the papers with a sigh.
“All of you fail.”
Every first-year dropped their jaw in shock. Simon glared at Fitzgerald.
‘I told you this would happen!’
Fitzgerald approached Simon and spoke quietly.
“I didn’t expect the first-years’ level to be this low. Any member of the Mutation Club should naturally be able to handle this much….”
“Even I couldn’t solve it!”
The first-years began murmuring in confusion. So what now? Was nobody going to be admitted?
“Don’t worry!”
Simon stepped forward, sweat dripping profusely down his face.
“The truth is, this test was meant to select one representative among the first-years. Since no one was chosen, we’ll skip this and use the remaining two tests to determine our recruits. I’m counting on you all to show what you’re made of.”
Relief finally washed over the 1st Years’ faces.
“Yes, senior!”
The 1st Years clapped their hands together and giggled with relief. Simon was smiling on the surface, but inside, he was sighing heavily.
“And.”
Fitzgerald waved a test paper in the air.
“Who is Sasha Andrasil? No doodling on the test papers, no matter how difficult the exam is.”
“I’m so sorry~”
Sasha bowed her head apologetically.
Molly, who’d been watching, made a startled expression.
‘So it really was just doodling?’
“And Molly Dresden.”
This time Fitzgerald held up her test paper.
“Your answers had nothing to do with the actual exam questions, but I’ll give you credit for the effort you put into filling the entire sheet. In recognition of that diligence, you’ll read it aloud and provide a translation.”
‘This can’t be happening!’
For a moment, there was a period during which a certain princess of a nation came close to utter mortification.
As Molly’s face flushed so deeply it looked ready to drip crimson, Simon stood with his eyes closed, lost in troubled thought.
‘Please, let the next exam be at least somewhat… proper.’
“The next test is my turn!”
All the 1st Years tensed. A short, intimidating senior wearing a black hat was approaching.
“Looking at the last exam, you all did a terrible job! Terrible! Some of you turned in blank papers—what, do you think the exam is a joke? The problem is that I don’t see any determination in you to do better!”
It was Toto, now imitated the Disciplinary Officer with increasingly convincing menace.
“Anyway, now it’s my turn. The test I’m going to give you is—!”
Click!
At that moment, the clubroom door swung open.
Everyone turned to look, and a tall girl with cream-colored hair walked in.
“Oh my, did I interrupt something?”
Benya Vanilla, a 3rd Year, waved cheerfully.
“B-Benya, senior!”
‘We didn’t even hear she was coming!’
And so, in the span of a mere hour, Toto’s reign faced a crisis.

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