Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 550

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 550
Benya Vanilla, a third-year student, entered the club room.
‘Who is that?’
The first-years blinked, uncertain who this person was.
Then they noticed the second-year students all bowing their heads in unison, and realized something was amiss.
And there, gleaming on the collar of her school uniform, was a brilliant golden badge.
It could only mean one thing.
‘A third-year!’
For first-years consumed by competition with their classmates, and second-years they glimpsed occasionally, third-years were almost mythical creatures.
They seemed like legendary beings from another world, yet at the same time objects of admiration.
After only a few months of this life that felt unbearable, how did anyone survive here for over two years?
“Good afternoon, senior!”
The first-years, having gauged the situation, bowed in unison. Even Molly and Sasha, despite their royal blood, did the same.
Benya clapped her hands together with a delighted expression.
“Hello, first-years~ Oh my, you’re all so young! Absolutely adorable.”
It was her first time seeing the first-years too. As Benya and the younger students chatted, the club room atmosphere warmed considerably.
“I had some free time, so I stopped by. You’re conducting admission interviews, aren’t you?”
Benya turned to address the second-years. Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses.
“Yes, senior. We’re grateful for your presence. Please observe with us.”
“Thank you.”
Simon brought a chair from behind. As she sat, he thoughtfully draped a blanket over her lap. Benya smiled warmly in gratitude.
“Toto.”
At Fitzgerald’s word, Toto, who had been momentarily dazed, snapped to attention and pressed his black hat down firmly.
“R-right then! L-let’s, let’s, let’s begin the interview!”
With Benya watching, his nervousness was plainly visible.
Since first-year, it had been obvious he harbored feelings for her.
Fitzgerald sent him a steadying signal, and Toto nodded in acknowledgment.
“You all saw it on the flyers, right? Our Mutation Club doesn’t deal with ordinary, run-of-the-mill summoned creatures! We work with unique summoned creatures of your own creation!”
He swept his arm across, using his hat to cover his right eye as he spun around dramatically.
“That’s the most basic requirement for joining! Through this interview, we’ll confirm what special summoned creatures you possess!”
He raised his arms toward the first-years.
“So tell me—what distinctive summoned creatures are you bonded with? Show me!”
Squeeee!
But the cheer didn’t come from the first-years. Benya was clapping like a seal from behind.
“Little guy! You still remember the lines I used at my interview? How wonderful!”
Toto’s face flushed crimson as a beet.
Unable to string words together, he fumbled—and Simon quickly stepped forward to take over.
“Alright, we’ll evaluate each of you one at a time, starting from the right. Only the person on the far right stays; everyone else, please step back and sit down.”
“Yes, senior!”
As they retreated, the first-years couldn’t help but chatter among themselves.
“Third-years really are different! That intimidating senior just called the hat guy ‘little guy.'”
“Wait, doesn’t that guy with the hat look familiar?”
“What do you mean?”
“That cute girl who was handing out flyers.”
“No way.”
Toto was facing the crisis of his life. Cold sweat dripped steadily down the back of his neck.
‘If the first-years find out the truth here, my entire school life is finished!’
Toto drew in ragged breaths and pressed his black hat down harder over his head.
‘I’m Will Douglas. I’m Will Douglas. I’m…!’
“You can do it, little guy!”
Benya waved her hand cheerfully, calling out encouragement.
Of course, from Toto’s perspective, it only made things worse.
With all preparations complete, the first-years began stepping forward one by one.
“The summoned creature I’ve prepared is…!”
“I’m using this one!”
What the first-years withdrew from their Subspace storage were modified versions of zombies or skeletons.
The hastiness of their preparation was painfully obvious.
“How is this different from an ordinary skeleton?”
“Well… it’s bright pink in color!”
Silence.
Toto had seen enough. He shouted at full volume.
“Did you really think you could pass with something this pathetic? Don’t underestimate the Mutation Club!”
By the second round, all the candidates had been eliminated and left the room. The first-year students trembled at the sudden chill in the air, and Toto approached Simon, pulling his black hat down over his eyes.
Simon leaned in close and whispered.
‘What’s wrong? You’re doing well—’
‘I can’t do this anymore!’
His eyes glistened with unshed tears.
‘I was the one who failed them, wasn’t I? I feel so awful! When I dropped that last one, our eyes met and they had tears in theirs! I feel terrible!’
Though he was playing the role of a disciplinary officer, his soft heart was something he couldn’t help.
Simon comforted Toto and told him he would be the one to give the rejection notices. Toto nodded and straightened up, stepping forward again.
“Next!”
When Toto called out “Next,” his voice sounded slightly nasal.
And this time, at last, it was the turn that everyone had been waiting for—Sasha’s turn.
“Special Case Number One, Sasha Andraxil.”
She announced her special status number confidently, then glanced backward with a slight smile. Molly was biting her lip.
“Let me show you.”
Sasha withdrew a summoned creature from her Subspace.
What she had brought was a summoned creature wrapped entirely in brown vines, with two eyes glinting beneath the tendrils.
“A Vine Pus!”
Benya exclaimed with joy, bouncing on her feet.
“You’ve converted a vine monster into the Undead, haven’t you? Not many Necromancers can handle that properly!”
“Yes. But I can use my Ability to—”
Sasha raised her fingers.
Whoooosh!
Whoosh!
The vines lashed out violently in all directions.
“I can forcibly amplify the Vine Pus’s vine abilities.”
But Sasha’s Ability was too powerful. The vines, lashing out as if in a rampage, instantly covered the cramped club room.
Simon leaned back smoothly to dodge the vines and swatted away the ones heading toward Benya. Fitzgerald and Toto quickly scrambled under the desks.
The first-year students crouched and dodged as well, but by terrible luck, only Molly was caught. She was lifted upside down, her legs wrapped in tendrils.
“Kyaaaaaahhhhh!”
Molly shrieked and grabbed her school uniform skirt. The first-year boys and Toto lowered their heads in embarrassment.
“Oh, sorry.”
Sasha waved her hand, and Molly came down with a thud, landing hard on her backside.
“Ow! Hey!”
Molly screamed, her face flushed crimson.
“You did that on purpose!”
“My weakness is that my Undead control is still imperfect, but I want to hone my skills further now that I’m joining the Mutation Club. That’s all.”
“Don’t ignore me!!”
‘…Ha.’
Simon let out a wry smile.
No matter how much Kizen preaches equality regardless of status, treating a royal princess like that was something else. He couldn’t tell if it was obliviousness or just sheer nerve.
“What’s the verdict?”
Sasha asked boldly.
Benya was practically trembling with the urge to touch the Vine Pus, and Toto was doing his best to hide his surprise.
Simon answered instead.
“You’re in. Good work, Sasha.”
“Thank you!”
Sasha flashed a bright smile at Simon, then turned sharply and walked back among the first-years with the expression of a victor.
“Wow, not bad, Sasha!”
Arthur opened his palm for a high-five, but Sasha breezed past him without acknowledging it. Arthur looked mortified and scratched his head.
“Next.”
“Here I come!”
Now it was Arthur’s turn.
“My name is Arthur Bleman! I still have much to learn, but I’ve inherited the name of the Mercenary King!”
“The Mercenary King!”
Benya clapped her hands together.
“I love stories about your grandfather, the Mercenary King.”
Fitzgerald also pushed up his glasses.
“There are many books written about him. He was a noble figure of warm heart who helped the suffering peoples of distant lands.”
“Thank you for considering me favorably!”
But the Mercenary King’s grandson was still the grandson, and now was the time to prove his worth for admission to the Mutation Club.
Arthur drew a sword from his Subspace.
“A sword?”
Toto frowned.
“Our Mutation Club summons, and you pull out a weapon? That’s ridiculous!”
“It’s not an ordinary weapon.”
Arthur gripped the handle with both hands as he spoke.
“It’s properly a Summoned Creature!”
Screeeeeee—!
As Arthur’s Dark Element flowed into it, the sword rattled to life.
‘Ah, that.’
Simon had seen it once before, fighting alongside Arthur on the Parona Peninsula.
A snake-belly sword forged from the bones of massive monsters.
Multiple pieces of large bone fragments connected by wire that could extend and retract like a whip—similar in form to an Overlord, yet controlled via summoning magic circles as though it were an undead creature.
Since the room was cramped, he didn’t swing it fully, merely demonstrating by channeling Dark Element to extend and contract the blade slightly.
Gasps of admiration erupted from all corners.
“It’s a sword my grandfather left me.”
Arthur spoke quietly.
“After he passed, I’ve been replacing the sword’s magic circles with my own Dark Element, but it doesn’t listen to my commands completely. That must be because I’m still weak.”
He lowered the sword slowly, a bittersweet smile crossing his face.
“But someday, I want to master this snake-belly sword and the two other blades my grandfather left me—perfectly—and show what I can do! Here at Kizen, and in this Mutation Club!”
“W-well, it’s certainly impressive!”
Toto spoke, pulling down his black hat.
“But that’s still hard to call a typical summoned creature……!”
“Brilliant!”
Benya clapped enthusiastically, calling out “Bravo!” with a face full of wonder.
“Mercenary King! Your sword—that’s exactly the kind of bizarre and unusual summoned creature our Mutation Club needs! And with a story behind it, no less!”
“Ha ha! Thank you!”
“May I touch it?”
“Of course! Anytime!”
Benya was already completely captivated.
Fitzgerald was the chief and Toto the interviewer, but in truth, Benya of the Vanilla Family was the absolute authority in this club.
From Simon’s perspective, Arthur’s summoned weapon had more than enough merit to join the Mutation Club.
Toto cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Y-you’re approved.”
“Thank you!”

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The other first-years proceeded through their interviews this way.
From the next interview onward, Simon didn’t even need to signal—you could tell from Benya’s reaction.
If she bounced in her seat excitedly, wanting to leave and explore further, that meant approval.
If her reaction was lukewarm or she offered only a sympathetic smile, it meant rejection.
Toto now made his judgments based on Benya’s response alone. In fact, no one here knew undead creatures better than the heir to the Vanilla Family.
And now came Special Case #10, Princess Molly’s turn. She’d been nervously watching her seniors, but now she drew a skeleton from her Subspace.
At first glance, it looked like an ordinary skeleton.
“B-but it’s a special skeleton made of lapis lazuli—rarer than gold!”
Benya sprang up and ran her eager hands all over the skeleton, then whipped her head around.
“Where did you find something like this, Your Highness?”
Molly bowed her head, her face flushed.
“M-my mother gave it to me as an entrance gift to Kizen…… She had each of the undead creatures from the textbooks made in lapis lazuli for me.”
“Remarkable!”
True to form—the royal family of the wealthy nation of Dresden.
She passed through sheer capital power that transcended all standards.
So far, nine out of seventeen had been approved.
Finally.
Tap.
White stepped forward.
Toto was desperately trying to command the room before his juniors, but he visibly shrank in the presence of White, a second-year from the same Summoning Department.
“……P-please, start whenever you’re ready.”
White nodded, then glanced toward Simon.
Simon’s expression shifted to confusion.
‘Why me again?’
White gestured with his hand—a signal to come forward.
“Ability activation.”
‘Ah.’
White’s ability appeared to absorb the opponent’s Dark Element and transform it into an alien “White Black Energy.”
To use the technique, he needed access to the target’s Dark Element.
“Simon, you don’t need to go. I can—”
Fitzgerald started to rise from his seat, but Simon raised a hand to stop him.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.”
White was targeting him.
Simon walked forward calmly and stood before White. For a moment, the two faced each other in silence.
“What do I need to do?”
In response to Simon’s question, White wordlessly opened his palm.
‘Contact, then?’
Simon opened his own palm and pressed it against White’s hand.
‘!’
The Dark Element in his body began to drain rapidly into White. Fitzgerald and Toto readied themselves for any emergency, preparing to unleash Curses at a moment’s notice.
But nothing happened.
Though Simon had tensed, afraid White might greedily pull all of it at once, White simply absorbed only as much Dark Element as he needed and then stepped back.
Whoosh!
From his hand bloomed an alien White Black Energy. He drew a Summoning Circle on the ground with his ability, then pulled something from his Subspace.
Empty armor.
As he dropped the empty armor onto the Magic Circle, the White Black Energy from the circle began flowing into the suit.
‘This is…’
The White Black Energy took on the shape of a person, transforming into an armored warrior.
It seemed to move only within the confines of the Magic Circle, but it was unmistakably a Summoned Creature created through a Summoning Circle.
“White Warrior! That’s amazing!”
Benya couldn’t contain herself and rushed forward. She began touching the armor everywhere, lavishing praise upon it.
“The ability alone is incredible, but the structure of the Summoning Circle is so original! I’ve never seen a formula arrangement like this. How did you even think of something like that?”
‘…Even I have to admit, I couldn’t beat that.’
It was the most powerful Summoned Creature he’d ever witnessed.
Just then, the massive white entity White had created turned its gaze toward Simon.
Crackle!
Sparks danced across the creature’s body as it raised an arm toward Simon.
“?”
Simon blinked.
-$@&#!#^&
A voice reached him—or rather, something felt through him.
Like the lingering thought of an Undead.
Was it trying to take his hand?
As if entranced, Simon reached out and placed his hand in the extended palm of the white Summoned Creature.
Splash!
The white creature’s form disintegrated, and all the Dark Element that had composed it was drawn directly into Simon’s body.
Clang!
Clatter!
The Summoning was released, and pieces of armor fell to the ground.
“?”
Simon stared at his own hands in bewilderment. The Dark Element he had expended to White had returned to him completely intact.
Thud!
And White’s face twisted sharply in pain as he dropped to one knee.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you alright?”
The nearby students rushed forward in alarm.
Sweat poured down White’s forehead as he looked up at Simon.
“…”
It was the gaze of someone staring at a monster.
He didn’t know why, but for White, this was clearly an unforeseen development.

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