Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 551

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 551
-Whether we fail White or not is up to you, Simon. I’ll abide by your decision.
-Good. Then let’s do it this way.
The Mutation Club’s plan was straightforward.
Since a Kizen student had formally applied for club membership, no club could reject them without a clear reason.
So they would accept the application but structure the entrance exam to disadvantage White.
First, Fitzgerald’s written exam had indeed eliminated White completely, but it had also failed all the other first-years—which was the problem.
Second, Toto’s interview had been executed under the assumption that White, who relied on his supernatural ability, wouldn’t possess a ‘special summoning creature.’ But White did have summoning creatures he could create with his ability.
And finally, it was Simon’s turn for the practical exam.
“Is everyone ready?”
Simon spoke, holding the club flag in his hand.
“Yes, senior!”
The first-years standing at the starting line answered with vigor. White beside them stood vacant-eyed, staring blankly into the air.
“The final test is summoning creature racing! Anything related to your summoning creature is fine, but Dark Magic and supernatural abilities are forbidden! Does anyone here know how to do Blackstep?”
Blackstep was a technique taught in the first week of Combat Magic class for first-years.
Most of the first-years raised their hands, though some admitted they still couldn’t do it well.
“Since it’s ambiguous, I’ll ban Blackstep too. You can only run on your own feet or use a summoning creature.”
“Yes!”
“Alright, everyone get ready-”
All the first-years took serious stances, lowering themselves to sprint. Arthur stretched both legs out and lay flat on the ground in his starting position.
Whoosh-!
Simon swung the flag with force.
“Go!”
Dash!
Zoom!
All the first-years exploded forward with fierce momentum.
And.
…….
White, still standing at the starting line, gazed upward with vacant eyes.
‘Just as expected.’
Fitzgerald pushed his glasses up. They had deliberately come to the park, where even within Kizen Campus there were many birds flying about. White was too distracted watching them soar through the sky.
Moreover, White’s supernatural ability summoning creature was a magic circle fixed type, unsuitable for running.
‘I hope he fails this way.’
“Huaaaaaaah!”
Regardless, the first-years pressed on with fierce competition. Sasha opened a Subspace.
“Come out, Vainpus!”
A summoning creature wrapped in vines burst forth. As Sasha leaped onto it, Vainpus accelerated by moving its vines like feet.
It was far surpassing the speed of the first-years running on two legs.
“I’m going to be first…!”
“Dream on!”
Clop-clop-clop-clop-clop!
At the unexpected sound of hoofbeats, Sasha’s head turned.
There was Molly, mounted on that expensive skeleton horse. Even her undead companion bore a cyan coating like her others.
“Disgustingly loaded, aren’t you.”
“You! You ran your mouth…!”
Molly, who had gotten that far, brushed back her hair as if she wouldn’t be swayed by provocation anymore.
“No matter what you say about me, wealth is genuinely an important element of necromancy. I’ll win by pouring everything I have into it.”
Whoooosh!
Just then, Vainpus’s vines extended to coil around Molly’s body. She flinched and leaned her frame away.
“Kyaaaah! What are you doing?”
“Simon said it himself—you can use techniques related to your summoning creature to help you run. But.”
Sasha curved her lips upward and stretched her arm.
“He didn’t say anything about not interfering with your opponent.”
Vainpus’s vines extended in rapid succession, and Molly thrashed about wildly on the skeleton horse, dodging in a frenzy.
“So underhanded!”
“And a first-year having a skeleton horse isn’t?”
“If you’re going to be that petty, fine.”
Molly also opened a Subspace.
“I’m going to attack with my summoning creatures too…!”
“Hahahaha-hahahaha!”
The two girls turned their heads.
Dirt scattered in a spray, and suddenly a red-haired boy came sprinting past them on foot.
‘?!’
Both of them gasped.
He was overtaking the skeleton horse using only pure physical ability, without even employing Blackstep.
‘……My eyes aren’t playing tricks on me, are they?’
She wondered if this was really one of their kind.
A superhuman should at least stay within reason.
“Number 2!”
Sasha cried out as he passed her.
“What do you think you’re doing in the Mutation Club exam? This isn’t Combat Magic time!”
“Huh?”
Arthur glanced back over his shoulder.
“Running isn’t against the rules, is it?”
Sasha urgently signaled Molly with a look. Molly hesitated, stammering slightly before speaking. “W-well, even if it doesn’t break the rules exactly, it feels like poor sportsmanship in spirit!”
“That’s right. At least use a summon to run!”
Faced with the two girls’ combined protest, Arthur scratched his head. Then he grinned and held up his arm to the side.
“Why not!”
A low hum.
A Subspace opened, and out sprang the flexible blade he’d shown in the interview. Arthur gripped it firmly in both hands and swung it with force.
“Hyah! Extend!”
In an instant, the blade’s joints unfolded and stretched out with a whoosh. In one motion, he drove it into a distant tree, then lifted his feet from the ground.
Shwoooosh!
His body hurtled through the air at tremendous speed.
Molly, watching from behind, gasped in astonishment.
“How, how is there a Necromancer like this……?”
But Sasha was also whooshing past her field of vision. As it turned out, she’d secretly wrapped one of Vainpus’s vines around Arthur’s waist.
“Hello, Last-Train Princess!”
“You!”
Her face flushed red as she grabbed the reins.
“When I catch you, you’re done for!”

While the First-Year Trio sped far ahead, White stood at the starting line, still watching the flock of birds in the sky.
“Ah.”
Then the birds scattered and flew away into the distance.
Once they disappeared behind a building and were out of sight, White finally looked forward and prepared to run. Fitzgerald, observing him from a distance, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
‘Is he going to run now? But it’s far too late.’
White opened a Subspace.
-Glulp!
A summon he hadn’t shown in the interview.
It looked like a living, organic well. At its center flowed a spring of darkness, and tentacles of unknown nature undulated within it.
White placed his hand on the summon’s body.
‘He’s drawing in the Dark Element from his summon. He’s about to use his Ability.’
With a slithering sound.
The darkness was being sucked in, and the spring itself was diminishing.
‘He has a summon that stores Dark Element, yet during the interview he asked Simon for help. Why?’
Fitzgerald’s expression, arms crossed, grew grave.
‘Something’s off. This one absolutely must be disqualified.’
Finally, White finished absorbing the darkness and drew a magic circle on the ground using his Ability—white darkness. Then he pulled an empty suit of armor from his Subspace and dropped it.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The hollow interior of the armor filled with white darkness, taking shape. Just as in the interview, the Ability Soldier rose to its feet.
‘A summon that can only exist within a magic circle. And I’ve already confirmed it’s a fixed circle. What is he planning?’
White hopped up onto the Ability Soldier’s shoulders. The soldier spread its arms wide in a throwing stance.
‘Surely not!’
Fitzgerald’s expression turned incredulous. Even his glasses slipped slightly askew.
Boom-whaaaang!
The soldier made of Ability hurled White’s body skyward like a cannonball.
The violent wind knocked Fitzgerald off balance and sent him sprawling. The trees around him swayed violently.

White’s body vanished from sight in an instant.
“Gah! Haah!”
Meanwhile, the First Year trio was drawing closer to the finish line. Sasha and Arthur, running at the front, were gasping for breath.
“Ngh! Damn it! Let this go!”
Arthur ran wildly, trying to claw at the vine wound around his waist, but it was no use.
‘Damn gorilla.’
Sasha clicked her tongue in frustration.
The vine connected to Arthur had several trees woven into it. The idea had been to anchor him in place, but he was simply dragging the trees behind him as he ran. It was impossible—his stamina was beyond reason.
“We’re… we’re almost catching up!”
While Arthur and Sasha were struggling, Molly, riding the skeleton horse, was drawing near as well. The three of them fixed their eyes simultaneously on Simon standing at the finish line.
‘I’ll be first!’
Arthur drove the flexible blade into the ground at the finish line, and Sasha wound the vines of Vainpus around a tree behind the finish point.
The moment both boy and girl lifted their feet from the ground to leap forward—
Whoooosh!
“!!”
A massive gust of wind erupted from nowhere, and a white-haired boy came flying down from the sky.
Crash!
The ground at the finish line shattered, and dirt erupted into the air. Sasha and Arthur passed through the dust-choked haze, and finally, with the sound of hoofbeats, Molly came through.
Click.
‘So it came to this after all.’
Simon checked the time on his stopwatch and looked up.
“Second place is Sasha, third is Arthur, fourth is Molly, and first is White.”
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
A massive crater had been gouged into the finish line, and there, standing straight in the center, was the white-haired boy brushing dust from his hair.
“Everyone did great! Congratulations!”
Benya clapped her hands from the finish line, offering her praise. The First Year trio lay collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
Benya handed each of them a water bottle and towel from her arms.
Shortly after, the other first-year students began arriving one by one.
After White and the three special exceptions, the fifth, sixth, and seventh place finishers arrived, confirming the regular membership roster of the Mutation Club.
Though the members were already decided, the other first-years who arrived late still gave their all until the end.
“Simon.”
Fitzgerald, who had been at the starting line, approached him.
“Ah, thanks for your work. Fitzgerald.”
“…….”
Fitzgerald, who had been quietly observing Simon’s expression, adjusted his glasses.
“You already knew this would happen.”
Simon’s expression flickered with embarrassment, but a faint smile soon crossed his face.
“Caught?”
“A summon race. I thought you’d take more decisive measures to eliminate White, but the fact that you set it as a moderate trial struck me as odd.”
Simon hesitated as if weighing his words, then finally spoke.
“White is someone being watched by the higher-ups at Kizen, and I’m aware he’s approaching me with intent.”
He then met Fitzgerald’s gaze.
“Running won’t solve the problem. Now that White has drawn close to me, I’ll watch him closely as well.”
“That’s too dangerous.”
Simon laughed as if it were nothing new.
“Since coming to Kizen, when has anything ever been safe?”
“…….”
Fitzgerald, contemplating this for a moment, soon let out a rueful laugh.
“Fair point.”

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Seven regular members had been chosen. The successful candidates gathered in the club room, chattering noisily as they discussed various plans for the future.
Those who had not passed swallowed their disappointment, said goodbye to the seniors, and left the club room.
The Mutation Club had held its recruitment test relatively early, so there was still a chance for them to try out other clubs.
“…….”
And White, having secured his admission, stepped out of the club room alone, standing apart from the other students.
He then took a leisurely walk down the street by himself.
Sniffle, sniffle.
At the sound of sudden sobbing, White’s footsteps came to a halt.
Behind the Mutation Club Building.
A first-year girl was shedding tears like dewdrops, while two other girls beside her tried to comfort her.
“……I’m sorry. Sniff! I really wanted to do club activities with you both. Sniff!”
“Calm down. Stop crying now.”
“We’re the ones who should be sorry. We passed and left you behind.”
Pat-pat-pat.
Her friends gently tapped the back of the weeping girl.
“Luri. If you really insist, we could always quit too…….”
“Sniff! Then I’ll really get angry!”
The girl called Luri was crying even as she scolded them. When her tears only grew heavier, the other two friends promised they absolutely would not quit, and only then did Luri manage to stop crying.
“I really wanted to get in.”
She spoke in a nasal, congested voice.
“At first, I joined because the Student Council President seemed cool, but the other seniors are nice too, and the club atmosphere looked so fun…… but my skills weren’t good enough. There’s nothing I can do about it.”
Tears welled up in her eyes again as she berated herself. A friend wrapped her in a tight embrace.
“You’re still such a crybaby.”

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‘God, I want to die.’
After a good cry and parting ways with her friends, Luri was creeping back into the Mutation Club room.
She had left her school uniform jacket behind.
She’d need to wear it tomorrow, and since she’d left it in a corner where her friends wouldn’t find it, she’d decided to fetch it herself.
‘Let me just grab the jacket and get out before it gets awkward.’
As she stood before the club door, she heard boisterous laughter coming from inside.
They all looked so happy.
Pushing down the suddenly melancholy feeling creeping back up, she knocked softly and entered.
“Um, I’m sorry! I left my clothes here, so I’m just going to grab them and…….”
“Ah, perfect timing.”
Simon stood up from his seat. Everyone in the room turned their gaze toward her.
“You’re Luri Bidorji, the eighth to enter?”
“Yes, that’s right!”
“We just had a spot open up unexpectedly.”
Simon continued with an awkward smile.
“If you’re willing, would you like to rejoin the club?”
“Huh?!”
“That’s great, Luri!”
“Come on in!”
Before she could even answer, her friends rushed over and pulled her inside. Sasha and the other first-years clapped their hands in celebration.
While this side of the room was full of warmth and joy, the two second-year members sat on the sofa with deeply complicated expressions.
“……I’m giving up trying to understand White.”
Fitzgerald shook his head in defeat. Toto beside him wore an equally bewildered look.
“Same here. Why pass the test in the first place if you’re just going to quit?”
“Perhaps they’ve already achieved their original purpose.”
“You mean absorbing Simon’s Dark Element during the interview? But that power returned to Simon afterward anyway.”
As Fitzgerald and Toto debated White’s motives intently, Simon gazed at the paper on the table with conflicted feelings.

Simon let out a long sigh and looked up.
“Thinking about it more won’t give me answers. Let’s shelve this problem for now.”
Having said that to his peers, he turned his head.
“First-years, how about we throw a simple welcome party? We could head to Rochester…….”
Yeaaaahhh!
A cheer loud enough to burst eardrums erupted. The first-years squealed with delight and immediately began putting on their school uniform jackets.
‘I’m not entirely sure why they’re so excited.’
Simon adjusted his necktie, took up White’s resignation letter, and slipped it into his pocket.
‘I’ll definitely uncover your purpose.’
Simon contacted Erzsebet.

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