Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 585

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 585
Simon and Esu walked toward the meeting point with baskets in both hands, their shopping for ingredients complete.
They’d chosen to carry everything directly rather than store it in the Subspace, since much of what they’d bought were fresh items that needed to be used right away.
“Let me take that.”
“No, no, it’s fine.”
Simon reached over and took the basket Esu had been struggling with, holding it in his hand.
“Oooh~”
Esu raised her eyebrows and gave him a knowing look. Simon’s brow furrowed.
“What’s with all the ‘oooh’s?”
“Student Council President, be honest with me.”
She approached him with a mischievous expression.
“You rigged that random draw at the end on purpose, didn’t you? So you could go with me?”
“…What?”
Simon’s mouth fell open in disbelief. Esu giggled behind her hand, her shoulders shaking.
“You’re way too obvious about it!”
“…?”
Simon wore an expression that clearly said *What are you talking about?*, which only made Esu’s eyes widen.
“You like me.”
“I do not!”
Simon’s voice shot up in pitch, flustered.
“You’ve been sending me signals this whole time.”
“Signals?”
“You saved me during the second-year hazing ritual, you lent me bone adhesive when that Death Knight boy asked for it, you helped me avoid colliding with Durahan, and now you’re rigging the bet so we’d go together. And on and on and on~”
Simon let out a long sigh.
“If I gave you the wrong impression, I apologize. But that’s not it.”
“Really?”
“No.”
She clasped her hands together.
“Then that’s a relief! I actually have someone I like!”
Simon nodded with a blank expression. That made sense.
“Who do you like?”
“Wow~”
Esu covered her mouth in exaggerated surprise.
“Look at you trying to coast through school life without a care! Just asking girls questions like that, so bold! I thought you’d be cool enough to say it straight up?”
“Fine, forget it.”
“Ha ha! Just kidding, just kidding. You’re not going to use your Student Council President authority to cover things up because I rejected you, right?”
“I wouldn’t do something like that.”
Esu glanced around before lowering her voice.
“Actually, I had someone I liked back in my first year, but it changed after I became a second-year.”
Simon’s ears perked up at that.
Could it be that this change happened today? If so…
“Hector, our department representative!”
‘…Ugh.’
Simon hung his head. Of all people, it had to be Hector—Toto’s rival.
Hector didn’t seem like the type, but he was surprisingly popular with the female students. Back in first-year Class A, there had even been someone who liked him then.
“…Looks like the class representative will have some real competition.”
“Which class representative?”
“No, nothing, never mind.”
Simon walked along carrying the baskets, then suddenly asked:
“What do you like about Hector?”
“Why? He’s tall, he’s got great bloodline backing, and he’s a complete gentleman!”
Esu launched into an enthusiastic explanation.
“He’s a high-ranking aristocrat so he’s normally quite gentlemanly, but when he occasionally furrows his brow and curses? Absolutely thrilling. He’s excellent at both sports and academics, and with the Moore family name, your future is basically guaranteed if you marry him! Who wouldn’t want him?”
Hmm.
This was the first time he’d heard anyone speak about Hector from that perspective, and it made Simon realize just how outrageously overpowered Hector’s specs truly were.
“Don’t your names sound good together too? Esu Moore! Mrs. Moore!”
The problem was that Esu was so caught up in her own fantasies that she’d wandered off into her own world entirely.
Simon, who had been listening quietly, let out a short laugh.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Nothing.”
Simon chuckled softly as he spoke.
“I have to say, it’s been ages since I’ve had a conversation this relaxed and silly.”
“Silly? What do you mean, silly!”
She let out a sharp cry of protest.
“What could be more important to school life than romance?”
Esu was, as far as Simon knew, the most ordinary opposite-sex friend he had.
It made sense—around him were the next Chancellor, Ivory Tower nobility, the daughter of a Vampire Lord, and if you ventured a little further, even a sitting Saint.
While they each seemed to carry their own domain and worries unlike anyone else’s, Esu was ordinary enough to wade into anywhere and fit right in. She was like a spring that bounced unpredictably in every direction.
Perhaps she was the one truly savoring youth at Kizen to its fullest.
‘It’s strange,’ he thought.
Only days ago he’d been quarreling with Bermund, deliberating over Kizen’s fate, wondering what the Gyeolsa truly was and what direction the Dark Alliance’s peace and future should take—and now here he was at school with Esu, passionately discussing romantic entanglements and who liked whom. The contrast was striking.
“So.”
Simon slipped his hands into the pockets of his school uniform jacket, grinning to himself. He decided to simply enjoy this.
“What do you think about Toto?”
“Huh…?”
Esu tilted her head at the sudden question.
“The Death Knight boy is kind of… well… a bit much, don’t you think?”
“How so.”
“I mean, it’s awkward to say this to someone who’s best friends with him, but come on! At least I like guys who are taller than me!”
She raised her hand above her head to demonstrate.
“Big! Solid! Manly! That’s my ideal type!”
‘This’ll be tough,’ Simon mused.
Her ideal type was the exact opposite of Toto.
“Just curious, but when you were a first year, the person you liked was…?”
“Of course it was Martel Shaer, that half-giant! Ugh! I wanted to just throw myself into those massive arms!”
‘Her tastes are remarkably consistent,’ he noted.
How could two people be so perfectly, spectacularly mismatched? Simon sighed inwardly.
“But why ask me that all of a sudden?”
Esu’s expression sharpened in an instant.
“Unless…”
“That’s what I should be asking you.”
Simon replied with brazen nonchalance.
“We have plenty of group projects left to do. As a team member, I was asking about Toto’s role, so your reaction was a bit suspicious.”
“Oh, um…?”
Simon had landed a clean jab; he turned and started walking ahead.
“Come on, the others are waiting.”
“Hey! Wait! You totally got me, didn’t you? No! Stop!”

* * *
The One-Eyed Gentleman arrived at the scene a moment too late.
“…!”
And he beheld a terrible sight.
The assassins who had gone ahead were strung up in web magic, bleeding out in death. Some bore the marks of those who’d triggered the Suicide Curse, likely in an attempt to extract information.
‘This is Simon Polentia’s handiwork?’
The One-Eyed Gentleman leaned against the alley wall, surveying the narrow passage.
He caught sight of a blue-haired man walking forward, his eyes gleaming with lethal intent. Even from this distance, he could feel the piercing aura of shadow and killing intent radiating from within the alley.
-We will continue our assault.
“No. Retreat.”
He lifted the Communication Crystal to his lips, his expression grave.
“…That man is not Simon Polentia.”
If he recklessly attacked, they might be annihilated by this single individual.
Now that he knew this was not Simon Polentia, it was time to withdraw.

* * *
Simon and Esu had safely reunited with the rest of their group members.
Lorain and Serne seemed to have gone through another round of bickering.
Simon had hoped the recent Ivory Tower crisis would improve their relationship at least somewhat, but it was a vain hope.
The two remained at bitter odds, and Toto, stuck in the middle, looked as though he’d aged two decades.
“You made it?”
“Simon!”
At least when Simon arrived, the tension eased.
Watching Simon wedged between Lorain and Serne, Esu let out a quiet, hollow laugh.
‘……Honestly, it’s not so bad.’
Esu, who had been staring intently at Simon’s face, shifted her gaze to the next Kizen Chancellor and the Ivory Tower heir, locked in a silent contest of wills on either side of him.
‘But come on—realistically! How is someone like me supposed to squeeze in between those two?’
No matter how much she enjoyed romance, she had no desire to make enemies of those two.
She’d rather have a comfortable, peaceful relationship. That’s what Esu believed.
“Esu! What are you doing?”
Simon gestured to her.
“Oh, I’m coming! Let’s go!”

* * *
Lorain summoned two skeletal horses, and Simon produced a golem core.
Lorain, Esu, and Toto mounted one skeletal horse. Originally, Toto and Serne had planned to share the other, but Serne had suddenly clambered onto Simon’s golem core instead, clinging to his back, which sparked another petty squabble.
In any case, they made it safely back to the Base Camp where the lodging was.
The students either went out hunting or studied for the midterm examination in the classroom. Despite it being a field study, apparently the largest classroom was kept open until dawn to help students prepare for their midterm exams.
The lodging was divided into four rooms for male students and four for female students, and Simon and Toto found a room with adequate vacancy and settled in.
“Oh, President!”
Inside the lodging, a card game was already in full swing. A student whose face Simon recognized waved a hand in greeting.
“Want to join?”
He was clearly the 4th Group Leader.
Simon didn’t know how to play cards, but figured he might as well experience what games his peers enjoyed.
And then.
“Haha! President, you busted again!”
“Even Kizen’s valedictorian has terrible luck!”
Simon, having drawn a weak hand, trembled as he laid down his cards.
“……One more round.”
“Oh, now that’s the spirit!”
“You’ve got competitive fire in you!”
Simon blended in with his peers and spent a genuinely enjoyable time.
‘So this is what a field study is like.’
Simon pulled the blanket over himself with a satisfied smile. Beyond him, the students who had lost all their coins to Simon now that he’d grasped the rules were tearing their hair out.
And the next morning.
“Yawn.”
Since they’d agreed to eat breakfast early, Simon rubbed his eyes as he stepped outside the lodging.
The world was pure white.
Breath hung in the air, and a sharp wind cut through with cold. And he heard the delighted shrieks of students.
‘Something’s awfully noisy this early……’
Thud!
A snowball smacked Simon square in the face.
“Pfft—pahahaha!”
Snow tumbled down his face as Simon emerged, his expression sour.
And Esu, who had thrown the snowball, doubled over, clutching her stomach as she laughed.
“President! Your face is hilarious! Kehehehehe!”
Without a word, Simon crouched down and packed snow into a ball. Then he launched forward in a sprint.
“Kyaaah! He’s coming!”
“Whahaha!”
Students throughout the grounds were engaged in snowball fights.
In Rocksum, it was rare for snow to pile up this thick, so everyone was thrilled. White snowballs flew this way and that across the landscape.
“Die!”
“Ow! What did you pack in that thing?!”
Laughter erupted everywhere. Students lay sprawled on the snow, gasping for breath from exhaustion, while others hauled buckets and dumped snow across each other’s faces.
They were properly working off the stress that had built up from the dispatch evaluation and midterm preparation.
“How pathetic.”
Fitzgerald, bundled in a thick winter coat, was sculpting the snow into a statue of himself. He’d posed it sitting in a chair, chin in hand, in a gesture of deep contemplation.
“Wasting time on such frivolous games when they could be cultivating artistic sensibility……”
Crunch!
A male student suddenly kicked the statue’s legs out from under it and bolted. The head snapped clean off and tumbled onto its knees.
“Look at the commitment to the Durahan special lecture concept!”
“Puhahahaha!”
Fitzgerald’s expression turned vicious.
“Kill them.”
Fitzgerald pulled a Skeleton from his Subspace and assembled a throwing formation, gathering snowballs and hurling them in rapid succession.
“Wait, since when is Undead fair game?”
Laughter erupted from various corners.
And then.
“Hyaa!”
Another student appeared—a girl wedged among the others, enthusiastically flinging snowballs with all her strength.
Her long, flowing pink hair whipped through the air as she threw with a full swing.
Perfect accuracy. Other students were dropping like flies.
But then.
‘No! No no no!’
Simon, spotting her, let out a silent cry of despair.
‘How is she blending in so naturally?’
It was none other than Erzsebet. Simon bolted over in a panic.
She’d teamed up with a male student next to her to take down Fitzgerald, then casually high-fived him.
“Splendid work!”
The boy nodded blankly.
“Uh, yeah. But… are you in our department?”
“Oh ho ho! You don’t know me? How disappointing! I am the maiden Elizabeth Weffer of the Summoning Department.”
Simon’s face flushed crimson as he rushed over, grabbed Erzsebet by the wrist, and dragged her away.
“What are you doing? Why did you come all the way here?”
Once he’d pulled her behind an empty building, Simon spoke, cold sweat beading on his brow.
Erzsebet casually wove a Barrier with Web Magic and smiled.
“I came because I had urgent news to report to the Legion Commander.”
Erzsebet relayed what had happened yesterday.
While she was pursuing White in Simon’s form in the Village, strange assassins suddenly attacked.
She’d tried to intimidate them and extract information through torture, but they took their own lives instead.
Simon crossed his arms as he listened.
“…Assassins, then.”
“Do you have any suspicion about who sent them?”
That distinctive-looking butcher surfaced in Simon’s mind.
“Erzsebet. I need you to go back to the Village right now and find someone for me.”
They’d struck first.
Simon was going to move the Legion.

* * *
“Brr. Freezing.”
The Teaching Assistants were gradually trickling outside.
The Head Teaching Assistant, warming herself with hot coffee, chuckled as she watched the students engaged in their snowball fight.
“The kids are in good spirits this early in the morning.”
“That’s because they’re young. Still, they’re all so cute. Kids really do have their charm.”
“Right, right. I’m starting to feel my age—my back’s been killing me.”
Smack!
A snowball struck the Head Teaching Assistant’s face.
The junior assistants watching turned pale, while Esu, the culprit, bounced and cheered.
“Got you!”
“Hahahaha!”
Splat—
The snowball fell to the ground, revealing the Head Teaching Assistant’s face burning with fury from being struck so early in the morning.
“I give them an inch and they take a mile!”
She extended her arm. Using Dark Magic, she gathered snow and formed a massive snowball the size of a house.
“No! Dark Magic is cheating! Instructor!”
“Eat it!”
Shriek!
Students and assistants alike were scrambled together, and the Lodging descended into chaos from the early morning. And.
“……”
Aaron, who’d just stepped out of the Lodging in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, watched the ridiculous scene with an expressionless face.
‘Too noisy to sleep.’
He stood quietly, sipping his morning coffee in measured gulps.
“Professor, I’m going!”
Whoosh!
Out of nowhere, a snowball hurtled straight at Aaron’s face.
It was one second before the worst crisis in the history of the Summoning Studies Department.

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