Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 59

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy Episode 59
At the same moment, in Bahil’s research office.
Crash! Bang!
Clang!
Bahil, his eyes blazing red with fury, hurled everything within reach across the room.
Sculptures, trophies, research instruments—all shattered against the floor.
“Hah! Hah……!”
In moments, the space had become a wreck.
Bahil braced himself against the wall, breathing in ragged gasps, while his senior assistant Cheheckle—accustomed to such scenes—kept her back flat against the wall, eyes closed.
When silence finally descended, she opened them.
“Are you finished venting, Professor?”
“…….”
Bahil strode across the room and collapsed onto the sofa, then reached toward the table, grasped a cigarette holder, ignited it with Black Magic, and drew in a long drag.
“Ahhhh…….”
Smoke curled upward in a thin stream. Seeing this, Cheheckle’s expression soured.
“Professor, indoor smoking is prohibited…….”
“Just this once, Cheheckle. Look the other way.”
Yet even as he finished saying it, Bahil hurled the cigarette holder itself away.
The moment it struck the wall, it shattered into fragments.
“……Why!”
Bahil cried out.
“Why won’t you understand my true feelings! Simon Polentia!”
He swept his bangs back irritably and expelled a long breath. Still seething, he suddenly jumped to his feet.
“You are a genius! The kind of genius—no, the genius among geniuses—who appears maybe once every few centuries! Why are you letting that insane talent wither away in Summoning? I cannot fathom it! Summoning is an antiquated, decrepit discipline! No matter how far you advance in Summoning, you’ll only become a second Aaron! Don’t you see that?!”
Unable to contain his frustration, Bahil began scratching himself frantically, as though his entire body itched.
“Your ceiling! Your absolute limit! Is to be another Aaron—the special admissions prodigy of Kizen, the man with legendary talent—and do you have any idea what kind of treatment he receives at Kizen now?”
His arms trembled as though seized by spasms, before he collapsed to the floor.
Bahil’s gaze fell upon a faded photograph in the distance.
“…….”
There stood his younger self in a Kizen uniform, arm in arm with Aaron, both with youthful faces.
Neither boy’s expression bore a trace of worry—only bright, unblemished smiles.
Probably the most luminous season of their lives.
But Bahil knew better than anyone that they had traveled too far to ever return to those days.
“It is unbearable—watching such pathetic decline.”
“……Professor.”
“To see talents that shine so brilliantly throwing themselves into an abyss! I cannot watch it happen again! Only I can save Simon! Only I can cut that raw stone and polish it into the most radiant jewel this world has ever seen!”
“……Just say it plainly, Professor.”
“Plainly? That suits me fine.”
Bahil shot to his feet.
“I want him.”
A strange smile twisted at his lips. Veins bulged along the backs of his clenched fists.
“I want him madly! Simon Polentia! I will make him mine—by any means necessary!”
Here we go again.
Cheheckle’s face took on an expression of resignation.
“I am prepared to carve away my own soul for his sake. I will stop at nothing! I shall unlock his greatest potential and create a second Nephthys!”
Bahil spread both arms wide.
“My devotion! My effort! My care! My soul! I stake my very life to elevate him to the realm of gods—and in return, I ask for only one thing!”
His face contorted into a distorted grin.
“That he serves me alone as his master.”
“……Sigh.”
“When someone asks Simon how he reached the summit, he will answer thus! ‘It is all thanks to my teacher, Professor Bahil!’ Ahhhhh……! Just thinking of it sends shivers through me!”
Watching Bahil tremble with madness, Cheheckle shook her head and turned away.
“I’m leaving.”
“Cheheckle.”
Bahil approached her.
“I am the sort of man who finds no peace until I possess what I have set my mind on.”
Bahil seized her arm forcefully and pulled her toward him. Then he grasped her chin and tilted it upward.
“Just as I have you.”
“…….”
It was the gaze of one admiring a beautiful work of art.
Meanwhile, Cheheckle—looking down at Bahil with an air of contempt—drove her heel hard into his shin. Bahil grimaced and stepped back.
“That’s sexual harassment in the workplace, Professor Bahil.”
“You were like this as a student too. Still no charm to you, Cheheckle.”
Bahil adjusted his shirt collar as he spoke.
“The talent meant to succeed me shouldn’t be so rigid.”
“Aren’t you the one who said Simon Polenthia would be your successor?”
“Oh, that can’t be.”
Bahil’s lips curled upward.
“Simon Polenthia won’t merely succeed me—he’s the type who’ll one day surpass me entirely! He’ll stand shoulder to shoulder with Nephthys! As an educator, I’m simply expressing legitimate passion! In fact, it would be abnormal if my blood didn’t boil after seeing such talent. Yet you’ll keep insisting my desire is vulgar possessiveness, won’t you?”
“Monopolizing the right to teach a single student—what else would you call vulgar possessiveness?”
“Tch, you never give an inch.”
Bahil thrust his hands into his pockets and tilted his head back.
“I’ve had a brilliant idea.”
“……What is it now.”
“Right now Simon Polenthia is comfortably satisfied with his Summoning. He dominated the actual battle with Jane’s Cyclops too. That was the problem from the start!”
Bahil’s eyes gleamed with madness once more.
“What Simon needs to experience now is bitter defeat. Only then will he look inward again, consider what’s flawed and what’s gone wrong, and think once more about which path he should choose.”
“……There’s logic in that. So, how do you plan to inflict that sense of defeat on such a prodigy?”
Bahil’s mouth twisted into a demonic grin.
“Isn’t that far too easy?”

* * *
Classes proceeded with mounting intensity. It was all because of the Duel Assessment.
Even Eric, the Dark Arithmetic professor whom Simon had believed to be a thorough theorist—teaching from the very origins of Rune Language—had shifted to combat drills.
The other professors did the same.
Whether they were actively reflecting student demand or reluctant to fail promising future specialists, most instructors spent this week focused on combat Black Magic.
As a result, students’ Duel Assessment repertoires expanded considerably. Of course, these conditions applied equally to all first-year students at Kizen.
Today, after morning classes and an early lunch, Simon was heading to his next classroom with Dick.
‘Second and third periods are both Bloodline Magic.’
The Bloodline Magic lectures, which had been postponed due to the professor’s circumstances, were now scheduled throughout the entire week. Many timetables became this extreme because the instructors were active Necromancers.
And at the same time.
“There’s not a single Summoning class all week.”
Simon exhaled deeply. Dick shrugged and picked up the thread.
“Looks like Professor Aaron went on a business trip.”
It was disappointing. Being Duel Assessment season, Aaron would surely have taught offensive magic too, and it would have been invaluable reference for Simon.
Beyond that, he could have asked Aaron how to fight on equal footing with other students using Summoning alone.
“Huh?”
Dick, who’d been taking a bite of his sandwich for dessert, stopped walking.
“Simon! Look over there!”
“Yeah?”
“The Duel Assessment bracket went up!”
In the direction Dick pointed, a large bulletin board appeared, already swarming with students.
The two of them hurried over immediately.
‘My first opponent since coming to Kizen.’
Simon searched for his name with a racing heart.
‘As long as I avoid a few monsters, it should be manageable.’
Nephthys’s daughter, Lorraine Arkbold.
Ivory Tower heir, Serne Eindarc.
Half-giant, Shatel Maer.
Those three were names to avoid at all costs. Against anyone else, he figured he could at least put up a fight.
‘Ah, found it.’
[Arena 2 – Round 1, Match 12]
Class A Simon Polenthia vs Class G Haren Cok
‘Who is Haren Cok?’
It was a name he’d never heard. Dick seemed equally unfamiliar, chuckling softly.
“Haren Cok? That’s quite an unusual name. Is he from Shahir?”
“You don’t know who they are either, Dick?”
Dick nodded and looked at Simon’s opponent on the board.
“Haren Cok from Class G…… Want me to look them up? Specialty, intended major, that sort of thing?”
Simon scratched the side of his head.
“I’m really sorry to put you through that.”
“No, since Rigang’s in Class G anyway, I figured I might as well gather some intel for you both. It helps if you know something about your opponent, right?”
“True. I appreciate it.”
Simon turned his attention back to the bulletin board.
Haren Cok. What kind of Black Magic would he use in a fight? A Duel Assessment didn’t feel like mere brawling.
It was a stage where he and another student could exchange Black Magic and measure their respective accomplishments most definitively.
To say he felt no pressure would have been a lie, yet at the same time his heart was racing.
“I wish class would end soon.”
Dick, overhearing Simon’s murmur, blinked.
“Huh? Why all of a sudden? You like attending lectures.”
“I have some personal training to do tonight.”
Dick chuckled.
“There he goes again, trying to grind. What training now? Honestly, how many students can even match your Martial Arts and Lethal Kick?”
“……Don’t call it that. And Martial Arts isn’t my main focus this time.”
“Then what?”
“I want to try fighting with Summoning.”
Dick’s eyes widened in surprise, then he broke into a sly smile.
“The Merin version or the Kamibarez version?”
“……What are you talking about?”
“Anyway, take your pick.”
“Merin?”
Dick folded his arms with a mischievous expression and whipped his head around. Then he spoke in an exaggerated feminine voice.
“Didn’t I tell you clearly? Fight with Martial Arts.”
“Pfft!”
Simon broke into laughter so hard he nearly drooled.
Just as Dick was confidently smiling at his friend’s satisfying reaction, a bag came flying from the side and knocked him over.
“Just die!”
Merin’s face had turned beet-red as she fumed. Beside her, Kamibarez was desperately holding back laughter, her hand over her mouth.
“Hey, why! It sounded the same coming from you too—aargh!”
“Diiiie!”

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The moment classes ended for the day, Simon used Kevin’s stable route to slip into Rochester.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve been in Rochester at night.’
The streets that bustled with life on weekends now felt dim and quiet—strangely unfamiliar.
There was no point in being caught as a Kizen student, so he’d thrown on a robe; glancing around, there were plenty of other boys and girls draped in robes just like his.
‘First, the Necromancer shop.’
Simon headed toward the Necromancer shop he’d visited not long ago.
“Welcome~”
The last time he came, Rowen had been working a shift, but this time a young man wearing a single-lens Glasses sat behind the counter.
‘So this must be the owner.’
Dick had mentioned it to him in passing.
A Necromancer who’d climbed to second year at Kizen but been overtaken in the competition, now settled in Rochester running a shop.
Simon bowed respectfully.
“Hello, sir!”
The shop owner laughed, looking embarrassed.
“Haha, no need for such formality. You’re a Kizen student—you shouldn’t have to defer like that.”
Simon lifted his head.
“But you did make it to second year……”
“A dropout, that’s all. A current first-year from Kizen is far more valuable than an old dropout like me.”
Yet there was no bitterness in his smile. In truth, many of Rochester’s business owners were former Kizen students like him.
Whether they couldn’t forget their radiant days as Kizen students, or harbored some longing and nostalgia that kept them rooted, they lingered on the outskirts—no longer able to enter Kizen itself, yet unable to leave the vicinity.
The reason Kizen’s mostly high-born students couldn’t cause trouble freely in Rochester was precisely because of people like these.
“Anyway, what brings you in, student? What are you looking for?”
At the shop owner’s question, Simon’s eyes lit up as he answered without hesitation.
“I’d like to create a Skeleton Archer.”

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