Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 597

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 597
Jane’s Dark Reversal Magic Class.
It was the final Dark Reversal Magic lesson before the midterm examination. Today’s schedule was packed with the subject from morning through afternoon, and Jane had already announced a high-intensity class to cover the remaining material she hadn’t finished.
‘Ugh, this is hard.’
Simon, sitting at his desk with quill in hand, broke into a cold sweat.
The sample problems Jane had distributed were crammed with all manner of formulas.
The formulas he’d frequently worked with in Summoning Studies were at least somewhat familiar, but the moment he moved into the elemental series, his head began to ache.
‘Was the Reville Formula the Dark Flame Arts or the Dark Earth Arts? What’s the difference?’
As Simon wracked his brain, wrestling with the problem—
“That’s the Dark Flame Arts, right.”
A gentle voice came from the seat beside him.
When he turned his head, Merin was smiling softly at him. She picked up her quill and scribbled a few words on his notebook.
“The Reville Formula is laid out this way, but to control the subordinate variables—”
She’d entered what people call exam mode: her hair tied back firmly, her sleeves rolled up.
Simon stared at her blankly for a moment.
“You understand, right?”
Merin finished her explanation and looked up. The moment their eyes met, she flushed in embarrassment.
“Wh-what! Look at the book, you dunce! Don’t stare at my face!”
“Oh, right.”
Fortunately, her emotional state seemed to have recovered considerably. She’d even kindly opened her own notes to show him.
The two of them moved their quills in silence for a while, scratching softly across the page.
“……Simon.”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
Merin laughed bashfully and rubbed her cheek.
“F-for helping the Ivory Tower.”
“It’s nothing. That’s what an exchange student is supposed to do.”
He answered coolly enough, but in truth Simon was on edge.
He’d fully expected Merin to ask him something about Serne, but after thanking him, she’d only talked about studying.
“Oh, and this too.”
Merin stretched her arm out and marked Simon’s textbook with her quill.
“This will definitely appear on the midterm.”
Since Merin was second in the entire class for note-taking grades, her word was gospel—Simon thanked her and dutifully wrote it down in his notes.
“And here as well…….”
“You two.”
At that moment, an icy, glacial voice rang out from the podium. Jane, who had been sitting in her chair with her legs crossed, raised a finger, pointing.
“Stand up, both of you.”
‘Gulp—’
Simon and Merin, caught red-handed, reluctantly rose from their seats.
“I give you time for problem-solving, and you two seem to be getting awfully cozy.”
The Class A students burst into laughter. Merin’s face turned bright red.
“P-Professor!”
“And you have quite the nerve in my class.”
As Jane moved her fingertips, two pieces of chalk floated up from the platform.
“If you’re bold enough to chat during problem-solving time, I’m confident you can solve these easily.”
If they couldn’t, punishment would follow without hesitation.
Simon straightened his school uniform jacket confidently and walked forward.
“Let’s go, Merin.”
“C-come on, you idiot! Let’s do this together!”
The two of them reached the platform and each grabbed one of the floating pieces of chalk.
As they began writing out the solutions, Dick watched them with his chin in his hand, chuckling.
“Merin’s back to normal. Her expression’s relaxed.”
Kamibarez perked up her ears and clasped her hands together.
“Really? Thank goodness!”
“Seriously. Just thinking about the heavy atmosphere in the Student Council Room these past two days and everyone tiptoeing around Merin makes me cringe.”
Dick, muttering that much, folded his arms.
“What did Simon say to her when he came back? Unless it was something else…….”
It wasn’t that, you dummy!
Merin whacked Simon on the back and burst into anger.
“Heh, well, why not?”
Kamibarez nodded brightly, her smile widening.
“Yes, I’m relieved!”

* * *
That afternoon.
The Mutation Club Room.
‘I’m exhausted.’
After sitting through Jane’s classes back-to-back for the first time in ages, Simon’s head felt crammed full of nothing but numbers and symbols.
Simon dragged his weary body to the door of the shabby Mutation Club Room.
‘When are they going to fix this thing?’
Simon let out a quiet laugh. A breeze whistled past, sending the paper bearing the club’s name into a precarious flutter against the door.
Toto and Fitzgerald had gone to the Library, and besides, there wouldn’t be anyone here anyway.
Simon knocked softly, as was his habit, and stepped inside the club room.
But then.
“Oh, the senior arrived!”
“The student council president is heeeeere!”
The girls inside the club room surged toward Simon in a rush.
‘Right. The first-years were here.’
The Mutation Club, which had once seen only the three second-years and Benya dropping in and out, had become tremendously lively after recruiting seven first-years.
“Senior! Senior! Welcome!”
“Why have you been away so long?”
“We were studying for midterms, but could you help us with this problem?”
“I’ll hang up your coat!”
“Where should I put the student council president’s coat?”
The sight of the first-years blocking Simon’s path, standing on their tiptoes and chirping away, was reminiscent of adorable chicks.
A smile naturally formed at his lips, though he had to admit it was a bit chaotic.
“Hey, you guys. Wait a moment.”
Before Simon could say anything, the first-years had already stripped off his school uniform coat, hung it on the rack, and pushed him onto the sofa. When he came to his senses, a teacup was in his hand.
“Hm!”
One of the first-years—was her name Luri?—sat across from Simon and swept her hair back from her ear with admirable poise.
Her friends beside her began squirming over their own seats, arguing about who would take the center spot.
“Wait, you guys, calm down…….”
“Simon, you came?”
And with brazen confidence, another girl planted herself right beside him.
It was Sasha, Special Case #1 of the first-year class.
“Don’t call me that!”
And Molly, Special Case #10, was approaching with refreshments. After setting them before Simon, she claimed the seat to his left, unwilling to be outdone.
“I, I appreciate the welcome, but—”
Simon smiled wryly and continued.
“Shouldn’t you all be studying for midterms?”
We were studying~!
The first-years called out in unison, then giggled among themselves. Simon wasn’t sure what the punchline was, but he found himself laughing too.
“We were studying in the club room, Simon.”
Sasha gestured to the textbooks and notebooks spread across the table.
“There’s no space in the Library.”
“That makes sense, I suppose.”
During midterm season, the first-year class numbered in the hundreds.
Whether in the Library, the campus café, or the Study Hall, people would be packed everywhere.
“Senior!”
“Seniooooor~”
“Student Council President!”
The first-years’ eyes gleamed as they began chirping questions at him. Simon appreciated their interest, but he felt his mind growing increasingly muddled.
“Um, I actually have something I need to do right now.”
Simon stammered.
“Let’s talk again later…….”
“Senior! I don’t understand this problem!”
Suddenly, one of the first-years held up her notebook. It was a Summoning Magic problem.
Simon tried to stand, but the moment he saw the problem, the formulas materialized in his mind and the answer appeared instantly.
“Oh, this one—”
He picked up a quill pen from beside her and offered a detailed explanation.
“Ooh~”
The first-year students nodded in unison, their heads tilted in a way that was rather endearing.
Simon set down the quill pen and spoke kindly.
“All clear now?”
“Simon! Teach us this one too!”
“And this one!”
The first-years rushed over with their notebooks, thrusting them forward eagerly.
Click.
Just then, the club room door swung open and someone entered—Fitzgerald, his face marked by the exhaustion of the midterm examination.
‘Perfect timing!’
Simon’s lips curved upward. The first-years rose from their seats at the sight of him.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
They bowed respectfully, hands clasped together, but their voices had lost the energy they’d carried before. Fitzgerald returned the greeting and continued on his way.
Once they’d finished greeting him, the first-years settled back onto the sofa.
“Senior! Please keep explaining this!”
“This one too!”
The first-years coaxed Simon with wheedling voices, and he glanced uncertainly at Fitzgerald.
‘……Oh, quite the temperature drop.’
Growing anxious, Simon quickly addressed Fitzgerald.
“Fitzgerald! What brings you to the club room?”
“……Just need to gather some materials.”
“Is that so? Would you mind helping these first-years with some problems if you’re not too busy?”
At that, Fitzgerald pushed his glasses up.
“Fine. When it comes to notes, I’m confident in any subject.”
“Thanks!”
Fitzgerald enjoys showing off his intellect. Simon stepped back, and Fitzgerald took a seat and rolled up his sleeves.
Come on over, everyone!
It was meant as a dramatic gesture, but.
“Well, um. This one… I’m not really sure about it either.”
The first-years’ response grew lukewarm. Sasha had even turned away, flipping through her textbook absently.
‘Sasha.’
When Simon gave her a meaningful look, she straightened up again.
Indeed, late-blooming adolescence was frightening.
Click.
Once again, the club room door opened. Everyone’s eyes widened.
“Hey there, everyone! Oh my, we’ve got some first-year juniors too!”
It was Benya Vanilla, a third-year student.

* * *
Thud, thud.
Simon and Benya walked side by side down into the basement beneath the club room. With each step down the stairs, stale air clung to his lungs.
“I moved the item here this morning.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Simon replied, steadying his racing heart.
“We’ve done all we can with Restoration, but it’s probably not the same consciousness this undead originally had. Think of it as a completely different undead.”
“Yes, I understand.”
She had warned the first-years repeatedly not to enter the basement for the time being.
For Benya, who was always so gentle and fond of the first-years, to be this serious and cautious in her warnings suggested this was extraordinarily dangerous.
Simon felt his tension mounting as he straightened his collar and followed her inside.
“Since it’s yours, I brought it back as you requested.”
Benya finished disarming all the locking spells on the basement and turned back to speak.
“But why do you suddenly need that thing?”
“An assignment coming up requires it urgently.”
Simon and Benya stepped into the basement. It was a sealed, spacious chamber.
And at the center of it, atop a display case, rested a single skeleton’s skull.
Simon felt his heart quicken.
‘It’s been so long.’
At last, the finest material he could use had been brought to Kizen.
‘Ancient Undead, Head of Manus.’
Back in his first year, when Simon first visited Deathland for the Practical Assessment.
There were two Ancient Undead in Deathland.
The Zombie Prince.
And Manus, the former Empire’s Sword Master.
The two forces had been locked in fierce struggle for dominance over Deathland, but with Simon and his Legion’s intervention, Prince claimed victory.
Prince became part of Simon’s Legion, while Manus, after a brutal battle, had his body destroyed and only his skull remained.
Simon showed Manus’s skull to Benya.
“W-what is this! I can feel it! This was an incredibly powerful Undead!”
Benya had jumped back at the sight of it.
“But the Core and residual will have completely dissipated. As it stands, it’s just an empty shell. I’m not sure how powerful this Undead was in life, but restoring it to its former strength and memories is probably impossible.”
“If you’re willing, we could send it to Vanilla Headquarters for research. Would that work?”
Benya had made the suggestion, and she’d said it would take roughly one to two years.
Currently, it had been restored to a certain degree.
‘Let’s do it.’
Simon intended to use this Ancient Undead—reduced to just a head—as
the head of a Dullahan.

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