Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 6

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy — Episode 6
“Stop joking around and contact Nephthys right now! How dare you treat me like this…!”
Bang.
And Lucius’s body vanished from the world.
A few drops of what appeared to be blood fell to the deck with soft thuds.
That was all.
Everyone stood frozen, mouths agape, blinking rapidly.
“No time to waste. All new students, board the ship.”
Silaji turned away with his hands clasped behind his back and spoke.
“You too.”
…….
Simon nodded quietly and made his way toward the vessel.
The atmosphere among the new students had frozen into silence in the wake of what had just occurred. Still, a few whispered excitedly to each other, unable to hide their thrill.
“That was Bloodline Dark Magic!”
“I’m studying Curse Magic, but I almost lost my nerve there.”
“First-years can take this professor’s classes too, right?”
As Simon walked toward the ship, he glanced sideways at Silaji. Silaji was looking at him too.
When their eyes met, he smiled.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t kill him.”
“……Ah, got it.”
As Simon boarded the ship, Silaji spoke.
“Everyone, fasten your seat belts.”
Silaji swept his hand through the air. A reddish, bubble-like substance unfurled and covered the entire ship. Simon watched with curiosity, studying the scene.
‘How exactly are we getting to Kizen on this ship?’
The bow was pointed toward the ground, not the sea. He wondered if they were going in reverse, but the attendant who had been communicating reported to Silaji.
“Professor. We’ll arrive in five minutes.”
“Guide it in as planned.”
The murmur of students’ voices grew louder. From far across the horizon, an enormous spray of water was rushing toward them.
Whoooosh!
The spray swelled larger with each passing moment as it approached, and moments later, a whale of indescribable enormity burst forth from the water.
“Waaaahhh!”
The whale opened its mouth wide, swallowed the ship whole, and plunged into the depths.

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The Underworld Whale — an aquatic Undead that obeys Kizen’s commands.
A monster that roams the world’s oceans, devouring the harbors of cities designated by Kizen.
However, once a year it serves a different purpose: transporting new students to the school who haven’t obtained teleportation permits. In simpler terms, it is Kizen’s high-speed transport.
Though technically inside the whale’s belly, the interior was surprisingly warm and comfortable. Kizen’s attendants stationed on the whale came aboard and tended to the new students’ needs, providing meals as well.
The atmosphere soon loosened, and everyone laughed cheerfully, discussing their lives ahead.
“You were impressive back there.”
Simon was conversing with the student beside him.
A boy with green hair and a distinctly exposed forehead had introduced himself as Rowen Oscar. He was so naturally sociable that he’d already befriended several others before coming to talk with Simon.
“Right? The mood was tense, no one wanted to step forward — but then you just charged in and grabbed his wrist, snap!”
“It wasn’t really that impressive.”
Simon answered matter-of-factly as he cut into his fish steak. The flesh gave way cleanly, and he drizzled lemon juice over it gently.
Mostly Rowen spoke while Simon nodded along, and then Rowen clapped his hands together and posed a question.
“By the way, what did you take for the Entrance Examination?”
“The Entrance Examination?”
Hearing this for the first time, Simon tilted his head in confusion.
“There was such a thing?”
“Of course! Everyone who enters Kizen takes it! In my case, I used Darkness Transformation with Pitch Black…….”
As Rowen naturally shifted to talking about himself, Simon sank into thought.
An examination? He had no memory of taking anything like that.
‘If I start talking about this carelessly, won’t it cause fairness issues?’
He’d already received an item worth five thousand gold; he couldn’t burden Nephthys any further.
After finishing his exaggerated heroic tale with shining eyes, Rowen asked.
“What about you?”
“Uh, well…… I did something similar to you. Darkness Transformation.”
“Oh, what a coincidence!”
“Everyone, take your seats. We’ll be arriving soon.”
Silaji’s voice rang out. The students who had been clustered together, chattering noisily, quickly returned to their seats.
It seemed like hardly any time had passed since departure, yet here they were, arriving already. The tension hit like a wave. Simon fastened his seatbelt and straightened his clothes.
Silaji climbed onto the deck and unfurled a reddish membrane just as before, draping it over the vessel. At once, seawater began flooding the whale’s belly.
“Hold on tight if you don’t want to fall.”
Silaji wore an eerie smile as he spoke, so Simon gripped the armrest of the seat in front of him with all his strength.
Whoooooooosh!
Like a dam bursting, the water that had filled to the brim shot outward with tremendous force. The ship lurched with dizzying speed that left Simon’s legs hanging, and screams erupted in a disorienting chorus from the students.
At the end of the tunnel—a passage of pure darkness—a bright light appeared ahead. The vessel shot through in an instant.
Whiiiiiing!
They burst outside.
Thousands of meters above the ground, where the earth looked like a toy. The ship rode atop the spray of water that the Underworld Whale had ejected.
Soon the force of the water jet weakened, and the bow tilted downward. The students shrieked in terror.
Now they were falling.
“Gasp!”
Simon threw his arms around the seat in front of him entirely.
Light streamed past like needles as they descended, endlessly down and down. Wind shredded his clothes like they were nothing.
Scratch.
Silaji drew a nail across his index finger, cutting it. As a drop of blood that welled up was absorbed into the membrane enveloping the ship, the descent slowed gradually.
After a moment, when Simon cautiously opened his eyes, the vessel was descending as gently as a hot air balloon.
“Oooooh……!”
The students gasped in wonder.
Beyond the blue horizon, a sun staining the world orange delivered a truly spectacular sunrise, and below the ship lay the landscape of Rock Island, where Kizen stood, unfolding at a glance.
Dense jungle, polished plains, waterfalls with falling leaves, and snow-capped mountains. All four seasons could be seen at once from above this island.
“Rowen! Wake up!”
“…….”
Of course, Rowen and most of the others still had their heads buried in their seats or were heaving dryly.
The ship, which had been slowing as if parachuting down, finally touched ground safely.
Sighs of relief erupted from all around. Some students immediately clapped their hands over their mouths and bolted toward the trees to retch.
“Out and line up in columns of four.”
After a quick headcount, Silaji ushered the students onward.
Kizen was a fortress of such immense scale that its size was difficult to fathom. A giant gatekeeper opened the castle gates, and they passed through several layers of protective Dark Magic before stepping inside.
Besides Simon’s group, who had arrived by Underworld Whale, new students who had taken other routes were visible too. They looked equally exhausted, apparently having endured equally dramatic journeys.
“Please hurry along. This way, if you would!”
As soon as they entered the fortress, attendants who had been waiting ushered them along swiftly. The students were led directly into a nearby building, given uniforms, separated by gender, and taken to changing rooms.
“Please change into your uniforms and assemble outside within five minutes.”
Everything here moved at a brisk pace. Simon too was swept up in the atmosphere and quickly changed into his uniform.
‘Kizen’s uniform is sharp.’
The refined black pants fit with the precision of custom tailoring. They were more like a suit than a school uniform, hugging the body snugly yet without any restriction of movement.
Over that went a white shirt and a red-toned necktie, followed by a sleek jacket bearing the Kizen crest.
Then he stepped before the mirror.
‘Wow.’
So this was what proper tailoring looked like. His reflection, dressed sharply in these clothes, was stunning.
The design hovered between casual uniform and formal suit—refined enough that he could walk into a banquet hall as-is.
Buoyed with delight, Simon turned this way and that, savoring his new appearance.
“Look at this! There’s magic woven into the jacket!”
“The uniform doubles as combat wear. It’s supposed to be tougher than most armor.”
Hearing the voices outside the changing room, Simon ran his fingers over the fabric. Sure enough, faint magical power radiated from the jacket.
How much could this possibly cost? He was essentially wearing solid gold.
“Two minutes until assembly!”
Spurred by the attendant’s announcement, Simon hurriedly slipped on his shoes and stepped outside.
The students who had changed into Kizen’s suit-style uniforms were admiring themselves in the mirrors, their lips all curved upward in unbridled smiles.
“Please exit now! We’re moving out!”
Simon and the other male students emerged from the changing room, and at the same moment, the female students came out from theirs.
Both groups almost simultaneously halted. Simon did too.
‘……The girls’ uniform is prettier?’
A sleek black jacket bearing the Kizen logo, beneath which peeked a white blouse and slim necktie, topped with a skirt that rose above the knee.
The female uniform also occupied that middle ground between dress and suit, each cut to fit perfectly against individual frames. There was something about it that made them look a touch more mature than their years.
“Male and female students, form two lines each and proceed to the Grand Hall.”
Perhaps because both groups were impressed by the other’s appearance, a peculiar current flowed between the two as they moved toward the hall.
As they walked, they kept stealing glances at each other’s uniforms, only to turn away quickly if their eyes met. Murmurs about who looked better or more beautiful already drifted through the air. Simon thought to himself: so this is what school life feels like.
Simon descended the staircase and finally entered the Grand Hall where the entrance ceremony was about to begin. Many new students had already claimed their seats, and Simon’s group arrived nearly last.
“Simon! Is this for real? We’re actually here at Kizen! Man, it doesn’t feel real at all!”
Rowen Oscar, whom they’d parted from briefly in the changing room, had somehow found them again and was chattering away. Simon glanced around the hall and asked a question.
“Are all these people incoming students?”
“Of course! There are a thousand first-year students!”
Simon’s jaw dropped. Far more than he’d imagined.
“And there are about three hundred second-years, and I heard the third-year class is less than half that.”
“…What?”
“You get what I’m saying, right?”
Rowen’s laugh turned dark.
“Out of these thousand students, only the top thirty percent can advance to second year. That’s how brutal the Survival Competition is.”
A survival competition at a school. That was a new concept.
By Simon’s understanding, it made little sense. How demanding could things be if seven hundred students were eliminated from the academy?
While he was pondering this, the attendants directed all the students to their seats.
Rowen quickly scanned the hall and began pointing out notable individuals.
“Serne Aindarc! She enrolled this year too. She’s the official successor to the Ivory Tower.”
In the direction Rowen indicated, Simon spotted a girl with platinum-blonde hair and a cool, sharp expression.
“All the famous prospects from across the world are here! Darwin Cardin! Jay Sanders… Whoa! What about that one?”
“Where?”
“Behind you.”
When Simon turned around, one person stood out above all others.
A boy well over three meters tall, a giant of a man. The unfortunate students seated behind him craned their necks with grimaces on their faces.
“Shatel Maer. He’s part giant.”
“…Yeah, he’s huge.”
“He’ll probably major in Martial Combat. Who’s going to face that physique?”
Rowen shook his head slowly.
“And…heh.”
Rowen’s gaze shifted to the left, and his lips curved upward. Already, not just Rowen but many others had their eyes fixed on one particular person.
A girl with black hair and crimson eyes, sitting with perfect composure.
“No matter what anyone says, she’s the tower of this year. Lorraine Arcbold.”
Simon flinched slightly but composed himself and nodded.
“I thought for sure she’d get a Special Exception since she’s the only daughter of Nephthys, but apparently she just took the Entrance Examination normally and scored well enough to get in.”
“Really?”
“She’s not top or second place by the scores, but honestly, everyone already knows it anyway—she’s the strongest freshman this year.”
Simon agreed. He’d witnessed her abilities firsthand, so he knew better than anyone.
Just then, a man’s voice came from the podium.
“Now we shall begin the entrance ceremony! All students, please stand.”
A man who appeared to be the master of ceremonies took the stage.
True to Kizen’s style—clean, efficient, without a shred of waste. The vice-chancellor’s speech and the administrator’s remarks about protocols were all kept to exactly what was necessary. For the audience, it was blissfully concise.
The loudest cheers erupted when the faculty entered.
Top-tier Necromancers still actively working in the field, like Silaji. Even Simon, ignorant of continental affairs, had heard their names—they were celebrities of that caliber.
As these legendary figures appeared, the students’ reactions bordered on fanaticism.
While Rowen beside him was practically foaming at the mouth with excitement, Simon carefully observed the faculty members.
“Nephthys isn’t here.”
Rowen heard Simon’s murmur and laughed outright.
“Would that legendary Necromancer appear for a mere first-year ceremony? You might barely catch a glimpse once you’re a third-year.”
“…I see.”
The fact that such a person had ice cream smudged around her mouth and had gotten lost in the Langoustine district would never be believed if he told anyone.
“Next, we have the student oath. All students, please stand.”
At last, the final act of the entrance ceremony. Simon rose from his seat.
According to what Rowen had told him, the student representatives were the top male and female first-year students, one from each, who would come to the podium.
“When your name is called, please come forward to the stage.”
The master of ceremonies unfolded a document and spoke.
“Special Exception number two. Serne Aindarc.”
Thunderous applause erupted. The platinum-haired girl stood and walked forward.
Murmurs of “the Ivory Tower’s successor” echoed throughout the hall.
“And Special Exception number one.”
As the master of ceremonies opened his mouth again, the murmuring ceased instantly.
“Simon Polentia.”

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