Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 607

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 607
Simon opened his eyes slowly.
The scenery had changed, but he wasn’t particularly startled.
A space he’d grown oddly accustomed to.
This place, which he’d visited a few times before, was the Medical Ward on campus.
‘…When did they bring me here?’
He remembered clearly—seizing first place with the power of the Chaos Durehan he’d created using Manus, embracing his teammates in joy—but after that, his memory was blank.
“Simon’s awake!”
“Simon!”
The students in the ward rushed over. The dark-haired girl who reached him first clasped his hand, her voice etched with concern.
“Are you alright? How’s your body feeling?”
“Ah, Lorain.”
His head swam with vertigo, thick and hazy, but it was bearable. Simon pushed himself up on his elbows.
“I’m fine. How did the exam go?”
“Of course!”
Eshu, standing beside him, threw both arms up triumphantly.
“You’re first, Simon! And because of that, our Group 10 and Group 4 both got top scores! You’re incredible!”
“…Ha ha.”
Simon nodded with a dazed expression.
“Thank goodness.”
“That’s amazing! Insane! You’re not insane, are you? You’re a hero, Simon! Should we give you a chair-lift celebration right here and now?”
“Eshu.”
As Lorain fixed her with a steady gaze, Eshu drew back, both hands pressed lightly to her mouth.
“I’m so relieved, Simon.”
Toto looked worn down, his face drawn and pale. Simon gave a wry smile.
“You look haggard. Sorry for worrying you, Toto.”
“No, no! As long as you’re safe…”
“Even so, ten thousand was reckless.”
Lorain spoke with feigned irritation, yet her grip on his hand never loosened.
“What possessed you to think of such a thing?”
He felt genuine concern in that voice, and it made his chest tighten. He answered quietly.
“I’m not entirely sure myself. Everything happened so fast, so intensely. But—”
Simon smiled.
“I was certain I could do it.”
Lorain laughed as if she couldn’t help herself.
“That’s exactly what makes it reckless.”
Her smile felt briefly blinding to him. Then the Group 4 leader, who’d been hanging back, approached.
“I’m truly sorry, President.”
He bowed his head.
“If I’d scored properly, I wouldn’t have burdened you with the next round.”
“I told you.”
Simon shrugged.
“I said I’d do what I could. I simply did that.”
The Group 4 leader laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. Then Eshu, arms folded, let out a playful chuckle.
“President, you know that comment was kind of insensitive, right?”
Ha ha ha ha!
At last, laughter filled the ward, and the tense atmosphere broke.
Knock-knock—
With the knock, the ward door opened. A doctor from Kizen’s Medical Ward strode in, white coat sweeping behind them.
“Good, you’re awake. Fortunate indeed. I need to examine the patient, so students, please return to your classrooms.”
“Yes!”
The team members and the Group 4 leader withdrew. Lorain folded her hands neatly and bowed her head.
“Please take good care of Simon.”
“Of course.”
All the visitors left, and the door closed.
With only the two of them remaining in the ward, the doctor sat down beside Simon and spoke abruptly.
“Now, remove your shirt.”
“Pardon?”
Simon blinked at the sudden instruction.
“I need to examine you.”
“Yes, of course.”
Simon unfastened the buttons of his hospital gown with an uncertain expression.
“How’s your body feeling?”
“Aside from the weakness and a bit of mental fog, I’m doing all right.”
The ward physician began running bare hands over Simon’s body without even a stethoscope.
Something was beginning to feel off, but as the hands moved across his abdomen, Simon detected something distinctly intimate in their touch.
“…Erzsebet.”
The moment Simon spoke, the ward physician froze, hands stilling.
Seeing that reaction, Simon spoke with near certainty.
“I’m angry. What are you doing?”
The ward physician stared at Simon intently, and then a blinding light flashed across the room.
But instead of shedding a cocoon, white feathers scattered about like a swan molting.
“Does it feel like that?”
The light faded slowly.
In its place sat Serne, lips pouting in a sulk.
“When your man calls out his ex’s name in his sleep and it bothers you?”
“S-Serne?!”
Simon’s face flushed crimson with shock. Serne smiled wickedly and leaned in close.
“Who’s Erzsebet? What kind of woman is she?”
Her platinum hair cascaded toward Simon’s face, and a sweet perfume tickled his nose.
“Ah, that’s right—I remember now. That was the nickname of the Ancient Undead you own, wasn’t it? That creature does things like this to you too?”
As Serne’s palm ran across his body, mimicking an examination, Simon’s face turned crimson in an instant.
“D-don’t!”
“Hehe.”
Serne’s tongue flicked playfully.
“Yesterday you were drenched in blood, mowing down ten thousand without mercy—that charismatic man—and now you can’t move an inch, making faces like this. The contrast makes me tingle…”
“Serne!”
“I’m joking.”
Serne covered her mouth, chuckling.
“Anyway, I heard the Kizen Rector’s daughter asked me to look after you, so shall we continue the examination?”
Simon recalled Lorain, who had greeted the physician earlier, and opened his mouth.
“The incoming rector’s orders, after all.”
She ran her hand through the cascading copper-colored hair, pulled out a single feather, and placed it on Simon’s bandaged body, moving it slowly.
The sensation of the feather—soft yet ticklish.
His mind went dizzy even as something felt strange.
“Why are you doing this!”
Simon cried out in panic.
“It’s an examination, after all. Later, when you recover and become healthy—”
Her voice dripped like melted candy as she continued.
“You’re welcome to get revenge on me the same way.”
“W-what are you even—!”
Bang!
The hospital room door burst open. Merin, her sky-blue hair leading the way, rushed in with urgency.
“Simon! You’re hurt! Are you okay?”
Her face flushed hot in an instant.
On the hospital bed lay Simon with his gown buttons undone, and beside him sat Serne tickling him with a feather.
Unable to process what she was witnessing, Merin’s face grew redder by the second before she let out a shriek.
“What in the world are you doing in a medical ward!”
Before anyone could say a word, Merin unleashed Dark Magic. A bluish light flashed, and in an instant the hospital room froze like a winter kingdom, snow falling inside.
“Heh.”
Serne dodged the attack and perched on the windowsill, waving at Simon.
“I’ll come back later~ Simon. And see you again, Merin!”
Serne leapt out the window. Merin rushed after her, burning with fury, but they were on the sixth floor.
“You really—!”
Dick and Kamibarez followed, both looking dazed. At that moment, the real ward physician appeared between them.
“Ugh, did I overexert myself yesterday? Suddenly so sleepy… huh?”
He opened his eyes belatedly and looked at the ward.
A patient awake.
An open window.
And a hospital room transformed into a winter landscape of snow and ice, before which stood a girl with sky-blue hair, her face flushed crimson, wearing an expression that screamed, “I’m the culprit,” stealing nervous glances around.
“I’m so, so sorry…….”

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Simon’s hospital room was transferred to a larger, cleaner space. After cleaning up the mess she’d caused, Merin had to apologize to the Medical Ward staff multiple times before she could finally escape.
Fortunately, the Medical Ward refrained from reporting the incident to the school or the department.
“Man, this girl’s a real troublemaker.”
Dick, who’d finally caught some dirt on her, grinned mischievously as he spoke.
“Who throws ice bombs around just because they’re annoyed? When she grows up and catches someone in an affair, she’ll destroy the entire world.”
“I said I was sorry!”
Merin, who’d been quietly peeling fruit, flushed red and shouted. At that, Dick let out a yelp and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
“Merin’s mad! Please don’t turn me into an ice sculpture!”
“Hey!!”
Simon and Kamibarez burst into laughter. Then their eyes met, and Kamibarez smiled sweetly, fluttering her wings.
“I was so worried about you! Simon.”
“Sorry. I’ve been like this lately.”
“Get better soon and come back, Simon!”
Dick crossed his legs and teased playfully.
“Something big’s coming to the Student Council soon.”
At those words, everyone’s gaze shifted to Dick. Simon tilted his head in confusion.
“Something big?”
“Yeah, but it’s still unconfirmed information, so I shouldn’t say it here. Let’s discuss it when you return to the Council. Recovery comes first.”
Simon scratched the side of his head.
“Now you’ve made me even more curious.”
“You’ll find out soon enough, so just wait a bit. Oh! But I’ve got a question for you.”
Dick leaned forward with a sly smile.
“What’s it like, playing with feathers?”
Merin’s face turned crimson. She seized a chair and hurled it. The edge caught Dick square in the face—Crack!—and he let out a dying wail as he rolled across the floor.

* * *
Simon devoted himself to rest.
At least the weekend was coming soon—fortunately, if he’d spent the weekdays cooped up in the hospital room, he would’ve fallen badly behind on coursework.
In any case, many people came to visit him during that time.
His seniors and friends from the Mutation Club, led by Benya and Fitzgerald.
His 1st-year juniors, centered around Sasha, Arthur, and Princess Molly.
Last year’s A-Class students—Jamie Victoria, Claudia Mendes, Sindy Vivache, and others.
His seniors and classmates from the Summoning Studies Department.
The Student Council’s direct subordinates and the teaching assistants he’d grown close to.
Even professors came to visit.
Professor Parahan from the Holy Defense Magic department brought baby divine beast cats with him, and afterward, even busy people like Jane, Hong Peng, and Byeol-Ya stopped by Simon’s room.
—To think such a genius would be injured so badly by nothing more than a Summoning Creature’s side effect!
In particular, Professor Bahil from the Curse Magic department held forth passionately with one story after another. The hospital room was soon filled with Curse Magic textbooks he’d brought as gifts.
Bahil stayed well past visiting hours until the hospital doctors finally dragged him away.
And his direct supervisor, Aaron, dropped by the room late in the evening, looking somewhat gaunt.
He didn’t say much.
—I’ll prepare the Bone Dragon class.
Simon felt such joy bursting through his chest that he nearly died—and then tumbled right off the hospital bed, scraping his knees in the process.
And so the weekend ended, and a new weekday morning arrived.
Simon was discharged without incident and attended classes.
Since the Midterm Examination and Dullahan Practical Assessment had just concluded, the Summoning Studies professors moved through the material at a more relaxed pace and finished slightly earlier than usual.
Simon thanked them for their consideration, packed his bag, and attended the Student Council Room for the first time in a while.
“Hey, you’re back!”
Dick, Merin, and Kamibarez were already waiting in the Student Council Room.
Simon put on his Student Council President’s coat and took his seat.
Dick walked over to the wheeled blackboard and tapped it with a few deliberate coughs.
“Alright, let me explain ‘that issue’ now!”
Simon grinned widely.
“I’ve been dying of curiosity this whole time. Just tell me already.”
“Okay, okay. Three weeks from now.”
Dick picked up chalk and quickly wrote out a single word.
<Dark Festival>
“A national-level event held once every five years! A massive athletic festival jointly hosted by Kizen and the Dark Alliance is opening!”
Simon’s eyes went wide.
“An athletic… festival?”

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