Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 611

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 611
In truth, this Dark Festival was not merely stirring the enthusiasm of students alone.
“Department supremacy is too obvious a matter to warrant further discussion, wouldn’t you agree.”
Bahil, a man in an elegantly tailored white suit with an air of refined sophistication, lifted his coffee cup as he spoke.
Before him stood all the key figures of the Curse Department, including the 3rd Year Department Representative, standing at attention.
“But there is something far more important than that.”
Click.
Bahil set his teacup down on the desk.
“Regardless of anything else, we must bring down the Summoning Department. By any means necessary.”
One of the 3rd Year students rubbed his palms together as he spoke.
“Understood, Professor! Truth be told, those bastards don’t even warrant our attention! Just looking at recent Dark Festival records—sixth place, fifth, seventh, seventh, seventh. If we leave them alone, they’ll just……”
“I didn’t call you all here to listen to that drivel.”
Veins bulged across Bahil’s forehead.
“Am I or am I not having this conversation with you right now?”
The students’ expressions froze solid beneath the overwhelming pressure emanating from him—as though the very air had grown heavy enough to crush their heads and shoulders.
“My apologies.”
He withdrew the tension and offered a slight smile.
The refined, gentlemanly Bahil that commanded the respect of so many students had returned.
Click.
Bahil lifted his teacup and closed his eyes.
‘……Phantasus Hu Ikel. That man has made the department far too soft.’
When he was teaching the 3rd Years, the Curse Department had been nothing but elite hounds, chasing only victory and results.
But during his brief sojourn teaching the 1st Years after his research work, Phantasus had completely transformed the department’s atmosphere.
The prospect of chasing championship glory with these 3rd Years—who now wore toothless, flabby grins devoid of killer instinct—gave him a headache.
“The role of the 2nd Years is especially crucial.”
Snap!
Bahil’s finger flicked, and Merida Hu Ikel, who had been nodding off, jerked her head upright. She tried to pretend she’d never been drowsy, but saliva was already dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Reproachful glares shot toward her from all directions—*Have you lost your mind in front of the Professor?*—but Merida simply swallowed and stared vacantly ahead with sleepy eyes.
“Your target as a 2nd Year is Simon Polentia. You must bring him down in the tournament by any means.”
Something flickered behind Merida’s drowsy gaze, a subtle shift in her half-lidded eyes. Bahil caught it.
“Interesting. It seems you have some interest in him.”
Reactions from Merida were rare, so the other students cast surprised glances in her direction as well.
“Come to think of it, I hear you were dispatched to the Ivory Tower along with Simon, the Student Council President.”
Nod.
She answered with a movement of her head alone.
“Can you defeat him?”
“……”
Merida blinked her round eyes several times before answering.
“I can’t beat him.”
The students stared at the back of her head in shock.
‘You should have at least said you could win!’
All the students wanted now was to leave Bahil’s office alive.
Bahil wore a peculiar expression as he leaned back in his chair.
“So you’re admitting that Simon Polentia is a cut above you?”
“Normally I would have won.”
She replied curtly.
“But Phantasus taught Simon the same Sleep magic I have. When I was dispatched to the Ivory Tower, I even showed Simon the Void Dream State in front of everyone.”
“How refreshingly honest.”
Bahil wiggled his fingers.
“It is true that he is strong. However, he possesses no particular Curse Resistance or Curse Dispelling Technique, so there is certainly room to exploit. I will bestow upon you some special curses of my own creation.”
A chance to learn Bahil’s new curses!
Merida’s expression scarcely changed, but the other 2nd Years clenched their fists with barely concealed excitement.
“Thank you! Thank you so much! We’ll do our absolute best! Professor Bahil!”
“We’ll make sure Simon Polentia is sent back as a corpse……!”
CRACK-BOOM!
The student who had made that last remark was suddenly struck head-on by black lightning and hurled into a bookshelf. Bookshelves across the room groaned and toppled, scattering files and scraps of paper in all directions.
“Poison must be administered in precise measure to become medicine.”
Bahil lowered the index finger he had raised.
Between the crumbling shelves, a rat convulsed and trembled, squeaking shrilly.
“Mind your words in my presence.”
The students’ faces went rigid.
‘So what are we supposed to do?’
Bahil had been the one to order them to defeat Simon, yet now he spoke of crushing him—and their responses lurched from one extreme to the other.
There was no way to know which direction to follow.
Tap, tap.
Just then, a knock sounded at the Research Laboratory door. Bahil spoke without turning around.
“I said not to let anyone in.”
But ignoring his words, the door swung open with a creak.
“Pardon the intrusion, Professor.”
It was Chehekle, the Senior Instructor of the Curse Department.
It took her five seconds to assess the situation.
Collapsed bookshelves, a single mouse, and students wearing expressions that screamed save us, please.
A sight she’d seen before.
“It’s growing quite late. The Dormitory supervisor will be looking for these students, so I’ll see them back now.”
She used Cancellation Magic to restore the student transformed into a mouse to his original form. He trembled violently, his face pale with fright.
“Off you go. And take this student with you.”
“Y-yes!”
“Our apologies!”
The students fled from Bahil’s Research Office as if chased.
And even as Merida nodded off in the corner—forgotten in the chaos—the 3rd Year Department Representative rushed in with a start, scooped her up, and whisked her away.
Click.
Chehekle shut the door, and silence settled over the Research Laboratory.
“Ah.”
Bahil smiled faintly and lifted his teacup once more.
“If you’re too gentle with students, they develop bad habits. Chehekle.”
“You’ve crossed a line, sir.”
Chehekle’s voice was sharp.
“What kind of professor curses his students and turns them into mice?”
“I apologize for that. I simply… lost my composure when they showed such a lack of awareness.”
Chehekle shook her head and rubbed the space between her brows.
‘He heard that Simon excelled as a Dullahan and it’s been eating at him.’
“Time moves so quickly. Before I knew it, the Midterm Examination had already passed. At this rate, I’ll miss my window entirely.”
Bahil tapped his fingertips against the armrest.
“This Dark Festival is my chance. I may have to consider more aggressive measures.”

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Flutter!
Today, too, Simon reported to the Student Council Room.
He draped the Student Council President’s Coat over himself with a flourish, then turned around.
“All right, let’s get started—”
“Simon?”
Bang!
Merin set down a stack of documents on the desk with a grin.
“You’re late, and you’re posing? Drop the act and review these, quick.”
“Y-yes.”
Simon’s spirit deflated instantly as he sat meekly in the executive chair. Merin dashed off to find more materials, calling over her shoulder.
“Oh, and check that stack first! It’s a summary of student complaints from the last Dark Festival. We’re going to review it and have a meeting an hour from now!”
“Got it.”
Work kept piling on.
Just as Simon picked up the adjacent stack and began skimming through it quickly—
“Work, work, work~”
Thud!
This time, Mojo dumped another bundle of documents on the desk. Simon’s mouth fell open as he stared at him.
“…What is this?”
“The Dark Festival sponsor application list.”
Mojo grinned, flashing his teeth. Simon flipped through the documents rapidly.
“…Wait, hold on. Shouldn’t the committee review something this important?”
“That’s the official Dark Festival sponsor list. This one’s for sponsors offering free support to students—a different category, you could say.”
“What’s the difference, then?”
Simon felt his mind starting to fray as he began tackling the Dark Festival-related work.
The work of the Student Council during normal times was worlds apart from the Dark Festival duties—in volume, difficulty, everything.
Things he’d once dismissed without much thought turned out to have layers of concrete, intricate procedure underneath.
‘And here I thought studying was the easiest part?’
The Dark Festival work was overwhelming enough to make him wonder such things.
And being Student Council President demanded sound judgment above all.
Merin, Dick, Kamibarez—they filtered out the unnecessary and submitted only the critical items to Simon for his decision and choice. The responsibility fell entirely on him.
Simon ran through the maps and survey documents, then rubbed his temples.
‘They want to cut a road through the hill? What if there’s a landslide when it rains? The event’s less than a week away…’
Of course, making the decision meant bearing the responsibility too.
He felt the weight settle on his shoulders.
‘Can’t let the tail wag the dog.’
Simon stamped the rejection seal and moved to the next document.
And so it went.
“All right, let’s have a meeting!”
An hour vanished in a heartbeat.
Work, meeting. Work, meeting. Even deep into the night, the tasks kept piling up. Normally he’d have to be back in the Dormitory before curfew, but Jane had pulled strings to get him an exemption.
Though at this point, he wasn’t sure whether it counted as a privilege anymore.
“Man, the campus is creepy at night.”
Dick peered out the window.
“All the lights are out. Looks like only our building’s still on?”
Smack!
A crumpled ball of paper nailed Dick, and he staggered.
“I told you to stop slacking off!”
Merin shouted.
“Seriously, let’s take a breath here! Are you some kind of slave driver? You’re going to kill someone!”
“You’ve been messing around every chance you get since earlier!”
Even as she said it, Merin pressed her fingers to her forehead.
“Ugh, I’m running on empty. I need something sweet.”
“Me too!”
Knock-knock-knock.
As though waiting for exactly that cue, Mojo, the leader of Simon’s direct subordinates, stepped into the Student Council Room.
“Professor Jane sent this. Please, do eat.”
All four pairs of eyes went wide.
Fresh-baked pie, chicken dishes, and all manner of appetizing food came pouring in via the subordinates.
Merin quickly cleared the cluttered desk.
“Mojo, you should have some too!”
“Kind of you, but we’re eating in the Break Room for staff. Do enjoy your meal.”
The team paused their work, gathered around the table, and savored the late-night spread.
“Mmmm—”
Merin closed her eyes in bliss, the honey-slathered pizza disappearing into her mouth.
“I’m gonna get fat.”
“This is so good!”
Simon and Dick were devouring their food with combative gusto.
“I ate a ton at dinner, but somehow this all fits.”
“Right?”
The four of them enjoyed the meal in a warm, easy atmosphere. Dick leaned back against the sofa, gnawing on a chicken leg.
“It’s great eating like this, but you’re telling me we have to do all-nighters for three weeks straight? Just kill me now.”
“I’m so happy right now!”
Kamibarez fluttered her bat wings excitedly.
“The three of you and me, all together in one space, working late into the night, eating delicious food, talking and laughing—when I look back on this later, I know it’s going to be such a wonderful memory!”
Working as part of the Student Council like this was part of school life itself.
Simon and Dick nodded along with a smile. Kamibarez clenched her tiny fists with fierce determination and pumped them in the air.
“I’m going to work even harder from now on!”
Merin finally couldn’t hold back.
“Kami! You’re so cute!”
She pounced without warning and buried her face in Kamibarez’s chest.
Kamibarez’s eyes widened in surprise, then softened as she gently, tenderly stroked Merin’s hair.
“Merin, why have you become such a crybaby lately?”
“Heh, I’ve always been like this, actually.”
Simon smiled quietly to himself.
Merin had been emotionally shaken by recent events, but now she seemed to have recovered and found her footing again.
“Ugh, I hate that lispy voice, seriously.”
Dick made a face of disgust and giggled, only to take a back kick from Merin. Simon and Kamibarez’s laughter filled the room brightly.

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Two days later.
Simon and the Student Council members climbed up Mountain Hill.
“We’re here!”
Rocksum in Kizen, where strong currents and towering waves had raged.
But unlike any other day, the sea had grown calm today. It would remain so for the next several weeks.
“I’m so excited! The Dark Festival!”
“Yeah. Now it really begins.”
And against that blue sea, thousands of ships cut through the waters and sailed into Rocksum.

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