Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 615

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 615
Simon lifted the Amplification Crystal.
“I’m Simon Polentia.”
The mere announcement of his name drew a roar from the crowd. The 1st Years on the left side, in particular, erupted with enthusiasm.
“The Student Council President!”
“He’s here!”
A banner hung overhead, emblazoned with some flowery phrase about the brilliance of the day, fluttering in the breeze.
With their side cheering so passionately, Simon couldn’t resist. He gave a modest wave, and the response doubled in force—a thunderous roar that swept across the arena. The spectators watching from the stands couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.
Even the observers smiled at the spectacle.
“The sky is clear.”
At last, the young man’s voice rang out across the grounds.
“To the distinguished professors, my fellow students who have always helped me, the senior students I admire, the talented juniors, and to all the citizens of the Dark Alliance gathered here—I’m truly honored to stand before you today.”
Simon smiled softly.
“Most importantly, I’m genuinely grateful that the Dark Festival could be held safely this year.”
As his speech progressed, the crowd was drawn in swiftly.
Compelling sentences, a warm voice that seemed to pull listeners in willingly.
By any measure, he was the picture-perfect Student Council President.
The Student Council members standing behind Simon, as if guarding him, felt their own shoulders straighten with pride. Merin and Kamibarez caught each other’s eyes and smiled knowingly, while even Dick, who had contributed a sentence to the speech, felt the corners of his mouth rise the moment Simon delivered those words.
Clear skies.
The perfect opening to the festival—but not for everyone.
“This is unbearable. Absolutely unbearable.”
There was one person for whom this spectacle brought only displeasure.
Will Douglas, ranked 12th among all 3rd Years, scowled deeply.
“First the Entrance Ceremony, now they’re running the festival too. The spectators are all asking why a 2nd Year is Student Council President. Say something, Leonard!”
Leonard, standing at the front of the 3rd Year Summoning Department students, offered a thin smile.
“Don’t ruin a good day with that scowl, Will. Simon Polentia is on our side this festival anyway.”
“I don’t care if he’s on our side! The problem is that a 2nd Year is standing in that position! How do you think people see our class?”
“When Aezel returns, the atmosphere will shift.”
“Damn it all! Aezel, Aezel, Aezel!”
Will, who had been scratching his head roughly, continued with a more hardened expression.
“There’s a rumor he’s dead.”
……
The man who should have become Student Council President.
Aezel’s return was taking longer than expected.
Kizen headquarters was keeping all details of Aezel’s mission—even his survival status—strictly confidential, so rumors ran rampant among the students.
Some said Aezel died during the mission. Others claimed he’d vanished. Still more whispered that he’d been captured by the Sacred Federation and Kizen was negotiating his ransom. Every conceivable speculation swirled through the student body.
“The real problem is that he was foolish enough to follow in Phantasus’s footsteps in the first place.”
Aezel is a talented student.
He is undoubtedly the strongest Kizen has now, and one who would excel in any setting.
Yet, becoming obsessed with Phantasus—one of the strongest Student Council Presidents in Kizen’s history—he fell into misfortune.
It was inevitable he’d be compared to his predecessor. To dispel the doubts directed at him, Aezel volunteered a year ago to undertake a long-term mission of the same difficulty level that Phantasus had once challenged.
He wanted to overcome the questioning gazes directed at him through sheer force of will.
[A sparrow trying to follow a crane will end up tearing its own legs.]
Leonard and Will turned their heads.
A man with dark circles around his eyes so pronounced he looked like a panda—not mere exhaustion, but the signature marks of Spirit Form Projection—stood swirling his cloak.
Sota Pshuke, the Necromancy Department Representative and ranked 6th overall.
[Word is even active operatives are on thin ice with missions like that. How could anyone manage it?]
“Sota.”
Leonard turned to face him.
“What are you doing during a public event with so many outsiders present? Return to your department’s section.”
Sota pointed behind him.
[I’m already back there.]
Indeed, Sota’s physical form stood blankly in the Necromancy Department’s section. The figure now speaking in front of them was translucent—a form that resembled a spirit projected outward from Sota’s body itself.
‘……He really is formidable.’
Will, watching, broke into a cold sweat.
The record for Spirit Form Projection was supposed to be one hour. A 3rd Year Department Representative truly operated on a different level.
[If you want my opinion,]
Sota pulled the corners of his eyes outward mockingly.
[Aezel is dead.]
……
So we need to act now too. The professors, the 1st Years, even outsiders from beyond—they’re all satisfied with Simon Polentia. We have to make sure that 2nd Year doesn’t stay on as Student Council President for the second semester.
He slowly clenched his fist.
We can’t rely on a dead Aezel. It won’t get us anywhere.
“Sorry to interrupt while you Department Representatives are talking, but look over there.”
Will pointed with his finger to the side.
A short distance away from them.
A man wearing an iron mask stood with a rigid expression.
Ballak, the Poison Studies Department Representative and 3rd Year second-ranked student, was known to regard his rival Aezel with intense focus.
Leonard and Sota moved a step closer.
“What’s the plan?”
Leonard asked in a hushed voice.
We have to turn the Dark Festival into chaos.
Sota answered.
The Student Council manages the Dark Festival. If large and small problems break out between students during the festival, more people will begin to doubt Simon Polentia’s leadership. That’s where we start.
“I don’t know about that.”
Leonard smiled faintly.
Whether we turn the Dark Festival into a mess or cause an incident, I don’t care. But in exchange, the Department Victory this year belongs to the Summoning Department. That’s non-negotiable.”
That’s your problem right there, Leonard.
Sota sighed.
You care too much for your people. But now is the time to see the bigger picture.
…….
Remember: when this year ends, we have to leave Kizen too.
His Spirit Form Projection slowly dissolved, his body growing increasingly translucent.
If your mind changes, come find me.

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Dark Festival, Boilstone Arena.
“Roaaaar!”
This was a colossal venue capable of holding thirty thousand spectators.
The heat from the crowd that packed the seats was intense. Everyone gripped sweat in their palms as they watched the match unfold.
-This is announcer Conrad Hayabon! We’re bringing you the 2nd Year match this afternoon at Boilstone Arena!
There was no “ground” in this arena.
Chains twisted and tangled through the empty air, the only footholds available, and students could be seen scrambling frantically across them.
Below the chains, brilliant red lava churned and bubbled. One slip and disqualification was certain.
-Shrieeeek!
There was even a monster. A colossal creature immersed in the lava—a Salamander Snake.
It thrashed its tail in indiscriminate attacks on the students, who ran without pause to dodge both the monster’s strikes and the lava shooting upward.
-This event is Balloon Theft! Collect the balloons floating throughout the arena and deposit as many as possible into the basket at the summit—whichever department succeeds wins! Who will emerge as the ultimate victor?
Cheers erupted from all sides.
“Come on! Go Curse Department!”
“Glek Crow! Show us what you’ve got!”
“There! You’ve got to grab it! Yes, that’s it!”
The Combat Magic Department students were the ones making the most visible impression, adapting swiftly to the battlefield.
While some students struggled just to maintain their footing on the chains, the Combat Magic students—whose physical prowess was exceptional—bounded across like fish in water.
“Hah!”
One Combat Magic student pushed off hard from a chain and reached out toward a balloon suspended in the air.
“This makes three balloons……!”
Whoooosh!
But a scarlet flame engulfed the student reaching for the balloon. His Barrier Gauge plummeted to zero in an instant, and he was forcibly teleported out of the arena.
-There it is again!
Roooaaaar!
A jet-black dragon perched on the chains and roared.
A wide-area Curse—Dragon Fear—detonated, and the students’ movements froze in shock. In that moment, the serpent monster’s tail appeared and sent them flying.
-The Summoning Department has deployed its Department Representative for this match! 2nd Year third-ranked Hector Moor! Formidable indeed!
Each time the Corpse Dragon breathed fire, students tumbled from the chains like autumn leaves. Meanwhile, Aseraz Mikel, handling the collection, manipulated the Skeleton’s arms to snatch the balloons.
-And with Aseraz Mikel, ranked 5th overall! The Summoning Department has fielded two Top Ten competitors in a single match! That means they’re seizing this event for certain—at least, that’s my personal take. It’s a solid strategy: focus and concentration are key!
But the students of Kizen were not ones to let a single faction run away with victory. The other departments began making countermeasures.
“Stop the Moor family first!”
Curse Department students, sliding across the opposite chains, hurled Curses relentlessly at Hector.
Hector grimaced with allergic reactions erupting between his scales, but suddenly a massive shadow appeared behind the Curse Department students’ backs.
-That summoning creature!
Clang!
Clang!
Blade after blade struck home, and the Curse Department students’ Barrier Gauges plummeted to zero in an instant. As the caster withdrew from the field, the curse binding Hector lifted.
Crash!
Chains tilted heavily around the massive figure wielding its sword.
This enormous being, boasting tremendous weight, held a greatsword in one hand and its own severed head in the other.
-A Dullahan! It’s a Dullahan!
The announcer lurched to his feet. Six Dullahans were already bounding across the chains, overwhelming students from the other departments.
-We mentioned earlier that Summoning students were holding back at the start of the match, but they had Dullahans ready! How many are there? Extraordinary! Can all the Summoning students summon Dullahans?
The Summoning Department’s advance, forged through intensive Dullahan training.
Combined with the stellar performances of the top two ranked students.
1st Place, Summoning Department: 35 points.
2nd Place, Combat Magic Department: 20 points.
3rd Place, Curse Department: 18 points.
After the first balloon theft match, the gap between the Summoning Department and 2nd-place Combat Magic had doubled.
“We’re going to win this one for sure.”
Simon, watching from the stands, murmured with a grin.
“Yeah. They’re all doing great.”
Lorain beside him clapped her hands, cheering on their classmates.
Watching the match was entertaining in itself. Yet as Simon sat motionless in the stands, he felt an itch in his limbs—an urge to get down there and show what he could do.
“Go for it! Summoning Department!”
Leading the Summoning Department’s cheers was Eshu, brimming with energy. She waved her support gear, drawing roars from the crowd.
“Our representative’s doing great!”
“Aseraz! Keep your composure!”
Perhaps because the Summoning students’ voices were so loud, the Blood Studies Department seated across the way fired back their own cheers.
“Wooooo!”
“Beggars showing up! Why don’t you go pick berries in the park!”
“We wouldn’t accept you even if you transferred to our department!”
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Blood Studies students burst into mocking laughter. At their words, a vein bulged visibly in Eshu’s forehead.
“Argghhh! How dare you! Don’t even dream of donating blood, you bloodsucker freaks!”
“Did you take your iron supplements? Heart failure! Arrhythmia! Hair loss!”
“Your career dream is the Blood Heavenly Cult!”
The atmosphere was getting dangerously heated.
Agitated students shot to their feet.
“Hair loss and the Blood Heavenly Cult? That’s crossing the line, you lunatics!”
“And you were the ones talking about transfers in the first place!”
As the tension escalated, instructors and staff finally stepped in to restrain the students.
This was the kind of scene you could only see at the Dark Festival.
“Simon.”
Fitzgerald, who was involved in organizing the 2nd year schedule, approached.
“Your match is coming up soon.”
“Oh, really? Time sure flies.”
Simon jumped to his feet and prepared himself.
“I don’t want to add pressure.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses.
“But it’s not an overstatement to say our department’s fate depends on the next match. How confident are you?”
At Fitzgerald’s words, Simon grinned and answered.
“One hundred percent. I’ll bring back a win.”

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