Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 617

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 617
A few weeks prior.
-The damage to the Durehan body is too severe.
Immediately after the practical assessment, Simon made his way to the Mutation Club the moment he was discharged from the infirmary.
Benya, dressed in work clothes, wiped the sweat from her brow as she spoke.
-I managed an emergency repair, but if things go on like this, the Guardian’s body will explode like a bomb.
-Ah……
Benya flicked Simon’s forehead with a sharp tap, her expression deliberately stern despite his dejected look.
-Why are you worrying about the undead? Before that, your own body is about to burst!
After the practical assessment, the damage Simon’s body had sustained was equally catastrophic.
Burst blood vessels in his eyes, coughing up blood foam, reversed Shadow Aura flowing backward, organs twisted.
It was remarkable he’d survived at all.
Simon had a constitution that responded well to healing, and had it not been for Professor Parahan from the Sacred Defense Studies Department, who’d snuck into the hospital room and used Healing Magic, the aftereffects would have lingered far longer.
-I don’t enjoy saying this, and it’s not a boast that I entered Kizen a year before you.
She lowered her hand, her voice tinged with concern.
-As a senior, I’m giving you this advice: never use Chaos Durehan in that way again.
Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t have.
For this Durehan practical assessment, the preparation time had been unlimited, so Simon had entered the arena with Chaos Magic already prepared.
The time required to activate Chaos Durehan was a full two hours.
Most tests at Kizen, including duel evaluations, forbid the use of pre-prepared Magic Circles. As things stood, he’d be unable to use it not just in duel evaluations, but in real combat as well.
‘I have to become stronger.’
He acknowledged it.
Chaos Durehan was still a power beyond his reach.
So Simon decided to change his approach.
‘I don’t need much. Just borrowing a single sword stroke would be enough.’
A Sword Master undead wielding the very force of chaos itself.
During the practical assessment, he’d fought that way because there were ten thousand enemies, but in truth, he could repel nearly any opponent with just one swing of that blade.
‘I’ll devise a fast-deployment Instant Magic Circle.’
He wouldn’t activate the Black Engine of Chaos Durehan. Instead, he researched a way to move Chaos Durehan by layering Magic Circles that would allow him to wield only a single sword stroke.
The result.

Swoooooooosh!
Simon succeeded in executing Manus’s signature technique.
The sky split in two,
and Simon and Manus, who’d drawn an irresistible straight line, brought their swords down with the monster at their backs.
Shing—
The massive monster’s neck fell with a clean, perfect slice.
‘This is how it’s done.’
Simon let out a low chuckle.
――――!
A vast silence fell over the entire arena.
“Ah! A-ah! Aaaaaah!”
The commentator stood slack-jawed, unable to continue. The twin professor giggled, and the crowd leapt to their feet, eyes wide.
“First place! The first student to eliminate the monster is none other than!”
The commentator thrust his arm up forcefully.
“The Student Council President from the Summoning Department, competing solo! Simon Polentia!!”
Roooooooar!
A thunderous roar of applause erupted from the entire spectator section.
Gyrodail from the Curse Department had his heart pierced moments too late, but first place had already been decided.
“What, what?! We’re in second place?”
“He was just wasting time with skeletons the whole time—how did he overtake us?”
The Curse Department students who’d taken second place could only roll their eyes in disbelief.
“……One stroke.”
One student muttered, as if unable to believe it.
“……He severed Gyrodail’s neck in a single stroke.”
“Don’t talk nonsense! Look how thick that neck is!”
“I really saw it!”
Simon and Manus, in perfect unison, elegantly performed the motion of sheathing their swords, then exhaled deeply.
‘Don’t regret it.’
Back when he’d first created and used the Guard unit, he remembered it took a long time and involved many cumbersome processes—golem cores, blood golems, and the like.
But now, as Simon’s capabilities had grown, he could wield his Elite Unit with perfect freedom.
‘Someday, you will too.’
With that resolve, Simon retrieved Manus’s Skull and the Chaos Durehan’s body into his Subspace amid the roaring cheers of the surging crowd.
Hahahaha!
Exclamations poured forth from the Dark Alliance’s VIP section as well.
“First place in a team game, competing solo! This is delightful!”
“It’s remarkable how Kizen produces such talent year after year.”
Simon’s impact had been so overwhelming that the other departments’ matches were somewhat overshadowed or relegated to the background. One by one, Gyrodail fell, and the games ended.
In terms of time alone, all seven departments were evenly matched without falling behind. Simon pressed his fists together.
‘Still not enough. I need to work harder.’

* * *
That night.
“Let’s celebrate first place overall on the first day!”
“Cheers!”
Waaaaaaa!
The sound of beer glasses clinking echoed continuously through the Summoning Department Dormitory Lobby. Second and third years gathered together, clinking cups and laughing boisterously.
“Everyone worked hard.”
Leonard, the Department Representative sitting at the head seat, smiled with pleasure.
“Second years especially—thank you sincerely for bringing home first place overall.”
He turned and called out to his classmates.
“We third years need to step up our game too!”
“That’s right!”
“The seniors won’t lose either!”
Joyful laughter poured out from all corners.
The first day’s results were encouraging.
Third Year Summoning Department: third place.
Second Year Summoning Department: first place.
Combined, first place overall.
‘So it turned out this way.’
Simon smiled contentedly and took a sip of his beer. This ranking had been possible because the third year Curse Department and Dark Reversal Magic Department had underperformed.
“The natural outcome.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses.
“The third year Curse Department was thoroughly marked by the Poison Studies Department. The Dark Reversal Magic Department felt the absence of their absolute ace, Aezel, far too keenly.”
Third year first place had unexpectedly gone to the Poison Studies Department—the department where Ballak, Aezel’s rival, was.
“But we can’t let our guard down yet. We had the advantage on the first day, but the Dark Festival still has four days left. Now that we’ve placed first on day one, concentrated efforts to mark and contain us will come.”
Fitzgerald looked at Simon.
“Your role is crucial, Simon.”
“Yeah. I’ll work hard.”
The atmosphere grew increasingly lively.
Beer glasses passed back and forth as students turned the dormitory lobby into complete chaos. Ordinarily, the dormitory supervisor would never have allowed it, but even that stern supervisor was willing to overlook it given how remarkable the Summoning Department’s first place was.
With the department’s spirits at their peak, toasts erupted from all directions.
To the Combat Magic Department representative who stumbled on the tightrope.
To the bathroom repair.
To Benya Vanilla, who got five kills in the survival match.
To Ballak, who took down their opposing ace.
And then.
“To the Student Council President who competed solo in a team game and claimed first place! To Simon Polentia!”
“Cheers!”
Simon lifted his glass, his face flushed slightly with embarrassment. Beer glasses held high from all around went to the students’ lips.
“President.”
“Hey there.”
Amid the noisy atmosphere, Simon was talking with Fitzgerald and Toto when two female students quietly slipped in front of him.
“Your match today was incredible.”
They brushed their long hair smoothly to the side and sat down in front of Simon. Their cheeks were slightly flushed, as if they had a touch of alcohol in them.
“Thanks.”
Who were they?
In truth, they were classmates he knew only by face, ones he’d never really had a proper conversation with.
“You’re amazing~ We admire you, as fellow Necromancers of the same age!”
“How do you get so strong?”
“During the practical assessment, when I took down ten thousand of them, I got such a chill!”
The girls tumbled over each other with their stories.
“If you’re free this weekend……
Squeak!
”
Suddenly the girl’s voice cracked and shot out in a strangled pitch. Her face flushed crimson as she clamped her mouth shut with a wet sound.
“Are you all right?”
Simon stood up in alarm.
“Oh, sorry—
Squeak!
My throat’s stuck—
Squeak!
”
Each time she made a sound like a pig’s squeal, her whole body convulsed.
“Ohoho! What are you—
BURP!
”
Now a girl on the opposite side suddenly let out an enormous belch. The students around her turned to stare.
“No, this just—
BURRRP!
”
“What is that noise? Where’s the whale yawning from!”
“Ha-ha-ha!”
In the end, the girls bolted for the women’s restroom with flushed faces.
While Simon stood frozen,
“Out of bounds and didn’t even know it.”
Serne appeared, shaking her auburn hair, and sat down in front of him.
“Mind if I join?”
“Serne. Was that you just now……?”
Snap.
Simon flinched. Lorain had materialized beside him without a sound, legs folded neatly, her eyes sharp and cutting.
“You. My warning didn’t scare you much, did it.”
“That’s hilarious~”
Serne flicked her tongue.
“You were fidgeting from across the room, and the moment I show up, you jump right in. You were hoping I’d get involved, weren’t you?”
“You think I didn’t know it was you?”
The two of them narrowed their eyes again, glaring with malice. Their classmates, afraid sparks might fly, quietly retreated.
Simon looked to the side as he tried to calm them down.
“Fitzgerald.”
Fitzgerald, who had been discussing the next strategy with Toto, turned to look at Simon.
“I’ve got a suggestion for you.”
Simon whispered quietly in his ear. Fitzgerald placed a hand to his chin.
“Strategically, it doesn’t sound bad. I’ll bring it up to the department representative later.”
“Ha, thanks.”
Then Leonard stood up.
“All right, that’s it! An hour like we promised is up.”
From different corners came disappointed sighs.
“You know you can’t drink too much since we’ve got matches tomorrow, right? Come on, everyone head out for evening training!”
At that, the students rose one by one and filed out. Lorain beside him gathered her outer robe, and Serne, clearly planning to skip, waved at Simon before heading up the stairs.
‘Well, I should……’
—Student Council President Simon Polentia! Student Council President Simon Polentia! Please report to the Student Council Room immediately!
There was no such thing as evening training time. The students around him, now familiar with the sight, laughed heartily.
“Hang in there, President.”
“Don’t work the Student Council too hard! You know department business comes first, right?”
“We’re counting on first place again tomorrow!”
His classmates called out jokes as they passed, and Simon nodded with a smile or gave them a casual high-five.
It seemed like he’d grown unusually close with his department classmates during this Dark Festival period.
“You’ve got a lot on your plate, Simon. Thanks for always looking out for us.”
And it was always Lorain who offered such mature words. Simon nodded earnestly in return.
“I’ll be back.”

* * *
Among all the students, Simon enjoyed the most freedom. The Vice-Chancellor and Committee Chair, Jane, had stripped away curfews and other restrictions for ‘Student Council members’ exclusively.
Of course, that came with its share of responsibilities.
The moment he arrived at the Student Council Room, Merin scolded him for drinking, then they dove into work—processing the flood of documents and petitions that arrived at the Council kept them frantically occupied until well past dawn.
Returning to the Dormitory seemed pointless, so the Council members wrapped themselves in blankets and slept on the Student Council Room’s sofas.
It didn’t feel like a burden. The Council work energized him, and everyone had steeled themselves for one purpose: to make the Dark Festival a resounding success.
Then, early the next morning.
“Let’s go, Simon!”
“Right.”
Simon and Kamibarez donned their Student Council armbands and set out on patrol.
During the Dark Festival, the population on Rocksum swelled to dozens of times its normal size. Incidents erupted across the island without pause.
They arrested people trying to steal artifacts from Rocksum’s Ruins and escape by boat, rescued tourists lost in the Forbidden Forest.
Otherwise, they were busy herding students who’d wandered beyond campus back inside.
The festival period drew many parents, and students would constantly slip out of the Dormitory and sneak into their parents’ Lodging.
The coddled first-year nobles were the worst offenders. Worn down by Kizen’s unimaginably harsh training, they simply couldn’t resist visiting their parents when they were here.
“You can’t do that! Understand?”
Kamibarez was giving those very first-years a proper scolding. She stood with her tiny fists planted on her hips, her voice rising sharply.
Rising onto her tiptoes with all her might, she waved a pair of bat wings threateningly back and forth.
“I understand missing your mother and father! But breaking school rules is wrong!”
“W-we’re terribly sorry, senior.”
“Wait until regular classes are finished before visiting them!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Yet the first-years kept stealing glances not at Kamibarez, but at Simon standing behind her in the Student Council President Coat.
The moment Simon opened his eyes slightly, the first-years’ heads snapped back down obediently.
Kamibarez continued.
“If you’re caught again, it’ll be a real disciplinary hearing! Got it?”
“Yes! We’re very sorry!”
Kamibarez finished scolding the first-years and sent them on their way.
She exhaled sharply through her nose, watched them leave until they were out of sight, then came bounding back toward Simon with a bright smile.
“Simon~ I really gave them a piece of my mind!”
Watching her laugh with delight, Simon fought to keep his lips from breaking into a smile as he spoke.
“Good. I think they’ve learned their lesson now.”
She’d taken on the role of rebuking the first-years of her own accord. It couldn’t be easy for someone with her nature to speak harshly to others, but she kept trying, insisting she didn’t want to hold her teammates back and wanted to grow herself.
Simon supported her efforts more than anyone else could.
“Alright, shall we move on?”
“Yes!”
The moment the two of them took their next steps forward.
“Who the hell are you kids?!”
A rough shout echoed from a distance.
“Out and about this early in the morning.”
“And dressed in school uniforms, no less. Come here, you two.”
A group of students in Kizen Uniforms was walking toward them.
‘Ah.’
Simon chuckled quietly. They must have heard the reports and come out as well—seems their patrol routes had crossed.
They wore black armbands on their right arms.
‘The Discipline Committee.’

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