Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 618

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 618
“Come here, come here.”
Students wearing black armbands approached.
“Hey! Why aren’t you coming this way?”
When someone shouted from that direction, startled Kamibarez pressed herself tightly against Simon’s side.
“It’s all right, Kamibarez.”
Simon reassured her with a calm voice.
“They’re on our side. There’s just been a small misunderstanding, it seems.”
Since they were approaching from that direction, Simon also moved toward them, bringing Kamibarez along.
The Discipline Committee — a new organization founded under a recent policy by Dickie.
During the Dark Festival, these were the students tasked with guiding outsiders and overseeing the conduct of other students.
‘Hmm.’
Simon quickly assessed their appearance.
All three were second years; two wore the black armbands of the Discipline Committee, while the third was an ordinary student. The way he kept his hands shoved in his pockets while complaining under his breath suggested he’d been caught outside and dragged in by the Student Council.
Simon stopped in his tracks and raised his hand in greeting.
“Hello. Thanks for patrolling since dawn.”
Kamibarez, picking up on the cue, bowed politely as well.
“Hi! Thank you for your hard work!”
“???”
The Discipline Committee members exchanged bewildered looks at how the two people they’d caught outside greeted them so peacefully.
“Wait, what?”
The two of them seemed to sense something was off. The left Committee member pointed at the Student Council armband with a trembling hand.
“Hold on, could they be…?”
The right Committee member nodded.
“They’re our superiors. My apologies.”
They admitted their mistake more readily than expected. The left Committee member scratched his head awkwardly.
“I-I’m sorry, President. I thought you were first years who’d escaped the Dormitory.”
“No, no. It’s easy to make mistakes while working.”
Simon let it slide easily enough.
The truth was, the Discipline Committee members had one distinctive trait.
‘They were a rare breed.’
Unpaid volunteer work, waking up at the crack of dawn, unable to properly enjoy the festival itself — yet they’d volunteered for this anyway.
Simon didn’t view the Discipline Committee members unfavorably.
“That’s somewhat unexpected.”
Simon looked at the right Committee member.
A blonde man with his hands thrust delinquently into his pockets, his bangs grown long enough to cover one eye, his expression naturally twisted as he chomped his gum loudly.
He looked far more like a delinquent than a Discipline Committee member.
“I didn’t expect you to volunteer for the Discipline Committee. Malcolm Randolph.”
Malcolm’s expression darkened.
“What, what! You don’t like that I’m in the Discipline Committee?”
“No, I don’t have any objection.”
Now that he thought about it, while they didn’t have much in common, they’d been entangled surprisingly often.
The son of a boss of the Randolph Gang, one of the three major gangs, and the tenth Special Exception student.
And the unfortunate boy who’d been pushed out of the top hundred rankings when his main technique, Doppelgänger, was countered at the semester’s end.
His father, the gang boss, had forbidden Malcolm from returning to Kizen and urged him toward crime, but Malcolm had changed his mind, cooperated with the Kingdom to help arrest his father, and made his way back to Kizen.
“I do have an objection.”
At the sudden outburst, everyone’s heads turned.
The second-year student who’d been caught by the Discipline Committee was clicking his tongue.
“A gang brat as Discipline Committee leader? A criminal overseeing students? Where does it end? This is rock bottom.”
He snickered mockingly.
The left Committee member took a step forward with a flare of anger, but Malcolm raised his arm to stop him.
“You’re right, aren’t you, Student Council President?”
This time his gaze turned toward Simon.
“I’d like to ask why you’ve entrusted student guidance to someone from the Randolph Gang — a criminal. As a student of Kizen, I mean.”
“…”
Simon himself had to admit it was unexpected.
The very fact that Malcolm had volunteered for the Discipline Committee was surprising.
“It sticks in my throat! Damn it!”
The student raised his voice.
“The crimes that criminal committed — where did they go? Now he’s playing the reformed sentimental card, become a second year, spouting sanctimonious nonsense while doing Discipline Committee work. It’s absolutely infuriating!”
“…….”
“Criminals just keep acting like criminals! It’s so damn pathetic!”
Malcolm simply closed his mouth and held back his fellow Discipline Committee members from rushing forward.
Just then.
“Y-you too!”
Kamibarez squeezed her eyes shut and let out a sharp cry.
“You were also brought in for wrongdoing!”
“……what?”
The male student’s gaze turned downward to the crown of Kamibarez’s head far below him. Malcolm looked at her with some surprise.
“No, wait. Are those the same thing? He’s a criminal, and I…….”
“The things you said.”
This time Simon stepped forward. The black coat tails swirled around him as his expression hardened with gravity, and the male student found his mouth falling shut of its own accord.
“I don’t entirely misunderstand. Malcolm made a mistake. He’ll continue to be cursed and pointed at by people, but that’s something Malcolm will have to bear.”
“Exactly! That’s what I was saying!”
“But.”
Simon’s eyes grew sharp.
“You said something a moment ago. That it’s despicable. That it doesn’t measure up.”
“…….”
“Can’t people change? Just because he comes from a gang, he’s supposed to be bad? Does he have to keep doing wrong things forever? Why do you mock and dismiss the effort of someone trying to change? On what grounds?”
Malcolm’s lips trembled. Tendons bulged along his clenched fists.
“I understand people don’t change easily. I’m no prophet, so I don’t know how Malcolm’s story will end, but at the very least, I think mocking ‘the effort to change itself’ is……”
Simon cut through decisively.
“Wrong.”
A thick silence settled over the place for a moment.
The student who had been opening and closing his mouth to retort scratched his head vigorously. “Fine. We’ll see.”
“Let’s just wait and see, Student Council President.”
As he was dragged away by the Discipline Committee member on his left, he spoke quietly.
“That bastard will never change.”

* * *
The storm had passed.
The Discipline Committee member and the male student had moved away, leaving Simon, Kamibarez, and Malcolm.
Shhhhhh―
The sound of waves washing gently could be heard. The sky was soaked in a clear navy blue. It seemed the sun would rise soon.
“……why go so far for me.”
Malcolm said quietly as he perched himself on a nearby rock.
“Standing up for me could hurt your reputation.”
Simon shrugged.
“We were just saying what we think.”
“That’s right!”
Kamibarez nodded in agreement. Malcolm made a small cough and opened a Subspace.
“Anyway, I was headed to the Student Council Room anyway, so good timing.”
Malcolm held out a clipboard containing patrol records, and Simon took it, scanned it over, and signed with a quill pen.
“But Malcolm, were you the Discipline Committee leader?”
Since Dick was overseeing the Committee’s composition, he didn’t know the details, but he was certain the leader’s name was different. He wouldn’t have forgotten if the leader had been Malcolm.
Malcolm let a slight smile slip at those words.
“The previous leader told me that he became leader by ranking, so if anyone had complaints, I should speak up. So I challenged him to a Duel Evaluation and took the position. Kizen operates on pure merit.”
“……I see.”
From Simon’s memory, the Discipline Committee leader was definitely a skilled individual ranked within the top fifty.
“So your confidence in your strength has returned?”
“I improved my Doppelgänger.”
Malcolm’s lips curved upward.
“If we happen to meet at the Dark Festival, don’t expect any mercy. Don’t think my strength is the same as when we fought on the Parona Peninsula during break.”
“I look forward to it then.”
Kamibarez stepped closer to Malcolm.
“But Malcolm, I’m curious!”
“About what?”
“The real reason you volunteered for the Discipline Committee!”
A good question.
Simon had wondered the same thing.
When both their gazes fixed on Malcolm’s face, a faint blush crept across his features.
“Damn it! Do I really have to spell out every little thing to you two?”
He shot to his feet with a sharp exclamation.
“I’m just trying to make the school look good, like that guy said! Satisfied? I’m leaving!”
“Thanks for your hard work.”
“Take care!”
Malcolm turned and walked away. But as he did, other versions of Malcolm were converging on the room from different directions.
Copies of him. Exact duplicates.
They were all Doppelgängers.
They were rounding up first-year students who’d escaped the Dormitory and rule violators of all kinds.
“Speaking of it now, the Discipline Committee is critically understaffed,” Malcolm said, glancing back over his shoulder.
“I have to work ten times as hard.”
Even as he spoke, he herded people away, and Simon and Kamibarez exchanged knowing smiles.
“The Discipline Committee chair seems well-chosen,” Simon observed.
“Absolutely!” Kamibarez replied, her face flushed with excitement.
“And Simon—”
“What?”
“When you were helping Malcolm just now, I really thought you looked every inch the Student Council President!”
This time it was Simon’s cheeks that reddened. He scratched the side of his head, laughing.
“W-well, if you see it that way, then… thank you.”

* * *

Ringcastle Stadium.
“This is announcer Ollendo Slay speaking! Welcome to Ringcastle Stadium! We’re bringing you live coverage of the second-year matches this morning!”
The stadium floor was laid with enormous rails. Over the maze of intersecting tracks, several freight trains laden with cargo rumbled back and forth.
“Today’s event is the Train Capture Battle! Simple rules: you move the Rail Control Devices along the train’s path to direct each train into your department’s station. Naturally, whichever department guides the most trains to their station wins!”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Simon was competing in this event. He rode atop the train itself, defending it directly.
‘Combat is important, but understanding the rail system is essential too.’
Simon studied the stadium map he’d been given before the match began.
The map was enchanted—it showed not just the rails themselves but also the real-time trajectory of the current train.
‘Where should I send this train for the best advantage?’
The train would only move forward. According to the map, there was a Rail Control Device eight hundred meters ahead, and turning it would let the train go either right or left.
“Simon! Tell me which way!”
Toto, his teammate, shouted from the train. Simon, frowning at the map, suddenly pointed ahead and called out:
“Got it! There’s a rail control handle eight hundred meters up—turn it right!”
“On it! Going now!”
Hearing the command, Toto leaped from the train.
Desworm burst from the ground at precisely the right moment, scooping Toto up and surging forward faster than the train itself.
‘There!’
The Rail Control Device came into view in moments. Toto jumped down from Desworm and grabbed the handle.
Grip!
He had to change the direction before the train arrived. Rolling up his sleeves, he began to pull with all his strength.
“Right! Right! Turn riiiii—”
His vision suddenly blurred. Toto stumbled, his voice trailing off.
‘Huh? What…?’
His entire body felt weak, his eyelids heavy as lead.
It was like being nestled in a warm, fuzzy blanket on the coldest winter day.
‘Why am I so sleepy…?’
And then, belatedly, he saw it.
Three Necromancy Department students sprawled unconscious around him.
‘Did the Necromancy Department attack our train? But who…who did this to them?’
“Sleep well,” came a voice.
Pat.
Someone’s hand brushed the back of Toto’s head, and he collapsed like a felled tree, slipping into oblivion.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Meanwhile, Simon—riding the slower train and focused on his map—had no idea what was happening. Only then did he raise his head.

The rail’s direction hadn’t changed.
‘Toto!’
Something must have happened to Toto just as he was reaching for the rail control. Simon felt the Black Flow shift and looked up at the sky.
Flutter!
A blanket hung suspended in the air, drifting lazily. The moment Simon saw it, his eyes went rigid.
‘No way.’
“Hello, Simon.”
Peering sleepily from beside the blanket was a girl with mint-colored hair.
The 2nd Year Curse Department Representative, ranked fourth overall—Merida Hu Ikel.
“……Merida!”
“I wanted to have a proper fight with you.”
She closed her eyes slowly.
“To see who’s stronger…… Mmm…….”
Her eyes shut, and a massive Dark Element aura washed over him.
A bead of sweat rolled down Simon’s temple.
‘This is bad.’
Merida had fallen asleep.

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