Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 646

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 646
That evening, the department party began.
Large logs were stacked in the Dormitory Front Yard and set alight, creating a campfire atmosphere.
Students gathered freely around it, laughing boisterously as they sipped wine and enjoyed themselves.
Simon too held a wineglass, perched on a rock gazing up at the dormitory. Words written in Dark Magic glowed brightly even in the darkness.
<Summoning Department — 2nd Place Overall for the First Time in 70 Years! Celebration! Celebration!>
In the midst of such festive cheer.
“All right everyone — quiet down!”
A 3rd Year Female Student called out loudly.
“Our Department Representative is going to say a few words!”
Wooooooah!
Thunderous cheers erupted. Leonard, the Department Representative, looking flustered, scratched the back of his head and rose to his feet.
……
“Can’t hear you, senior!”
“Idiot, the Amplification Crystal isn’t on.”
“Oh.”
“Drunk already?”
Classmates and juniors alike teased him rowdily. Leonard chuckled and activated the Amplification Crystal.
“Everyone worked so hard during the Dark Festival!”
He smiled warmly.
“I think we achieved great results because we all fought as one. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I smiled like this.”
“Department Representative!”
“Don’t cry!”
Hahahaha!
For tonight at least, these esteemed seniors could be teased without consequence. Leonard, with typical obliviousness, graciously accepted it by pretending to wipe away tears.
“I’m not good with words, and, well… I can’t quite express how I feel right now, but… I’m truly proud of all of you. Today, I’m so happy, and I’m grateful I came to Kizen.”
He gripped the Amplification Crystal.
“There’s still a lot of time until graduation, but I’m leaving with truly wonderful memories. When I go out into the world and feel exhausted and worn down, I think I’ll often recall that huge bonfire over there. You’re my pride, and…”
“Senior! If I may, you’re repeating the same thing!”
“You’re tongue-tied, Leonard!”
Ahahaha!
Where else could you find such a punching bag of a Department Representative?
Even Simon couldn’t help but laugh freely. Leonard stretched out his arm and spoke.
“Right, this memory can’t become a dark stain on our record, so I’d better wrap this up. Thank you all, and I love you! Let’s survive through the end — all of us together in this school! Summoning Department, fighting!”
“Fighting!”
As Leonard took his seat amid applause, a natural chorus of “Vanilla! Vanilla!” began to ripple through the crowd.
The chanting grew louder, and when Benya, embarrassed and waving her hands in protest, finally stood up, the cheers erupted into an absolute roar.
“Hey there, everyone… um.”
She took the Amplification Crystal from Leonard, still flustered, choosing her words carefully, when Eshu, sitting two seats away from Simon, suddenly threw her arm up and shouted.
“The mother of the Summoning Department! Benya, senior!”
Hahahaha!
The mood was so good that now any remark drew a roaring response. Cries of “Thanks for always looking after us, Mom!” and “I’m hungry, Mom!” rang out.
Benya smiled warmly.
“Thank you all for seeing me that way. Um, suddenly I’m nervous. I’m not sure what to say.”
She twisted her cream-colored hair for a moment, then closed her eyes and exhaled a long breath.
“I was born into the Vanilla family and grew up wealthy. What people call a silver spoon? A golden fork? I suppose that’s what it was. I never had to worry about the material costs for Undead my entire life, and I was able to pursue my research freely. But I never thought I was special because of it. Until…”
Benya opened her eyes and swept her gaze across the juniors and classmates.
“Coming to the Summoning Department, I received a great shock. As you all know, our department has high material costs. My peers couldn’t afford to buy materials and fell behind in classes, worked part-time jobs, took difficult Mission Evaluations, and even then went hungry because they couldn’t afford food.”
Her voice trembled.
“To be honest, every time friends despaired over money and transferred out, I felt deep guilt. I realized that the life I’d enjoyed wasn’t just built on Kizen, but on the blood and sweat of all Necromancers. Especially when my closest roommate transferred to the Dark Runic Studies Department — I really wanted to cry. I wanted to help, but my allowance from grandfather was limited, so I could only watch helplessly. After drifting for a while, I made a decision.”
She clenched her fist, her eyes blazing.
“To conquer the world!”
Wait, she was making sense and then suddenly went there.
Simon let out a bewildered laugh.
“I’m just a student now with no influence, but when I graduate and take over Vanilla, I’ll move away from high-end branding! I’ll make quality, superior Undead accessible and affordable for all Necromancers! And beyond that, I’ll expand this low-cost, high-efficiency labor force into the private sector and make the world more prosperous!”
Whenever she brought up world conquest, her tone and inflection shifted entirely. She threw her arms up like a true visionary.
“Remember this, everyone! I am Benya Vanilla, and I shall conquer the world! That’s all!”
Woooooaaaaah!
Standing ovations erupted from all corners.
Simon didn’t quite understand how she’d arrived at the conclusion of world conquest, but he clapped along and cheered her on.
“Ah, and a lot of students are disappointed about the second-place finish, but I think it’s honestly a huge accomplishment.”
Benya spoke while gazing at the luminous letters affixed to the Dormitory building.
“Second place in seventy years! I still can’t believe it. Our professors must have struggled so much during all this time—I’m sure they’ll be delighted…….”
“Indeed.”
At the voice that cut in so abruptly, the students’ heads turned.
In an instant, everyone in the gathering scrambled to their feet. Benya’s eyes widened as her hand flew to her mouth, while Leonard bolted forward.
“Professor Aaron! Aren’t you on vacation? How did you……!”
Aaron, the second-year advisor, shuffled into view in his slippers.
“No need for formalities. Sit comfortably.”
With a gesture toward the back, servants and merchants appeared.
Long tables arranged in neat rows were laden with freshly prepared dishes, fruits, and expensive wines.
“Wow!”
“Finally, proper food!”
Everyone erupted in boisterous cheers. Aaron addressed the students with a sweep of his gaze.
“Ordinarily, the cost of this celebration is covered by the Department Subsidy from the Dark Festival performance, but this time I’ll cover it from my own pocket—so enjoy yourselves freely. I’ll use the remaining subsidy to support the students’ material costs.”
Roooaaarrr!
“Of course! Professor Aaron!”
“Thank you so much!”
As the students settled around the tables, Aaron had already turned to leave. Leonard followed, clutching the Amplification Crystal.
“Are you leaving already, Professor Aaron!”
“I have pressing matters to attend to.”
“We can’t let you go like this! At least say a few words before you go!”
All the students had fallen silent, their eyes fixed on Aaron alone. Aaron, still facing away, offered exactly one phrase.
“Thank you.”
Aaron walked across the grass.
The students could not see it, but a deep smile played at the corners of his mouth.

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Two hours later.
The party had reached an even greater fever pitch.
The first half had been a time for the department students to deepen their bonds; the second half, with lavish food and outside guests now mingling among them, had transformed into a grand celebration.
Former and active Kizen alumni from the Summoning Department, parents, and spectators who had cheered for the Summoning Department’s victory all gathered.
Everyone became one, lost in the revelry.
“How could it be! How could the Summoning Department possibly lose to the Curse Department! Back when I was department rep……!”
An elderly man with a curved back thrust his cane upward in anger. Leonard responded with a strained smile, standing at ease.
“I never expected to meet the child of Vanilla here.”
“I’d like to negotiate regarding the Ghoul market in the future.”
High-ranking tribe members clustered around Benya, discussing various business matters. Beyond them, many other students mingled noisily with the guests.
And.
“Quite the commotion.”
Rette had arrived as well.
Rette and Simon sat side by side on a bench some distance from the campfire, eating. Rette sipped wine while surveying the tumultuous party scene, while Simon placed a piece of chicken steak into his mouth.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For coming all this way for the Dark Alliance. Without your help, we wouldn’t have this peaceful time now.”
Rette smiled warmly.
“And you secured a train from the Sacred Federation and saved a city cursed by the Frost Dragon’s curse, didn’t you? Let’s call it even.”
“I suppose we shall.”
The two clinked their wine glasses and chuckled together.
“Say, Simon.”
“Yes?”
Warmed by the wine, Rette gazed intently at Simon.
“I actually…….”
“Student Council President!”
A voice suddenly called out for Simon. He reflexively jumped to his feet.
“Yes!”
Leonard gestured to him.
“What are you doing? The senior alumni are looking for you eagerly!”
“Oh, right!”
Simon hastily donned the Student Council President Coat and glanced apologetically back at Rette.
“Just a quick hello, then I’ll be right back!”
“Of course, of course. Take your time.”
Simon adjusted his necktie and dashed off.
Left behind, Rette smiled softly to herself, then gazed up at the glittering night sky. When would the party end so they could talk at leisure, without interruption?
“Hey there!”
A voice called from behind her.
Rette turned to see a girl with mandarin-orange hair and an unusual bat-shaped hair pin, beaming at her.
She’d never seen her before—certainly not among the friends Simon had introduced.
“Who… are you?”
“Oh, I’m Eshu, in the same group as President Simon! You’re his hometown friend Rette, right?”
Rette’s eyes widened in surprise.
“How do you know who I am?”
“I saw you two huddled together earlier and asked the president what your relationship was. Mind if I sit here?”
Under ordinary circumstances, she would have recoiled from anything to do with necromancers who handled corpses, but since coming here, she’d grown somewhat indifferent to such things.
When Rette nodded, Eshu settled down beside her in one fluid motion.
……
Rette closed her eyes and sipped her wine, while Eshu’s fingertips danced through the air.
“Drinking only wine like that—won’t it upset your stomach?”
Rette’s eyes snapped open. Delicate little puppets, like sprites from a fairy tale, approached with a platter of fruit balanced on their heads, giggling softly as they came.
Rette’s eyes lit up at the sight of the charming creatures.
“Did you summon these?”
“Yeah, and just call me Eshu. I’m practically a commoner, after all.”
Eshu lifted the platter and set it down on the bench. She plucked a grape, popped it into her mouth, and with her other hand raised her wine glass, breaking into a wide grin.
“Want to toast?”
“Oh, yes. A toast.”
The two clinked their glasses together with a soft chime, then brought them to their lips. Rette savored the taste while gazing ahead.
She could see Simon.
She couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but a middle-aged man he’d shaken hands with was laughing loudly and clapping Simon on the shoulder. He then introduced his wife beside him, and Simon gracefully brushed his lips to the back of her hand before smoothly continuing the conversation.
“He’s good at this, isn’t he?”
Eshu murmured.
“Very good.”
Rette agreed.
Eshu’s eyebrows lifted, her eyes sharpening with keen interest—the gaze of a hawk circling its prey.
“So~ what’s your relationship with Simon?”

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