Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 694

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 694
Two hours before entering the Student Council Room.
Simon and Kamibarez, having returned safely to Rocksum, followed their subordinates’ guidance directly to Jane’s Research Office, where the Vice Chancellor of Kizen was waiting.
Scratch, scratch—
Jane was still absorbed in her work.
She wore her work glasses and moved her quill pen with practiced precision. An elegant, refined signature bloomed across the signature line, with smaller annotations and instructions added beneath it.
One page flipped over mechanically, and the next slid onto her desk.
“…….”
Simon and Kamibarez sat as formally as possible, their backs straight and their hands folded neatly on their knees.
A heavy silence filled the room.
Despite the cool temperature, sweat beaded on their foreheads.
Rustle—
At last, Jane signed the final document. She set her quill pen down over the inkwell and sighed softly, her expression weary, before removing her glasses. Her deep violet eyes fixed upon the two of them with a penetrating gaze.
Simon and Kamibarez straightened their spines a little further.
“We have completed the Special Training and returned safely, Professor Jane!”
“We’ve—we’ve returned!”
Simon spoke first, and Kamibarez echoed him immediately after.
Jane interlaced her long fingers together and tapped her knuckles against the back of her opposite hand—once, twice.
“You’re late.”
At last, she spoke.
Her voice was quiet, but edged with frost.
“We apologize. There were some unforeseen circumstances at the dispatch location——”
“I’ve already received a report on the local situation, Student Council President.”
Jane cut Simon off, leaning back against her chair.
“Extending a mission timeline is hardly a serious matter at Kizen. However—”
Her violet eyes narrowed.
“This assignment was not a Mission Evaluation or a Dispatch Evaluation, but merely a Special Training curriculum. Beyond receiving instruction from your mentor, it appears you involved yourselves with the dispatch site far more than was necessary.”
Simon’s expression flinched.
“And there is one person who failed to even submit that extension report.”
Now her gaze turned toward Kamibarez.
Kamibarez gasped, startled.
“Had you finished ahead of schedule, I would have preferred you returned without delay. Instead, you insisted on returning to school with your friend, entered someone else’s dispatch site without invitation, and ended up caught in the crisis yourself.”
Kamibarez’s face flushed crimson as a ripe apple.
The small bat wings folded against her back drooped noticeably downward.
“Both of you showed excessive enthusiasm. Had either of you been seriously injured or caused significant trouble at the dispatch site, what then?”
“…We will exercise restraint.”
“We’re truly sorry.”
Both apologized quickly.
Jane closed her eyes for a moment.
“However.”
“?”
“My stern words just now were spoken from the position of a professor at this school. But—”
She looked at both of them.
“You both did the right thing. As necromancers of Kizen, you did not turn away from people in crisis, and you saved many lives. You did what you should have done as those who possess strength.”
Simon’s and Kamibarez’s eyes widened.
“You may take pride in that.”
Jane slid forward a confirmation sheet marked with an ‘A+’ Special Training Evaluation Score and presented it to them both.
“However, next time, strive to do the right thing while ‘adhering to regulations.'”
“Professor Jane!”
Kamibarez’s eyes glistened with tears. Simon felt a surge of energy as he accepted the confirmation sheet.
“Now, regarding you two and the other Special Training students—you have all missed a considerable number of regular classes during this period. The professors and instructors of each subject will conduct supplementary sessions to help you catch up.”
She then slid forward a supplementary class schedule to them.
“It will be demanding to catch up with the other students.”
Simon quickly scanned the schedule with his eyes.
Classes were scheduled without exception, not only after school but on weekends as well.
Of course, having missed more than two weeks of classes, supplementary instruction was only natural, and he was prepared for it. Rather, he should have been grateful to the school for providing the opportunity to catch up.
“Who will be conducting the supplementary classes?”
The students who had been away for this special training took different regular courses.
It seemed unfair to ask professors to come in on weekends just to teach a handful of students.
“By custom, supplementary classes are conducted by the Senior Instructor of each subject, but—”
Jane closed her eyes.
“There will be subjects that the Professor teaches directly.”
Simon assumed that Jane would definitely teach Dark Reversal Magic herself.
“You have several major Practical Assessments ahead, and the Final Examination issue is coming soon. Your classmates have also grown considerably over these two weeks. Set aside any lingering confusion from the dispatch and refocus on your studies to achieve good results.”
The two responded loudly, “Yes!”
“And…….”
“?”
Jane hesitated for a moment, then rested her chin on her hand and closed her eyes.
“You’ll come to know naturally, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to tell you. You may go now.”

* * *
Simon and Kamibarez exited Jane’s Research Office.
Regular classes would begin tomorrow, so they had the rest of the day free.
Simon spoke.
“Kami, should we stop by the Student Council Room?”
Kamibarez nodded eagerly.
“Yes! Let’s greet Merin and Dick! I’m curious how everyone’s been doing.”
The two made their way straight across the 2nd Year Campus and entered the Student Council building.
People wearing sleek black uniforms stood with their hands clasped behind their backs—the Direct Subordinates who moved only at the Student Council’s command.
Recognizing the two, they bowed respectfully.
“Welcome back, Student Council President Simon, Secretary Kamibarez.”
And Mojo, the leader of the Direct Subordinates, walked forward.
“Long time no see, Mojo! Nothing unusual happened at the Council?”
At those words, Mojo’s expression faltered slightly, but he soon bowed politely.
“No, sir.”
“Thank you for your continued hard work.”
“You’re most welcome!”
The two passed the Direct Subordinates and headed toward the Student Council Room. Kamibarez spoke.
“But Simon, didn’t the atmosphere among the subordinates seem a little strange to you?”
“Was it? I didn’t really notice.”
Simon said this as he opened the Student Council Room door.
Click!
As the door swung open, the familiar sight of the Student Council Room appeared before them.
The Council President’s desk, a spacious and comfortable sofa, and a window overlooking the Campus—everything was exactly as they remembered.
“Hmm.”
And a boy sprawled on the sofa rubbed his tousled hair and opened his eyes.
“What, who—huh?”
Simon smirked.
“Long time no see, Dick.”
Kamibarez fluttered her wings in greeting as well.
“Dick! We’re back!”
“Simon! Kami!”
Dick let out a cry of “Woohoo!” and threw off his blankets, leaping up. But his beaming smile quickly faded as he spoke urgently.
“Wait, this is no time for that! Something’s happened! While you two were away from school—!”
Thump-thump-thump!
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded from outside. The Student Council Room door burst open, and a girl with hair like flowing stream-water—a pale sky blue—rushed in, breathing hard.
“Mojo told me! Simon and Kami are back—oh!”
“Merin!”
“I missed you!”
But Merin’s expression was grim.
“Why did you two take so long! Something’s gone wrong!”
“?”
There was no time to catch up. Merin let out a sharp cry.
“Aezel is back!”

* * *
And so, back to the present.
Without time to celebrate their reunion, the Student Council Room was enveloped in heavy silence.
The current strongest in Kizen, 3rd Year Valedictorian Aezel Bringer, had returned.
Which meant, in turn, that the Contract with the former Student Council President Phantasus was now in effect.
Simon rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
‘Aezel should have been the one to become Student Council President.’
But Aezel had been absent on a long-term mission since the beginning of the semester. Kizen couldn’t leave the Student Council President position vacant for extended periods, so other third-year candidates had been considered. It was then that the previous Student Council President, Phantasus, had made his position clear: it had to be either Aezel or Simon, no one else. Since the Student Council itself was a “student self-governance body,” the previous president’s influence carried more weight than the faculty’s in matters concerning the office. Ultimately, the arrangement became Simon serving as interim Student Council President until Aezel’s return.
The contract’s terms were as follows.
First: Simon Polentia would serve as Student Council President during Aezel’s absence.
Second: The third-year students would respect the interim Student Council President’s activities, and the Student Council President would not interfere heavily with the third-year students.
Third: If Aezel returned and Simon Polentia successfully maintained his position as Student Council President, and if Simon demonstrated his willingness to continue as Student Council President, the winner would be determined Student Council President through a Duel Evaluation between the two.
Fourth: Should Aezel take over the Student Council President position from Simon in accordance with the third clause, Aezel must unconditionally recommend Simon Polentia as the next Student Council President.
It was a treaty designed to prevent third-year tyranny and solidify Simon’s position as Student Council President.
Thus the peculiar structure of a second-year serving as Student Council President continued, and the third-year students fell into a subtle inferiority complex throughout the semester.
Truth be told, no one had anticipated Aezel’s return would be delayed this long, nor had they expected Simon and the Student Council members to run the organization so competently.
By the time the title “Kizen’s Second-Year Student Council President Simon Polentia” had become familiar to everyone.
Aezel had returned.
The third-year who had completed his long-term mission had come back to school.
Now Simon had no choice but to fight Aezel for the Student Council President’s position.
“I thought of those days as a midsummer night’s dream.”
Upon hearing the news of Aezel’s return, Discipline Committee Chair Malcolm also appeared in the Student Council room.
He was sprawled out on the sofa, heaving a long sigh.
“As a Discipline Committee member, being recognized by the school, the Discipline Committee becoming an official organization, everything was going so well.”
“What are you saying? Why are you whining about this?”
Merin said with a sideways glance.
The answer came from Dick.
“If Simon steps down, the Discipline Committee under him will be completely replaced. Aezel will fill all the posts with third-year students he’s close to.”
It was true.
The current 330th Generation Student Council had been built around Simon.
Vice President Merin, Secretary General Dick, and Secretary Kamibarez—Simon had appointed them all.
It wasn’t just Student Council President Simon stepping down; the entire organization would be restructured. Aezel would fill every position with his own trusted subordinates, and that was the natural convention.
Simon looked at Dick and asked.
“Have the third-years shown any movement?”
“Not yet.”
Dick shrugged.
“Still, the third-years are absolutely elated that Aezel’s back. They’ve always looked down on our second-year Student Council, haven’t they? Once word spreads that he’s returned, they’ll be over here demanding we vacate on the spot.”
“I hate this. I hate it! It’s all so frustrating.”
Merin clutched her forehead and whined.
“We worked so hard! We cut down on study time and sleep, pulled all-nighters for major events like the Dark Festival, and maintained everyone’s good opinion of us! And now they’re just going to take everything we’ve accomplished? That’s not fair, is it? Since they’re seniors, everything goes to them?”
She was the one who had invested the most affection and effort into this Student Council.
That’s why her disappointment seemed even sharper.
“B-but still!”
Kamibarez forced a smile and fluttered her bat wings.
“We’re not going to part ways forever, right? Even if we’re in different departments, we’ll keep meeting! And once we become third-years, we can see each other again!”
Merin silently embraced Kamibarez beside her. Kamibarez gently stroked Merin’s hair to comfort her.
Just as the atmosphere grew heavy.
“Wait, hold on! Everyone think about this!”
Dick jumped to his feet.
“Why does everyone assume we’re going to be kicked out? Simon could win the Duel Evaluation against Aezel, couldn’t he?”
“…….”
“…….”
The Student Council members stared at Dick. Merin sighed deeply.
“Don’t put unnecessary pressure on Simon.”
Dick broke into a cold sweat.
“Ah, no, well. There’s always probability, right? I’m just saying we shouldn’t give up hope completely!”
No matter how merit-based Kizen might be, the barrier of “year” was absolute there.
The difference between enduring one more year at Kizen and enduring one less year was enormous. The volume of learning and experience gained in that time, and the degree of growth, were on a different scale entirely.
‘Definitely.’
In first year, Simon had been assembling basic Ratman Skeletons, and now he had created a Lich, built a Swordmaster Durhahan, and was even aiming to assemble a Bone Dragon soon.
Remembering his first-year self, he could feel the disparity between year levels acutely.
In truth, Simon harbored much the same thoughts as everyone else.
At the Dark Festival, he had witnessed a fight between Ballak, the second-ranked third-year.
Honestly, he thought that without using the Legion Commander’s power, he couldn’t win against such an opponent.

If the opponent was Aezel, stronger even than Ballak.
‘This won’t be easy.’
Simon stood lost in thought, arms folded across his chest.
“Student Council President!”
Creak—
The Student Council Room door swung open with a loud noise, and students bearing golden badges filed inside.
“Is he here?”
Everyone turned to stare at them, eyes wide.
‘3rd Years!’
‘Already?’
A wave of 3rd Years had descended. Among them were several heavyweights from the Top 10.
“Hey there, President.”
Leonard, the Summoning Department representative, grinned and waved toward Simon.
“Good to see you.”
Simon returned the greeting and looked ahead.
“Aezel here has something he wants to say.”
With that, Leonard and the 3rd Years stepped aside, left and right.
Footstep—
Footstep—
A measured pace echoed as someone walked through the parted ranks of 3rd Years.
‘The current strongest of Kizen. Aezel Bringer.’
Simon rose from his seat.
The man was a figure shrouded in rumor, someone he had never encountered before.
Setting aside the circumstances for now, Simon felt a spark of curiosity—as one Necromancer meeting another, what sort of Necromancer was Kizen’s strongest?
‘What kind of person could he be?’

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