Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 695

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 695
Tap—
Tap—
With dignified footsteps, a man entered the Student Council Room.
His forehead was cleanly exposed, a tasteful grey cardigan draped over his school uniform shirt fluttering softly in the breeze. Sleek black trousers, polished dress shoes, and eyes cold as winter ice gleamed behind his glasses.
‘This person.’
Simon swallowed hard.
‘The strongest at Kizen.’
The oppressive silence bore down on him.
It was quiet in a way that seemed to draw in all sound around him, swallowing it whole. Was this how he’d felt the first time he’d seen Serne? There was something in this man’s presence—a charisma that consumed.
Tap.
Tap.
While a thousand thoughts spiraled through Simon’s mind, Aezel came to a stop in front of him.
Merin, Dick, Kamibarez, Malcolm—all of them stood frozen, as if cursed to silence.
Simon wouldn’t lose ground in a first meeting, so he straightened his shoulders and spoke with confidence.
“It’s an honor to meet you, senior. I’m Simon Polentia, Student Council President.”
A faint crack appeared between Aezel’s brows.
The 3rd years gathered in the back began muttering as if he’d gone insane.
‘He just threw that at Aezel, who came to take his position back.’
‘That bastard’s got nerve.’
‘No concept whatsoever.’
Though they claimed to be his classmates, every third year in this room was watching Aezel’s every gesture.
Then Aezel slowly raised his right hand.
‘An attack?’
But there was no flash of darkness, no shadow movement, so Simon waited quietly.
Aezel’s hands were long and slender.
Then—
Swish.
He pointed backward with his index finger, then turned on his heel and walked away.
With each step, the grey cardigan fluttered and swayed.
“?”
As Simon stood there bewildered, one of the 3rd years darted forward.
“He’s telling you to follow him.”
This man with his hands shoved into his uniform trousers, grinning with amusement, was Sota Pshuke—a 3rd year who’d recently become the Command Magic Department Representative and ranked sixth in his entire year.
Simon had never spoken to him before, but he knew his face.
It would be strange if he didn’t; this was the person suspected of instigating a dark incident at the Dark Festival to bring trouble to the Student Council.
‘You’re finished with Aezel now.’
That was the expression worn by his snide, knowing smile.
Simon exhaled silently and then—
“Understood.”
He nodded coolly and followed Aezel.
“S-Simon!”
The Student Council members hurried after him. The 3rd years tried to follow Aezel as well, but he turned with an icy glare that stopped them cold.
“Ooh, he’s pulling away!”
“The ice-cold stare!”
What was an ice-cold stare, anyway.
The 3rd year girls in the back were analyzing Aezel’s gestures among themselves, naming them, providing commentary.
Then, for the first time, Aezel’s voice rang out.
“I want to talk. Just the two of us.”
A brief silence fell, then the 3rd years squeaked in response.
“Okay, okay! We got it!”
“Easy on him, Aezel!”
Merin leaned in beside him, her face lined with concern.
“Will you be alright? Should I sneak along?”
“I’ll be fine. Nothing’s going to happen.”
Simon and Aezel slipped through the crowd.

* * *
They didn’t go far.
They arrived at the common Break Room on the second floor of the Student Council Building.
Two men who appeared to be school staff were chatting over coffee when they spotted Aezel and hastily vacated their seats.
Aezel told them it was fine, but they only made a greater fuss.
Simon, watching from the side, scratched the back of his head.
‘I’m Student Council President too, but I’ve never been treated like that by the staff.’
Indeed, people regarded Aezel as the strongest at Kizen.
And in a place like Kizen, where might alone reigned supreme, the strongest was the Student Council President. That perception was a reality.
Once the staff closed the door, Aezel moved her delicate fingers as if playing piano keys.
Click.
Click.
Every window in the Break Room snapped shut in unison, and the curtains descended with a soft rustle.
Clack.
The door closed, and the lock mechanism engaged of its own accord from within.
Finally, visible magic circles appeared in the air.
‘A soundproofing magic circle. When did she compose the formula?’
Her casting speed approached shadow-swift.
She must have honed the “memory retention” property of her Dark Element to its absolute limit.
“Sit.”
Aezel spoke.
“Yes.”
Both of them sat down simultaneously.
The room was quite humid. As Aezel slowly removed her outer coat, Simon likewise took off the Student Council President Coat draped over him and set it beside her.
The two now faced each other.
“Are you aware of the contract between Phantasus and myself?”
“I am.”
“News travels fast, then.”
Aezel, seated with the grace of a stage actress, her legs crossed, took hold of her necktie and gave it a slight shake.
“We will conduct a duel for the position of Student Council President. Once the duel concludes, I will recommend you for the position of 3rd Year Student Council President, as per our contract.”
Aezel spoke of her victory as though it were inevitable.
Yet Simon felt no displeasure.
‘This person.’
It was precisely her attitude—the way she spoke of something so obvious with such absolute certainty, like water flowing downhill.
It wasn’t mere confidence or arrogance; it was as if the very concept of defeat had no place in her consciousness.
That made it slightly unnerving.
“However, Jane the Vice President did have something to say.”
Upon her return from the long-term mission, Aezel had heard various things from Jane.
Currently, Simon’s 330th Generation Student Council had demonstrated competent operational capacity and earned recognition from both the school and the headquarters.
While the faculty refrained from interfering in the selection of student leadership, Jane had pointed out that with the approaching finals and major practical assessments, replacing the Student Council now would be unwise and would cause significant disruption to school operations.
In other words.
“Vice President Jane suggested that if the Student Council must be replaced, perhaps it would be better to transition operational matters starting from the second semester.”
“I see.”
Simon blinked at this unexpected turn.
He had known the Student Council was being well-regarded, but he hadn’t expected Jane to go this far for him.
—You’ll naturally find out in due course, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to mention it.
That was what Jane had said then. Now Simon asked.
“Did you accept that proposal?”
Aezel nodded.
“The Vice President is right. The end-of-term practical assessments and finals are approaching soon. If we factor in the handover of Student Council duties, I won’t have any real time to work until the second semester anyway.”
She opened her palm.
“If you’re agreeable, I’d like to propose postponing the duel until after the finals.”
Simon had no reason to refuse.
He could spend more time with the Student Council members, focus better on the finals and practical assessments, and the transition would proceed more smoothly.
Aezel, having lost nearly an entire semester to a long-term mission, would likely want to be more attentive to school affairs for now.
“I agree as well.”
“Then it’s settled.”
Aezel rose to her feet.
“I’ll find a location for the duel that offers neither of us geographic advantage and inform you of it.”
“Understood.”
Simon was surprised at how reasonable Aezel was and how flexibly she thought.
Given the actions the third-years had taken so far and the inferiority complex and resentment they harbored toward the second-year Student Council, he had expected them to demand the position immediately.
“Is there anything else to discuss?”
“It seems there isn’t anything else.”
Simon rose from his seat as well.
Aezel said he would stay here to attend to some personal matters, while Simon had to return to the Student Council Room immediately due to piled-up student council work.
“Then I’ll be going.”
“Wait!”
As Simon turned to leave the room, Aezel’s voice—usually so composed—suddenly rose. He reached out his arm as if to stop Simon, then immediately lowered it as though it was nothing.
“Is there anything else you need to discuss?”
There isn’t.
Simon forced a smile as he spoke.
“Is there something more you wanted to say, senior?”
For just a moment, Simon noticed it.
Aezel’s pupils—usually as impenetrable as an iron wall—trembled violently.
“……No.”
But what could Simon do when Aezel himself said there wasn’t?
Thinking him a strange person, Simon bowed slightly.
“I’ll be going then, senior. I’ll see you after the final exam.”
“……Yes, all right.”
Simon said his farewells and stepped out of the break room.
All the third-year students seemed to have already left.
“I need to go tell the others right away.”
We don’t need to vacate the room immediately—at least through the first semester, we’ll continue leading the student council.
It was then, as Simon walked quickly toward the Student Council Room, that
‘Oh.’
he suddenly remembered something he’d left behind.
‘Of all things!’
He’d taken off his Student Council President Coat and left it in the break room.
Would anyone misunderstand something strange about this?
Simon spun around and ran back quickly, then yanked the break room door open with a bang.
“I-I’m sorry, senior! I left something behind and— huh?”
Simon’s eyes widened.
He could see Aezel.
But—
“…….”
The senior was clutching at his own head, tearing at it roughly, his glasses removed and his forehead pressed against the table.
Then, maintaining that very posture, he froze completely.
Slowly—
he looked at Simon.
Those pupils, once so commanding, were trembling as though struck by an earthquake.
He looked as though he’d been caught with an enormous secret.
“……I-I’m sorry, I’ll be going.”
Simon broke out in a cold sweat. He was about to pretend he’d seen nothing and just grab the coat when
“Wait.”
Aezel spoke.
Somehow his voice had shifted, taking on a slightly younger quality.
“……Did you see?”

* * *
The strongest at Kizen, in both name and reality.
The third-year valedictorian, Aezel Bringer, was—
“……I’m done for. I’m completely done for.”
in fact a person with a side that no one else knew about.
“Damn it, I’m not confident about taking on a major position like student council president. Why is everyone so determined to make me do it?”
Aezel had a surprisingly timid temperament. Simon had to shudder at the jarring disconnect.
‘Now that I think about it.’
His appearance had transformed somewhere along the way.
That picture-perfect elite hairstyle that had once displayed his forehead cleanly was now drooping, hanging down over his eyebrows.
Without his glasses, his face carried less of that sharp impression from their first meeting and more of a gentle, delicate beauty.
And this person—he looked shorter.
The shoes he wore had platform heels, and his school uniform pants were too long.
“You thought I was pathetic, didn’t you?”
Aezel spoke in a drawl.
“The top-ranked student, the strongest Necromancer at Kizen, turns out to be a total nerd and outcast.”
Simon quickly waved his hands.
“No, no! I think your human side is actually wonderful!”
“That comment.”
Aezel thrust his round, boyish face close to Simon’s.
“You mean that sincerely?”
“Yes, yes. Of course!”
He turned his head back with a slightly surprised expression.
“Thank you. No one’s ever said something like that to me, even as empty flattery.”
And so Simon found himself working hard to shore up Aezel’s self-esteem until he finally settled down.
“How on earth did things get to this point?”
Once Aezel had calmed, Simon demanded an explanation for everything that had happened.
By now, he wasn’t even sure if this was really the famous senior Aezel himself.
Aezel rubbed his forehead and continued.
“……I was simply playing the ‘Aezel’ that everyone expected me to be.”
The Necromancer School at Kizen—the Dark Alliance’s most prestigious institution.
Those who sit at its pinnacle are expected and demanded to be many things.
Aezel was undoubtedly a formidable presence in terms of ability.
But.
“Damn it, my personality is something even I can’t fix for the life of me.”

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