Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 699

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 699
That afternoon.
Regular classes had ended for the day. Most students were heading home, but those who had been dispatched on external assignments as part of the “special class” were the exception.
They still had a supplementary class to attend.
Kamibarez checked her schedule, her face bright with anticipation as she fluttered her wings.
‘I’ll wait and go with Simon.’
Both Simon and Kamibarez had attended Bahil’s general Curse Studies lecture, and they were scheduled to take this supplementary class together as well.
She stood waiting for Simon outside the Curse Studies Building.
“Kamibarez.”
Chehekle, the senior instructor of Curse Studies, approached her. Kamibarez jumped, quickly bowing her head.
“Oh, hello! Senior Instructor!”
“I’ll be conducting the supplementary class today. What are you doing out here? Shall we head in together?”
“Oh, well, you see…”
Kamibarez glanced around nervously, turning to look back down the corridor. Chehekle, observing this, spoke again.
“While we’re at it, I wanted to discuss your answers from the last practical assessment as well.”
“Ah, yes! In that case…”
Chehekle led Kamibarez toward the classroom.
And then.
Whoooosh!
From deeper in the corridor, concealed in the shadows, another figure of Chehekle was manifesting Dark Magic. She was the real one.
‘What am I even doing right now? I’m sorry, Kamibarez.’
She sighed heavily, again and again.
The moment she sent Kamibarez into the classroom, Simon conveniently arrived, stepping into the Curse Studies Building. Chehekle hurried forward to greet him.
“Simon.”
“Ah, Instructor Chehekle!”
Simon approached warmly, returning her greeting.
“I heard you returned safely from the special class. Thank goodness.”
“Thank you. I hope you’ve been well, Instructor?”
“Thanks to your concern. Shall we head up together?”
“Yes!”
Simon and Chehekle climbed the stairs, exchanging pleasantries.
The two were on familiar terms after the incident with Bahil at the beginning of the semester, treating each other with ease.
“Hmm?”
However, Chehekle was heading toward a different classroom than the one listed on the schedule. Simon noticed this and asked.
“Isn’t the supplementary class on the third floor?”
“Yes, it is.”
She let out a long sigh.
“Actually, Professor Bahil said he’ll teach you directly.”
Simon blinked.
“Professor Bahil himself?”

* * *
A short while later.
“?”
Upon entering the indicated classroom, Simon looked around in confusion.
‘What is this place?’
It wasn’t a classroom at all—it resembled a luxurious, high-end restaurant. The interior gleamed with opulent design, and the air carried a rich, fragrant aroma. On the stage, instruments floated suspended in midair without any musicians, playing classical music.
In this vast space where one would hardly be surprised to see a grand banquet held by nobility, Simon sat alone at a table before him, unpacking his textbook and quill pen. There was even a blackboard in front—as if this truly were being used as a classroom.
“Your water.”
An unidentified man in waiter’s attire approached and set a glass on Simon’s table, pouring water for him. Simon offered his thanks with a stiff, forced expression.
As Simon wetted his lips awkwardly with the water,
Footsteps echoed.
At last, Bahil Amagarr, the Curse Studies Professor, made his entrance.
He was dressed in fine formal wear that suited the atmosphere of the place perfectly.
“Welcome to my classroom, Simon.”
Bahil stood before the blackboard, smiling broadly.
Simon offered a bewildered smile in return.
“…Professor Bahil. What is all this?”
“This is a supplementary class, as you can see.”
But by any measure, this hardly felt like a supplementary class setting.
Simon’s parched lips went dry again. The moment he took a single sip of water, a waiter appeared beside him as though summoned, murmuring “water” as he refilled the glass.
“Well then, shall we begin the lesson?”
Bahil gestured, and the waiter slipped out. He seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood today.
He pulled over a wheeled blackboard and opened a textbook.
“Open to page 145 of your textbook, please.”

* * *
The lesson proceeded more ordinarily than expected.
“Tell me about the Lotos Formula.”
It was material he’d studied in advance in the Northern Region.
Simon’s eyes brightened as he answered with clarity.
“It designates the range of a weakening magic circle and prevents corrosion along the circle’s perimeter.”
“And the Pantera Formula?”
“Ah… that one.”
He couldn’t recall it.
Simon pressed his forehead, lost in thought for a moment, then hung his head low.
“I apologize. I can’t quite remember it.”
He was going to be scolded.
It was already problematic that he’d skipped regular classes for the special session, and his advance preparation had been insufficient on top of that.
But.
“It’s quite alright.”
Though Bahil was ordinarily strict about curse magic, he was smiling unexpectedly.
“Memorization, for a student, is nothing more than the most mundane form of labor. Your true merit lies elsewhere. There’s no reason for me to be angry over a few things any student could master through simple effort.”
Why was this professor being so lenient all of a sudden?
Puzzling over this, Simon stared blankly at Bahil, who gestured as he spoke.
“Still, since the material is in the textbook, I do hope you’ll have it memorized by our next session.”
“Yes, sir! I apologize!”
“But that’s not all.”
“?”
Bahil set down the closed textbook on the desk, his eyes alight.
“It seems you have something on your mind.”
As Simon’s mouth opened in surprise, Bahil nodded with an air of having confirmed his suspicion.
“Now that I think of it, I heard one of the 3rd Year students, Aezel, has returned. What’s become of the Student Council President matter?”
The tone suggested he saw right through Simon’s heart.
Simon swallowed hard and answered truthfully that they’d agreed to settle it by duel after the final exams.
“Hardly a matter of great consequence, then.”
Bahil seemed genuinely unmoved. He twirled the chalk in his hand, then made a small point in the precise center of the blackboard as he spoke.
“I can make you win.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“I… pardon?”
“Aezel Bringer, the strongest of the 3rd Years. I can make you win. That much is simple.”
Simon was thrown into confusion.
Did this man understand what he was even saying?
“But there is a condition.”
Bahil, still facing the blackboard, raised the corners of his mouth.
“Major in Curse Studies. Simon Polentia.”
Simon’s expression froze.
“Professor, if I may be so bold, are you suggesting a change of major right now—”
“I,”
Bahil turned completely around, pressed both hands against the blackboard, and looked directly at Simon.
“As an educator, find you lamentable, Simon Polentia. Of course, I have no intention of slighting the brilliant achievements you have made thus far in Summoning. It is an undeniable fact that your predecessor Aaron’s mastery of Summoning created the Student Council President you are today.”
Tap.
Tap.
He picked up white and pink chalk, marking two small points at the base of the blackboard. Then he slowly drew them upward.
Screeeech—
“You are moving forward, certainly. In truth, you would have risen no matter what you did. You would have climbed higher even if you’d majored in something crude like magic battle or something inferior like poison studies. But if you were to look back upon your achievements in the distant future,”
Tap.
Tap.
Bahil lifted away the two pieces of chalk that had been marking the blackboard.
“I am convinced there would be a difference.”
Two lines were drawn on the blackboard.
The white one ran straight upward.
The pink one slanted slightly to the side.
“These two lines began at the same starting point and traveled upward for the same amount of time. Yet the difference is plain to see, isn’t it?”
Bahil drew a line from the endpoint where the pink line ended, extending it until it touched the white line.
Now it was unmistakably clear that the white line had climbed higher.
“As time passes, you’ll come to feel this painfully, but Summoning Studies has a decisive limitation. It’s not a matter of whether the discipline is outdated or trendy. The real problem is this:”
Bahil’s mouth curved upward.
“The fact that you must be ‘dependent’ on summons.”
“!”
“Having to rely on external entities is the summoner’s fundamental weakness. Moreover, once a summon is created, its performance becomes largely fixed. Dependence weakens the necromancer. It creates self-imposed limits. A truly powerful necromancer is one who transcends those limits and transforms everything. How far do you think you can advance by merely researching how to better use summons—those playthings that are limited from the moment they’re made?”
Bahil’s eyes flashed.

“P-please, calm down,” Simon stammered, forcing a smile and opening his palms in a placating gesture.
Not all of Bahil’s points were entirely correct, but there was merit in what he said.
Still.
‘I can’t exactly tell him I’m a Legion Commander.’
Bahil smiled faintly and picked up his textbook again, opening it.
“There’s no need to decide hastily. Take your time to think it over. Let’s continue with the lesson.”

Bahil’s lecture, despite being merely supplementary instruction from the Curse Studies Department, was more elaborate than ever.
It had long since transcended the level of ordinary remedial work.
In particular, Bahil was lavishing detailed instruction on Sleep—the curse that Simon was most confident about and most passionate for.
“Alright. Head-on.”
Bahil set down a table, and Simon rushed forward, slamming his palm against it.

Though he’d only struck his palm against the table, the Sleep curse passed through and afflicted the target.
“Excellent. Next.”
The next technique was an application variant of Sleep.
Simon grasped the Sleep curse and scattered it through the air. It spread in all directions, afflicting every target with Sleep.
“Magnificent!”
Bahil nodded, clapping his hands. “By adding the Rotating Formula Chetini, you can produce phenomena like this.”
“The Breaking Formula Pantera, the Bending Formula Abiso, the Rotating Formula Chetini. You’ll need to master all of them, won’t you?”
Simon answered with vigor.
“Yes! I’ll learn them all!”
When he regained his senses, Simon realized—
‘???’
His arms were laden with books and formula scrolls of every kind.
“I trust you’ll be familiar with all three by our next session. Class dismissed.”
Bahil, having burdened Simon with this avalanche of intense assignments, drew on his gloves with a faint smile.
Since Simon had said he’d do it himself, there was nothing else to say, and Aaron had no opening to interject.
“I look forward to next time.”
“Th-thank you for your instruction, Professor.”
Bahil turned and departed, leaving the luxurious classroom behind.
Thump, thump.
Once outside, Bahil’s eyes shifted. Chehekle, having finished teaching supplementary sessions to her own students, was waiting with her hands folded respectfully.
“You’ve worked hard, Professor.”
She bowed her head.
“You’ve done well too, Chehekle.”
“How was the lesson with Simon?”
Bahil’s grin stretched almost to his ears.
“The finest time I’ve had in recent memory.”
No longer did he need to follow the textbook and trudge through syllabi just to match the level of his other, more mediocre students.
Teaching tailored wholly to Simon Polentia.
Days he would have savored—if not for Aaron.
Days now rendered impossible.
Yet days that, in the future, might become possible once more.

“Thanks to Neftis arranging this special class and sending Simon out, I’ve had quite an entertaining time.”
Bahil was satisfied with this perfectly legitimate one-on-one supplementary session.
“That’s not the issue.”
Chehekle knitted her brow with concern.
“That proposal to defeat Aezel—you weren’t serious about that, were you?”
“I made the proposal. Of course, he didn’t take the bait immediately.”
“Professor Bahil!!”
The corners of Bahil’s mouth lifted with unmistakable meaning.
Everything was unfolding rapidly. Jane was moving. Hong Peng was moving too.
“Let’s observe a little longer. There will be a reaction one way or another.”

* * *
Supplementary class.
Strictly speaking, it was a class designed to teach material to students who had missed regular instruction.
But Bahil wasn’t the only one using supplementary classes for purposes other than their original intent. Similar situations unfolded the very next day.
‘…What?’
This time it was a Dark Reversal Magic supplementary session.
Simon had been notified to change into athletic wear and arrived at the destination.
Everyone else went to the classroom in their school uniforms to study, but Simon alone found himself in the Arena.
‘It’s been a while.’
This indoor arena was used during Duel Evaluation season.
As Simon glanced around, the Dark Reversal Magic Instructor approached silently and dressed him in a protective suit with Barrier Magic woven through it.
“E-enjoy your class, Simon.”
The Instructor bowed and then hurried away with quick steps, as if fleeing.
Left alone in the empty arena, Simon waited blankly for several minutes.
Then, a moment later.
Hum—!
Hum!
Lights illuminated all around the arena. The Barrier expanded, and he could feel the protective suit activate.
Click-clack. Click-clack.
The sharp, rhythmic sound of heeled shoes echoed across the arena from the distance.
Jane Olivia, the professor in charge of the second-year Dark Reversal Magic students and Vice-Chancellor of Kizen, was walking toward him.
“J-Jane Professor?”
Something felt off.
The atmosphere was anything but ordinary.
“Then I shall begin your supplementary class, Student Council President.”
She snapped her fingers.

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