Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 70

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The Summoning Prodigy of Necromancer School, Episode 70
“Hello. Just pretend I’m not here, and carry on as you were.”
Lorain kept her introduction brief, then settled into her seat and opened her Textbook.
Dick, Merin, and Kamibarez stole glances at her even as they studied their notes.
‘How is she supposed to be invisible?’
She was Neftis’s daughter, after all. There was no way to relax in this atmosphere.
The classroom felt suffocating.
‘But then again…’
Merin’s eyes wandered.
‘How does Simon know Lorain?’
The question lingered only briefly before Merin found her answer.
Simon was a special admissions student recommended directly by Neftis herself. There was nothing odd about him being acquainted with her daughter.
‘She’s beautiful…’
Kamibarez was admiring her genuinely.
Hair black as a night sky, eyes a deep crimson like rubies. And that intangible aura of distance that surrounded her.
Among all the students at Kizen, Lorain carried something distinctly singular.
And Dick, who valued connections above all else, desperately wanted to strike up a conversation with her. Yet he held back, knowing the odds of becoming close to her were far outweighed by the risk of stumbling over his words and leaving a bad impression.
‘Might as well focus on studying.’
Scratch, scratch.
Only the whisper of Quill Pens sounded in the quiet classroom. The noise had given way to silence, but it was actually better for concentration.
Everyone threw themselves into their work, if only to avoid dwelling on Lorain’s presence.
“…”
At one point, Lorain bit her lip slightly and furrowed her brow, as if stuck on something.
Simon caught the moment and asked quietly.
“Getting stuck?”
“…Yeah.”
“Where?”
“Problem seven here.”
Simon spoke up loudly on purpose.
“Oh yeah? Merin’s really good with Curse Studies problems.”
Merin, who’d been absorbed in her work with her head down, flushed crimson and snapped her head up.
She mouthed ‘Hey, quiet!’ but the moment Lorain looked over, she sealed her lips.
Simon let out a stifled laugh and said.
“Merin, could you explain this one?”
“…Uh, sure.”
Awkwardly, Merin approached and stood beside Lorain, beginning to explain problem seven. It was natural she couldn’t solve it without knowing the formula.
Lorain nodded after hearing the explanation.
“So if I substitute that formula, it goes like this.”
Having only heard the formula, Lorain scribbled out the entire solution across her notebook in one fluid motion.
“Yeah, that’s right! You’re really good at this!”
Merin wasn’t just making polite conversation—she was genuinely impressed.
So this was what it meant to know ten things by learning one? Her comprehension was dazzling.
“But why did you reduce all the values here?”
“That’s the only method I know. Is it wrong?”
“No, not at all! Actually, that kind of approach is quite impressive. Wait a moment…”
By the end, Merin herself had grown more excited than the one being taught. Watching them, Simon thought to himself.
‘A leisurely kind of genius, maybe?’
There was no question about Lorain’s ability.
She was said to be weak at written work, but looking at it more carefully, it seemed she had the skill—just lacked the motivation or interest. Of course, this was only Simon’s speculation.
After Merin broke the ice, Dick and Kamibarez both exchanged a few words with her. They’d all assumed she was an intensely serious and intimidating character, but Lorain treated them with surprising warmth.
Munch.
Feeling hungry, she tasted the confection Dick had brought. It seemed to suit her palate, and she nodded slightly.
“What is this?”
“A Grain Cookie I bought in Rochester.”
Dick replied quickly. Lorain let out a small exclamation.
“I didn’t know such a thing existed.”
“Want the location?”
The atmosphere gradually began to ease, and Simon felt a sense of relief, watching them with quiet satisfaction.
Lorain had said she’d stay for an hour or two, but she ended up lingering longer as studying proved productive, and the other group members shed their wariness, treating her naturally.
Time slipped away, and dusk settled over the classroom. A staff member arrived to inform them the study room needed to be vacated.
“See you all!”
“Today’s study session was amazing!”
Everyone exchanged goodbyes. They would’ve liked to continue celebrating into the evening, but with exams looming, they decided to spend the rest of the day studying on their own.
Simon had agreed to walk Lorain out to the Kizen exit.
“……Already a month’s gone by.”
Lorain murmured this to herself before glancing at Simon.
“Are you enjoying school life?”
“Best thing ever.”
Simon grinned.
“You think this life is worth taking such risks for?”
“Yeah.”
Simon answered without hesitation.
She nodded slowly, then draped a Robe over herself and pulled the hood up. The moment she spread her arms, a Subspace opened before them, and from within emerged a magnificent Skeletal Horse.
“Thanks for walking me out. I’d better go now.”
She placed her palm against the creature’s towering ribs and hoisted herself up in one fluid motion.
When Simon gently stroked the Skeletal Horse’s skull, it nickered softly and brushed its bony head against his palm.
“Simon.”
“Yeah.”
Her red eyes gleamed from within the hood.
“Question everything. Trust no one.”
“……?”
With only those words, she seized the Skeletal Horse’s reins and departed.

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The exam period flew past like light itself.
I’d walk into school awake only to find myself sprawled on my bed that night, utterly drained.
The Duel Evaluation got overshadowed by next week’s Midterm Exam crisis, and the entire student body mobilized into intensive test preparation. Even the professors seemed pleased to see the students’ focus sharpen after the lingering anxiety the duels had stirred.
Simon adopted Merin’s study method: maximize note-taking, review for twenty minutes the moment class ends, memorize key problems whenever there’s a gap, and solve past exam questions during breaks.
‘……This really is just a battle of stamina.’
He’d learned a lot preparing for the last Duel Evaluation. Though he cut back on sleep, he avoided the madness of all-nighters. Every second he had his eyes open, he focused.
Now his routine had settled into a rhythm: when class ended, he’d head to the campus café, the library, or the dormitory study room.
“Ahhhhh! Hurry up!”
While studying in the campus café one day, Dick suddenly made a strangling gesture at his own throat.
“Please, let this week just pass! Ugh! Is this even how people are supposed to live?”
Simon, studying at the next table, let out a quiet laugh.
“Hey.”
That’s when a female student browsing a magazine by the window seat shot Dick a sharp look.
“Want to die? Can you keep it down?”
“Oh, ah, I’m sorry about that.”
Dick quickly bowed his head. The girl turned her gaze away irritably.
“……Did she have to be that harsh about it?”
Simon muttered, but Dick immediately pressed a finger to his lips. “Shhh, shhh!”
“She’s a second-year student.”
This week brought one major change: finally, the second and third-year students had arrived at Kizen.
Since classes and dormitories were segregated by year, encounters during lectures were rare, but you’d occasionally run into upperclassmen in the campus café or library after class.
It wasn’t obvious, but second-years had a small red mark on their Kizen school uniforms, while third-years bore a gray one.
Third-years were especially busy with missions and practical training, so encounters were even rarer. The Student Council and Clan operations were mostly run by second-years.
“It’s best to be careful around upperclassmen.”
Dick lowered his voice.
“The power and authority that second-year and first-year students have at Kizen are worlds apart. There’s nothing good about getting on their bad side.”
Even as a first-time student, Simon grasped the hierarchy. The two returned to their exam prep.
The next day too.
And the day after that.
Whether asleep or slumped over his desk, Simon’s mind churned endlessly with formulas and knowledge from lectures. Nosebleeds erupted among students midway through class, and some smashed their foreheads against their desks with audible thuds from sleep deprivation.
But no one gave up.
The moment you belonged to Kizen, you couldn’t escape the suffocating tension that tightened around your throat. If you couldn’t overcome this level of pressure, it was wiser to leave the school.
A few days later, in Jane’s Elementary Dark Magic class.
“Your Performance Assessment exam will last sixty minutes.”
The group Performance Assessment took place the week before the Midterm Exam.
Though it came before the main exam period, students had no complaints. This evaluation was designed specifically as preparation for the Midterm Exam itself.
The group huddled around an oversized Exam Paper more than two meters across, solving problems together. All eight subjects—everything except Elementary Dark Magic—had their questions packed into this single sheet.
‘It really does help when all four team members specialize in different subjects.’
Simon glanced cautiously around the room.
Students whose preferred subjects overlapped were still bickering over who’d handle which problem.
“Focus!”
Merin, the team leader, snapped out instructions with sharp, precise finger gestures.
“I’m taking Curse Studies, Kamibarez has Blood Flow Studies, Dick’s on Eboncraft Studies, and Simon covers Summoning Studies. If you hit a problem you don’t know, mark it with a star and move on fast. If something’s confusing or needs double-checking, use a triangle. I’ll work through from number one and verify as we go. Once you finish your subject, Kamibarez moves to Toxicology Studies, Simon to Magical Combat Studies, and Dick to Holy Defense Studies. Got it?”
Merin carried more than half the team’s firepower when it came to written tests, so everyone nodded quickly.
“There are quite a few Summoning Studies problems. I can count on you to handle them, right, Simon?”
Simon let out a confident laugh at Merin’s words.
“Of course.”
Jane glanced at her wristwatch and spoke up.
“All right. Let’s begin the exam.”
Whoosh!
Sixteen teams simultaneously stripped the covers from their Exam Papers.
Simon quickly located the Summoning Studies section.
It began at question forty-one.
41. Which of the following Undead reproduces sexually? (2 points)
① Zombie
② Skeleton
③ Specter
④ Ghoul
⑤ Lich
‘Number four—Ghoul. The unusual case: Undead, but capable of sexual reproduction. Offspring reach maturity in a month, and parent specimens show no maternal instinct.’
Simon quickly marked four and moved to the next problem.
42. When converting a common Zombie into a Feral Zombie, which of the following Sub-Formulas would be incorrect to add to the Magic Circle?
① Construction
② Fury
③ Scream
④ Madness
⑤ Seizure
‘Number five for sure. Common Zombies already have the “Seizure” sub-formula, so there’s no reason to use a duplicate formula!’
Simon’s lips curved into a smile.
He knew all of this, and it was going smoothly. He felt like screaming with joy.
‘Was learning always this fun?’
The memory was still sharp—that crushing helplessness he’d felt during Jane’s first test.
But now it was different.
Simon began tearing through the problems with furious intensity.
Merin, working her way through Curse Studies sub-formula problems, caught sight of him and smiled.
‘……Hmph. Guess he’s been putting in the effort after all.’
During team selection, Simon had declared he would leave Kizen if he couldn’t surpass Merin’s Summoning Studies score.
Of course, students nearby had heard it, but it was a statement without legal binding, something that could be overlooked if Merin herself chose to forgive him.
‘Of course I’m not just going to forgive him.’
These days, Merin no longer wanted Simon to leave Kizen. Instead, she carried a debt from the last Cyclops Performance Assessment. She intended to surpass Simon in Summoning Studies this time and clear that obligation.
Of course, she hadn’t told Simon any of this. She wanted him to study with genuine tension.
“Hey, Merin! Help me with Eboncraft Studies number twenty-five!”
Dick suddenly cut in with a shout.
She’d been watching Simon with a serious expression, but her face snapped to irritation as she turned toward Dick.
“If you don’t know it, just mark it with a star and move on, you blockhead!”
“No, no, no! I can’t let this unease sit with me! It’s going to mess up my focus for the rest of the problems…!”
“Give up!!”

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