Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 94

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 94
All first-year students had returned to Kizen.
Though everyone expected lingering aftereffects, the moment classes resumed, the grueling days on Kerasum felt like nothing more than a dream—the transition back to routine was remarkably swift.
From Cyclops practical assessments to duel evaluations to island survival tests, every curriculum at Kizen shared a common thread: they all sparked the students’ hunger for growth and kindled their drive to improve.
Through these trials, students experienced a spectrum of emotions.
Admiration and jealousy toward those more gifted than themselves, and alongside that, a palpable tension born from the sudden leap forward of students they’d long dismissed as mediocre. After each practical assessment, the classroom atmosphere invariably thrummed with energy.
Simon, too, felt the sting of that motivation.
“Get ready.”
As evening deepened, Aaron, the Summoning Theory professor, was supervising Simon’s Restoration technique.
On days when Summoning Theory class covered Restoration material, it always went like this.
Simon had already mastered the Restoration techniques from the standard curriculum, and there was nothing left to teach him in regular lectures. At such times, Aaron made room in his schedule to provide special tutoring tailored to Simon’s level.
“Ready, Professor!”
“Begin.”
The moment Aaron gave the signal, Simon’s eyes sharpened with focus. The Skeleton standing beside him began to decompose, its bones flying toward Simon’s arm.
Clack-clack-clack-clack!
Simon’s right arm became enveloped in bone. Long humeri and femurs stood as the central pillars, with smaller bones nestled tightly between them. Next, darkness flowed between bone and bone, binding them and forming the shape of joints.
This was none other than—
‘Bone Armor, concentrated only over the arm!’
Bone Armor was a defensive Restoration technique that crafted armor from a Skeleton’s bones to protect the body. Simon had simply named this arm-covering variation “Gauntlet Mode.”
Three consecutive successes now. He’d developed decent speed and stability.
Pleased with himself, Simon clenched and unclenched his fist, then swung his arm up and down with the weight and heft of an exercise. It felt more dense than his bare hand, but there was undeniably strength there.
‘A genius is a genius, after all.’
Aaron, arms crossed as he watched, maintained his characteristically impassive expression—though the back of his neck glistened with perspiration.
Restoration techniques were, strictly speaking, regular material taught only in second year. Yet Simon had already created his own unique technique called Bone Nail based on Bone Spear, honing it to a level of proficiency where he could deploy it in actual combat.
Now, he’d even completed an advanced application of Bone Armor itself—a technique considered particularly difficult among Restoration arts.
His rate of acquisition was nothing short of genius.
“Professor!”
Simon turned to face Aaron and called out.
“May I test the striking power as well?”
“…Of course.”
Simon stepped before a nearby tree, his heart racing with anticipation.
He spread his legs shoulder-width apart, drew back his arm encased in Bone Gauntlet, and struck the tree with a powerful shout.
Boom!
With a deep, resounding crack, leaves scattered and fell.
‘Wow! And this is the impact of a bare fist without even a Dark Element aura?’
As Simon gazed at his right arm in wonder, Aaron began to explain.
“As you’ve just felt firsthand, Bone Armor signifies far more than mere defense. You can convert a Skeleton’s inherent strength and its Dark Element into raw striking power. Think of it as a kind of enhanced exoskeleton suit.”
Simon’s eyes gleamed as he nodded earnestly.
“Bone Armor produces vastly different effects depending on how it’s assembled and which Skeleton is used to create it. The Necromancers at Kizen each employ Bone Armor in their own distinct styles. Of course, such individuality can’t be taught by anyone. You must develop your own Bone Armor through personal research and refinement.”
“Yes! I understand exactly what you mean!”
Aaron crossed his arms.
“Then, as a final exercise, attempt a full-body Bone Armor.”
“Yes, sir!”
Aaron was, of course, fully aware that asking a first-year student to practice this was nothing short of madness.
Still, Simon tried.
Full-body Bone Armor consumed at minimum two Skeletons. The two Skeletons decomposed into bones, scattered across the ground, then flew toward Simon’s body and affixed themselves piece by piece. Bones settled properly across his chest, arms, and legs.
But then—
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
In the moment his attention wavered to his arms, the armor plating over his torso came crashing down.
The balance between sections broke in an instant; once the joints gave way, there was no recovery.
Simon let out a wistful sigh.
“Well done.”
Despite the failure, Aaron offered rare praise.
“There’s a world of difference in difficulty between covering a single arm in Bone Armor and donning it across your entire body. There’s no need to feel impatient.”
“Thank you so much, Professor!”
And so today’s private lesson came to an end.
‘Ah, this is wonderful.’
Simon was thoroughly satisfied. He recovered the Skeletons, thinking how he wished Restoration were covered more often in Summoning Theory class.
Aaron settled onto a nearby bench and placed a cigar between his lips.
He exhaled a thin wisp of smoke and opened his mouth to speak.
“Next week we’ll have a new mission cycle.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Simon had been genuinely eager for this new mission.
The primary reason was financial. Purchasing a Golem had drained his coffers, and borrowing small sums from Dick had reached its limit.
A legitimate mission that would let him earn tuition felt like rain after a drought.
More than anything, it was a stage where he could deploy the Legion freely without worrying about Kizen’s scrutiny—and if luck favored him, he might even acquire a new Ancient Undead.
“Have you given any thought to which mission you’d like?”
“No, sir. I was planning to look over the list when it comes out and decide then.”
Aaron exhaled a long stream of cigarette smoke.
“Let me give you a tip. If there’s nothing on the list that appeals to you, sometimes it pays to wait and see.”
“…I’m sorry?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. You still don’t fully understand the influence that comes with being a special admission rank-one student.”
Aaron held the cigar between his fingers as he continued.
“Learn to leverage your position a little more.”
It was the kind of cryptic tip that left more questions than answers. He wanted to press for details, but Aaron was already tapping the cigar against his fingertip and dropping it into the trash bin as he stood.
“Let’s head back.”
“Ah, yes!”

* * *
The next day, after classes ended, a mission board was installed in the dormitory, just as Aaron had said.
Students milled about examining the request forms. Four boards in different colors were visible.
White—missions within Rocksum. No risk of Priest conflict.
Blue—missions within the Dark Alliance. Extremely low risk of Priest conflict.
Red—missions in the Neutral Zone. High risk of Priest conflict.
Black—missions within the Holy Federation. Direct conflict with Priests.
“Since I took it easy in Rocksum last time, I should actually go out this time, yeah?”
“Anyone want to team up for a Neutral Zone search mission?”
Letting the chatter of other students wash over one ear, Simon and Pier examined all four boards carefully.
[Nothing!]
Pier spoke.
[No matter how I look at it, there’s nothing that screams involvement by the big names. Tch! When the world gets too peaceful, that becomes its own problem!]
‘Hmm.’
Simon nodded calmly.
The last mission had simply been extraordinarily lucky. Cases where traces of Ancient Undead aligned perfectly with available missions were genuinely rare.
[There is one thing that might have potential.]
Pier’s gaze shifted to the black request form.
[Countless bite marks and remains that were eaten while still alive—you could speculate it’s the work of that Prince leading the zombies, but… there’s nothing certain about it. And going directly to investigate would carry far too much risk.]
‘Yes, I’ve heard that getting a professor’s permission for a black form is nearly impossible.’
This time he focused on higher-paying missions. Since buying the Golem recently, he’d come to realize that capital was genuinely crucial for a Necromancer.
‘Hmm.’
But even the high-paying missions didn’t seem quite right. Perhaps his standards had risen after earning over five hundred gold last time, but they all felt lacking somehow.
‘I should try following Professor Aaron’s tip.’
Simon had no choice but to be cautious. With no telling when the next mission opportunity would arise, he needed a stable way to earn money.
“Simon! Have you decided?”
Again, Dick was holding a white request form.
“Not yet. But are you really going for white again? Won’t you struggle later if you keep doing only the easy missions?”
“Tomorrow the sun will rise again!”
Dick held the request form in his teeth and threw his school jacket over his shoulder.
“Kizen’s a place where one small slip-up means expulsion. You’ve got to be thrifty day by day!”
“So being thrifty means taking missions within Rocksum…?”
“Heh heh heh, there’s a method to my madness. Anyway, let’s hurry and grab a late-night snack! Late-night snack!”

* * *
The next day.
Simon decided to wait without registering for a mission.
Kamibarez chose to tackle a blue mission this time, while Merin, saying she still hadn’t recovered from her exhaustion in Kerasum, quickly wrapped up a white mission and planned to rest properly in the dormitory.
“Cough! Cough! Cough!”
And today’s first class was Toxic Poisoning Lore.
“Hem-hem! My apologies. I’m counting on you again!”
“Yes, Professor. Please rest inside.”
Professor of Toxicology Lang Strauss found his condition deteriorating by the day. He would cough up blood during lectures, and his senior teaching assistant Francesa had begun taking over his classes with increasing frequency.
Recently, the episodes of bleeding had grown so frequent that Francesa was conducting even the theoretical sessions. There were occasions now when Lang didn’t appear to teach at all.
The students worried about Lang’s health with genuine concern, yet secretly they all waited for the moment Francesa would step up to the lectern.
Lang’s lectures were a battle against sleep, but Francesa’s lessons possessed a professionalism and dynamism that rivaled any tenured professor. Many students were now openly saying that Lang should retire and Francesa should take his place.
“I hate to say it like this, but in Kizen—where the winds of competition are absolute—I don’t think Professor Lang is competitive anymore.”
Merin, like most of the other students, sided with Francesa.
“So you’re saying students should be subject to ruthless competition, but professors can coast on their old reputation? That doesn’t seem right to me.”
“That’s exactly why it’s not that simple.”
Dick was a realist about the status quo.
“A professorship at Kizen doesn’t work that way. If there’s a change in position, that professor and all their subordinate assistants have to leave the school entirely. Other professors and their teams take their place. It’s like a complete regime change, you could say?”
Simon nodded as if he understood. Dick continued.
“Everyone knows Francesa is capable—I want to keep taking her classes, too. But if Professor Lang steps down, the assistant has to leave with him.”
“Ugh, this is complicated.”
Merin leaned her chin on her hand and muttered. Kamibarez posed the next question.
“Is there no way for Francesa to become a professor at Kizen?”
“She can’t just become a professor—it’s not realistic.”
Dick waggled his fingers dismissively.
“A teaching assistant occupies a rather peculiar status at Kizen, somewhere between educator and subordinate. Strictly speaking, they’re closer to classroom help than educators.”
Merin frowned.
“Help? That’s a kind way to put it.”
“That’s how the institution sees it. Of course, it’s possible to climb higher through a professor’s recommendation and recognition of your assistant experience, but for an assistant to become a professor directly? That would require intervention at a level like… Neftis herself would have to step in.”
Footsteps.
At the sound of someone approaching, Dick and the members of Team 7 all fell silent, their expressions hardening.
The fifteen-minute break had ended, and Francesa was entering the lecture hall.
…….
And she was staring directly at Simon’s group.

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