Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 95

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy, Chapter 95
‘Did, did you hear that?’
‘Ugh, seriously! Stupid Dick! It’s your fault again……!’
Just as everyone stood frozen with tension, Francesca passed by the group and made her way to the lectern.
‘D, didn’t you hear me?’
From the lectern, she seemed to glance briefly toward Simon’s group, but she proceeded with the lesson without further comment.
“We’ll move on to the next page.”
The sight of her rolling up her sleeves and tying her long hair back with a cord carried such solemnity that she looked like a gladiator preparing for battle.
“There is a famous maxim about poison.”
She drew a deep breath before speaking.
“Alle Ding’ sind Gift, und nichts ohn’ Gift; allein die Dosis macht, daß ein Ding kein Gift ist — all things are poison, and nothing is without poison; only the dose determines whether something is not poison.”
“…….”
“What is poison, really? Simply a toxic compound? No. Anything that causes harm to humans can become poison.”
She swept her gaze across the students as she spoke.
“So here’s the question: if we consumed equal amounts of spice and poisonous herbs, and the spice proved even more harmful to health — what would be the reason?”
Class monitor Jamie’s hand shot up immediately.
“Because the poison didn’t reach a lethal dose!”
“Correct, Jamie. I’m awarding you five learning points.”
Jamie’s face flushed with obvious delight.
“Any poison requires a quantity equal to its lethal dose to be effective. Many poisons, when kept below lethal dose, are actually used as medicine. So conversely — why are non-poisonous substances not poisons? Jamie.”
Caught off guard by the sudden question, Jamie pondered for a moment before answering.
“B, because they don’t harm the body?”
“Simple. Because the lethal dose is the quantity that would kill you by rupturing your stomach.”
Scattered laughter rippled through the classroom.
“Therefore, the fundamental principle of handling toxic substances is accurate determination of lethal dose, and analysis of the target. When using poison on monsters, you’ll need to establish new lethal doses. The three essential laws for these dosage calculations are what we’ll cover now.”
Francesca explained the difficult theories fluidly without hesitation. Merin sat with interlaced fingers pressed against her cheek, her expression one of rapture.
“Ah— this is so good. How can every single word be so perfectly understandable?”
Simon listened silently, taking notes throughout Francesca’s lesson. Then Dick nudged Simon’s arm with his elbow.
“You’re always quiet during Toxic Theory class. What’s going on?”
“Hm? Nothing really.”
Time passed, and the Toxic Theory lesson ended. Students gathered their things and left the lecture hall.
Just as Simon was about to exit as well.
‘Huh?’
He spotted a familiar face.
It was Jane’s Teaching Assistant. He remembered receiving duel preparation guidance from her back when he was training for his evaluation bout. Ever since that duel, she seemed to have been avoiding him somehow.
“Ah!”
She, who had been looking around nervously, spotted Simon and approached.
“Simon!”
“Good to see you, Teaching Assistant. What brings you here…….”
Instead of answering, she asked a question of her own.
“Have you decided what mission you’re doing this weekend?”
“No, not yet. I’m still thinking about it.”
“Perfect timing then!”
She smiled and continued.
“Professor Jane is calling for you.”

* * *
Simon arrived at Jane’s research office with the Teaching Assistant. The latter lowered her voice to a whisper.
“The professor has been quite sensitive about recent incidents, so please keep that in mind.”
“Yes. Thank you for letting me know.”
“Then I’ll be going.”
The Teaching Assistant took a deep breath and knocked respectfully twice.
“Professor Jane. I’ve brought Simon.”
A voice from beyond the door told him to come in. The Teaching Assistant opened the door and gave Simon a slight bow. Simon returned the courtesy politely and stepped inside.
Jane, as always, was buried beneath a tower of documents. He’d heard her actual office was at the Kizen headquarters, but if her research office looked like this, he couldn’t even imagine how many files must be piled at headquarters.
“Please, sit.”
Jane still didn’t spare him a glance, her Quill Pen moving across the page.
“Yes, thank you.”
Simon sat down and clasped his hands together, placing them on his lap while keeping his back rigidly straight.
Like last time, meetings with Jane always left him tense.
“A Named Mission has come down to Student Simon.”
A Named Mission.
Unlike ordinary requests, which students select freely once posted, a Named Mission occurs when an external client directly designates which student will undertake the task.
Naturally, only considerable figures with influence over Kizen, or the wealthy, possessed the means to make such a designation.
“Please review the details.”
Jane held out a Golden Request Form—neither white nor blue, but gold. Simon’s eyes gleamed as he read through the contents.
Request: VIP Protection
Request Grade: D
Reward: 1,000 Gold
Location: Territory of Blue Harbor
Details: Close protection of the client throughout the Undead Exhibition period.
Special Notes: Participation in the Blue Harbor Undead Exhibition.
Simon’s eyes widened as he finished reading the form.
‘A D-Grade request with a 1,000 Gold reward?!’
Double the 500 Gold he’d scraped together through cunning on his last job. Indeed, Named Missions carried a different caliber of compensation. More than anything, though, he found himself curious about the Undead Exhibition itself.
“Of course, a Named Mission is not something we compel. Will you take it?”
“Yes! Absolutely, I’ll take it!”
Missions that satisfied both intrigue and reward were rare to come by.
Given the nature of VIP protection, the difficulty would vary depending on who the client was, but even at its longest, it shouldn’t stretch beyond five days.
Simon judged it manageable.
“Then I’ll note that you’re accepting.”
Jane quickly scrawled her signature across the form and stamped it with a sharp thunk.
“As it happens, I was considering sending minions to that exhibition myself, but you’ve saved me the trouble.”
“Pardon?”
“For contemporary Necromancers, exploring and analyzing new trends is quite crucial work.”
She handed him several documents.
“While you’re there, observe diligently. And upon your return, I’d like you to fill out these reports.”
“This is…….”
A report. A professional-grade one, no less—requiring projections of investment value, core competencies, and future profitability.
Simon’s face went blank.
“Surely I’m not qualified to write something this important? I’m still…….”
“A student of Kizen’s caliber is hardly an amateur. Kizen takes the form of a school, but it’s also a formal organization with salaried staff.”
She set down the quill pen and interlaced her fingers.
“You are the only representative of Kizen attending this exhibition. Participate in the event with the understanding that you represent Kizen itself. You must not, under any circumstances, bring shame upon us.”
“Understood. I’ll keep that in mind!”
Somehow, the job had become far larger than he’d initially imagined.
A 1,000 Gold request, and now representing Kizen.
Simon rose from his seat, his heart thrumming with anticipation.

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That night, at Pier’s Ruins.
[Kyaaaah! Blue Harbor!]
Erzsebet pressed her palms against her cheeks, squealing with delight.
[It’s supposed to be a really famous beach resort!]
[This isn’t a pleasure trip, Erzsebet.]
Pier wiped his greatsword with a dry cloth as he spoke.
[That island has been isolated from the mainland for a long time, I’ve heard, and it maintains a unique ecosystem. We’ll seek out new Undead and bolster the Legion’s strength…….]
[Commander! What do you think of this outfit?]
As Erzsebet touched her own body, her dress transformed into a swimsuit. Simon, caught off guard, felt his face flush crimson.
“……Erzsebet!”
[Or this one?]
With another touch, the swimsuit became even more revealing. Simon quickly turned his head away and spoke.
“Are you planning to swim? Isn’t salt water supposed to be bad for Undead?”
[It does sting when it touches. But doesn’t a broad beach have that resort atmosphere about it? I’m so excited I don’t think I’ll be able to rest this evening.]
“……You don’t sleep anyway.”
Pier struck a stone altar with his fist, thump-thump.
[Pathetic, Erzsebet! How can you call yourself the Legion’s commander with such rotten thinking!]
[Better than being a rigid, self-righteous pedant obsessed with formality.]
[……? What are you talking about?]
[In preparation for situations where I might need to transform into Kizen students, I’ve been studying their slang.]
I don’t know what you’re saying, but you’re putting me in a foul mood!
“Now, now. Let’s stop this quarreling.”
Simon rose to his feet and opened a Subspace. What he withdrew was a suit of empty armor.
“This is Pier’s. I ordered a larger size than before.”
Oh! Yes, that’s more like it!
“And Erzsebet—I should mention ahead of time that I need to focus on the mission. There likely won’t be time for leisure.”
Erzsebet, who had been alternating between trying on a dress and a swimsuit, made a dejected face.
“Just enjoy a vacation on the beach. Once my mission is done, I’ll stop by for a bit.”
Really?!
She clapped her hands with delight. Simon turned his head to look at Pier.
“What will you do, Pier?”
I’ll wander the island and see if there’s anything worth salvaging! I’ll contact you right away if anything comes up!
“Yes, sounds good.”
Simon stretched languidly.
“I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

* * *
The next morning.
Simon was the first among the Kizen students to step onto the Teleport Magic circle. This time, he teleported alone, without any other students.
Whoooooosh!
By now, he knew the sensation well and surrendered to it comfortably.
After a moment, he opened his eyes.
‘Oh.’
An entirely different vista spread before him.
A vast expanse of brilliant blue sky and white sand, beyond which an emerald sea lapped gently against the shore.
This was Blue Harbor, the island renowned as a paradise of leisure.
A young couple who had been kissing nearby started in alarm at Simon’s sudden appearance from thin air, clutching each other tightly.
Simon gave an embarrassed laugh and bowed his head.
“Have a wonderful day~”
Once he’d found a more secluded spot, Simon retrieved Erzsebet and Pier from his Subspace.
“Both of you should refrain from drawing too much attention here.”
Even as he said it, Simon found himself looking back and forth between Erzsebet in her bikini and Pier in full plate armor under the blazing sun, and pressed his forehead.
“……Not drawing attention will be difficult, so please at least try not to cause any incidents.”
Gehehehe! Don’t worry, boy!
Freedom and happiness await this young woman!
Once parted from the two Undead, Simon consulted the map recorded on his Request Form and made his way forward. Though the island wasn’t particularly large, the more he saw of it, the more beautiful he found the city.
The buildings were sleek and modern, the streets neat and clean. Notably, every roof in the city was painted blue, as if to emphasize the name Blue Harbor.
‘Ah, here it is.’
He’d arrived at his destination. Among the city’s modern buildings, this mansion stood out—unusually grand and ornate. To look at it, it was clearly the home of someone wealthy enough to pay a thousand gold for five days of security.
‘A bit nerve-wracking.’
Simon adjusted his necktie and ran his fingers through his bangs, then moved forward.
Two large men who appeared to be guards stood before the door.
“Ah, hello there. I am…….”
Click!
The guards immediately stepped aside left and right, bowing in unison with their waists bent at ninety degrees.
“Welcome! The Count has been expecting you.”
Recognizing him at once from his Kizen uniform, they required no Request Form. Simon passed through the mansion’s entrance without incident.
“Wahahaha!”
The moment he stepped inside, the sound of a child’s laughter echoed from the garden.
A boy came into view, running about with a small shovel in one hand and a basket in the other. His face and clothes were caked with dirt, and two middle-aged men in butler’s livery trailed behind him, flustered and trying to stop him.
“Oh!”
The boy suddenly spotted Simon and pointed at him.
“Kizen! You came!”
The boy flung his shovel to the ground and scampered over.
“Your clothes look so cool!”
With that, he began pawing frantically at Simon’s uniform with his dirt-covered hands.
Simon felt tears spring to his eyes inwardly. He’d only just had these washed.
“Hi. What are you doing out here?”
“Just playing! My name is Shoon!”
“I’m Simon. I’d like to meet the Count—could you tell me where he is?”
The boy grinned.
“I’m a Count!”
“Hmm?”
The butlers approached from behind with a delicate cough.
“Please show proper courtesy. This is Count Shun Oldwon.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
So this little boy was the client who’d paid 1,000 gold for the request?

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