Chapter 142_Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner

Chapter 142

 "A mark that only you can recognize? What is it?"

 Asked Kajann.

 "Actually, the thing is"

 Fighting the priest in the Forbidden Forest, he picked up a rock on the ground, enchanted it, and then threw it.

 "Please, reach! Reveal the face!"

 He was desperate.

 As if not expecting Simon to fight back, the priest leaned out of the way a little toote. The attack tore through a small section of the right side of the hood.

 "It drew blood."

 At that time, he confirmed that the hem of the priest''s hood was stained with red.

 "The priest must have a scrape on their cheek."

 Of course, a potion would have healed the wound, but Simon figured a faint scar might have remained if the wound was deep.

 Kajann folded his arms and pondered. He seemed to be thinking of the faces of people with scars on their cheeks among the suspects.

 In the end

 "It''s quite vague."

 Kajann shook his head.

 "There''s a chance that no scar remained, and there are many ways to hide them. Above all, it''s impossible to determine the culprit based on a single scar."

 "Yeah, that''s for sure."

 Simon had already checked several people, but no one seemed suspicious.

 Then, Kajann opened his subspace and took out a small pair of sses.

 "I''ll give you this just in case."

 "What''s this?"

 "It''s something I''ve been carrying ever since I fell for the priest''s trap."

 Simon took the sses and tried them on right away. It didn''t seem to have any prescription, but his vision had gone blurry.

 "If you wear that, you can see a real face behind a biological face. It would show through if they used a biological face to cover up the scar."

 "Oh, that''s pretty good."

 The chance of spotting the priest with this was low, but it was better than nothing.

 Simon tucked the sses away in his inner pocket.

 * * *

 Once again, Kizen''s busy days began.

 They had to prepare for the performance assessment, the Duel Evaluation, the final exam that''ll be in a few months

 "Ah! Absolutely magnificent."

 Bahil, a professor of Curses, gave a round of apuse.

 He brought Simon to the stage and had him write the curses equation on the ckboard. He was exining to the students how perfect, creative, and original this equation written by Simon was.

 "Simon. Why did you exclude the vibration form from the Motion Sickness curse?"

 "Oh That."

 Simon scratched the side of his head.

 After tossing up on whether he should be honest or make it up, Simon confessed,

 "I didn''t know the vibration form very well, so I reced it with the imbnce form."

 Stifledughter could be heard from everywhere.

 "To think that a Special Admission No.1 doesn''t even know the vibration form."

 "He''s only good at Summoning, hecks fundamentals."

 Hector''s faction added a word or two as though waiting for this exact moment.

 However

 "It''s original! It''s great!"

 Bahil swelled with a protective pride.

 "Its because he didn''t do any prior studies! Because his thoughts were pure white paper that hadnt been stained by the ink of forms and modifications! Thats how he cane up with such a unique idea!"

 Thud thud!

 Bahil pounded on the ckboard and, ted, poured out exnation after exnation.

 "The Motion Sickness curse, of course, has to be made with the vibration form! But this thinking just means that your brain is contaminated with tradition! Motion sickness isn''t only caused by vibration. Humans experience motion sickness due to the discrepancy between the movement felt by the body and visual information! The sickness from riding a fast carriage on the pavement and the sickness you get from staring at movements on a mana screen for too long are both examples of this!"

 Bahil went on to exin the visual motion sickness effect achieved by the imbnce form in the motion sickness curse.

 "Very well. This is how you should expand the curse equation! Now, a round of apuse, please!"

 Apuse came from across the room. Simon felt at a loss with the overwhelming praise and bowed his head.

 Bahil ced a hand on Simon''s shoulder.

 "I really like your idea, Simon. However, since the curse requires fast casting speed, let''s start simple with the vibration form."

 "Ah, yes sir!"

 ''So we''re going with vibration after all!''

 The Curses aspirantsined inwardly, but they couldn''t dare voice those thoughts.

 Bahil affectionately patted Simon on the back, who returned to his seat.

 ''Love is overflowing in your eyes, Professor.''

 Chehekle, standing under the stage, sighed.

 A Kizen professor''s one-sided love for his student. It was quite a rare sight.

 ''Still, watching Bahil so flooded with joy, even if restrained Its nice, I guess.''

 But she couldn''t be careless at times like this. Bahil could be quite unpredictable.

 In fact, at this point, it wouldn''t be strange for him to put a curse on Simon''s body to make him a puppet disciple. He only didnt because he was concerned Simon''s genius could be damaged.

 "Chehekle!"

 At Bahil''s voice, she jumped before slowly turning her head toward him.

 "Yes, Professor?"

 "For the rest of the period, please continue the practical training, assistant teacher."

 What was the matter with him? He always taught ss A himself, even the practical training.

 But Chehekle just bowed her head despite her confusion.

 "Understood."

 Bahil strode off, and Chehekle came up to the stage.

 "We''ll begin the practical training after a 15-minute break. Assistant teachers, gather in front of me."

 * * *

 * * *

 After training the students and finishing the ss without trouble, Chehekle came to Bahil''sb. She lightly knocked with the back of her hand.

 "Professor, this is Chehekle."

 ""

 There was no response telling her toe in, but Chehekle opened the door and entered theb as if used to it.

 And she was surprised. On therge ckboard that upied the entire back wall of theb, Bahil was frantically moving his chalk as he drew up forms.

 ''He''s finally on it again after so long.''

 Chehekle waited with her hands folded in silence.

 An hour passed like that. Bahil, who had filled every corner of the ckboard with forms, looked back at her, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

 "When did youe in, Chehekle?"

 "About an hour ago."

 "What about the ss?"

 "We ended it well. Beside all that, what''s that form?"

 Bahil grinned and mmed the ckboard.

 "I heard that the Dresden Kingdom has been in trouble as ofte due to attacks by wild harpies. It''s a Motion Sickness curse that applies to flying monsters."

 Her eyes widened.

 "So it''s a ''remade'' Motion Sickness, a new version."

 "Exactly! Flying monsters tend to be unphased by the vibration-style Motion Sickness. That''s because it''s a curse made only to deal with humans without considering a harpy''s sense of bnce. So I created a new curse using intersectional motion sickness!"

 Bahil''s fingers danced across the ckboard as he exined various parts of the equation.

 "Creating discord between visual information and bnce information! Using this form, the harpies will feel as if they''re moving down when they''re flying straight and vice versa! In the end, the more the harpies fly, the more they''ll feel this discrepancy, and they''ll soon fall to the ground out of motion sickness."

 ""

 He was a real geek and pervert, but his ability was real. As a schr of Curses, Chehekle was genuinely impressed.

 "Wait, then thepliment you gave Simon wasn''t just lip service?"

 "Hah! You''ve worked with me for how long, and you still don''t know me, Chehekle?"

 Bahil sat down on the armrest of his sofa and began to stretch his hands after writing for over an hour.

 "Mypliments to him arepletely sincere!"

 ""

 "His way of thinking about forms is different from that of ordinary students! His way of thinking is slightly twisted! Even I get a lot of inspiration from listening to his answers!"

 Bahil gave a lightugh and continued.

 "In Professor Jane''s test on the first day of Beginner Dark Magic, him deriving 1,200,146 without using the Theron Form but through an ancient rune from Mechanics of Jet-ck, the instant skeleton form from Summoning, and the Exhaust form from Curses stirred gossip even in the professors, right? It''s like that!"

 Bahil rhythmically drummed his fingers against the armrest in unbridled joy.

 "His creativity in dealing with forms reminds me of a wound up spring being released. You cannot know where itll go! If his parents didn''t let him study in advance so he would have his originality at the moment genius exploded Ahhh! Their ideas and perseverance would not just be something to admire, but fear!"

 "Alright, alright, I get what you''re saying, Professor."

 It was as if he was about to bow in the direction of Simon''s parents. Readying the clipboard she used for the sswork, she asked,

 "So, what will you name the remade Motion Sickness?"

 "Hm."

 After thinking for a while, Bahil said,

 "SIMOtioN Sickness?"

 "Lame."

 Bahilughed and got up from his seat. Then, he spoke without the hint of a smile.

 "Professor Sge is moving."

 ""

 "I heard that they had tangible results from studying the blood known as SM-1."

 Simon couldn''t have any fun in Hemomancy ss until now.

 Simon''s SM-1 blood was a brand new type. Since it waspletely different to existing Hemomancy types and hadn''t yet been studied, Sge had no way to teach him.

 So Sge moved his disciples all over the continent to proceed with the research, and the results were about to be revealed.

 "I believe it''ll take about 15 days for Sge toplete SM-1''s curriculum for Simon."

 "That''s a crisis."

 Said Chehekle, calm.

 "Yes. Indeed it is a crisis! Adding to that, Professor Hong Feng''s counterattack is also scary!"

 Bahil sped his hands together and spoke heavily.

 "I heard she started teaching Jet-ck Eruption in Combat Dark Magic. Why do you think she progressed her ss so quickly? Sure enough, only Simon Polentia learned Eruption in that ss! She must intend to keep Simon''s Combat Dark Magic growing!"

 Chehekle frowned.

 "I wonder. ording to the rumors I''ve heard, Simon rejected Professor Hong Feng''s offer to be her direct disciple."

 At that, Bahil burst intoughter.

 "Do you really believe such an obvious bluff? Even if the rumors are true, Hong Feng isn''t a woman to give up just like that. Everyone is fooled by her foreign ent and innocent face, but she''s a very tenacious and greedy person."

 "In addition to the existing Summoning, Combat Dark Magic and now Hemomancy"

 Thepetition for this one student was insane. Chehekle sighed and continued,

 "But Professor Bahil, during the Duel Evaluation between Simon and Malcolm, didn''t you say you did not need to be impatient, since he''ll fall into your hands in the end? There must be a reason you talked so big."

 "Of course, Chehekle!"

 Bahil went to the edge of the ckboard and pulled a string. Then, severalyers of paper fell in clumps beneath the ckboard.

 "I''m making a curse only for ''my Simon''."

 "Please, never say that again."

 "The new Simon Polentia Original that I''ll present to him! I n to show him a level far above that trivial Bone Armor!"

 Thinking soberly, Simon was currently doing well with Summoning. Even in the Duel Evaluation, he overwhelmed the Special Admission No.10

 In a way, it was only natural that Simon wouldn''t have much interest in other studies.

 As a student, it was wise to focus on ones specialty instead of training other means of attack.

 "I decided to understand him! Isn''t it true? It''s unnecessary trouble to use a curse to weaken an opponent who will fall to the Overlord without him lifting a finger!"

 So Bahil changed his ways.

 Rather than emphasizing thebat aspect, apletely new curse was needed to catch his attention.

 "When this study isplete, I guarantee Simon will be mine! But I believe time will be an issue."

 Bahil rubbed his chin.

 "Which will be developed first, Sges SM-1''s style, or my Simon-original curse?"

 Chehekle let out augh as if stupified by what was going on.

 "If Simon knew this, he''d be overjoyed. The great Kizen professors are desperately fighting to win his favor. Why is everyone going so far?"

 "Isn''t it obvious?"

 Bahil grinned.

 "The benefits of making him our disciple is worth doing this all a hundred times over!"

 * * *

 Simon''s Group 7 came to the cafeteria together after finishing the Curses ss.

 Today again, the four of them ordered the limited-menu hamburger steak and took their seats.

 Camibarez smiled brightly.

 "Phew~ It was a close call today! The two people behind us were thest ones!"

 "I know, right?"

 Rick rested his chin on his hands and grabbed some of the fries.

 "Everyone''s information is getting faster and faster. It looks like a newmunity has been established that I don''t know about. I guess I''ll have to investigate."

 "Stop fussing so much about something so small."

 Meilyn snorted and cut a slice of the hamburger steak.

 Despite saying that, she was the one who enjoyed the limited menu item the most.

 "By the way,"

 Simon looked around.

 "don''t you think the atmosphere is a bit off?"

 "Y-You''re right."

 The students, as well as the assistant teachers who ate here, were talking quickly with stiffened faces.

 Rick said, "Give me a moment," and went to listen in on the rumors.

 "Did something happen?"

 "Perhaps Efnel did something? Like a preemptive strike or something?"

 "N-No way!"

 Then Rick ran back to his groupmates while sweating profusely.

 "Rick! What''s wrong?"

 "Haaaaaah, that''s definitely big news."

 Said Rick, brushing his hair back with a conflicted expression.

 "Professor Lang of Poisonous Alchemy has passed away."

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