Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 1009


    Shahed Kingdom.


    Mekria Meadow.


    “Kyahaha! “It’s finally today!”


    Byeol-ya, a professor of toxicology, stretched and spoke cheerfully. Hong Peng, a professor of Matu Studies who was walking next to him, was impressed.


    “…Smell of alcohol. “School is just around the corner, but do you want to drink alcohol?”


    “This is the only pleasure I have in life. “What should I do?”


    Hahaha!


    Byulya, who was smiling and shaking her shoulders, turned her gaze to one side. A letter in Hongpeng’s hand.


    It was a letter Simon sent before the summit.


    “If we go now, the joint summit will be over, right? “I hope our cutie is safe.”


    Hongfeng nodded.


    “huh. Simon will be safe. “I contacted Nephthys and received a confirmation.”


    “You couldn’t stand it any longer and contacted that monster? “You’re so obsessed, you’re not normal.”


    Cheoeok.


    chuck.


    As the two approached the teleportation magic circle, the minions politely lowered their posture and bowed. The two professors also greeted them and climbed onto the teleportation magic circle.


    “Now, shall we go?”


    bang!


    Byeolya shed her fists together, revealing her jagged triangr teeth.


    “Simon Battle! To a fierce battlefield!”


    “It’s a school, not a battlefield.”


    * * *


    Jjaek. Tweet. Tweet.


    dark room.


    I could hear birds chirping outside the window.


    Seup. Big.


    A woman who was sleeping on the sofa swallowed the saliva flowing from the corner of her mouth and woke up.


    Chehekl, chief assistant professor of Jeju Studies.


    She was still dazed with half-asleep eyes, and then opened the curtains. Dazzling sunlight poured down.


    “It’s morning before you know it…”


    I stayed up all night until dawn for almost two months. She rubbed her eyes and turned her head.


    “Professor Bahil, are you okay… ah!”


    Sigh. Just-tap. Sigh. Just right.


    Bahil, with bloodshot eyes, was still writing equations on the ckboard that upied one side of the wall. Even saying he had stamina of steel was not enough. His eyes were just a little red, but he didn’t look tired.


    When he snapped his fingers, the magic circle and experimental equipment on the table reacted and unfolded.


    Finally.


    Ssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhh!


    ck smoke was scattered over the final result, the magic circle.


    “It’s finally finished.”


    Bahil let out a long sigh, straightened his back and looked at the ckboard.


    “Theory and design of widespread curses for corpsmanders.”


    Cheheckle held back the urge to call him crazy.


    Basically, the corpsmander is a summoner. There is a special case called the Ghost Princess, but the basics are the same.


    However, Bahil scribbled down a curse in one sitting during his vacation and created apletely new field of study.


    “When are you going to give up?”


    Cheheckle continued speaking, brushing away his messy hair.


    “Student Simon was a corpsmander and had no choice but to major in summoning. Legion Studies will now be taught by Professor Gene Arskalt, and the major will be taught by Professor Aaron. There is no gap for the curse science to squeeze through…”


    “A curse that the corpsmander can use.”


    Percussion.


    Bahil drew a dot on the ckboard with the chalk in his hand.


    “What if it’s a curse that only the corpsmander can use? What if the curse is so powerful that it negates the basic premise of how corpsmanders fought with numbers and troops?”


    Then he stretched his arms and raised the corners of his mouth.


    “He should major in junior science. certainly.”


    That was the scary thing about Bahil. People who do not have the concept of giving up in their minds, think that all failures are just a series of processes, and push forward steadily ording to their thoughts.


    5 years. Even if it took 10 years, he eventually made everything ording to his intention. Chehekl couldn’t help butugh, as it was the first time he had seen such a result.


    “Enough talk, now let’s go to Locke Ind, Professor.”


    She looked at the clock.


    “The new student entrance ceremony should have started by now.”


    “It’s already about that time.”


    Less evil.


    Bahil put on a white jacket and smiled.


    “Senior Aaron must have also received Simon’s letter, and I’m curious about his reaction.”


    “…I think you must have been a little surprised.”


    “It’s unfortunate that I would have been more mentally shaken before the White Gun incident was resolved. Still, probably.”


    He looked at the sky outside the window.


    “You must have a lot to think about.”


    * * *


    ng.


    Tuk.


    The bushy-haired man raised his eyes.


    Old, old room.


    There were wine bottles rolling around everywhere. When the man opened his eyes and stretched out his legs, the bottles were pushed back.


    “Whoa.”


    Aaron Deia.


    Frowning from a hangover, he slowly got up from his seat and roughly sat down on a chair.


    “….”


    In front of him was a letter from Simon.


    ‘I had a guess that it might be the corpsmander.’


    As a professor of Summoning, there was no way he didn’t know.


    Of course, Simon did not use the power of the Legion throughout the Summoning ss. The extraordinary creativity and genius he disyed undoubtedly belonged not to the treacherous legionnaire, but to an individual student named Simon Pollentia.


    But it was visible sometimes.


    The habits, behavioral patterns, and judgment of a corpsmander were evident. In particr, his habits in dealing withrge numbers of undead and controlling undead were undoubtedly those of a corpsmander.


    But Aaron denied it.


    There was a disease in his mind. His mind was filled with thoughts about his first student, Magnus, whom he failed, and he had a habit ofparing everything he saw to Magnus.


    Magnus was the corpsmander.


    Magnus and Simon had some simrities.


    When Aaron felt the corpsmander’s favor with Simon’s actions, he thought it was the beginning again, and tried to ignore it, thinking that he was mentally ill again.


    But Simon was themander of the treacherous army. He revealed the fact himself, exined the reason for keeping it a secret until now, and asked for forgiveness.


    In fact, there is no need to ask for forgiveness. Simon Pollentia was always faithful to his sses as an ordinary student before bing a corpsmander.


    Thinking about it now, Simon worked hard to acquire knowledge and skills that a corpsmander would not need to learn, and made them his own. The attitude was amazing.


    “This is where I end up indulging in idle thoughts of the past.”


    He lightly poured the remaining ss of wine from his early morning drink into his mouth and then got up.


    “I guess I should prepare.”


    He walked through the living room and came out of the house.


    There were countless blueprints and special forms for skeleton bone battleshipsid out.


    * * *


    Flowers were in full bloom on Locke Ind.


    A new spring has arrived. A new semester has begun, and new students have arrived.


    Simon safely guided the new students in the Dresden Kingdom again this year, and the entrance ceremony is currently being prepared in the main auditorium.


    And two dayster, the 329th students, who are now in the highest grade at Kizen, also begin a new school life. The first ss I took after revealing my identity as a corpsmander, I felt like my heart was going to explode at what I would talk about when I met my friends.


    ‘It’s not something that can be solved by worrying about it now, Utcha.’


    Simon, who was quite exhausted from preparing for the entrance ceremony, sat down on a rock and watched the new students.


    After everyone changed into their Kizen school uniforms, they excitedly ran out of the main auditorium and started talking. I am in love with my new school uniform. This is when those school uniforms look amazing.


    The new first graders couldn’t sit still even for a moment. We chatted constantly and talked about our new school life. The flower petals in full bloom on the ind were fluttering and mixed with the first graders running around, creating a picturesque scene.


    Simon watched quietly and listened to the stories of his juniors.


    “Which department are you applying for? “In the fight between the seven blood vessels and the four blood vessels.”


    “I’m considering between Dark Mechanics and Summoning.”


    “Isn’t summoning a bit like that?”


    “no. They say summoning is on the rise again these days. “I heard that the student council president is also a member of the Summoning Department, andst year’s special student also applied to the Department of Summoning.”


    The atmosphere had changed since Simon entered school.


    Now, the Department of Summoning is no longer a department to be avoided.


    There is also arge influx of talented people into the Summoning Department during the Golden Generation, and the fact that the current student council president is a member of the Summoning Department.


    And because it was not an era of peace but an era of chaos caused by associations, the Department of Summoning was in the spotlight.


    “there!”


    Then I heard a familiar voice.


    When Simon turned his head, he saw Camivarez.


    “Students shouldn’t smoke something like that! “Go back to the main auditorium!”


    She spoke menacingly, raising her bat wings on her back and raising her tiptoes. Therge first-year student responded as if he was annoyed, with a cigar in his finger.


    “Oh, let’s just smoke what we used to smoke.”


    Then, a red luster shed in Camivarez’s eyes.


    “go back. “That’s confiscation.”


    Startle.


    The delinquent first graders shook their shoulders and then walked away grumbling. Camivarez confiscated the defective goods without incident.


    Simon, who was secretly watching, cheered inwardly.


    ‘You’ve grown, Kami!’


    At first, she couldn’t even make eye contact with strangers, but now she was able to properly criticize others. Simon is watching from behind with pride.


    “Ah, that’s when Ipletely ruined my life!”


    There was also one person who did not grow at all.


    In the distance, Dick was sitting on a chair and telling stories of his adventures. Four first-year female students were gathered around, listening to the story with sparkling eyes.


    “I can even stand up to the Holy Virgin of Purification! uh? He fights against Hyeolcheongyo and evenmits suicide at the end of his second year! Because I defeated Bk, who was revealed to be a fatal assassin in the end, the vicious savior Kylovanian is so scared that he runs away! “When he saw that, my best friend and soulmate, Simon Pollentia, the student council president, came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder and said this.”


    Dick rubbed his chin and spoke in a gruff voice.


    “After all, you’re the only one who can have my back, Dick.”


    Aaaaaaaaaaaah!


    The first grade girls loved it, jumping in ce and pping their hands.


    Simon touched his forehead with a red face.


    ‘Why is the shame my responsibility?’


    As soon as Dick’s heroic story ended, a barrage of questions poured in.


    “Senior, senior! You said your name was ‘Dick Hayward’, right? “Do you know of any of our ssmates named Bill and Al Hayward?”


    “uh? what? Oh, I’m not sure. “When I was in my second year, I memorized all the profile information of my juniors, but these days I’m not even sure who joined.”


    “It’s so annoying because they’re so out there! “To a lowlymoner!”


    “Uh-huh! Pyeong-eongmin? You only have to run for half a semester on Keygen. “You will realize how dark that statement is.”


    “Seniors! Seniors! “How can I meet student council president Simon Pollentia?”


    “Uh huh, Simon doesn’t meet anyone. Since you’re my best friend, I’ll do it if you ask me…”


    “What are you guys doing?”


    Suddenly a cold voice rang out.


    Their heads turned to the side. Dick’s face turned blue and the faces of the first graders became even more tense.


    Three female students were walking.


    Even though they wore the same school uniform, thefortable gait and leisurely movements on Locke Ind made me feel like there was a huge barrier.


    The girl with the dumpling hair who spoke first giggled and put her hand into the hoodie she wore over her uniform.


    “Our freshmen, have you been crazy since day one?”


    It was Cindy Vivace, a member of ss A and amand major.


    Behind him was Jamie Victoria, who is still called ‘ss president’, and next to him was udia, who is famous for the ‘star-night boycott incident’.


    The faces of the first graders were terrified at the appearance of three third grade girls. I looked back at Dick, a third-year student, as if asking for help, but before I knew it, he had disappeared like the wind.


    Soon Cindy screamed.


    “Get out of here! “Why don’t you go back to the main auditorium quickly?”


    “Sin, sin, sin, sorry!”


    The first graders started running in a hurry, their uniforms pping. Cindy ran forward and screamed as if she was chasing him.


    “What? walk? Are you walking? You guys are really behind! “If you get caught, your head will be ripped off!”


    Aaaaaaaaaaaah!


    The first-year girls cried and increased their speed. One of them fell down on the grass and said, ‘Let’s go together!’ And they seemed to be catching up.


    Cindy burst outughing, and udia red at her with a disapproving expression.


    “…It’s bad, really. “How long has it been since you were in the highest grade?”


    “It’s a joke, a joke. If they don’t go quickly, the student council will be criticized. And if you insist, you can enroll quickly.”


    Cindy put her arm behind her and supported the back of her head.


    “And now that I think about it, there’s no one above us, right? Freedom, freedom! We are in the third year of Kizen! “No one can stop us!”


    “Nice to meet you all.”


    At that time, Simon was walking towards his ssmates waving his hand with a smiling face.


    The three people’s eyes widened.


    “Simon!”


    “Wow, I heard the news! “You seeded!”


    Cindy opened her eyes and smiled.


    “Commander of the Army of Betrayal?”


    “…ha ha ha.”


    “It must have been a difficult decision.”


    ss president Jamie came forward and said.


    “great job. “You always worked hard behind the scenes for us, both in the saintess incident and in the Hyeolcheongyo incident.”


    Simon waved his hand.


    “No, no. I just did the obvious thing. ss monitor.”


    “Be careful, Simon.”


    udia also took a step closer.


    “We, the people from ss A, will be by your side until the end, but there are people at school who view you unfavorably.”


    “I can’t help it. “I will work harder.”


    “That’s a Simon-like answer.”


    Suddenly, Simon looked at udia’s face and said.


    “Your face is a little burnt. “What did you do during vacation?”


    udia huffed, cleared her throat, and said.


    “…Participation in the solidarity of victims of death, participation in the Association for the Prevention of Interethnic Discrimination, participation in the Sea Turtle Protection Solidarity, etc.”


    I thought it was something like udia. I’m not sure where the Sea Turtle Protection Association is.


    “really.”


    Simon looked at his three ssmates in turn and spoke quietly.


    “There is something I really want to discuss with you.”


    Cindy tilted her head.


    “What advice does the student council president give to ordinary students like us?”


    “It’s…about Meyrin.”


    The moment I heard those words.


    The three girls covered their mouths at the same time and suppressedughter.