Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 1070


    From the undead parade to the hunting time, all schedules have beenpleted and the Pentamonium Festival held once every four years hase to an end.


    And the very next morning.


    A spectacr award ceremony followed in front of arge audience.


    Hector, who received the 3rd ce award and was unable to control his facial expressions, and Pentamonium’s Shoiken, the pride of necromancer schrs and recognized for his high achievements in the functional aspect, achieved 2nd ce.


    And the long-awaited first ce.


    “Finally, the grand prize!”


    A percussion sound rang out, heightening the tension. Eshu and Toto, who were sitting in the audience, could be heard muttering ‘please’ and ‘please’, and Lorraine was sitting neatly, but looked a little nervous.


    Until now, only the interim tally of hunting times was released, and the final results were not disclosed, but in fact, everyone knew who was in first ce.


    And the final result is abination of hunting time scores, parade tickets, and judges’ scores.


    “The winner is the leader of the 7th Corps and the student council president of Kizen! “This is Legion Commander Simon Pollentia!”


    Apanied by explosive apuse and cheers, Simon walked forward with the intangible cape draped over his shoulders fluttering. For the image of the 7th Legion shown, I first wore Peer’s Bone Armor.


    On the screen disyed by the memorial crystal ball in the back, a scene was repeatedly disyed where Simon’s Behemoth battleship sent a raiding party and urately killed only the high-ranking undead among the numerous undead.


    Simon received the top award and a bouquet of flowers from Pentamonium officials, and the two took amemorative photo together with a magic shooting device.


    After several stories were exchanged, the host came forward and handed a loudspeaker crystal ball to Simon.


    “It was surprising that the leader of the 7th Corps, a hot topic fighting to the death on the front line, participated, but he confidently beat out professionals and schrs and even won the top award! It’s truly amazing! Congrattions again and please share your thoughts!”


    Simon slightly pushed up Peer’s helmet to expose only his mouth, then spoke while holding the loudspeaker crystal ball.


    “This achievement is not just mine. I would like to thank Professor Aaron of the Summoning Department, who showed me the way and served as an advisor, and CEO Benya Vani, who was in charge of overall production.”


    Sir!


    I must havee to watch the award ceremony, but I heard Benya’s loud shout. Simon looked at him and smiled lightly, then raised themunication crystal ball again.


    “There is one person in particr I would like to take this time to thank.”


    “oh! “Who are you?”


    “This is Professor Preston Patton of the Keygen Department of Hematology.”


    Simon turned his back slightly and looked at the mana screen behind him. The assault party was shooting from the undead battleship, drawing an emerald tail.


    “Without this person, my Behemoth battleship would have been nothing more than arge target that could easily be attacked. “You found the key to the ‘assault squadron’unched from a battleship and established the rted theory.”


    Pot!


    Parbat!


    The sound of the reporters’ magic shooting devices working rang out like crazy.


    “Recently, I heard that you have been researching serum and light. I hope you have good results.”


    “yes! “You heard me well!”


    Once again, the audience apuded. Simonughed softly to himself.


    ‘I kept my promise, Professor Preston.’


    In exchange for Preston’s help, Simon decided to do him a favor. The request is that if Simon wins first ce in the Pentamonium Undead Parade, Preston’s name and the research currently in progress will be mentioned in front of the public.


    It was a way to kill two birds with one stone: not only fame, but also money for Preston’s research. Maybe an hourter, the hematologyb’smunication crystal ball will be on fire.


    When Simon first received this request, he looked puzzled and asked,


    -But what if I don’t take first ce in the parade?


    -I would have to mention my name at a simrly prestigious event or in front of many people. Aren’t you a corpsmander?


    I thought it was a good thing I stopped here. It must have been tiring in many ways to constantly be bothered by the picky Preston with transaction issues.


    “yes! Corpsmander! You gave the honor of winning the award to others! “It was nice to be able to see a different side of myself than the image I see in the public eye!”


    Simone saw the female host’s eyes sparkling as she looked at him.


    The opponent is a professional, and he doesn’t seem to have any intention of letting go easily.


    “This Pentamonium was arge event attended by numerous tourists and schrs! Nevertheless, the reason why the group did not appear was because themander of the 7th Corps, who is notorious as a group killer, came here?”


    Then I have to adjust it.


    Simon said, pressing Peer’s helmet to cover his mouth.


    [Sounds obvious.]


    Yessssssss!


    Whi profit!


    The audience’s explosive cheers and whistles were heard as if they had been waiting.


    The response is that this is exactly what they wanted.


    [Did you think I wouldn’t know? I had a little fun watching you retreat like crazy this time, but don’t forget that.]


    Peer’s unique, terrifying voice rang out.


    [The Legion is always watching you.]


    * * *


    “The Legion is always watching you.”


    Dick muttered that while covering his face with a textbook, then put the textbook away and grinned.


    “Is this what it feels like?”


    “…stop.”


    After the undead parade, Simon returned to school.


    This is the Jet ck Mechanics Center, and I was talking with Dick, who had just returned from a mission.


    “Today’s newspapers are all covered with your articles! “Look at this!”


    Dick said, opening the newspaper.


    [I won the parade while trying to stop the assassination! The confidence of the 7th Corps Commander.]


    [The Corps is always watching you. Warning from the betrayalmander.]


    “S-stop…”


    Simon sat down and buried his face with his sped hands. My face felt hot.


    Dickughed out loud and patted Simon on the shoulder.


    “No, you said it yourself. Why are you embarrassing yourself?”


    “…It’s embarrassing to see it from a step away.”


    It was something I said without thinking at the time.


    Since Nephthys consistently emphasized the power of public opinion, Simon also tried it, but it didn’t suit his constitution either.


    Dick grinned and rubbed his chin.


    “Simon doesn’t hesitate to say that he is watching you, and Simon is embarrassed when hees to school the next day! “Which one is the real Simon?”


    “…both sides are me.”


    “Hmm, you know. “Sometimes I look like a different person.”


    Dick said and looked out the window.


    “So youpletely believed that he was a different person, right?”


    “huh? what?”


    “It is nothing!”


    Dick answered and looked back. A group of students were ring at Dick with murderous eyes. There was an unspoken pressure to get out of there quickly. One female student even pretended to lightly slit her throat with her fingertips.


    Dick shrugged his shoulders and then spoke to Simon.


    “I feel like if I drag it out any longer, I’ll get killed, so I’ll stop.”


    “Dick?”


    As soon as Dick waved his hand and left, a group of students rushed towards Simon.


    “Chairman! I read the newspaper! amazing!”


    “How did you make that Behemoth battleship?”


    Dick chuckled, supporting the back of his head with his arm as he watched Simon surrounded by a barrage of questions and cheers.


    * * *


    Kizen’s second graders were enjoying a peaceful time.


    Although the ss load was a bit heavy, I felt at easepared to the harsh first year when I had to pack my bags and leave.


    Whenever they had time, they talked about the new first-year juniors. The pleasure of life for the second graders was to giggle about how they would be dying by now after the student protection period was over and that 200 people would fail the ind survival evaluation.


    however.


    -Please gather all Kizen 2nd year department representatives as a student council.


    A storm was approaching.


    As soon as the broadcast sound rang out, a loud noise rang out throughout the dormitory, and soon students wearing department armbands ran with their heads flying and gathered in front of the student council room.


    Everyone was panting or leaning on their knees to take a long breath.


    “Hey, did I tie my tie properly?”


    “It’s a little crooked. No, not to the right, but to the left.”


    “…What really happened this time? “We’re gathering again in a week.”


    At that time, Princess Molly Dresden, the representative of the second-yearmand department and currently the only royal family in the school, came forward, pping her hands.


    “Everyone, please pay attention. “Are you all gathered to fight against the evil blood?”


    Molly’s uniform was disheveled, her stockings were mismatched, and her hair was in her mouth. I was the princess who could make birds fall, but here in Kizen, I was just one of the second-year students who ran away at themands of the third-year students.


    The department representative students looked around and said.


    “There is no summoning department.”


    “That’s the guy over there. Sasha Andrasil in chief.”


    “I heard you came back from the Pentamonium.”


    Grumble!


    At that time, a window on the upper floor of the building opened.


    “I’m sorry I’mte!”


    Grumble!


    A male student appeared with both feet firing jet-ck mes like boosters, failing to slow down, rolling down the hallway and crashing into the wall.


    Uddangtangtang!


    The students who were watching covered their mouths or closed their eyes. A male student with arge lump on his head suddenly stood up.


    “Huh! Sasha is taking supplementary sses… Huh! Instead of me, Burna Felton…! “Huh!”


    “Breathe, breathe.”


    A male student who introduced himself as Verna Felton gasped. Princess Molly, who was leading them, patted her head, signaling them to tidy up their tangled hair, and then looked at her watch.


    chuck! chuck!


    The clock hands slowly moved.


    Cheok!


    The tip of the needle pointed exactly on time. Molly, with a nervous face, took a deep breath and knocked on the student council room door.


    Knock knock.


    “This is Molly Dresden, a sophomore. “I’m going in.”


    She opened the door to the student council room and went inside. The remaining department representatives were all waiting in a stiff, immobile posture. It was blocked by the door, so I couldn’t see what was going on inside. ‘yes yes.’ Molly’s voice could only be heard intermittently.


    Soon she came out again and closed the door.


    “What’s wrong, Molly?”


    “There were kids who came first.”


    Molly said with a relieved look on her face.


    “I guess they are club managers. “The meeting iste, so please wait a moment.”


    “thank god.”


    Only then did everyone heave a sigh of relief and sit down. There were also students who went to the bathroom or went to drink water.


    Burna Felton is also sitting down and taking a breather.


    “Yoop.”


    A narrow-eyed male student with his hair tied back waved his hand.


    “Nice to meet you, Burna. It’s called Luersman. “We’re spherical, right?”


    “Is that so?”


    “I passed the final exam at the beginning of the first semester of my freshman year. I do not remember?”


    “Oh, right. “Now I understand!”


    Burna stood up and shook hands with the narrow-eyed male student and said.


    “that’s interesting. “You were a mid-level squad back then, so how did you end up in the top 10?”


    “It opened my eyes to my hidden talent.”


    The two boys giggled andughed mischievously.


    Verna Felton, who had some free time, straightened his back and looked around.


    “You know, this is my first time attending a student council meeting. But it’s strange to see the department heads in their departments who are supposed to rx their shoulders and show their military spirit. “Are you that scared of student council president Simon?”


    “Noop.”


    The narrow-eyed male student waved his index finger left and right.


    “If you meet the student council president, Simon, you will know that he is a really nice person. It’s peaceful and the meeting atmosphere is enjoyable. “To begin with, he’s so busy with external duties that he doesn’t even attend second-year gatherings.”


    “Then who called us now?”


    The narrow-eyed male student opened his eyes and said with an eerie smile.


    “Ice Queen.”


    At that one word, the department representatives around me grabbed my shoulders and trembled.


    Burna Feltonughed.


    “We are not children. “Even if you give me a nickname, it’s childish.”


    “Are you smiling yet?”


    The narrow-eyed student continued speaking while looking at the distant mountains outside the window.


    “It’s because I haven’t experienced it.”


    “…?”


    Shake!


    As soon as those words were finished, the doors to the student council room opened wide to the left and right. A cold chill rushed into the room.


    As the temperature around him plummeted, Burna Felton felt his hair stand on end.


    plod trudge.


    The club leaders who had been meeting earlier were walking out like zombies with their heads down and their arms hanging limply. When I looked at his face, he looked like he had aged by almost 10 years.


    ‘What happened?’


    At that time, Verna was rolling her eyes in embarrassment.


    “Everyone came, right?”


    Molly Dresden, who had already fixed her makeup and returned to the door, spoke with determined eyes.


    “It’s our turn. Let’s go in. “It’s your first time with Burna, so don’t make a mistake.”


    “uh? “Uh-huh.”


    The second-year department representatives walked in stride, with Molly leading the way. Burna followed behind. As the ss members mumbled ‘excuse me’ as they went inside, Berna followed suit and came inside.


    He slowly rolled his eyes and looked at the view of the student council room he was visiting for the first time.


    You can see a sofa and arge conference table ced right in front of you. On the right, a first-year girl wearing a student council armband was bowing her head, and on the left, Arthur Bleman, a mercenary king and member of the student council, was smiling and waving.


    And the center.


    Leading them was a third-year student with light blue hair who was sitting in his seat like the final boss of the y. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands sped, smiling brightly.


    I feel such charisma that it is hard to believe that they are the same student.


    Actually, isn’t that woman the student council president? I was so overwhelmed that I even thought about it. My shoulders naturally rxed and my head lowered. Soon, the smiling third-year student slowly revealed hiske-like blue eyes and finally spoke his first words.


    “sit down.”


    It seemed like today we would find out the truth of the rumor.