Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 220
From the first Summoning class the impact was great.
Everyone talked about Simon and the quadrupedal skeleton.
“…Hey Hector.”
On the other hand Hector’s mood was the worst. The faction students had to notice Hector who was low pressure from the first day.
“Nothing to worry about. Summoning is the only thing I’m good at.”
“Then then let’s go get something to eat.”
Hector rose slowly.
“Okay. Don’t say anything.”
“huh!”
Normally he’s kind of gentle doesn’t hold back and takes good care of his people but if Simon is involved he’ll get into trouble.
The factions took Hector and left.
“Simon!”
Simon is now getting up to eat but several schoolgirls who had been watching Hector rushed in as if they had been waiting.
“How did you do it?”
“I want to be good at Skeleton Dash too!”
“Would you like to practice on the weekend?”
The female students gathered and poured out questions without hesitation but Simon answered them one by one without showing any displeasure.
“Oh really? Too bad…”
Took!
At that time someone came in pushing the shoulders of the two female students who were pouring out questions. They opened their eyes and looked around.
“What madness…!”
And the moment they met the expressionless face of the girl with waving sky-blue hair their complexions turned pale.
When the two panicked parents were parenting Meirin who was expressionless smiled and apologized first.
“I’m sorry~ I just came home and my legs got tangled up and I fell. I’m really sorry.”
When Meilin apologized the two girls were rather embarrassed and broke into cold sweats.
“No no! We’re more sorry!”
“I didn’t know it was you…! It’s real!”
Meirin smiled and approached Simon. As she got closer the other girls flinched.
“hey.”
Maylin opened her mouth.
“Aren’t you going to eat? Kami and the commoners are waiting in the back.”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
The two quickly got out of the crowd like that. Meirin who was walking along with Simon looked back at him.
“You know that doesn’t look so bad right?”
“what?”
At Simon’s question she sighed deeply.
“It’s so damn good to be surrounded by girls~ Why do you have to use your own time to watch them practice and serve?
Simon’s eyes blinked at Meirin’s sudden cold-tongued words.
“I’m still on my way to rejecting it.”
“Yes?”
“I have a prior appointment on the weekend. And he said it would be better to visit teaching assistants who are much more capable and teach better than me rather than learning from the same students.”
“…That’s right.”
For some reason Meirin who was embarrassed turned her head back to the front with her face blushing.
‘Ah I’m just in a hurry for no reason!’
Simon was infinitely kind and caring giving the impression that he would live with a lot of loss to his sukmaek.
But the truth was a little different. There was a clear distinction between public and private life.
And I’ve seen a lot of Simon move according to his own interests but I’ve rarely seen him step out of an area that doesn’t benefit him like Hogu.
In that sense is this guy really interested in dating or dating? It was a style that seemed like he would simply reject it saying he was busy with his work.
‘…But why am I thinking like that?’
Meilin was sighing deeply inwardly when she saw Dick and Kamibarez waving at each other as they chatted in front of the restaurant.
“Today was great! Simon!”
“Keueueu! Every time I get stuck with Hector a big incident comes out!”
An excited Dick came over and raised his fist and laughed.
“Did you intentionally recreate the first class of Summoning Science in the first semester in order to break Hector’s mentality?”
Simon clenched his fists and laughed bitterly.
“I never meant to do that and it happened like this because I used dragons to win. I hope Hector doesn’t care.”
The four of them chatted and entered the restaurant. It was a late lunch because I took two classes at a time.
Dick sitting in an empty seat looked at the menu and said.
“I’m a chicken cutlet.”
“me too.”
The men quickly decided on the menu.
Worried that the sauce might get on her school uniform Mei Lin who elegantly even wore an apron looked incomprehensible.
“I know it’s not something I’d like to interfere with. Try something new. How can it be that your taste buds haven’t changed at all since the first semester?”
“Whoops safety bread is the best! Hasty spirit of challenge ruins the day!”
Having said that Dick smirked.
“Let’s see what you pick out with such admonitions.”
“joy.”
Meirin looked at the menu board with a very serious expression.
“Then I served with bean curd…”
“Oooh!”
Suddenly a vomit was heard.
Mei Lin glared at Dick but Dick waved his hand saying it wasn’t me. She looked at her menu board again.
“Kongjaban…”
“Gueeaek!”
“Cool! Woo-wook! Oooh!”
“Oh really! What kind of bastards!”
Meilin stood up from her seat with her face flushed red.
Students who were eating were suddenly on the floor vomiting. All of them had painful expressions. Several other students nearby were also running to the bathroom covering their mouths.
“Why are you like that?”
“I think they’re from Class D.”
Simon and the other students as well as the other students were rolling their eyes in bewilderment.
Kamibarez who was quietly reading the menu carefully covered the menu and set it down on the table. Then with an embarrassing smile he suggested.
“Ooh shall we go to another restaurant?”
The other three quietly agreed and covered the menu.
* * *
However other restaurants were in the same condition. Quite a few students complained of vomiting and ran to the bathroom or spread pancakes on the floor.
Meirin grumbled that her appetite was gone. In the end the four of them went to the canteen ate a quick meal with sandwiches and went to the next class.
The last class of the day was Professor Byeol-ya’s blind reading class.
A lecture hall in the Maengdok Academy building. Students took their seats in the space where each magic pot was placed.
‘I can’t imagine that the Byeol-night professor is giving a class. I wonder what lessons he’ll give you.’
While Simon was waiting with half nervousness and half concern Byeol-ya and his teaching assistants entered the classroom. All the students put on a frightened expression.
‘…Like big.’
‘I have nowhere to look.’
Byeol-ya entered the classroom in his wild rag-like outfit not the suit he wore during the school opening ceremony.
When she strode up to the podium sat down on a chair and wiggled her fingers the teaching assistants panicked and started to call attendance.
‘Oh those people…’
Simon’s assistants’ faces were familiar. Dick said something as if he had noticed.
“Professor Lange’s assistants are the same.”
In fact the Kizen Headquarters and the elders were not very pleased with them. While Lang was assassinated and her saintess clung to Francesca the assistants who lived closest to her did not notice any change.
Of course this was a situation in which the whole of Kizen was deceived and they could not be blamed for everything. And apart from this problem all of Lang’s faculty were destined to become unemployed due to this professor’s replacement.
While the teaching assistants were packing their bags preparing to leave from Roch Island with a gloomy heart they heard surprising news.
– You say I need to form an assistant teacher? ah! bothered! Just do what you do!
A strange thing happened.
A monster called Byeolya came over to Kizen as a self-taught professor with only one body. She decided to keep Lang’s teaching staff intact.
The teaching assistants were almost kicked out with only the stigma of being kicked out without being able to protect the professor they served but as the new professor accepted them they had a chance to regain their honor.
Of course the teaching assistants were so loyal that they would even offer their gallbladder for a night out.
The female assistant who called for attendance walked over to Byeol-ya and said in a low attitude.
“Professor. All of Class A are present.”
“Ugh.”
Byeol-ya yawned once and got up from the chair. Then he strode forward and stood in front of the church.
The students in the front row slightly avoided staring at Byeol-ya. The rather high exposure of the ragged outfit was also very embarrassing for 17-year-old students.
“hmm.”
She opened the textbook.
There are still some textbooks left for the first semester. Kizen’s guideline was to write a new textbook for the second semester after completing all of this progress. All the students were waiting with their textbooks open until they learned what they had learned.
arm and arm.
“Why are you teaching me something like this? No matter how much I think about it I really don’t know.”
After flipping through a few pages she covered the textbook. Then she turned to her students and she laughed as she bared her teeth her shark her triangular shape.
“The first class should be started by throwing a hwadu huh? Okay. What is poison?”
She strode to the blackboard grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote a big letter.
Of course no one noticed what that handwriting was. It was not the common language of the continent but the hieroglyphs used by the Marlat people of the steppe.
“The history of mankind is-“
She put down the chalk and banged the blackboard with her fist! hit
“It’s also the history of poison.”
The chalkboard cracked and shreds fell on my patter but I didn’t care about the night.
“If you look at all human deaths in fact it’s not long before humans fight each other. Poisons are diseases and diseases are contagious. There is no need to explain cases like the blood plague that killed 1/3 of the continent’s population in the past right? The bottom line is that there are more people who die of illness than people who spend their entire lifespan and live their lives.”
The students looked blank and she grinned.
“Ah~ Look at the expression on the faces of you bastards. Did I say too broad a range? Then let’s talk about your favorite war stories. In war it’s actually insignificant soldiers who are stabbed to death with weapons. There are very few cases in which they are really cut to the blade. It is possible for a captain to die from a knife only when the power gap is extremely lopsided.”
Next to the one she wrote on the board she wrote another letter.
“That’s why war is so fucking inefficient. How many idiots do you have to go out of your way to kill one or two people in power who are stumbling blocks? Historically poison and disease have eliminated the ‘real’ things that move the world. Poison is so damn easy and convenient. Just eating smelling and breathing can make you addicted. Anyone who doesn’t use this is an asshole isn’t it?”
She spread out her palms.
“There’s no way necromancers called pragmatists wouldn’t study such a good method? Powerful and complicated poisons can’t be removed even by priests’ purification. Or while cleansing the organs are already muddy. We’re aiming for that level. should be done.”
She threw the chalk and came forward again.
“Oh hey! The introduction was long you bastards! Your vice-president told me to do this. Now let’s go straight into this body’s deadly self-study practice!”
Watching the assistants move around busily Simon swallowed a gulp.
What class would you like to take?
