Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 487
It was a fierce battle.
The student council members led by Simon finally succeeded in breaking through the monsters and reaching the pavilion where the waterfall flows.
ha! ha!
Everyone collapsed on their seats gasping for breath. For some reason the monsters that had been relentlessly chasing after could not come any closer and withdrew.
“There was a lot of giving. Our academics!”
Hong Feng smiled and got up from his seat.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
The four of them looked into each other’s eyes and smiled even while gasping for breath that rose to the tip of their chins because it was so difficult.
The general subject timetable that many sophomores were aiming for. ‘Jane’s Black Mechanics – Bahil’s Curse Studies – Hong Feng’s Matusology’ was a success.
“Professor Heo Eok! Whoo! But this exam was Whoouk! Hook! It was too much!”
Dick said that and stretched out as if completely spreading out. Mei Lin scolded her for not being rude in front of her professor but the corners of her mouth raised as if she agreed.
“Okay then.”
Holding the course registration form from the four of them she grabbed a quill.
“First of all Dick Hayward? The fighting was mediocre but I liked the fight scene using various weapons in the wrong team.”
Dick’s eyes widened and he jumped up.
“Bo did you see it? As an observer?”
Hongfeng smiled and nodded.
“In the 2nd year Intermediate Matushak you will also learn how to handle weapons. During the battle you will break several spears and if you learn it properly you will be able to use enchantments which are the specialties of the school and have good efficiency.”
“Wow thank you!”
Hongfeng also evaluated Kamibarez and Meirin.
Kamibarez said that for Matou his small size was not a risk at all and he was impressed by the way he cleverly used his small size and fought while deflecting monsters with his original Matou.
Mei-Lin told me that her overall body is sluggish and her reaction speed is slow but she is talented at kicking.
“The hand technique was not good enough. Oh but I liked the penetrating cheonchik. I think I learned the cheonchik well.”
“!”
Mei Lin’s face turned red again at those words. She glared at him as her dick giggled beside her.
“Finally the Jimon Gakuen.”
Hongfeng looked at Simon. Simon nodded his head feeling the tension rising for some reason.
“Even if I tried to find a weak spot as a leader I couldn’t find one. Overall a very high level of combat. Not to mention that the basics are solid and the combat that utilizes the terrain was good.”
She smiled.
“Even if all the major battles are included Jimon is the best in class A.”
Dick Mailyn and Kamibarez’s envious exclamations flowed from behind. Simon replied politely ‘Thank you.’
“Is there a particular martial art you want to learn in your second year?”
Hongfeng asked. Simon looked at his palm and clenched his fist.
“Did you say you can learn weapons in 2nd year Matou?”
“yes.”
Simon grinned.
“I want to properly learn the great swordsmanship that the professor uses.”
She smiled and tilted her head slightly.
“great.”
* * *
With this the application for admission is complete.
Since the subject once applied cannot be changed the students expressed regret on the way back to the dormitory.
Listening to Dick’s story it seems that a major accident occurred during Jane’s course registration for Jet Black Mechanics.
More than 200 people gathered and the maximum capacity for this class was 60. 140 students went in vain and naturally the timetable was greatly distorted.
As a result the protagonists of last year’s Class A occupied the majority of this class.
Student Council members Jamie Cindy and Claudia. Hector and his factions and so on. In fact it became like class A so students from other classes were dissatisfied and booed.
– Do you take a keygen test or two? If you twist it it’s equivalent to winning.
-Dogs that lose in competition talk a lot.
However no one was able to refute Meirin and Hector’s blow and was easily suppressed. In Kizen such dissatisfaction was nothing more than the laments of a loser.
To commemorate the best timetable combination Simon and the student council members washed up in their respective dormitories gathered in the student council room and held a small self-congratulatory party.
Classes were skipped this afternoon as the students spread out. It took time to get rid of the remaining monsters and Endolas’ cards on campus.
And during this time of cleaning up students were able to register for classes only when the quota was empty. At this time the ‘liberal subjects’ that were neglected by students were quickly filled.
Meirin took a liberal arts subject called “Understanding Mana”.
Dick’s “Economics”.
Kamibarez each applied for a liberal arts course called “History of Tribes.”
Simon had the job of student council president and was satisfied with the 7 subjects he had to take now so he had no intention of applying for more but after Jane visited the student council president’s office the story changed.
-Student President who should set an example for everyone takes 7 subjects which is unacceptable.
I was scolded by Jane.
And as I now know there was one liberal arts course that I had to take as the student council president.
* * *
the next morning.
“….”
Simon was looking around with a blank expression.
Small classes with a capacity of 20 students.
There was not a single close friend.
‘ruined.’
When I observed it lightly the students in this class were all grumpy.
The male students wore oily back hair or parted hair put on make-up and wore expensive watches and the female students wore expensive accessories and wore a wifey atmosphere covering their mouths with fans and laughing.
‘What is the atmosphere of this social church?’
Simon sat on a remote island feeling all alone.
It was a common subject for the semester and there were even 3rd graders. No the majority were third graders.
“Hey~”
‘?’
I turned my head at the soft voice. A burdensome-looking male student with blond hair parted 8:2 approached with a wink in his eyes.
Judging by the color of the badge it is a third grader. Simon immediately cleared his expression and spoke politely.
“Yes senior.”
“Um~ Um~ You say you’re the student council president?
Dark double eyelids a tall nose and chicken-like gestures attached to the body.
I felt it.
The sandwich I ate in the morning seemed to come up a little.
“Simon Pollentia. Pollentia? I’m sorry but which kingdom’s territory are you managing?”
“This is the Leshill estate of the Baldwin Kingdom.”
“Uh-uh-uh. I don’t know. If you tell me the neighboring territory maybe I can find out?”
I don’t know so go away.
Suppressing his inner feelings Simon said kindly.
“Ah yes! There is a fairly large estate called ‘Hove’ next to Leshill-“
“Hob! Baldwin’s hob! You know! Hob really likes coffee kid! It’s also very famous in the Kalos kingdom~ Coffee produced in high mountains with high temperatures is characterized by strong aroma and sour taste! It’s such a coffee’s origin my father said. Poetry!”
Hob is not our territory it is a neighboring one.
Simon’s face was smiling but his head was pounding.
At that time a savior-like third grader passing by called him.
“Sharie! What are you doing? I asked you to borrow some ink.”
“Oh oh I’m sorry!”
The 3rd grader called Charrier winked.
“Let’s talk more later?”
I wanted to decline but I couldn’t do that in front of my 3rd year senior and I just laughed awkwardly.
Simon who was staring blankly at Sharie’s back as she walked away touched her chin.
‘Sharie Sharie. I’ve heard it a lot… Ah!’
Simon took out the Student Council President’s notebook and unfolded it until he found one.
‘What was that person 8th overall?’
The representative of the necromancer department and the 8th overall.
Sharie Tenier.
Contrary to his appearance he was a very talented man.
‘I’ll have to be careful.’
Simon too had lived in a kijen that puts merit first so it was inevitable that people looked different the moment they heard the rankings.
‘It’s the strongest 3rd year of command department. What kind of black magic will he use?’
Come to think of it all the 3rd graders here are only people with great financial ability or skills.
At the same time he didn’t seem to have any hostility or jealousy towards Simon who became the student council president in his second year.
Is it because they have strong self-esteem or because they don’t have to worry about that? It’s like people living in another world in this keygen where competitive spirit is a virtue.
“…Ah ah hello! Chairman!”
Simon turned his head.
This time a female student with her hair in two braids and a white uniform over her shoulders approached.
‘This guy is also taking this class. It deserves it.’
7th overall Elisa Celine from Ghost Ship.
Like Simon he was a second-year student who was one of the few in this class.
“what’s the matter?”
She stood there sweating profusely her face red. In fact he had been waiting for Simon to be alone before coming.
she hmm! She did and she coughed hard once and she put something down on Simon’s table.
“Aren’t you hungry…?”
The paper bag contained baguette bread.
When Simone was dazed wondering what this was she quickly went on to explain at breakneck speed.
“You know this brand of bread? Moist on the inside. Crispy on the outside! I baked it with butter and parsley in the golden ratio of flour salt water and yeast and whipped cream inside…!”
Simon blinked and looked at her.
“But why are you giving this to me?”
Her face grew even redder. She did something she wasn’t supposed to do so her breath flowed out of her mouth and her eyes were spinning around.
“Ah since it’s morning I thought you’d be hungry!”
“I’m here for breakfast.”
She closed her eyes tightly.
‘hey! I’m Elisa Celine! If I’ve done this far please accept it!’
How can there be such a mean person in the world?
You’ve become the student council president huh? He got some power knowing my situation! How can you disrespect people like this?
No matter what I am the chancellor’s daughter!
I have never been treated like this in my entire life.
‘Ha let’s calm down.’
She suppressed the shame and humiliation that welled up in her.
‘I am a politician.’
my father said
Politicians do not bow down to men. It’s just bowing your head to the power that person has.
Yes. I wasn’t Simon Pollentia I was a bread shuttle to power!
“Yes! I am the bread shuttle of power!”
“Huh? What did you just say…”
“Oh my~ Ahaha! Look at our chairman’s shoulders gathered together!”
Elisa came back and started rubbing Simon’s shoulders. Surprised Simon said ‘Ugh!’ He groaned and twisted his body.
“I heard the story! All of the student council members said that Professor Hong Feng’s course registration was successful? Wow it must have been hard!
“Wait wait!”
Simon said covering the palm of her forcibly rubbing her shoulder.
“Okay! Okay let’s talk first…!”
Drooling!
Then the door to the classroom opened and the professor of the class entered. I could see the students moving to their seats.
In the meantime there is no feeling of being noisy like other lecture rooms but the appearance of taking care of the dignity even though the professor has entered.
Drooling!
widely!
Meanwhile Elisa Celine sat next to Simon again.
When Simon glared at him she only smiled.
“Hmm! Nice to meet you students.”
A man with an unusual hairstyle with a curly perm entered. All sorts of decorations hung from his clothes.
“My name is William Spanger. I have served as Chancellor of the Kingdom of Kalos.”
His piercing gaze watched the students’ sitting posture.
“There female student. Straighten your shoulders pull your chin in. Put your right hand on top.”
From the start he corrected the posture of the three students in front of him.
Satisfied at last he started introducing himself again.
“After a year or even years later you will become a leader and a leader who governs countless people. I am confident that my knowledge and experience will be of great help to you.”
A liberal arts subject that Simon has to take as student council president.
It was ‘Emperor’.
* * *
People living in the Washuburn Mountains liked to talk about the ‘mysterious old castle’ located on the top of the mountain.
A terrible scream heard from time to time.
Vivid bloodstains appearing all over the castle.
Opinions were divided as to whether people lived there or not.
But no one dared to go to that dangerous place.
Right there.
“Is everyone ready?”
“yes!”
Over 30 necromancers from Keygen’s headquarters were preparing to attack.
All of them are elites that Kizen is proud of and they are pros in war.
There were over 30 people but if you include the undead they summoned the number reached hundreds.
And the man at the forefront.
“We have found the headquarters of Magnus commander of the 5th corps. We will start the annihilation operation from now on.”
A necromancer wearing a crow’s cape opened his mouth while holding a communication orb.
“inrush.”
Necromancers and the dead all marched toward the castle.
