Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 1061

[Legion. Survival is the best. Sacrificing external solidity for internal function is biologically inefficient,”

said Alase.

“No, Alaze. Focusing on conquering additional features such as speed and power is the key to survival. Even if we have to reduce durability somewhat, we must build a battleship that is fast and has strong firepower!”

Benya said.

“No matter what, the fundamental problem is the undead that necromancers handle. “Increasing the size and equipment is simply a design mistake that did not take into account the skill that wields it.”

Aaron said.

And Simon, who was leaning against the wall a little away, was watching the three people’s discussion with a blank expression on his face.

‘…It’s been like this for six hours.’

I thought that discussions between people with different tendencies and knowledge would produce the best results, but there was no sign of the discussion ending.

Alaze is an ancient undead of the Legion and pays attention to the characteristics and identity of undead.

Engineer Benya is the best at creating summoned undead.

Professor Aaron has an ironclad rule for necromancers: undead.

It was difficult to narrow down the differences of opinion. Simon pointed at himself with a smile.

“Then, I will synthesize the opinions of the three people…”

[Request for the commander to stop speaking. This is an undead pride issue.]

“Let’s talk a little later, gentlemen. So what I think is…!”

Everyone seems completely absorbed in the discussion without even paying attention to this issue.

One way or another, I’m the master and I create my own undead, right? I thought about it, but the atmosphere was so grim that I thought it would be better to wait calmly.

It was only after more time had passed that a certain degree of agreement was reached. Simon finally told his story.

“It’s this technology.”

The design of this Behemoth battleship was the culmination of all the knowledge and skills Simon had learned so far.

Simon took out a legion-type Skullwing from subspace and made it pass through a series of magic circles that gave orders, showing how to carry out different orders.

It was the very technique I learned in Gene Arskalt’s ‘Legion Studies’ class and applied it to pioneering the Screaming Jungle.

“That’s cool. I understand this.”

Benya snapped his fingers.

“You install these command-type magic circles inside the battleship and send out legion-type undead while making them pass through the magic circles.”

“yes! It becomes a kind of jungle of flying screams.”

It is possible to use a simple curse inside the battleship, or to have summons rapidly replenish the darkness when the battleship’s core lacks the darkness. It is significant that all of this is possible through Simon’s own operation without any intervention.

This time Aaron opened his mouth.

“So during peacetime, they carry out reconnaissance activities in the sky, but during times of war, they change the Behemoth battleship from a corps type to a summon type and allow small entities equipped with your original dark magic, the SS, to participate.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Simon nodded.

“Since we are operating a huge Behemoth battleship, I want to have proper facilities.”

Benya clapped her hands together with a face full of enthusiasm.

“Leave it to me, gentlemen! “We will equip it with the best jet-black engine and develop it with the goal of shooting large numbers of undead and applying it to the SS.”

“Yes, but something…”

Simon opened his eyes tentatively.

“It feels a little lacking.”

Benya made a dizzy expression.

“Oh, isn’t it enough yet? “The current design is also amazing.”

If you think about it carefully, simply taking out Skullwing and putting it on the SS is something that even Simon can do.

Is there any merit in mobilizing all the complex technologies on Behemoth to turn the undead into a bodyguard? You can just send down the Skullwings from the Behemoth, and although it’s a bit of a hassle, Simon himself can put on the guards one by one.

If you don’t have SS technology built in, you can mount a ‘main gun’ or an ‘acceleration device’, but wouldn’t that be better in terms of utility?

I thought that there must be more new technology that can only be achieved with the vast darkness and super-large undead facilities that the Behemoth battleship can operate.

[Then there is one key point.]

This time, Alaze said.

[A variation of the SS magic.]

“I guess so.”

Simon’s original ‘Guards’. This technology was first developed in first grade and has been continuously developed until now.

At first, the process was quite complicated. It was necessary to go through cumbersome procedures, such as first summoning the blood golem, which was the basis of the SS, and then applying the cloud purified from the blood golem to the skeleton.

As time passed, it became possible to use the SS simply by equipping the core and unfolding the magic circle without necessarily using the blood golem.

Now, it is possible to cancel all of these processes, immediately unfold a magic circle, and drop a cloud right from the sky to quickly pick out the SS one by one.

So far, the SS has developed primarily with a focus on casting speed and efficiency. However, if you think about it, the performance of the SS itself is not much different from the past to the present.

‘There is one reason.’

Simon laughed bitterly.

‘I guess it’s because my hematology skills haven’t improved much since I was in first grade.’

In the first place, the SS was a fusion of two subjects: summoning and blood flow.

‘Cloud’, which is extracted by mixing Simon’s blood with jet black and purifying it, is the basis of the SS. However, there was no further improvement of the cloud or research into higher-level technologies.

“Looks like you figured out the problem.”

Aaron said after seeing Simon’s expression.

“But time is running out until Pentamonium’s Undead Parade, so we must hurry. “It would be best to equip the SS equipment last and start building the hull starting tomorrow.”

“Starting tomorrow, Professor.”

Benya Vanilla, with her hair tied up, spoke.

“I can’t do it because my blood gets hot. “The vigil begins tonight!”

‘…haha.’

Simon opened a very large subspace and carefully pulled out the Behemoth’s body with the help of other undead.

A jet-black core of contaminated mana was moving between the gigantic breastbone, with only the necessary parts neatly removed.

Gooooooo!

Benya felt eerie at the huge jet-black flow, but her eyes were sparkling with curiosity. He quickly wiped the drool flowing from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said.

“It’s such a cool material! Thank you so much, gentlemen, for entrusting this task to us! “I want to start working right away!”

“Yes, thank you.”

As soon as she spoke a few words through the communication crystal ball, vanilla undead craftsmen were brought in from all over to join in on this work. When they saw the ingredients, they also burst out in exclamation and said one thing at a time.

Simon turned his head.

“Alase, please stay here for the time being and work with me. “There must be something that only the Ancient Undead can do.”

[Obvious instructions. We can’t just leave it to humans.]

Tong! container!

I felt Alazeh’s joy from my thoughts. He was seen inflating his body and pouring out various undead, including clones.

Before I knew it, Benya, wearing a work apron, was carrying a tool on her shoulder and spoke.

“Please help me develop new ‘SS’ technology to be applied to battleships as soon as possible!”

“yes! “Please leave it to me.”

After answering that, Simon was lost in thought for a moment.

‘Who should I ask for help with new technology?’

* * *

The next morning.

Simon returned to school after a long time.

Keygen’s third-year class had a distinctly different atmosphere from other classes in previous grades. The timetable is free and you can take classes according to your schedule.

The day-to-day progress is not as intense as in other grades. Since classes are run on the premise that half of the students are on a mission, they are held sparsely, about once or twice a week.

It’s no problem if you can’t take the class while you’re on a mission. Professors repeat classes at the same pace two to three times at different times, and even if the class is a little slow, if you take the class at a slower pace, you can quickly catch up to the original pace.

Students who have not been able to attend classes for a long time due to long-term missions, etc. are encouraged to gather together and form groups on campus. If the group is large, the professor will personally take charge of supplementary classes, and even for small groups of 2 or 3 people, a research professor or head teaching assistant will provide supplementary classes to help students get back on track.

In fact, if you stay on Locke Island, campus life is quite relaxed.

Therefore, it is a structure that has no choice but to go out and find a mission. It may seem leisurely and peaceful at first glance, but when you combine missions and campus life, people say it’s ‘overwhelming.’

Anyway, after the first class, it was time for a break. The students gathered in small groups and chatted.

“Have you decided where to go on your next mission?”

“I don’t know, but first I have to catch up with the regular progress and think about it.”

“Let’s go near a big city!”

Everyone was talking about various things. Simon was worried, so he rested his chin and looked out the window, then turned his head.

Among the students taking the same supplementary class on Jet Black Mechanics, there was a familiar face. A girl with light purple hair smiling brightly, surrounded by students. Someone must have been playing a prank on her. ‘It’s too much!’ As I said this, laughter erupted everywhere.

Camivarez Ursula.

She is kind and kind, so all the students like and cherish her.

Upright.

At that time, I made eye contact with Camivarez and I saw her ears perk up. After briefly asking for understanding from the other students, he rushed over here.

“Simon~ Hello!”

“Hello Kami.”

Simon also welcomed me warmly. Camivarez said, fluttering the cute bat wings behind his back.

“Thank you for your hard work on the group mission! “When did you come back?”

“I came back just yesterday. “I’m going to catch up on class progress starting today.”

“I also went on a 5-night mission! Will we continue to take the supplementary class on Jet Black Mechanics together? happy!”

Simon, who was happily chatting with Camivarez, glanced away. I can feel the stinging gaze of the students who were talking to her earlier.

When Simon smiles and waves his hand in their direction, they startle and then disperse, blushing or lowering their eyes.

Is it because he is the student council president, or is it because he is the leader of a treacherous army? I feel a slight sense of distance from my classmates whom I had never met or had no contact with until now.

Still, since he was in a position to represent all students, Simon was willing to approach them first.

Of course, there are more important things to do now.

“True Kami.”

“yes?”

Simon grinned.

“Is it okay to have a little time after class?”

“!!”

Camivarez’s face turned red.

“Ah ah! Time is okay! yes!”

“what’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing!”

Flap, pat, flutter, flutter!

She said with an ‘Ahaha’ smile, trying to cover herself with her elbow as the wings behind her were shaking frantically.

“Okay then, see you after class!”

She ran down the hallway in the same direction she came from. Soon, her hematology friends who were waiting outside the hallway said, ‘Aaaah!’ He was seen talking loudly.

‘Why do you do that?’

And Simon.

I realized too late that today is our anniversary.

* * *

I have become the highest grader in Keygen that others look up to, but school is still school. It seemed that the anniversary was still an important event for teenagers in their prime.

There are many names, but the common name is Pudding Day. It was a day when men gave women pudding-type desserts as a gift.

The reason why Camivarez blushed and why boys were around her was revealed. Everyone was preparing gifts and looking for an opportunity to give them to Camivarez, but things seemed to have gone awry when she went to Simone.

Still, Simon, who belatedly heard from another classmate that today was their anniversary, was also shocked and rushed to Rochester, where he purchased a gift set and returned before the scheduled time.

“Thank you so much Simone!”

Camibarez, holding the pudding set in his arms, looked the happiest in the world.

Simon looked at me and said.

“Now that we’ve met, there’s something I’d like to get some advice on.”

“yes?”

Originally, this was the main point, but Simon also had the sense to hide it.

“It’s about bloodstream magic.”

Simon told her about the Behemoth battleship and the SS that he was currently building.

She listened to the story with a serious face.

“Blood reinforcement for the SS’s development of new technologies. “You mean that?”

“That’s right, Kami.”

Camivarez carefully placed the pudding set on the floor and then raised it with his fingertips. A magic circle spread out over her fingertips, and drops of blood appeared.

“In fact, ‘blood’ is an innate element that necromancers have. “It is said that ‘strong blood’ and ‘weak blood’ suitable for blood flow magic are differentiated from birth.”

Simon also nodded.

The fact that the most important thing in hematology is bloodline was so well known that Simon knew it well.

“So the concept of strengthening the blood itself does not exist in hematology.”

When Camivarez touched the drop of blood with his fingertip, it quickly spread around and then returned to its original position.

“However, blood flow magic is about studying the efficiency of this blood and guiding it to reach its full potential!”

“I see.”

“Or you can create special effects by adding new blood to the blood you already have! “I think there will definitely be hints of a new SS unit there!”

She clenched her small fists, raised them in front of her chest, and flapped her wings.

“Would you like to go together? “To our professor, Professor Preston Patton.”

‘Professor Preston.’

Simon was lost in thought for a moment. This was a person he had not had much contact with until now.

“What kind of person is that professor?”

“ah!”

Camivarez burst out laughing.

“You are a very necromancer!”

I guess.

I didn’t think it was a compliment.