Necromancer Academy's Genius Summoner Chapter 927

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 927

afternoon the next day.

student council room.

“You idiots! Don’t mess up the table because paperwork is mixed up!”

Today with Meirin’s nagging I started my student council work.

Simon who was alert quickly picked up the papers on the table and returned to his seat.

“Hey Simon! What are you going to do with this outdoor toilet? Can I do it?”

said Dick waving his papers. Simon answered.

“of course….”

“I have to hold off!”

Meirin shouted out loud.

“Because there is no budget to spend on such things right now? First of all focus on improving the part where you are grateful! Start preparing for the closing ceremony and the graduation ceremony of the 3rd graders!”

Having been so angry with Dick she looked back at Simon with her light blue hair flying and smiled softly.

“Right? Simon.”

“Yeah yes.”

Simon sighed and answered.

After all there was no one who was as serious about the student council work as Mei Lin. Seeing that she still maintains the top of the top 10 written grades I thought she was close to a superhuman.

Simon said as he quickly flipped through the papers.

“And the fact-finding report on the wild monsters of Rock Island that we have to write tomorrow. How did you say this?”

As if waiting for those words Kamibarez flipped through the minutes of the Paralac meeting and opened one side.

“The keepers said they would provide last year’s data! I’ll send my own minions!”

“Thank you Kami.”

However since we work together the distribution of work is tight in our own way.

Simon who finished his schedule for the day quickly looked at the clock on the wall and stood up in surprise.

“It’s late! I have an interview so I’ll go out for a while.”

Meilin blinked her blue eyes.

“What interview?”

“Interview with those who failed to complete the curse study report. I have to go see Professor Barhill.”

“Oh I went there first.”

Dick raised his hand. Simon asked quickly.

“How about going?”

“Ummm…”

Dick crossed his arms and continued.

“I thought he was just cleaning.”

“?”

* * *

Time was at a loss so Simon hurriedly reached the front of Bahil’s lab.

Fortunately it wasn’t too late. After waiting while sweating and cooling off the moment the appointment time came I knocked on the door.

“Professor Barhil this is Simon Pollentia.”

Come on in. The answer came back. Simon carefully opened the door and entered.

It’s been a while since I’ve been to Bahil’s lab and it feels like the furniture arrangement has changed in general. There were antique furniture and teacup sets and the large blackboard that occupied one side of the wall was still there. Curse formulas were written on the blackboard but it was difficult to read.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

Normally I wouldn’t have refused but today for some reason I didn’t feel like drinking.

When Simon replied ‘It’s okay since I just drank’ Bahil nodded and brewed his own tea.

click click.

The sound of brewing tea and heavy silence.

I am nervous for some reason. I feel a little sweat on my hand resting on my lap.

Soon Bahil holding a smoking cup in one hand approached and sat down.

Sarak.

He unfolded the paper on one side of the desk and looked at it with a ‘hmm’. Simon realized that the paper was the curse study report he had submitted last week.

Bahil took a sip of the tea and opened his mouth.

“This report the contents of which are not typical of Simon students.”

Simon said even more nervously.

“Sorry to disappoint you Professor. If you can tell me what to fix…”

“There really isn’t much to fix.”

A question mark appeared on Simon’s face.

What is this sound?

“I called it because it was an extremely ordinary report. He wrote a theoretical answer based on common sense.”

“Then why am I here…”

“Yes. You are a genius Simon Pollentia.”

The teacup Barhil was holding slowly lowered revealing his mouth.

“It’s a creature that lives in a different sea than the Beomjae. Since such a genius wrote a report like Beomjae I couldn’t help but worry as a professor in charge of your curse science.”

percussion.

He put down the teacup.

“Turn over the report.”

Simon turned the report over. The white backing came out with nothing written on it.

“Take a quill.”

Simon picked up the quill lying next to him.

“What would be a good topic um…. Yes. Let’s write about the ‘stage curse’ we learned last time. You can think of it as writing a report to be submitted next week in advance.”

“All right.”

Right away I didn’t know what Bahil’s intentions were. Simon wrote his report on a blank piece of paper trying to read his intentions.

The professor himself who was going to evaluate the report was watching closely so he was nervous and the writing didn’t come out well. Still he luckily wrote one sentence and after that he wrote smoothly.

Simon forgot that Bahil was in front of him and immersed himself in the report.

“Okay I’m doing great.”

Bahil shed or responded to the choo-im-sae in the middle. Simon who was writing down the theoretical content stopped his quill for a moment and as he commented and wrote his thoughts lightly Bahil’s voice of satisfaction flowed in front of him.

I wrote it like that for about 10 minutes.

“You write so well why did the previous report look like a genius? Oh keep writing. You just have to listen to me while writing.”

Simon who hesitated continued writing the sentence after crunching again. Bahil’s voice came out.

“I have the ability to do it but I couldn’t. However judging from the behavior Simon has shown so far it doesn’t seem appropriate to say that it is an area of laziness or indolence. This must have been completed so it’s ambiguous. So I came to one conclusion.”

Bahil beckoned.

“I have so many worries that I can’t concentrate in class.”

“….”

“It’s the professor’s job to help such a student. Is there something you can’t say?”

square square.

Simon answered while still writing the report.

“Recently the continent has been noisy because of the association so it seems that my head was complicated while experiencing various things. From the next class…”

“That’s not true.”

The quill in Simon’s hand trembled at Bahil’s assertive voice.

click-

The wind blowing through the window shakes the teacup on the shelf at an unusual angle.

Saaaaa-

At some point the strong aroma of coffee fills the room.

‘I can’t believe this.’

Simon’s gaze turned to the report he was writing.

-When the target visits a specific place at a specific time.

– Hear certain sounds.

– Smelling a specific smell.

-After feeling a certain emotion.

-If you take a certain action you will be cursed.

A report on the stage curse you are writing.

It was. This was a typical stage curse composition.

Sitting here at a specific time and in a specific place talking to Bahil asking if he had troubles and concluding that it was not true.

‘no way.’

Simon raised his head. I see Bahil’s face smiling calmly. Her hand holding the quill was sweaty.

“Huh? Your hand has stopped.”

Bahil’s voice rang out.

“I can’t help it. If student Simon doesn’t tell the truth I’ll tell you one truth first.”

The spine gets chilly.

“Yesterday’s class was for the moment I met you.”

Really?

How far did you design it?

What is the purpose?

The fingertips holding the quill are trembling.

Then Simon remembered the report he was going to write after this.

“Tell me Simon Pollentia.”

How can I counter the stage curse?

not doing what the other person intended.

“What is your real concern?”

Silence passed.

Simon was sweating profusely and desperately shut his mouth.

It’s also about leaving your seat.

Even lying.

Denying everything was within Bahil’s plan.

turn off time

Stage curses can be broken simply by not performing certain actions at certain times.

The condition of not performing a specific action at a specific time is not appropriate as a condition due to the nature of the curse.

to be still.

I will not move according to the intention of the magician Bahil.

As it was about a minute of heavy silence passed.

“hmm.”

Simon did nothing and Bahil smiled contentedly.

“As expected Simon is a student. That’s the correct answer. It’s a pretty good response but-”

Bahil spread his palms.

Simon’s gaze followed Bahil’s hand.

“!!”

Before I knew it the writing was written on white paper.

“Actually I didn’t intend to write a step curse from the beginning.”

< Go through the portal with White and make an end. >

‘Unbelievable.’

Simon’s pupils shook in despair. His hand loosened and the quill fell to the floor with a clatter.

“It was a simple curse artifact. The moment the opponent has a strong desire not to be found out it is an item that they use their inner thoughts.”

Bahil said while slowly intertwining. Simon got up from his seat.

“I don’t know why the professor is doing this to me!”

“Calm down Student Simon Pollentia.”

He smiled softly and spread his palms.

“I just want to help you.”

“yes?”

“There was no need for this in fact I knew everything. What White really is who he was modeled after. And.”

The smile disappeared from his lips.

“Who is he targeting?”

“….”

“You chose to help him defeat the Order rather than destroy White. Then that’s fine. Then go attack the Order.”

Bahil slowly rose from his seat.

“Let this Bahil Amagar go with you.”

“….”

Simon was still on his guard.

“What if I refuse?”

“As Professor Keyzen I can’t just stand by the students’ dogma so I’m thinking of holding a faculty meeting.”

If that happens the promise I talked about at the beginning with White will be broken and all plans will be in vain.

As Simon’s worries grew longer Bahil stood up and put a white bowler hat on his head.

“Shall we take a short walk?”

* * *

Simon and Barhil went out and walked down the street. No matter what kind of curse Bahil placed on them the people around them did not recognize them.

“Here it is.”

“?”

This is near the Summoning Department dormitory.

It is a place where there is a forbidden forest.

A familiar voice was heard from there.

“The composition of the magic circle is wrong. Build it in a way that bypasses the circuit a little more.”

It was Aaron’s voice.

It was like watching someone’s class.

‘Who is it?’

Simon and Barhil walked through the bush and made their way to the nearby area.

and witnessed

‘white!’

Aaron was teaching White. White was practicing her black magic with an expression that she didn’t want to do it and Aaron steadfastly pushed through the lessons.

‘Come to think of it.’

White like Simon and Hector was also a direct disciple of Aaron.

White didn’t show up when he usually called his direct disciple so it seemed like Aaron was going to visit him and teach him.

The professor in charge teaches the direct disciple personally.

It was a sight that did not seem strange from the outside.

“Can you see it in your eyes?”

There was heavy emotion in Bahil’s voice as he asked.

“Aaron sunbaenim struggling in a terrible hell.

“….”

Several thoughts ran through my head.

Teaching White who resembles Magnus is why Aaron is abusing himself.

A year ago during the first year when Magnus the commander of the 5th corps entered Rock Island to capture Simon Aaron who came to protect Simon confronted Magnus.

Then the two said:

– It’s been years. Professor Aaron.

-The student’s murder of Professor Kizen cannot be washed away. Even after doing such a thing he dares to enter this island.

Aaron who was saying that seemed greatly shaken emotionally.

And another even bigger shaking was the time when White who looked exactly like Magnus was transferred to Keygen.

Simon closed his eyes and opened them.

“I’ve never really heard about what happened in Professor Aaron’s past.”

“Yes senpai probably won’t talk about that in the future forever.”

Simon turned his head with a serious face.

“Then Professor Barhill can you tell me what the hell happened between the two of you?”

Bahil smiled hard and put a hand on the tip of his chin.

“Would you like to know?”