Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 545

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 545

Mei Lin and Seiwir started singing and the rich tone resonated throughout the central square.

Serene quietly listened to the song for a while with a smile on her face.

“Even though I’m shy I sing hard again.”

Serene covered her mouth and laughed.

“Because I can’t hide my pinch.”

“Come to think of it Serene.”

Simon turned to her.

“You also like Meilin singing. Every vacation I bet on the seat of the successor and send it to the Grand Theater. What is the reason for doing that?”

“Oh is that it?”

Serene lowered her eyelids slightly.

“If you are hated too much it hurts your heart.”

“…?”

She turned her head to see Mei Lin singing passionately on the stage.

“Even when we were young we were the best of friends. When I first entered the ivory tower we got along without prejudice.”

It was. Regardless of what her Meirin thought of her Cerne still liked Meirin.

“Because I can see that kind of kid is stressed obsessed and mentally broken down while harboring vehemence in the position of heir to the ivory tower. -“

The corners of Serene’s eyes slid down loosely.

“More than the effect of turning my attention to singing I’m mentally stable now. I don’t know who thanks?”

“….”

Simon slowly closed his eyes.

“As my older sister says if you don’t want to be hated by Meilin I think you should change your attitude first.”

“Because this is weird.”

A sticky feeling flowed in her eyes.

“It’s sad to be hated but what can I say when I see that child who is trying to catch up to me? It feels like a strange pleasure wells up in my spine? Even after stepping on it if I give it a little room I can feel the feelings of that child who clings to it while crying and chasing after me. I came to like the desperate look again.”

‘…He has such a bad personality.’

Seeing Simon’s reaction Serene laughed out loud.

“The act of trying to understand people’s emotions as only one thing is lazy expediency. If you don’t want to be hated by Meilin? nor anger nor love. Do not understand emotions in their literal sense-“

Cerne strode forward and put her index finger on Simon’s lips.

“In a multifaceted sense try to interpret it.”

“…!”

Surprised Simon backed away with his ears red and Serene grinned like a mischievous goblin.

“That’s today’s homework.”

‘suddenly…?’

She left humming the words of the song.

Wow!

Just then applause and cheers erupted and I saw Seiwir and Meirin greeting the crowd.

The performance was a great success.

However the side was exceptionally quiet so when I turned my head Dick and Kamibarez were staring at the sky with unfocused eyes.

Sure enough I saw a white feather stuck in the nape of my neck.

Serene probably did not want others to hear the personal story they had just shared.

Simon approached and removed it bringing life back to their eyes.

“Hey what is it?”

“ah.”

The two blinked.

“Sorry! I must have been blank for a while.”

“Simon what did you say?”

“Maylin’s performance is over.”

“Oh is that so? Kyakyakya! Then let’s go play Meirin again! Keyzen’s new idol cat mask!”

Even without reacting I remembered the image of her screaming with a flushed face.

“I don’t know if I strangle you in shame.”

“Oh oh. That’s a bit…”

* * *

Mei Lin covered her face and ran away before the student council members even arrived.

When she heard the shouts of the first graders asking for an encore or an autograph she ran away saying she wanted to die.

But fortunately I was able to meet Seiwir.

“Thank you for coming Seyir.”

“Hahahaha! I’m more grateful for calling! Agent Simon!”

The two shook hands. Simon said thank you and paid the reward.

Seiwir also said that he was very satisfied with the impromptu performance at Kisen. Still he had another schedule so his immediate minions decided to take him to Langustin before it was too late.

The surprise performance ended like this but Seiwir and Meirin’s performance revitalized the central square.

Simon Dick and Kamibarez were also patrolling the area wearing student council armbands in case of an emergency.

“Hey I think that’s a good idea! Simon!”

“Yeah that’s right.”

There were many clubs with innovative booths. It is a look that makes good use of each club’s individuality.

In particular the area around the punch machine operated by the PE club was crowded with first-year male students. If they were tied 1:1 and won they would put a sign around their necks that read “winner” and if they lost they would give a sign that read “loser.”

The painting club next to him drew an impromptu 10-minute portrait.

I caught only the points on the faces of the students and drew them happily with black magic but the quality was quite high so the satisfaction was high. I could see the first graders laughing and giggling at each other’s portraits.

Student council members walked around admiring the ideas.

“Oh my are you in first grade?”

“Do you want to go and see our club?”

Because there were so many people there were also sophomores who mistook the short Kamibarez for being in the first year. Then when she saw the armband on her shoulder she freaked out and apologized.

Simone and Dick laughed loudly as the pouting Kamivarez puffed up his cheeks. It was all a fun happening.

‘…Come to think of it.’

At this point Simon also became curious about the situation of the mutant club.

Leaving the patrol to Dick and Kamivarez for a while Simon opened up the booth layout and decided to head for the mutant club.

Last year the number of people was too small so they couldn’t even register a booth and only handed out flyers but this year I think they saved one booth.

‘I hope many new freshmen come to our club.’

Perhaps because it was an outlying area the number of people was getting smaller and smaller than in the center.

And when I finally got to the front of the mutant booth.

empty-

A chilly wind blew.

Above the shabby folding tent I could see the word ‘Mutation’ scrawled.

Next to the tent a Seiren Chimera with an esoteric appearance was waving its six arms and making strange hand movements and behind it a Death Worm was spewing vomit from its mouth while making a whooping sound.

And in the foldable tent with unknown occult decorations expressionless Fitzgerald and Toto were sitting side by side.

“….”

Leaflets were stacked in front of them as if they were told to take them by themselves but no one seemed to have taken them.

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

The wind blew again and a leaflet flew and hit Simon’s face. Simon grabbed it and pulled it off.

“…What are you guys doing?”

“As you can see.”

said Fitzgerald pressing down on his spectacles.

“The club is promoting.”

‘Wherever you look!’

It seems that the booth is not in a good position so it seems that Fitzgerald is only looking forward as if he is practicing his silence and Toto is just looking at the people passing by as if he is embarrassed to sit here.

Simon looked at the flyer pasted on his face earlier.

< Special Undead Research Society ‘Mutation’ >

-It’s an undead research society but any summons with unique characteristics are welcome.

-What is a mutation? Philosophical interpretation and personal reflection are essential. The ability to have intellectual conversations is required.

-Distinguish between act utilitarianism and rule utilitarianism and in response to the assertion that there is no sacrifice of happiness an opinion on whether to view passive happiness as a higher value than minimizing pain if all things that damage happiness are bad… ….

Simon quietly crumpled up the leaflet and put it in his pocket.

‘It sucks.’

Simon who was from a mountain village prided himself on being inferior in art or aesthetic sense but this seemed a bit harsh even to him.

“Toto this leaflet. How many did the kids take?”

“Uh um.”

Toto sweated profusely and raised two fingers. Simon’s eyes lit up.

“20 people?”

“2 people….”

“One person. One person was used as a cupcake base.”

Fitzgerald corrected from the side and pointed with his fingertips. I saw sauce-covered leaflets rolling in the wind.

Simon touched his forehead.

“…Are you guys really thinking about doing it right?”

“of course.”

Fitzgerald replied as if asking what such a thing was.

“This year the number of club members has become especially important. We need to work harder.”

‘How can I do this even though I know that!’

I don’t know where else to start.

Before Simon was student council president his head was pounding as he belonged to a mutant.

In the meantime I was so busy with the student council work that I couldn’t pay attention to this side at all.

“Now! Fitzgerald Toto. This is not the time.”

said Simon picking up a pile of flyers.

“Everyone knows? Today is the last day of the club season! At this rate not a single freshman might come! Wake up!”

Toto stood up and approached Simon.

“Take it Toto. Go around and give it to the first graders.”

“You want to hand it out yourself?! So much?”

Toto jumped up.

“You you you’re so shy!”

“Still I’m on fire so I have to take note! Fitzgerald! Are you just watching?”

Fitzgerald corrected his spectacles.

“Is that order given by the student council president?”

“Ah no. Just as a member of the staff…”

“I’m the manager of the mutants. That kind of thing is the role of a member.”

this guy It was authoritarian in odd parts.

Simon sighed.

“Does the other 3rd year seniors of the mutant know that this is the situation?”

Fitzgerald who had always been cold-hearted put on a cold expression.

And I’m afraid to say it.

“…hi.”

The only two 3rd years belonging to the mutants appeared.

Benya Vanilla’s best friend his name is D.O. He appeared shuffling his feet with a zombie-like gait with dark circles and dark eyes.

“Senior D.O!”

“…I stopped by for a while before going out on a mission.”

I shook the envelope that D.O had brought.

“You’ll have a hard time during the club season eat this and do it…”

he paused

And seeing the appearance of the club booth and the state of the leaflets his expression became serious.

“…What happened?”

Dio looked at Fitzgerald and Toto and at the end looked at Simon and said.

Simon scratched his head and explained everything.

“….”

After hearing the explanation D.O quietly beckoned Fitzgerald and Toto to the side.

There was a time for the two of them to take a break and listen to the nagging of the senior.

After D.O left

“I will actively cooperate with your instructions. Simon.”

Fitzgerald’s attitude also changed.

“What should I do? Can I just hand out flyers?”

“Actually that leaflet is a bit of a problem.”

It didn’t seem like the problem would be solved right away even if I handed out these dirty flyers.

Simon lifted the communication orb from his bosom.

“There are experts on this again.”

“?”

After a while Dick appeared after receiving a call from Simon.

“Hey Simon! What happened again?”

“No it’s not like that. I’m sorry I called you on a personal business. I hope I can help you a little if you don’t mind.”

Simon smiled and continued.

“It’s our mutant club but we haven’t found a single member yet. Simple is fine so is there anything we can advise you on?”

“hmm.”

Dick’s gaze returned.

I saw the letters hanging above the tent I saw the occult decorations I saw the bizarre six-armed Chimera I saw Deathwym who was still vomiting and vomiting and finally I saw the expressionless Fitzgerald and the unconfident Toto.

“uh….”

Dick scratched his head.

“Are you at the level of destruction?”