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The Misfit of Demon King Academy Vol 1 LN
The Misfit of Demon King Academy Vol 1 LN
The demon king Arnos uttered these words whilst sitting on his
throne with his arms crossed.
With just that a normal human being would be in fear from the power
of his words, however, the people in front of him right now do not
have that worry.
The severer of fate, the hero chosen by the holy sword Kanon.
Including Arnos, they control this worlds fate. Four people will be
handed down these names in later times but now they gather in the
hall of the demon kings castle Deruzogedo.
“I understand the story. It’s not a ridiculous condition either. But now,
when we are trying to reconcile?” the hero Kanon said.
“That’s right.”
“Let me reverse that hero Kanon. How many mazoku have you killed
so far?” he returned to words of Kanon back to him.
No, it doesn’t matter. Even knowing the answer would not make the
past disappear.
Both sides killed and those who survived got revenge on those that
were killed.
Because they were killed they were avenged and then those that got
revenge were killed for revenge.
Both humans and mazoku are the same in that they hate things
different from themselves.
“After all your brutality do you think you can say those words?”
“What would have happened without my cruelty? If you did not fear
the demon king Arnos you human beings would have calmly
slaughtered the mazoku. It was a just cause. I do not remember
even feeling one bit of guilt. I even praised the humans I killed as
heroes.”
With a glint in his eye, the demon king Arnos glared at the hero.
“Kanon. You are a human. Don’t you believe that the world will
become peaceful if the demon king Arnos is defeated?”
“Yes, I do.”
“No. You should actually understand it. Stop being a fool. In the
place where the demon king Arnos was defeated a new fire will be
born. Both humans and mazoku. If the other side is not exterminated
the fighting will not end. No……”
“Even if the mazoku perish human beings will just make a new
enemy again. Next will be the spirits that are different to yourselves.
If you eradicate the spirits next will be the gods that made you. And if
you defeat the gods you will turn on each other.”
“As I said earlier. Divide the world into four. The world of humans, the
demon world, the spirit world and the world of the gods. Put up a wall
between the worlds and don’t open the doors for a thousand years.”
“I can change my life force into magical power if you three cooperate
and I can activate the grand magic.”
“So you die for peace? You who are called the demon king.”
“You and the others called me that without permission. I will not die. I
will find a handy container and reincarnate. Though it will be two
thousand years before I next wake up.”
Even though he had suggested it the demon king Arnos could not
hide his surprise.
Humans, spirits and gods were shown evidence without any demerit.
For the first time, the demon king Arnos understood why he is called
a hero.
“I never thought I’d see a day when the demon king thanked me.”
“And I did not think a day would come when I could thank the hero.”
Their viewpoints are different but they acknowledged the power and
strength in each other’s hearts.
The demon king Arnos stands slowly up from his throne and hold his
hands in front of his eyes.
Many magic letters appeared on the walls, floors, ceilings etc. The
words being drawn are cramped together.
The demon kings castle is a huge magic circle that Arnos had
prepared.
First, the grand spirit Reno and then the creation god Militeia turned
their palms towards him and loosed an extremely pure white wave. It
was like looking at a star, it was dazzling. A bundle of infinite magic
power.
It could not endure the use of the grand magic that was absorbing all
the magical power of the world and the demon kings castle began to
collapse.
Kanon kicks the floor and thrusts the holy sword forward. Magic is
fed into it and the blade becomes pure white before piercing through
the heart of the demon king Arnos.
“Gofuu…..”
“……Hero Kanon. Thank you once again. If you are also reborn in
two thousand years……….”
***
Their mouths fall open and their eyes look like they are about to pop
out.
“Fumu. Even though it has been two thousand years it was only a
moment.”
“Ta……”
“Ta…..”
“Ta?”
“He talkeeeeeeeeeed!!?”
“Na…….o………a…..”
“E……..a…….u…….”
While he looks himself over and stamps his feet Gusta and Isabella
have expressions of extreme surprise again.
Authors note: Because it was a prologue it was third person but it will
become first person from now onwards.
I’ve spent the time looking into the world that is now two thousand
years further on. It seems the magical arts have degenerated to a
much lower level than I thought.
It was a rather common magic in the age of myths that I had lived in.
For high ranking magic users, reincarnating was not unusual,
however, in the present times that age has been called the era of
magic. Reincarnation magic does not seem to be known in the
present age.
I can talk from birth and have magical talent. My parents Gusta and
Isabella have interpreted it that I’m just a very smart baby.
As I expected, over two thousand years the blood of the demon king
Arnos did not die out, however, I did not expect it to mix with
humans.
No, thinking about it I suppose that since the mazoku and the
humans stopped fighting its probably natural that those with mixed
blood are born.
I guess deep down I thought that the mazoku and the humans were
fundamentally incompatible but after a thousand years of being
separated by the walls, their troubles were diluted and eventually
lost.
“Hmm?”
I felt the slight flow of magic power and out of the corner of my eye,
something caught my attention.
“The demon king of tyranny was the founder and it is the role of the
academy to find the person closest to the founder and make them
the demon emperor. You also carry the blood of the founder and
therefore we invite you to Deruzogedo. We await your admission
into the demon king academy.”
“It is said that this is the year that the founder will be reincarnated.”
They knew that. It seems that the year of my rebirth was handed
down throughout the years.
“This year the students planning to enter the demon kings academy
are really promising. They are already called the chaos generation.
Amongst them are many people regarded as the potential founder
Should I go then?
“We are looking forward to seeing you. You who has inherited the
talents of the founder.”
I’ve decided. Strike while the iron is hot. I’ll go to Deruzogedo. It’ll be
inconvenient with this body though.
I use the growth magic. My body was wrapped in light and grew up
to the age of 16.
It’s midnight now. Because both my parents are asleep I won’t have
any issue leaving.
“Who!?”
Crap, did you get up? Moreover, in this form, she won’t understand
that it’s me.
“Of course I did. Even if you grew up a bit Arnos-chan is still Arnos-
chan.”
It’s a bit embarrassing to be called chan when I’m the demon king.
“Where are you going this late at night? It’s dangerous outside.”
Even though I’m a reincarnated being it doesn’t change the fact that
I’m her son. Since I was found I guess I can’t leave silently now.
My mother tilts her head to side showing she doesn’t understand it.
“That’s no good. Arnos-chan is only a month old. I can’t let you live
alone. What about money?”
“How did you do this Arnos-chan? Such magic. Even the sage at the
castle can’t do this.”
Speaking of the sage at the castle, they are a master of magic and
compete for the top spot in the country.
If you couldn’t even use this low-level type of magic back in the age
of myths you would have died but apparently, the world has become
very peaceful.
“No matter how great a magic you can use no means no. Also, you
shouldn’t call your own name like that if you are an adult. Okay?”
“There’s no holding a man back from the road he’s decided on.”
“But dear, Arnos-chan is only a month old and I don’t know anything
about this school.”
“They say if you don’t see a boy for 3 days they grow. Arnos is
already a month old. In that case, we will have to observe him 10
times more but father doesn’t have eyes that big.”(3)
Ah, un. It’s been a month. Having lived together for a month with my
parents I understand them. My mother is a worrywart and my dad is
a bit of a fool.
“Is it okay?”
My father nods.
…….What?
“It’s the duty of a parent to support their child. You are still young.
You are only a month old after all.”
“It’s Arnos that doesn’t understand. Listen up. Parents are always
sad and lonely when a child leaves home. You are a newborn. We
will be very lonely.”
My mother died.
(3) The three days thing is part of an old proverb but I couldn’t find a
good English source to explain it better.
The only thing that’s really changed is that its name has been
changed to demon king academy.
I turn and head off towards the row of mazoku queued up in front of
the front gate.
“Good luck, do your best Arnos! Good luck, do your best Arnos!”
Is this what human parents are like? I must admit it doesn’t feel bad
at all, just a bit embarrassing.
The blood of the mazoku is mixed but seems quite weak in him.
About the same as my dad maybe? That means he could be a
human being as well.
“Good luck, do your best Arnos! Good luck, do your best Arnos!”
That girl turns to look at my father and follows his gaze to me.
“Ah….”
“……..Nn………..”
Is she a poor talker? Taciturn perhaps? Doesn’t seem like she’ll say
anything more.
After I spoke I wondered if I had done the right thing. That’s the
name of the founder demon king. On one hand I don’t want to cause
a scene but on the other hand, I don’t see any reason to hide it
either.
“……..Misha…….”
I wonder why she didn’t show any interest? Saying that, it’s better
this way.
“……….Nn……….”
He had swarthy skin, a forged steel like body, short cut white hair
and appeared to be somewhere in his 20’s.
“Ha? Taking the admission test with your parents. When did the
demon king academy become a playground for children?”
“……….Oi, is that?”
Putting him aside for the moment, does this queue extend all along
the right-hand side? I’m sure that’s where the arena was.
I guess fighting’s not her strong point. Well, since things have
become peaceful that’s fine.
“I’m sorry. Your magical power was so weak I didn’t see you.”
“This one is the Demon duke Zepes Endou and you knowingly insult
me?”
“Demon duke……..? No, I’ve never heard of you. Are you famous?”
Aah, I see. This nickname must have been born sometime during the
last 2000 years.
He opened his hand and condensed jet back flame sprang from his
palm.
“Wha……..!?”
“Were you surprised? Good. Will you beg for your life? I’ll forgive you
if you lick my boots. If not I’ll use this dark flame that can burn even
the gods called Demon Fire and turn that ojou-chans face into a
skeleton. Hyahahahahaha!!”
“Fuu.”
“Why are you surprised? I just blew a match flame out with my
breath.”
No, I suppose that the peace at any price mindset has caused the
degradation of magic, however, this could be a good age to live in.
Mazoku that were weak can speak in such a grand manner now.
“Wait a minute.”
When I spoke, the body of Zepes stiffened like he’d been paralysed.
“……What’s wrong?”
“All those things I said…….It was not words that should have been
spoken when meeting someone for the first time……..If there is a
hole……I want to climb in. How can I apologise for what I’ve done?”
“I’ve never seen his face before. He might be the dark horse of the
chaos generation.”
So exaggerated.
I called out to Misha who was waiting for me and we began walking.
“What?”
“…….Strong…….?”
We passed into the arena where the examination was taking place.
“Please line up by the letter that was printed on your invitation card.”
“Misha’s is?”
“……Nn…….”
Separating from Misha I line up in the F row. It’s a long line but I peer
ahead using my demon eye.
It looks like my turn will take some time. At a rough count, there are
about 100 people ahead of me.
All 7 lines are the same though so there’s about 700 people here.
I know it’s been 2000 years but my decedents have increased well.
After a while, I’m finally at the front of the line looking at the waiting
room.
I can’t feel any traces of magic power so I can’t see who it’s master
is. They have hidden themselves well.
It seems there are some decent magic users in this age after all.
“Welcome, please come in. I’ll explain the contents of this practical
exam.”
Inviting me and examining me. I can’t judge if the admission for this
school is right or wrong though their first purpose is to find the
reincarnated demon king.
“In this practical test, we have students duel each other in the arena.
After beating 5 people your magic power is measured, we examine
you and if you pass you are admitted into Deruzogedo. If you lose
you will be unable to gain admission.”
I think that the test is a bit simple but it might be right for this time
and place.
“Not really.”
I opened the door at the back of the waiting room and proceeded
down a dim and long passageway.
Even though it’s my castle this is the first time I’ve used this corridor.
The arena was originally a place where people fought to show off
their skills for combat.
A light appeared as I neared the end of the corridor and I exited out
into a round stadium with high walls.
Above the wall was the spectator seats filled here and there with
mazoku.
Looking closer I can see that they are all wearing the same uniform.
Are they students at this school?
“Oops. You retreat has been blocked. Are you nervous?” Zepes said
in a proud tone of voice.
“You thought I was thinking of running away? Don’t worry, I won’t kill
you so feel at ease.”
Yare yare. I was being polite but this guy has no manners.
“Let me tell you I won’t go easy on you. I’ll change your proud face
into a soggy, tearful face full of horror then I’ll kill you.”
I glare at Zepes.
Power can be put into words but it didn’t effect Zepes this time.
“Hou, I won’t eat from that hand anymore. This armour contains the
power to block any magic cast at it.”
Zepes immediately whips out the sword that was hanging from his
waist. The blade was burning brightly.
Zepes openly shows his anger while cutting down the distance
between us.
“Bastard!”
Zepes kicks the ground and in the next moment appears in front of
me putting me in range of Zefried.
“Die.”
If I had a sword I’d have done 100 slashes by now. Well, adults
should pay attention to children when they are playing.
The demon sword Zefried was swung in a horizontal flash and was
about to connect with my neck when I absentmindedly looked
properly at the sword for the first time.
It’s the Endou family’s treasure that’s been passed down through the
generations. Even though its blunt I don’t want to break such an
important item of theirs. Truly a pang of conscience.
However.
“Indeed. Is this the first time you’ve seen one? It’s different from
modern magic. It’s true magic. It’s an old sword from the time of the
gods. Demon sword Zefried!”
If I had to compare it to the time of the gods just pick up any old stick
from the ground and it would have more magic power than this.
If you were told that this is a product from the time of the gods you
got a fake.
A true demon sword has its own will and such vast power that even
it’s user would be ruined eventually.
“Fuu.”
I blow and the fire from the demon sword Zefried goes out.
“Geh, Geeeeeeeeh!?”
“I can’t believe it. That person erased the flame from Zefried!”
“That old flame is said to not disappear until the end of the world.
Also, I didn’t see the activation of any magic!!”
“What? I just blew it out. With the amount of power hidden in that
sword, it should reignite itself in a couple of years.”
Fumu. That armour will break if I simply pat it though that would be a
bit childish on my part.
“I’ll give you a handicap. I will not move a single step from here. I
won’t use magic and I won’t empower my words or breath with
magic. I won’t move my limbs and I won’t even use my eyes or hair.
I’ll defeat you without even blinking.”
“Ha! There should be a limit to bluffing. Is that your excuse for when
you lose? Apparently, your magic really isn’t suited for battle. Ha…..”
“…Imposs……ible……this is…..”
“It’s a heartbeat.”
Magic power was infused in the beating and the sound shook Zepes
violently. Even though its an anti-demon armour its not a particularly
good item. There are a number of gaps in the anti-magic formations.
My heartbeat passed through them.
“Ka…..ha……..”
With blood seeping out from his whole body Zepes fell to his knees
and then fell forward.
“…..Wait…..bastard……”
“Ha. To inherit the blood of the founder but not being able to deliver
the finishing blow to an enemy………. to think such a thing is to bring
disgrace to this demon king tribe…….”
Does the demon king tribe mean they inherited the blood of the
demon king?
“Kill me.”
I stamp on Zepes’ head pushing his face into the stone floor.
“If I don’t use compulsion magic I can’t make you give up was it?”
“Hmm. You’re pretty amusing. Very well. It’s my victory if I make you
give up without using compulsion magic and you win if I cant.”
“Haaa? You sure? You sure do talk big. Even if I die I won’t give up!”
If I can make Zepes give up without using compulsion I win and if not
he wins is written down.
“You’re an idiot. No matter how much you hurt me I won’t give up. At
best I’ll feel sorry for you. Hyahahahahaha!”
“Gah…….”
I cut the tip of my index finger with my nail and let a single drop of
blood fall.
Resurrection magic.
“He brought the dead back to life! Such magic surpasses common
sense!!”
Why are they surprised? The spectators are getting noisy over
Zepes being revived. If I couldn’t use this magic, death would really
mean death.
“Wha…..I………”
I’m following the 3 seconds rule where it’s safe to kill someone. This
was a common joke during the age of myths. They don’t seem
amused.
“Haa…….!”
“You said you wouldn’t give up even if you died. Surely you didn’t
think your life would end with only one death?”
“Well then. Shall I ask you again? Do you want to give up?”
“Wh…..who’s giv—-!”
“Fumu, not interested I see. In my era, this was a hot topic for
debate.”
“Oops.”
“Oh. You seem a lot better now. Well then, one more time.”
“…..Please wait….”
“What is it?”
“I……..”
“You didn’t last long playing our game. I was intending to kill you at
least 10,000 times.”
I crack this little joke with a smile to show there’s no hostility but
Zepes trembles like I’ve just threatened him.
Have a lot of foolish people taken the name of the demon king in the
past so nobody thinks anything of it anymore?
I hold out my hand to Zepes and praise him but his body twitches
and shakes like he’s frightened.
Zepes runs off while shouting out a line an underling would say.
He certainly failed because of me but I didn’t kill him. Can’t he just try
again next year?
He will return home healthy and come back to fight me again. During
the age of myth, many mazoku found happiness and shed tears of
gratitude in this place.
“Unnecessary.”
I don’t need a 10-minute break. That last fight wasn’t even a warm
up. I’ll actually get tired from so much free time.
I’ve got another 4 people to beat. I hope they are not all small fry.
“Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaa!!”
“Shameless.”
“Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaa!!”
The long-haired mazoku throws him away like garbage and walks
towards me.
Am I the mongrel?
It’s actually quite funny. I feel like a mother watching the fight
between two sons.
Yare yare. Who’s the naive one here? I don’t want to spoil their fun
though. What I will say though is killing your own allies is stupid. If
you did this in the age of myths you wouldn’t live long.
“What a boring sense of justice you have using such grand magic
like resurrection just to make someone give up. Everything is settled
if you kill them.”
I see. Over there? Seats in the third row have mazoku not wearing a
uniform. Are they also examinee’s. Is my next opponent there?
My power doesn’t care how mixed your blood is. It’s completely
unrelated to how much you inherit.
In the first place, the idea that pure blood is strong and mixed is
weak is fundamentally flawed. A single drop of demon king blood is
all that is required.
“No, not really. I couldn’t care less about such stupid things.”
“Yeah, stupid. Because he was strong he was called the demon king
by others without his permission. Pureblood? His position? Ha. Don’t
make me laugh.”
The long-haired mazoku’s eyes were now thirsting for blood at the
way I was talking.
“You words this day, disregarding the founder’s great exploits and
criticising the royalty means your death. This great demon emperor
Liorg Endou will put you to death.”
“…..What?”
“I don’t get it. Your thinking is that the demon king will reincarnate but
will be an idiot that doesn’t understand who they are?”
“Shut up! To doubt the 7 royal demon families is a grave sin!!” (1)
The 7 royal demon families. Another strange alias came out. I’d
better look it up.
“It’s fine. Let’s make it quick. I’ll teach your body that I’m the
founder.”
“Show this guy what happens to people who criticise the royalty.”
As he speaks 3 mazoku get up from the seats and jump into the
arena.
“Have you lost your nerve? This is a respected entrance exam. It will
be a pain to have to defeat them one by one. Let’s just save the time
and effort. Perhaps this will prove who the founder is.”
The owl referee flying overhead doesn’t point out that this is a rule
violation.
I see. This must also be one of their privileges. I guess the power of
the royalty means I can only pass by such means.
“It’s too late now. Just regret your own remarks and die.”
“What?”
“I’m saying that these 4 small fry are not enough to prove I’m the
founder. Get everyone to come down here and line them up.”
“Bastard……..”
Liorg didn’t even need to order it. The mazoku watching started
jumping down one after the other.
Though he was raging a little while ago Liorg was now laughing. Is it
because he’s got numerical superiority?
“Do you have time to talk? Several seconds have already passed.”
After being told Liorg finally see’s the flow of magic power as he puts
magic into his eyes. As soon as he did he was taken aback.
Has he finally noticed that his own magical power was running out of
control?
“Wha, what did you do? What the hell did you do!!”
“You’ll die.”
After the explosion settles the arena is littered with heaps of bodies.
However, I think I can tentatively say that they are all still alive for the
time being. I expressly warned them. It’s so sad that these people
are my direct descendants yet they are on the verge of death.
His right arm is dyed red. If he’s not careful that arm will be useless
for the rest of his life.
On the plus side, he’s less wounded that I thought he would be. He
must have judged that he wouldn’t be in time to stop it so he sent all
the power to his right arm.
“What? I only threatened you a little. Your core, your source of power
was scared of me and went wild.”
“What a joke……”
It’s actually the truth but Liorg doesn’t seem to believe me.
To begin with, magic is created from the core of our being, our root if
you will. If the core is altered or scared, the magic produced by it can
go out of control.
Should I praise him that he can still show such great hostility towards
me or should I admonish him that he’s that stupid he can’t tell the
ability of his opponent?
“I see. However, the fact is that I’m perfectly fine and you are not. I
am closer to the founder than you.”
“Yare yare. Did you see me come with a magic tool or use one? I
understand that you don’t want to admit my ability but your argument
is hilarious.”
“Mongrel……..”
Where’s this obsession with pure blood come from? It wasn’t like this
2000 years ago.
Liorg thrust out his mostly dead right arm and a magic formation
appears.
That is……………?
“You should be sorry. This origin magic is a forbidden spell. It’s over
for you.”
Intense sparks scatter as the lightning and the barriers react to each
other.
*thud thud thud* fragments from the spectator gallery come raining
down while a cloud of smoke billows up. The figure of Liorg emerges
from the debris.
“Magical power dwells in old things and origin magic is a magic that
borrows its power from a source with greater magical power than
yourself.”
Liorg is astonished.
It’s hardly a secret. I developed it after all. Of course I’d know about
it.
“If you deal with origin magic it’s the standard strategy to borrow the
power from an old existence with more powerful magic. However,
the older it is the more uncertain its existence becomes and the
control to borrow its power becomes increasingly difficult. This is why
it becomes unmanageable to borrow vast amounts of magic power.”
To use <Jirasudo> this time that fellow used magic power deeply
related to him. An owner of huge magical power that even killed
gods 2000 years ago.
Certainly, to use origin magic in this age they will struggle to find a
suitable origin.
However
“I’m sorry but when you use origin magic the item you are borrowing
the power from cannot be affected by it. Did you not know that?”
I’ll teach him what a magic battle is all about. He’s nothing but a
sapling in my eyes but I’ll favour him a bit. Is this parental affection
on my part as the founder?
“A………chance……..?”
Zepes’ body appears in the formation but it’s not Ingaru this time.
The meat is too rotten for that.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!! It hurts…..ithurtsithurtsithurts………..elder
brother……why did you kill me……..why was I killed………..elder
brothter………why………”
“Noisy!!”
His pride as a pureblood would not let him live with the disgrace of
being hurt by his younger brother who he looked down on.
“Unfortunately my tastes are not that bad. I told you I’d give you a
chance.”
“I’ve already told you that your idea of power is misplaced. You killed
Zepes because you thought him useless and weak but now he’s
stronger than you as a zombie. First off, amend your idea about your
brother being useless.”
“Wh…..what……!?”
He looks very surprised. It seems Liorg didn’t know that you can
combine powers so he would never even have thought about relying
on his younger brother.
He must only have seen him as an enemy that was now a zombie.
“Bullshit! You said that those that became zombies burned with
hatred for when they were killed and suffer unending pain!! There’s
no way this thing is sane!”
“…….Wh………!?”
“That’s just running away and making it easier for yourself. Believe in
it. Your brothers’ bond. Forget your positions, forget younger and
older and just accept it.”
“Hate……..hate……kill………kill…….kill………!!”
“Aaaaaaaah….aaaaaaaaaah….pain……pain…….pain……kill……
kill…….I’ll kill you!”
“How naive! Then now is the time to get along. Clear away your
feeling and hatred. Now, call it. Call your younger brothers name. I
suggest you be quick and honest because if you fail to show your
bond you will die!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
In the current age, the mazoku have become weak. Magic has
degenerated and become weak, however, a brothers bond is
something that will not change with time.
“Uaaaaaaargh!! Zepeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!”
“Guahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”
“Hmmm”
After confirming that the barrier has gone I retrace my steps to the
entrance where I came in.
I use resurrection <Ingaru> to undo his zombie state and bring Liorg
back as well.
“Good grief. You actually killed each other. You became a zombie
and lost all reason. You’re a troublesome pair.”
Liorg and Zepes watch me like they want to say something but
nothing comes out. I guess they don’t have a valid argument.
“See you. Come again when you get stronger. I’ll play with you
anytime.”
“…..Never again………monster…….”
“Yo Misha.”
The girl turns around with her long platinum blonde hair shaking
gently.
“Although you said you were not good at fighting you seem to have
broken through the practical test.”
“…..By chance……”
I’ve got the vague feeling that this was explained but I wasn’t
interested so I didn’t listen.
“If you pass the practical exam you are admitted. All that’s left is
magic power measurement and an aptitude test.”
I look around but everyone’s state is odd. Nobody will make eye
contact with me.
I see.
“If you know that were you in the audience seats Misha?”
With her usual expressionless look, Misha shook her head from side
to side.
All the mirrors in this room project images from all around
Deruzogedo so Misha watched my match from here.
“I don’t get it. Why are they frightened of <Iglum>? It’s not much of a
spell really.”
“……..Is it bad?”
“……………”
“…..Got it…….”
It’s hard to imagine what exactly could scare Misha. Though she
seems absentminded she’s not timid.
“Here.”
The other examinees seem to know the place as well. Several lines
begin to form.
When you touch the crystal it reads your magic and displays the
number on the mirror.
[126]
[218]
[145]
The owl sits in front of the mirror and reads out the numbers.
“………..Same result……..”
“…..Nn…….”
[100246]
Instinctively I was impressed. It was only 3 digit figures until now but
Misha is in the hundred thousands. She’s got even more talent for
magic than I thought.
After praising her a little she became a bit shy and looked down.
“……..Arnos……..more amazing……..?”
“Aah.”
Perhaps it will exceed a hundred million? If that’s the case then the
people of this age have severely dulled.
[0]
As the owl speaks a noise rings out and the crystal breaks into
pieces.
That would mean that I would be unable to use magic at all. That
should be easy to understand but the owl said.
“What’s wrong?”
Oh, I see.
“Impossible.”
“Why?”
“It broke.”
My magic power was too strong causing the crystal to break but
other people won’t understand this.
Also, all decisions have been left to these familiars, but they can only
act as instructed. There’s no way the familiar would know what to do
The fact that it broke and that an impossible reading of 0 was given
was irrelevant.
“Some people will understand what it means but even so it’s still
supposed to be almost impossible.”
If I’m being fair, I suppose they would never have guessed that
someone with enough power to break the crystal would turn up for
the entrance exam.
On the other hand the story of the founder demon king reincarnating
has been passed down. Also, Misha said it was the first time she’d
seen it. My breaking it may actually count for something.
Another thing I’ve found out is that the demon eyes of the current
mazoku are also weak.
If they had even a bit of talent anyone looking at the crystal using
their demon eyes could have seen what happened.
Has the thought not occurred to anyone that the demon king Arnos
would be outside of the standards of magic power?
“You’re welcome.”
After entering the room an owl perched on a stone statue opens its
mouth.
“………Well then……….”
“Ou. Later.”
“In this aptitude test, we measure your thoughts against the cruelty
of the demon king. In addition, we perform a simple test on your
knowledge of the demon king. We are reading your thoughts so
cheating will not be permitted.”
“In the age of myth, the founder destroyed Deiruheido using Flame
Prison Annihilation Cannon <Geo Greys>. As a result, all of
Deiruheido was burnt to the ground and many mazoku lives were
lost. Why did he perform such an act of violence? What were the
founder’s feelings at the time?”
At that time I was in the middle of a long battle with the hero Kanon.
Thanks to that I fell into a half-sleep state and thought I was fighting
Kanon and used <Geo Greys> by accident.
If you can’t even do that much then you are not worthy of being
called the demon king.
“You defy mass murder even though that was the creed of the
founder. Describe why this was the correct reason for the demon
king.”
And so the aptitude test continues, however, all the questions are
about me. Naturally, I know the answers so I answer without any
hesitation.
30 minutes later the aptitude test is finished and I leave the room.
“………..I waited………”
“For me?”
“Sorry. Is the day over now we’ve done the aptitude test?”
“With me?”
“Yeah.”
“That okay?”
“If you’ve got some business to take care of don’t worry about it.”
“…….I’ll go……..”
“Really? Okay then, do you want to come to my house first? I’m sure
my mother is making a feast and waiting.”
“Like this?”
“Understood.”
It’s a wooden house with the 2nd floor being our living area.
I say this but Misha is still staring at the signboard in front of us.
“…….Magic?………”
Misha closes her mouth then opens it again and mutters some
words.
“……Lost magic……..”
“What is it?”
“It’s a magic that no one knows how to use anymore. It was lost back
in the age of myths.”
“……Arnos is a genius…..?”
“…..Serious…….”
“No no, I’m sorry. It’s a bit embarrassing being called a genius for
just this much.”
I won’t deny I’m a genius though. Anyway, I only want to be told this
when I use magic no one else can use.
“……Reincarnated……?”
“I am proof. This is my power but the people in this time have weak
demon eyes and don’t have the ability to stare into the abyss that is
my power.”
Originally the demon king proved his existence by power but in this
era, they are obsessed with pure blood, royalty and other superficial
things.
If Misha can’t see it then pretty much everyone else will have no
idea.
If I press it any more than this it will become an annoyance for her.
“…..Nn…….”
“I passed.”
Yare yare. She wasn’t the one that passed so how can she get so
much pleasure from this?
When I used to ask what a demon king should eat I used to get the
frightening answer back of [humans].
They used to get loud saying that the demon king eating gratin was
setting a bad example for others. Idiots.
Demon King is the name of the person who can be as selfish as they
want.
“Fufu, got it. Arnos-chan loves mushroom gratin. I knew you’d say
that so I prepared it in advance.”
I turn around and introduce Misha who was hiding behind my back.
“…..I see……..”
“Pappa knew that this day would come but the time still feels a little
short.”
My father has a full smile on his face and my mother is filled with
tears again.
“Yeah…….”
“Alright, it’s decided. Let’s start cooking right away. C’mon Isabella
smile, smile.”
“Aah, it’s alright Arnos. You don’t have to help today. Papa will help.”
Once we are in my room my dad closes the door but just before he
shuts it his face tightens.
“Listen up Arnos. The cooking will take about 2 hours. Even if you let
out a loud voice your mom won’t hear it so do a good job.” (1)
“Um, father.”
“I’m sorry Misha. I’ll talk to them later when they’ve calmed down.”
“……Nn…….”
“…..Empty room………”
Oh yeah, I remember the human who was seeing Misha off this
morning.
“…….Different……”
“……..Not my father……”
Misha nods.
“……Busy……”
“…..Gentle……”
“Me?”
“No no, sorry. It’s just the first time I’ve been called that.”
“…..Why is that…….?”
“Well……..”
“For the sake of bringing about this world you now live in I was an
oni, a demon, a heretic, what colour is your blood? I was them all.”
“Me? No way.”
That guy Zepes did his best to turn his brother to cinders.
“……..It’s a result…..”
“It is?”
Misha nods
“……Arnos is gentle…..”
They were completely unexpected words but it didn’t feel bad at all.
“…..Older sister…..”
“Aah, a little.”
“……Gentle……”
I thought she might tell me about her older sister but Misha just
smiled a little.
Dinner was finally ready so Misha and I moved to the living room.
“Now then, eat up” my mother said setting down a large platter full of
mushroom gratin before serving it out onto smaller plates.
“……Nn…….”
“This is…….?”
Eryngii, Porcini and one I don’t know. It’s always only one type of
mushroom!
“Uuh…………!!”
Delicious……
“Fufu. Though Arnos-chan grew so big right away your face is still
like a child when eating.”
My mother said such a thing while I was in a trance eating the gratin.
*Cough**cough**cough*
“Ah……aah…..yeah”
I was careless. The surprise made the gratin go down the wrong
way.
To make me, the one called the demon king lose his calm. My
mother’s gratin has terrible power.
“……….His kindness………”
Fumu. I see. Is this what’s called a doting parent? It’s my first time
experiencing it. It’s quite embarrassing.
“………Filial piety……..”
All right. Right here and now lets lightly correct this.
My mother came back with some more gratin and I started to devour
it.
“And with that sorted. How did your love with Arnos-chan begin
Misha-chan?”
Good grief.
Besides, there’s still some gratin left. I have to eat it while it’s still hot.
Alright. This is the question I need. I can explain the truth with this. If
you’ve never kissed how can you be lovers?
“……….We haven’t…….”
“What will you do? Arnos-chan is only 1 month old. It’s a while until
he’s of marriageable age. It’s quite a wait.”
“…………1 month……….?”
Even amongst mazoku, those that can use magic in their first month
are quite rare. In other words, it’s another piece of proof that I’m the
reincarnated demon lord.
It will still take more than that to make people believe though.
Resurrection magic wasn’t something only the demon lord could use
after all.
“Is that so? My husband is also younger. It’s a good thing. Arnos-
chan is so cute.”
“…..Cute……?”
I had hoped that my mother would calm down soon but she’s getting
even more excited. She hasn’t stopped to draw breath so I’ve had no
chance to correct her about Misha.
Before anyone knew it dinner was over. Everyone was talking lively
so it had become quite late.
“Think of your home. I’ll read your mind and send you there.”
“….Can do that…..?”
“Easily.”
“……..Amazing……..”
“……..Was fun……..”
“Even so. After my parents calm down I’ll correct them and let them
know we are only friends.”
“…….Friends……..?”
“…..Friend…..?”
“……..Happy……..”
“I see.”
“……Goodbye……..”
Misha disappeared.
(2) A bit late in the day but I want to point out Arno’s speech and
thoughts. It’s hard to translate properly but he speaks and thinks in a
very manly/rough/arrogant/rude manner normally. The exceptions
are generally his parents and Misha who he’s mostly polite with and
shows respect. In this thought, he calls himself “this me” or “me-
sama”. A more direct but stilted translation would be Misha looks at
me-sama. Moving forward I’ll be looking how to make this more
obvious with his speech and thoughts but it’s hard thanks to
Japanese and its different forms of address etc that just don’t
translate well or at all into English.
Today is the first day of school and many students are passing
through the front gate.
At first glance, I’d say its split about 50-50 and does not seem to be
affected by school year.
The thing is I haven’t seen anyone else apart from me with a cross.
Also, it feels like I’m being stared at.
Most of the people looking seemed human and their gazes seemed
interested.
It didn’t seem like I was stared at this much during the entrance
exam. Whatever, no point thinking about it too deeply.
This is my castle after all so I know where it is. I head off up the
stairs towards my classroom.
Desks and chairs are lined up and all the students look at me.
I’m not accustomed to such things but I heard that first greeting are
very important.
Let’s impress them with how good natured and friendly I am.
“Good morning everyone! I’ll be ruling this class! Anyone who defies
me will be slaughtered!”
“Yo.”
When I greeted her, Misha turned her cold gaze to me and paid me
attention.
“……Morning…….”
“…..Nn…….”
“………Joke?”
“Should I better familiarise myself with the class a bit more first?”
“…..Nn…….”
“I feel like I’ve been looked at all morning. Do you know why?”
“……..Not angry……?”
“…..Your mark…..”
“It shows the results of your magic power measurement and aptitude
test.”
“Ohh, that’s why they are different. How are they classified?”
“…..It’s the first time in the history of the Demon King Academy that
mark has been given…..”
Because I had the time I checked up on the school. Only the original
Demon King which is me can be called Demon King. Others must be
called Demon Emperors. The Demon King Tribe is those mazoku
that have the blood of the founder in them.
“No one from the Demon King Tribe has been judged inept until now.
Arnos is the first.”
Fumu. I don’t understand how you can judge the aptitude of the
Demon King but to push the mark of an inept person onto the
genuine founder can only mean that the inspection method is wrong.
I had thought that I would be found out by the other side as soon as I
entered the academy. It seems the mazoku have degenerated much
much further than I thought.
“……Confident…….?”
“Yeah.”
Answer the name of the founder, the feelings of the founder, all the
questions were about me.
No…..wait.
“My name?”
“…….Arnos…….”
“Full name?”
“Arnos Voldigod.”
I see.
“Hang on.”
“…..Nn…….”
A name emerged.
“………Who’s that…….?”
“……..Is correct. There is no one from the Demon King Tribe who
would get the name of the Demon King wrong.”
Misha nods.
“I see.”
In other words, because they were afraid to say my name over 2000
years they have forgotten my true name and handed down the
wrong name.
Thinking carefully Liorg said that origin magic risked your life. I
understand what he meant now. He used me as his origin but
because my name is wrong he truly did risk his life.
“The closer they are to the thoughts and feelings of the Demon King
of Tyranny.”
I see.
“By the way. What type of person was the Demon King of Tyranny?”
In this state, it’s no wonder I’ve been branded inept. I was judged as
not even knowing the name of the Demon King.
“Okay. I get the badges but whats with the two uniforms?”
Even in this class half wear white and half wear black.
“Like Liorg?”
Misha nods.
I see. Basically, there are those that want to show off their power at
the entrance exam. That explains why there was only small fry there.
Those that are truly strong have no need to show off.
[Emilia Roodwell]
“Right, let’s not waste any time. First off we will split into groups. If
you want to become a team leader please announce your candidacy,
however, the condition is you have to be able to use magic to teach
from now on.”
“This is probably the first time you’ve seen it but this is the magic for
Demon King Army <Guys>. Briefly put, under the hand of the king it
gives strength to the subordinates in his army. We’ll be practising this
in class. You will attempt to draw this formation and if it’s judged that
you can then you have the qualification to be a team leader.”
It’s basically diving the class, not into those who can be team leaders
but those that have the qualification to aim at being a Demon
Emperor.
Yare yare. Just because I’ve been branded as inept and announced
my candidacy they react like this?
Certainly, looking around, all the hands raised are black clothes
except me.
“Why?”
Yare yare. Every single one of them. He that knows little often
repeats it.
“I didn’t say such a stupid thing. I’ll prove mixed blood surpasses
pureblood. If I can prove it you will accept me.”
Emilia sighs.
I suddenly laugh.
“Yes.”
“No way. That’s impossible. <Guys> goes back 2000 years in this
form. No one has ever found a defect.”
“I found it 2000 years ago but never got around to fixing it before I
reincarnated.”
“This is its perfect form. If you call yourself a teacher tell me what
you see.”
“To point out the defect in a formation the first time you’ve seen
it…….and then rewrite it. Such a thing. I’ve never heard of it before.
We haven’t even touched the basics of magic foundation yet.”
“It’s regrettable.”
“The magic effect was doubled before. The magic gate interfered
with 3 characters causing it to double up on itself.”
“Ah………..”
“…..I……”
“Hmm?”
All the students who had previously raised their hands stood up.
She looks strong minded with good features and a good stature.
She’s actually similar to Misha but most importantly their magical
wavelengths are similar.
“Well then, before you start grouping up, students who are running
as team leaders please introduce yourselves. We’ll start with………
Sasha-san.”
The twin tail from earlier huh. She smiles with a determined
expression.
“I’m from the Necron family and a direct descendant of one of the
original 7 demon emperors Aivis Necron. I’m Sahsa Necron the witch
of ruin. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
I see. The older sister she doesn’t know if she’s on good terms with
or not.
That means.
“Different mothers?”
“………Same parents……..”
“What?”
“Your family?”
First off let’s introduce myself. I turn towards the students and
declare in a dignified manner
“I’m the Demon King of Tyranny Arnos Voldigod. I’ll tell you all right
now that the name of the demon king you believe in is wrong. The
real name is Arnos Voldigod. Not that any of you will believe me. I
don’t blame you though. In time, you will understand. Pleased to
meet you.”
The students stand up at her words and move to the people they
like.
Seems like another mechanism to test the ability of those that would
lead.
“It seems so. The witch of ruin. Another hopeful in the chaos
generation. Some people are saying that she’s the founder
reincarnated.”
“Yeah, I’d heard that too. The owner of huge magic power and
powerful magic.”
Misha who was sitting next to me stands up. For a moment she
looks at Sasha then looks at me with her usual deadpan expression.
“Really?”
“……..Nn……”
“I’m saved.”
“That’s right.”
What’s happened to the others? I could just use magic to gather and
compel more members but wheres the fun in that?
While thinking along those lines a blonde girl pushes through the
crowds.
It’s Sasha.
“Aah.”
“You only seem to have one member and its a defective doll-san at
that.”
“Don’t you know? That child isn’t a mazoku but she’s not human
either. Like I said earlier she’s a defective doll-san. No life, no soul,
no will. Just a trash doll that only works due to magic.”
A magic doll?
She said their parents were the same. Was she created using their
blood?
“If you think that a magic doll has no life nor soul then your
understanding of magic is pitifully shallow. Concentrate your demon
eyes even further and stare into the abyss.”
“I’ll give you some advice. If you stay by such a cursed doll-san
something bad will happen. Nee, you understand that right?”
“…..No way……”
I glare back at Sasha. My eyes fill with magic and spell formations
appear in them.
“What’s up? Did you think you could do something I couldn’t do? Let
me give you some pointers on how to use <demon eyes of ruin>.”
I was saying some good lines but Sasha’s magic technique is still
immature. I’ll teach her something for future reference.
“……..Ah……….ah…….”
“…..In fact. There’s a gag order in place so the story won’t spread
but I was watching that fellows entrance exam. Arnos was
performing instant death spells on Liorg-sama.”
“Revived!?”
“Zepes was then turned into a zombie and made to kill Liorg-sama.
He turned him into charcoal.”
“Suc….such a thing.”
“…..Eh? I’m sure I saw Liorg-sama after the entrance exam though.”
“How long are you going to stay senile? It’s only the outer layer of
your mind I disintegrated. The core of your mind is still firm.”
“By the way Sasha, you have pretty good magic power. Won’t you
join my group?”
Was it an unexpected line? Her eyes open widely and she appeared
to be at a loss for words.
(3) She uses Gokigenyou to great Arnos which (in anime and manga
anyway) is normally heard from rich and privileged ladies in private
schools.
“Quit then.”
“Haaaaa!?”
“If you join my group you can patch up your relationship with Misha.”
Are you defending her because she’s your older sister or do you
really think that? It’s hard to judge due to Misha’s deadpan
expression.
“……..It’s my fault……”
Fumu. Even after being called a trash doll, Misha doesn’t seem to
hate her sister.
“…..Gentle……”
“………………..”
“…….Nn………”
“Okay then. It seems that the groups have been decided. I’ll continue
with my explanation so everyone please return to your seats.”
At the sound of Emilia’s voice, all the students return to their seats.
“From this point on I will be teaching you all magic and we will be
starting with Demon King Army <Guys>. This magic is especially
suited for warfare so in 1 week there will be a test. All groups will
fight each other so please study hard for it.”
It’s a bit of strange magic though. Depending on the user and their
subordinates it has 7 classes and changes.
Sorcerer (Mage)
Therapist (Healer)
Summoner (Summoner)
The caster of the spell will always be the Demon King (King) and
supply the magic effects to their subordinates. It’s also possible to
supply magic power as well.
Naturally, if the Demon King (King) dies or runs out of magic power
then the spell is cancelled and the magic effect disappears.
“I’ll now judge if the team leaders can use this magic.”
If the team leaders can’t use this magic then their members will have
chosen poorly.
In order, each team leader cast Demon King Army <Guys>. None of
them failed or seemed to have a particular problem.
“Very good. I’ll now give a detailed explanation of the spell. First off
—–“
Emilia restarts the class, however, because this is the magic that I
developed I already know it all.
While my consciousness was absent the class bell rang and the
lesson ended.
“Misha.”
“…..Wake up…..?”
“No need.”
I thought they’d start talking but there’s nothing but silence for some
reason.
“……Friend…..”
“I see. Is it fun?”
“…….Nn……..”
“Kyaaa!!”
“Couldn’t you tell from my magic power flow that I was awake? You
truly are a pitiable person.”
Although she can’t control it her <demon eyes of ruin> are beautiful
and that beauty is a manifestation of her talent.
“Let’s fight.”
2000 years ago those with the courage to say that to me in such a
dignified manner were rare amongst both the humans and mazoku.
I see.
“Most amusing.”
“If you win I’ll step down as team leader and join your group.”
“I get you.”
“No. You will cut all ties with that doll over there and become my
thing. You will offer your absolute obedience to what I say. I won’t
permit any back talk.”
“Misha, remember this. All of your things are mine. Even your
friends. I will not give anything to you at all. Such an interesting toy is
wasted on you.”
Yare yare. I don’t know where these spiteful remarks to Misha are
coming from, also, Why am I being treated like a toy?
“……..Thank you……..”
“Don’t worry. I’ll do my best against the other teams next week.
“………I’ll do my best……”
For the group opposition test, I headed to the Demon Wood Forest
behind Deruzogedo Demon King Academy.
“Now then. Divide into 2 teams and we will begin the test
immediately. Sasha’s team will go first.”
“I understand.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Then the first two groups will be Sasha and Arnos. Your results will
affect your grades so don’t hold back. Do your best.”
Emilia then leaves the forest along with the other students.
Both sides are using Demon King Army <Guys> so in effect, we are
simulating a war.
Even though its just a simulation I can’t seem to get away from war.
“Aah.”
“I don’t know what kind of contract you drew with your <Sekt> so I
didn’t sign it.”
Even though she was being looked at by the <demon eyes of ruin>
Misha wasn’t bothered and stared back at her older sister.
Misha holds up her palm and invokes the magic formation for
<Sekt>.
Saying her piece Sasha abruptly turns around and leads her
members off to the east side of the demon tree forest.
“Shall we go too?”
“……..Nn………”
Walking properly we arrive at the west side and wait for a while.
“The test between Sasha group and Arnos group will now begin.
Don’t bring shame to the founder’s name. Beat your enemy with your
full power!!”
The age of myths was not peaceful like now so I only did what I did
because it gave the best results.
If the user of Demon King Army <Guys> is skilled they can raise the
power even further.
The proper tactic will show the maximum power of me and Misha.
I’m going to do something that the other side would never expect.
“…….What…..?”
“The Demon King (King) class shares its power with its subordinates
while becoming weak itself. The standard strategy is to build a
demon king castle and stay inside for protection.”
As long as they stay in the Demon King Castle the (King) can have
its power raised. How well the (King) can perform and is protected is
down to how skilful the (Guardian) is though.
“………………….”
Misha’s face doesn’t change but her silence had a surprised element
to it.
“……..Reckless…….”
“That’s what the other side will think as well. We can completely
outthink them like this.”
“……..Be okay……..?”
“Well, usually this tactic would lead to our defeat. I’d be shot with that
much magic fire I’d look like a honeycomb but if there is enough
power difference it will work.”
“You worried?”
Misha nods.
“……..Be careful……….”
“…….Strange…..?”
“No.”
“……Nn…….”
Waving at Misha I head off into the east side of the forest where
Sasha’s group is.
After a few minutes, a huge magical power flow comes from behind
me.
They will probably be hollow shells as they are only decoys but even
so. For Misha to construct 3 huge castles in such a short period of
time is outstanding. Her magic power far exceeds others in her
class.
Excluding me of course.
“Two are probably traps. The Demon King (King) will be hidden in
the remaining one.”
“Understood!”
I see. Assuming its one class per unit that 12 people heading off to
the 3 castles.
She’s still got more than half her units at her position. She’s being
more cautious than I thought.
Now then——
That took longer than expected. A huge Demon King castle has
appeared on the enemies side. Until I had a destination I couldn’t
move out.
My field of vision turns pure white and the next moment Sasha’s
Demon King castle appears in front of me.
“Sa, Sasha-sama!?”
“What’s wrong?”
“If the Demon King (King) wants to come alone that’s fine. He might
as well beg me to kill him. He probably intended to surprise us but
we’ll teach him the folly of his reckless tactics!”
“The cause is the method in how you constructed the spell. The
recall rate of the formation is 89%. That’s pretty low so it enabled me
to monitor you.”
“That’s stupid! If the recall rate is 89% then it can be used to conceal
secret communications on a national level but you’re saying it can be
intercepted!”
Good grief. I took the time to carefully teach them but they don’t
believe me.
“Even if he’s monitoring our <Liikus> he’s still the enemy (King) and
he’s here alone. This castle was constructed by 7 (Guardians). He
won’t be able to breach even the first layer.”
However………
“If you are only cautious of magic then you don’t know what a real
battle is.”
With a groaning sound, the Demon King castle is ripped from the
ground.
“I can’t believe it. That guy…..Arnos Voldigod, he’s lifting the castle
out of the ground!!”
I completely lift the castle out of the ground using only one hand.
“….No way…… Where’s he getting the power from? He’s the (King)
and he’s not receiving any protection….How…..?”
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
“Mon, monster! Not only lifting the castle but swinging it around as
well!?”
In the first place, these people have gotten too used to peace and no
longer train their bodies. Before starting to use strong magic you
need to work on your physical strength.
I throw the castle away using the centrifugal force I’d built up. The
huge Demon King castle flies through the sky cutting through the air
and then smashes into the ground.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
Fumu. Have I gone too easy on them? There’s less impact than I
thought and the castle has stuck in the ground in only a semi-ruined
state.
They can still fight it appears but how will they get out?
As I slowly walk towards the Demon King castle I’m still hearing
voices from Thought Transmission.
“Bu, but Sasha-sama. With the castle in this state even if you use all
the magic power from the sorceress [mages] the success rate for
<Geo Greys> is less than 20%!”
“Don’t lose your nerve! Recognise the power of our enemy. He’s a
mongrel and carries the mark of the inept but he’s a monster! He
threw a castle. Do you think halfhearted magics will work on him?”
Magic particles begin to rise from the Demon King castle and a
three-dimensional magic formation appears. The Demon King castle
itself is turned into a huge magical focus.
She’s worthy of her name the Witch of Ruin. She’s got a rare talent.
It’s impossible with Sasha’s power alone but after training to use
Demon King Army <Guys> for a week she’s now at a level where
“Are you all prepared? All your power and all your feelings. Leave
them to me.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s win…..”
The magic formation hangs above the castle and takes on a gunport
type shape, Magical power concentrates in its centre.
The magic power concentrates to its utmost then explodes in one go.
A comet that looks like a black sun shoots at me.
Thinking about it, this is my first time using attack magic in this era.
“Go.”
The small flame that I fired collides with <Geo Greys> and in the
next moment, a hole appears in the jet black sun. From the hole, a
red flame rapidly wraps up the black sun and devours it.
It only took an instant but the huge <Geo Greys> was burnt without a
trace.
The flame that I had fired plunged deeply into the castle and burst
open. The castle is soon wrapped up in flames and burns down
causing the walls and ceilings to collapse with a noisy rattle.
Sasha had a narrow escape. She escaped from the castle using
Flight <Fres> while carrying two Sorcerers [Mage’s].
“…..Eh……?”
“Wha……..Gre……ga……..?”
“…..What….did….you….say….”
“Such a thing……”
As I finish speaking I take one step forward and the [Mages] begin to
tremble all over.
They are crushed by despair and lose the will to fight completely
causing them to lose consciousness.
“…..Far superior……monster……”
“………”
Even if she says that it’s not like we were really at war or something.
“Join me as a subordinate.”
After thinking for a while Sasha reaches out to take my hand with no
hesitation or fear.
Just before she takes it she glares at me and activates her <Demon
Eyes of Ruin> hitting me with their full strength.
“Die!!”
“I refuse.”
“I refuse.”
I laughed.
“Let me tell you something, Sasha. If the end of killing someone was
only death then I’d have died 2000 years ago.”
“What’s that?”
“Well yeah. I’m hoping you both get along. It would make Misha
happy.”
“I see. Hmph.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m telling the truth. I have never seen such beautiful demon eyes.”
“Are you listening?” I ask Sasha who’s facing the other way. She
turns to face me again.
For the last week, I’ve been going to Deruzogedo but nothing
happened. No surprise raids by the humans, no petty tricks by the
spirits, not even some conspiracy from the gods. Nothing at all.
“……………”
Can’t be helped.
“Here.”
“I said I’d show you but it’s faster to actually experience it.”
“It doesn’t matter which hand you take but I can’t show you if you
don’t hold my hand.”
“………………..”
“Misha.”
“……Nn…..”
“What! Why!?”
“If you don’t want to see it that’s fine. I won’t be breaking the contract
that way.”
Sasha quietens down and holds out her hand to Misha again.
“Hold it tighter.”
“Like this?”
“……..Nn……”
Somehow her expressionless face seemed really happy like she was
smiling broadly.
“Nee, you. What are you talking about with your eyes?”
I stare into Sasha’s eyes and her face quickly turns red.
“Fumu. You are not used to meeting peoples gazes due to your
<Demon Eyes of Ruin> are you Sasha?”
“No…..that’s……..not….”
I use Transfer <Gatom>. Our view is dyed pure white and the next
moment I’m outside my house. Blacksmith/appraisers [Solar Wind].
“Rather than that, that magic just now was <Gatom> wasn’t it? How
did a mongrel learn a lost magic? Teach me!”
“Don’t be so restrained.”
“I’m not!”
“…..Nn…..”
“Please wait!”
“Huh?”
“…I……me too……”
“What?”
“….So…..I’ll go……”
“No! My purpose is <Gatom> That’s it. Will you stop it with your
strange suspicions.”
Looks like I was right with her getting so excited and denying it.
Perhaps she unexpectedly wants to just hang out? Whatever. I
should stop poking her. Misha gets depressed when I get too
stubborn.
“I won.”
“Aah, ou……”
“Welcome Misha-chan…….eh?”
“Nice to meet you mother. I’m Sasha Necron. I’m pleased to make
your acquaintance.” Sasha lifts the hem of her skirt and elegantly
bows. “…..Mother-sama…….what……?!” (1)
“I’m fine and calm.” Sasha tells my mother who’s still wound up.
“…………”
“It’s Necron.”
“Ah, then……”
“Arnos. Papa was, papa was also naughty in the old days though I
did it through fencing hahahaha”
Fumu. My father is going full power right from the beginning. Why did
you start with an old tale suddenly?
Fumu. Despite calling her a trash doll their relationship doesn’t seem
that bad.
It was very lively with 2 extra people and I must admit it didn’t feel
bad at all, though most of the noise came from my parents.
Sasha stared complaining that celebrating her own loss was hard to
swallow but as soon as she had some of my mother’s homemade
food she fell silent.
“It was nothing special. Become my subordinate. That was it, pretty
much.”
“……No reason really. I’m just good war potential. That’s all.”
Misha swallowed the salad she was eating and said in an indifferent
voice.
“If you say such a killing phrase any woman will definitely fall in
looooooooooooooove!! Arnos-chan is a natural gigolo. The gap due
to his awkwardness is too much.”
How did Misha know that? Was she listening to me using Thought
Transmission <Liikus>?
“………Was it bad……..?”
Being directly asked caused Sasha to turn her face away in surprise.
“Not especially.”
Fumu. It looks like my mother thinks they are arguing now. She has
a nervous look on her face that says ‘I was careless’.
Yare yare. Like the time with Misha I’ve been waiting for it to calm
down so I can explain that she’s not another bride but at the moment
my mother’s got a tearful face and seems ready to cry.
The lively meal seems to finish in the blink of an eye. I’ll send Sasha
and Misha home.
When I came back into the shop after talking to my father in his
workshop I saw Sasha and Misha waiting for me standing side by
side.
“……………”
“……………”
Silence.
At first, I thought that it was because she had to eat with a trash doll
but Sasha’s attitude doesn’t seem to suggest that’s the reason.
Zepes and Liorg were also like this too. It’s a story I don’t
understand.
I decide to wait a little longer and watch the two of them from the
shadows.
“Late.”
“…….Nn…….”
“Nn.”
“Nn.”
“…..Him…..?”
“……Like…….”
“……Kind……”
“……..Sasha…..?”
“What?”
“……..That so……..”
“It is.”
Misha stares into Sasha’s eyes. Perhaps because she was excited
<Demon Eyes of Ruin> had formed in her eyes.
“……If its Arnos I can stare at him with these eyes…….” Sasha trails
off like she’s speaking to herself.
“…..Nn…….”
“He’s truly crazy. My demon eyes are beautiful? Even though they
are cursed to destroy whatever I look at without my permission.
However-“
Sasha cut off her own words then started speaking again.
“Someone with the same eye’s as mine. I’ve finally met that person
for the first time.”
“That’s all.”
“…..I understand…..”
“…..The same……..?”
Of course she can. Misha’s demon eyes are strong as well. Sasha’s
<Demon Eye’s of Ruin> will be resisted.
“Do you remember? Our childhood? I could not control these demon
eyes at all and I was destroying everything so I was locked away in a
prison made from magic.”
“………I remember……”
“……Hand……?”
“Yeah.”
“……Me too……”
“Is again…..okay?”
Misha nods.
Misha nods.
“Really?”
“…….Nn………”
The two of them stare at each other and grasp each other’s hand
firmly.
“Fuuun.”
Sahsa turns a look to me that says ‘strange guy’ but I brush it off
lightly.
In the end, I didn’t talk about <Gatom> at all and Sasha seemed to
forget about it after a bit.
“I see. Well then, even though you already know, our lecturer for
tomorrows great magic formation is one of the old 7 Demon
Emperors. Aivis Necron.”
One of the old 7 Demon Emperors? It’s a name I’m curious about.
“I’m amazed. You just said that there was nothing you didn’t know
about. You don’t know about the old 7 Demon Emperors? You truly
are an inept person.”
“2000 years ago the founder used his own blood and made 7
subordinates. They are the founders of the demon king tribe and
inherited the traits and talents of the founder.”
“I don’t really know much more apart from the followers of the 7
subordinates started calling them the old 7 Demon Emperors.”
Oh, that reminds me. I never did give them names. I was so
absorbed in my reincarnation I never found the time to do it.
Also, they knew I’d one day reincarnate as well so it was for that time
as well.
“I see.”
Also, they should know me above all others so how was I branded
an inept person?
Before long-
“…………Arnos……………Arnos………..”
“After learning about the old 7 Demon Emperors you fell silent. Is
something wrong?”
“Is that so. Well then, thank you for escorting us. Have a good day.”
“Goodbye.”
“…….Nn…….”
I still don’t have enough information to work out how I have been
branded inept.
I can think of a few possibilities but they are all guesses at the end of
the day.
“…….Nothing…….”
“…….Arnos…….”
“Nn?”
“You know.” She abruptly turns away while blushing bashfully. “……
Thank you……..”
“For what?”
What? Did Sasha want to make up all this time but couldn’t due to
her stubborn character?
“What?”
I answer immediately.
“If you don’t like it, change it. If you don’t mind it, it doesn’t matter.”
“Break it.”
“I refuse.”
“More.”
I don’t know how long it took but she separates her body quickly.
“…..But you are my first. I’ve never done that with anyone else…….”
“Ou.”
It does remove the trouble of having to get up and move any time we
need to discuss something.
“Yo.”
“What happened?”
“Because I entered your group there should have been other people
trying to join as well.”
“I refused.”
Sasha is dumbfounded.
“Not like it’s a problem anyway. I can win with only you 2.”
“There will be other group tests. A lot are aimed at 5 people and
when you move up a grade it can be for 7 or more people.”
As the bell starts ringing the classroom door opens and Emilia
enters. Entering behind her is a man wearing a black robe, cloak and
hat. Well, the word man is misleading. It’s more of a skeleton.
No. That’s not right. They got hit by the magic power this guy is
emitting. It’s pretty powerful. It’s causing them to unconsciously fear
him.
Oh well. If they actually could sense my magic those with weak anti-
magic capabilities would die. Perhaps this temporary paralysis to
their senses is actually a defence mechanism now.
“As I said last time, today we will be training to use a grand magic.
Please listen very carefully to the old Seven Demon Emperor Aivis
Necron as this spell approaches the depths of the abyss of magic.
Especially-“
Emilia looks at me
“………….!!!!!!?”
Emilia’s mouth falls open like its ready to drop off. Seems like an
extreme surprise.
The magic is familiar, I’m sure it’s one of my subordinates made from
my blood. But, there’s something….
“It’s fine,” Aivis said in a generous manner. “You said it’s been a long
time?”
“2000 years? I see, that explains it.” Aivis nods having reached an
understanding.
Fumu, I see.
Has his memory been tampered with? Or are you pretending not to
remember?
“Really?”
All the students, Emilia, Sasha and Misha all watch me anxiously as
I walk straight over to Aivis.
The magic that I used was Recollection <Evui>. It recalls distant and
far off memories.
“If the memory is completely gone from your head then Time
Manipulation <Lebaido> will go back in time in a limited way. In this
case 2000 years ago then Recollection <Evui> will recall the memory
from there.”
The origin of Aivis’ memory of the Demon King Arnos from 2000
years ago. By following the flow of time back using <Lebaido> I can
let it form.
Even 2000 years ago there is no memory in the head of Aivis of the
Demon King Arnos Voldigod.
Of course <Evui> can only pull the memory out if it exists in the head
of Aivis. I can only read the surface but my name should be there at
the very least yet when I looked not even my name existed.
What came out instead and it came out many times was the name
Demon King of Cruelty Avos Dillheavia.
“Your memory from 2000 years ago has been beautifully erased and
I don’t know when from exactly.”
Simply put, the past has been tampered with. In the head of Aivis,
the memory of the Demon King Arnos was forgotten right from its
start point.
“I see, however, thank you Arnos. It’s a fine crop just knowing this
much. It means someone is hostile against me.”
I pull out my chair and sit down. Misha leans over and speaks to me.
Yare yare. So much noise over the dullest of things like usual.
I had thought that my name got corrupted by mistake over the years
but it’s darker than that.
“Today I’ll be lecturing you on the secret magic of the Necron family.
Fusion magic.”
Aivis draws the basic magic formation for fusion magic on the
blackboard.
The students looked eager to copy the magic formation but it was
nothing special for me, however, at least it was a magic similar to
something that would be studied in the age of myths.
If the usual classes were like this I wouldn’t be so sleepy all the time.
“Hey Arnos. Why aren’t you copying it into your notebook? Are you
using a recording crystal?”
“What about you? I don’t see you taking any notes either.”
“It’s the Necron families secret magic and I’m a direct descendant. I
learnt the basics of it long ago.”
“No way. The old 7 demon emperors are an existence above the
clouds. Even if I’m a direct descendant I’m the 16th generation. I’m
the lowest of the low. The amount of times I’ve spoken to Aivis-sama
is………once.”
The mazoku have long lives. Apart from Sasha are other direct
descendants still alive?
“Nee. Did you really learn it? Didn’t you just give a flippant answer?”
“How?”
“Anyone?”
“Umu, go ahead.”
Yare yare. The mazoku of this era sure are shy. It’s hard to think of
them as my descendants.
“I have one about the magic formation for Mixed Assimilation <Ge
Gum>. There’s a defect in the basic structure for fusion magic.”
“This is the basic method to fuse magic. The magic reaction causes
the power to increases tenfold, however, judging by the structure of
the formation the fusion does not last long at all.”
The students had deployed magic barriers while I was talking. They
seemed convinced Aivis was going to attack at any moments.
“That’s very impressive, to notice that detail while only seeing the
formation once.”
The atmosphere in the class gave off the impression that the
students were getting ready to dodge incoming magic.
“What the……”
“He’s right…..?”
“It’s true. Fusion magic has a defect in the sense that it’s duration
time is extremely short. It’s in the basic structure itself. Even if I
develop it into advanced magic I cannot erase this defect itself.”
“If you are an average user then the fusion time is about 3 to 5
seconds. Basically, this makes it a flashy magic only and not worth
remembering.”
“Certainly, there are limited scenarios where fusion magic would give
you the advantage. In most cases using other magics would be
better, however, if you look deeper into the abyss it is also a magic
that can change.”
The sound of notebooks being hastily put away and a pen falling on
the floor sounded throughout the classroom.
“……No! I don’t want to die! Why am in the same class as that inept
person!!”
“Easily.”
I stand up.
“I’m the best in this class. Are you that worried about me?”
“Look.”
I walk over to the blackboard, emanate magic power and redraw the
formation.
“How’s that?”
Aivis gulped the moment he saw it, followed a few moments later by
his whole body trembling.
“Wha…….!!”
If you really look at it, it was actually an easy and very basic thing to
do but no one considered it. Probably for that very reason.
“What an idea. You said your name was Arnos Voldigod……..I did
not think that anyone had studied fusion magic before me.”
“Aah, I see.”
“What…..?”
“Today is the first time I’ve seen fusion magic. Without your research,
I could not have completed it. I just gave it the final push.”
“What happened………..?”
“I’m alive!!”
I sit back down and see Sasha looking at me with her mouth open.
The grand magic training was over and now it was lunchtime.
“……..In other words, you are my lord, the Demon King of Tyranny?”
“I have no idea, yet. But it will also be the person who erased your
memory.”
“I see.”
A thirst for blood appears and Aivis turns his demonic eyes to me.
“You have the ability. If you are indeed an enemy of my lord the
Demon King of Tyranny then I cannot remain indifferent.”
2000 years worth of memories erased and out of the blue, someone
appears as an ally and proclaims himself as the Demon King of
Tyranny as well as trying to fix his memories. No wonder he’s
suspicious.
“Farewell.”
“Why’s the inept person with one of the old 7 Demon Emperors?”
The students here sure like rumours. Good thing I don’t care about
such things.
“Arnos-kun.”
“Whose is it?”
Sasha’s or Misha’s then but since I’ve never looked at their badges
I’m not sure which one.
“Who?”
“It’s negligent to use me for this. You should hand it back yourself.”
“Got it.”
It’s crowded when I arrive and in the centre of it all is Sasha and
Misha.
“I’m sorry but I can’t help you. If you want to join the group you’ll
have to speak to Arnos.”
Thinking about it, I’ve never seen Misha talk with any other mazoku.
She’s not the most talkative of people to begin with. Maybe always
being with me part of the reason.
“It can’t be helped since we have a contract. Are you sure you want
to make light of Arnos just because he’s branded as an inept
person? He completed fusion magic after all.”
She obviously wasn’t aware I was there as her eyes rounded and
she turned away.
“…..Thank you….”
“For what?”
Magic tools and weapons are placed in the dungeon and you
compete to score the highest.
“That’s not why I’m here but you are right about the test.”
“Nn.”
“Aah. You can get a perfect score if you get to the altar on the
bottom floor and retrieve the king’s sceptre. A simple matter.”
“You weren’t listening after all. Though there is a perfect score it’s
absolutely impossible. No student has ever made it to the bottom.
Not even a teacher has ever made it. Nobody even knows if the
king’s sceptre is there. Some even doubt that the lowest floor even
exists.”
“……Even if you ask such a thing me, I don’t know. It’s probably
tradition or myth that the king’s sceptre is on the bottom floor.”
“Is the king’s sceptre an item that strengthens your magic like
Demon King Army <Guys>?”
“Yes. It’s said that the sceptre was made by the founder.”
“It’s my castle.”
“Well then. The dungeon test starts now. Any items obtained in the
dungeon belong to the group leader. The time limit is 9am tomorrow
morning. Any students that return sooner than that can go home.
Those that want to give up please use Thought Transmission
<Liikus> and contact me.”
“It’s fine.”
“Fine…….”
It seems that the school has put monsters in the dungeon but the
students running in front have defeated them so we were able to
“Right there.”
“What’s up?”
“Is it Sasha’s?”
“…..Tomorrow……”
“Sasha?”
“What?”
“…….I’m troubled……”
“Something that will never be forgotten for your entire life is the
best.”
“If it’s something you thought of, wouldn’t she be pleased with it?”
“…….Really……….?”
“……Really……?”
“It’s here on the lowest level. If it’s still left that is.”
“…..Thank you……”
Even if I can’t see her tomorrow I can still give her a birthday present
or is there really nothing she wants?
“…….15 tomorrow……..”
Born 15 years ago and this is the year that the demon king
reincarnates. Sasha is still rumoured to be the reincarnation of the
founder.
They may have thought that I would not go down the traditional route
of reincarnating as a baby.
“Eh….wai….Arnos……..?”
“Haaaaa……….!?”
“…….Strong………”
“He’s a strong idiot alright. That’s great and all but……..Didn’t he say
that this was a hidden passageway?”
“……Nn…….”
This is the hidden room that leads to the dungeons lowest layer.
“It was created using magic and was surprisingly easy. I only left the
barest traces of magic to follow. A simple hidden passage that
doesn’t use magic. It’s a blind spot for many people.”
Fusion magic which is the secret art of the Necron family uses
nature magic. Sasha and Misha who both specialise in it immediately
noticed that this room is a catalyst.
“…….What’s wrong…..?”
It’s easy to cancel the anti-magic but the dungeon has a system in
place that would collapse it if you did.
“We’ve been walking for 2 hours now. How much further is it?”
“…..Look…..”
Misha points ahead where the bottom of the stairs could be seen.
“Really?”
Sasha runs ahead down the stairs but stops and stares at something
in utter amazement.
There was a pair of huge, luxurious gates that even a giant could fit
through.
“…….Anti-magic……”
Yare yare. They still don’t understand who’s here with them.
“Use your head a bit. If you intend to break it then you will fail. If
magic doesn’t work then open it without using magic.”
“I thought this before when you lifted my demon king castle but
what’s going on with your body………….? How can you open such a
stupidly large door?”
I can’t say this out loud but she looks really cute trying to move it.
At the back of the room is an altar with an ominous looking staff on it.
It’s completely different from the blunt demon sword that Zepes had.
It’s a genuine item from the age of myths.
I had wondered if somebody had removed it but I’m happy that it’s
still here.
“Go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
Happily running to the altar Sasha picked up the kings sceptre and
stared in fascination at the mysterious magic tool.
“……What……?”
I step into the room. At first glance it’s empty but when I speak a few
words the magic veil is lifted and magic tools such as demon swords
and magic armour start to appear one by one.
Amongst them was the very rare thread called the demon dragon
thread which was produced by dragons. A dress with moonlight
sewn into it called <Moon Weaving Dress>. A robe woven with fur
from the golden lion Sirius which was called the most beautiful in the
world, the <Gold Lion’s Robe>. There were a lot of other pretty
costumes as well.
I know her quite well now. I know that she is not looking at the outer
clothes but rather at their abyss.
Magic items made in the age of myths choose their own owners. You
can’t just give someone an item as you don’t know if it will accept
them or not. It’s not easy. How’s she doing?
“This is good.”
The item she picked up was woven with feathers from the divine bird
Phoenix <Phoenix’s Vestment>. On one hand it grants you the
blessing of the immortal fire but on the other hand, if you are not
worthy of it it will turn you into ash.
“…….Nn…….”
Do you understand? I know she has strong demon eyes but how can
she be certain that it will accept Sasha?
She heads back to the door where Sasha is but on the way she was
distracted by a ring placed on a pedestal.
The <Ice Lotus Leaf Ring>. It gives off a cold air and got its name
after covering the seven seas with ice lotus leaves.
It’s no coincidence that Misha saw the ring. Magic items and their
users are attracted to each other.
“……..It’s fine…….”
“Fumu”
“Ah! Arnos, Misha, where’d you go? When I looked up you were
gone. I was worried.”
“What are you saying. The words ‘looking down on someone’ don’t
exist in my dictionary.”
Suddenly turning around Sasha looks back at the altar. All that’s left
is to return and complete the dungeon exam so we should finish our
other business quickly.
“Are you going to give it to her?” I said to Misha who was hiding
behind my back.
“….Now……?”
After thinking a little Misha shakes her head and steps out from
behind my back.
“Sasha.”
“Here?”
Misha nods.
She understood the huge magical power hidden within as she stares
at it with her demon eyes.
Sasha smiles softly and tears come to the corner of her eyes.
“….Nn…..”
She puts her hands on her uniform buttons but then looks at me as if
she’s just noticed me.
Good grief. She knows how to make work for people. Can’t be
helped.
“That’s good.”
“……Arnos’ help……”
“You exaggerate.”
“Thank you.”
“……Strange.”
Or……….?
The altar enters my view first. It’s clearly different from before.
It’s red.
She’s still alive but needs treating right away, except I can’t. A magic
barrier has been carefully set up around Misha.
“Hmph. You’re an idiot. Just because we got along a little you were
so easily deceived. Did you really want this me to get along with that
trash doll in this little play of ours while aiming for first position in the
dungeon test?”
A play huh? Reconciling with Misha, being happy, even crying over
her birthday present. Was all of that a lie?
“Men are simple. A little kiss for only a moment and you fall for it. Did
you honestly think I liked a mongrel like you?”
Sasha frowns and draws back from the atmosphere I’ve just created.
I can’t say any more. I can’t show a complete lack of empathy.
“Even if you have the king’ sceptre, it’s meaningless as long as you
are a member of my group.”
The contract was made between Misha and Sasha and now it’s
disappeared. With this, she can leave anytime as it was only the
contract that made her a member.
There are a few other ways to break it but those are the most
obvious.
“I see. Interesting.”
Sasha probably thought she had the upper hand but instead she
now had a cornered look on her face.
“You…..are you crazy? That girl will die if you don’t help her. This
isn’t a situation where you can be composed! Don’t you understand
that!”
“She was born to be used by me. Nothing more than a tool and when
it became useless it was to be thrown away like a ragged dustcloth.
A pitiful, miserable, magic doll.”
She’s not even looking at me. Her eyes are locked onto Misha.
“Nee, Misha. Are you still alive? Let me tell you this in your final
moments. No matter how many times I deceived you, you still
believed me. You always played the good little girl all helpless and
cute. You disgust me! I hate you!”
Sasha excitedly spits out words designed to hurt but the thing is, her
<demon eyes of ruin> have not formed.
Not just now either. Not once have they formed since this began.
“And?” I take a step forward and Sasha takes a step back. “Your true
reason is?”
“Oh? Did you possibly think that I couldn’t control my <demon eyes
of ruin>?”
Sasha closes her eyes and when she opens them again her <demon
eyes of ruin> are gone.
“I heard the story about Zepes and Liorg. You put a lot of pressure
on the brothers to get along. You’re the same as that doll. A
peaceful, easygoing, naive fool.”
I’m naive? Well, in this age I guess I am. However, she says I’m
peaceful?
“Even though you’ve got a little bit of power you know nothing. Don’t
force your ideas on others!”
“I refuse.”
I walk right up to Sasha who’s gripping the king sceptre firmly while
being on her guard.
If I harm Sasha the barrier around Misha will shrink and crush her
but before that happens it will push the knife in deeper and kill her.
“The knife will be pushed in and kill her. Even you will need at least
10 seconds to break the barrier and heal her. That’s all the time I
need.”
Sasha’s body starts to float. She rises up and starts to fly out of the
exit.
If you looked into the abyss you would see that the knife, the barrier
and the blood were all illusions made by my illusion magic.
“The moment I saw it. My friend was dying. Of course I would act.”
“By the way. I did that in 0.1 seconds. You had another 9.9 seconds
to run away. What should I do with the remaining time?”
“…..Wait…..”
“…..Forgive her…….”
“I don’t mind forgiving her but it would be better if she tells me what
she’s really thinking instead of this lax betrayal and bad acting.”
Yare yare. She doesn’t normally look at me with such serious eyes.
“…..No good……?”
I won’t take orders but it’s different if its a request. I’ll willingly accept
the requests of this particular friend.
“You are truly foolish Misha. Did you honestly think I’d say thank
you? Too bad. Your life exists to be used by me. In your last
moments, you’ll regret this!”
“….Ouch….Wha…….This…..?”
“Aah, my bad. You were in such high spirits with your little speech I
forgot to tell you but I disturbed the magic flow around here so you
can’t fly.”
“A loser is a loser. Give it your all and crawl on the ground all the
way back, otherwise, I might change my mind.”
“…….About Sasha……?”
“About you.”
Misha falls into her usual deadpan silence when I say that.
“……..Want to know……?”
“Want to say.”
“……Nn…….”
I can see most of the circumstances now going by what I’ve heard so
far.
“……Arnos is smart…….”
It’s not something worthy of being praised. I guess the people of this
time don’t know that there is magic to split a person into two people.
“It’s similar to a magic called Soul Fission <Dielga>. The body and
soul are divided but they gradually return to their single original
form.”
Misha nods.
That explains the same magic power and why Misha is in white
clothes despite the fact she has the same blood. They always knew
she’d disappear.
“……How…..?”
“Soul Fission <Dielga> is not a simple magic. In this age, it has really
limited use. Also, the success rate dramatically drops if it’s not cast
on a fetus. You carry Aivis’ blood. It’s not a big leap to suspect him.”
“However, it’s a different story if you originally divide one thing into
two. Using the power of Misha and Sasha who will return to one
person Aivis came up with a way of eliminating the duration defect of
fusion magic.”
Use <Dielga> to divide then use fusion magic to amplify the magic
power. The original magic power will increase many tens if not
hundreds of times and because it was originally the same thing it will
permanently fuse together and never separate again.
I must admit even I find it quite an absurd thing to do. The complexity
of the method, the difficulty of the magic and the risk to Sasha are all
enormous.
Even if she survived the fusion could her body withstand the power?
Even if it did, would her mind survive?
Misha nods.
“…..I’m sorry…..”
“Don’t worry about it. When you want to say something you should
just say it.”
“I wanted to spend the time normally.” She says while raising her
gaze to meet mine before continuing.
“Since I was born my fate was decided. I’ll disappear and only Sasha
will remain. Even so, those 15 years would be pretty good I thought.”
Even compared to the short lives of humans her life is too short. For
mazoku it’s a life so short it will be an instant.
“With only that much time I wanted memories but no mazoku would
talk to me. Half a Necron. I’m not supposed to exist. Even in the
school, it was the same.”
“I thought so.”
Misha laughs.
This age is certainly peaceful but it’s still not without tragedies.
“Arnos.”
“What’s wrong?”
Misha nods.
“You are here and you are my first friend. You didn’t think I was going
to let my friend die did you?”
Originally one thing divided into two by magic. The time limit is 15
years. After 15 years the body and soul that is not restored cannot
continue living.
“Thank you.”
“What for?”
“Kind words are good and all but just those won’t save you.”
“There there.”
She says it in her usual indifferent tone. Because she will disappear
she’s worried about me making friends with someone who will
disappear.
“….Arnos…..?”
“….What….?”
“I told you. I am the founder, the Demon King. I will grant your wish.”
“I want to reconcile.”
“That is my wish.”
“……..Difficult……?”
I release Misha.
“To where Sasha is. I’ll make sure you make up.”
“…..Nn……”
“You must keep thinking that there is a tomorrow right up to the last
moment.”
“I understand.”
I am Arnos Voldigod.
Me and Misha are heading up the stairs towards the upper levels of
the dungeon.
“It’ll be fine.”
I raise my foot slightly and stamp on the floor. With a rumbling noise,
the dungeon begins to shake so violently even standing becomes
difficult.
“Hold on.”
“……Nn……”
The reason was probably the fact that the passage we came through
was no longer there. When I stamped my foot the terrain changed
dramatically and collapsed the tunnel.
“Yo Sasha.”
When I spoke she jumped before turning around. She still grasping
the king’s sceptre.
She’s being cautious since she doesn’t know what my aim is.
“If you want the king sceptre you’ll have to kill me.”
“Are you an idiot? Have you already forgotten what you did to me a
while back?”
“…..I see. She told you. Doll-san has been behaving like she’s alive
for a long time now. Is it afraid of disappearing?”
“Wrong.”
“What is?”
“About what?”
Using the magic formation that another person has built is very
difficult. You need to know what type of magic it is as well as
understand the technique for using it. Normally the side drawing the
formation will have an overwhelming advantage but that’s only if their
opponent is not me.
“That’s all? It’s quite advantageous for me. You can apply some
more handicaps if you want.”
A strange condition.
“What magic?”
“Oh? You have to check? Are you too scared to play now?”
If she makes the conditions simple and limited, using <Zekt> should
be okay.
Sasha turns around and walks off before stopping in the centre of
the room.
Closing her eyes she holds the king’s sceptre with both hands and
raises it up.
Magic characters and gates form one after the other. Ten minutes or
so pass and Sasha is still building it.
For starters, I don’t know this magic. It resembles no magic from the
age of myths. This is either something developed in the last 2000
years or judging by Sasha confidence something she herself has
created.
I see. It’s probably a strategy to delay me. Does she think I’ll be in a
hurry to save Misha before midnight so I’ll rush and fail or is she
planning something else entirely?
During our last match, the differences in our abilities were clearly
shown. Where’s her confidence coming from? Sasha understands
how powerful I am.
“Interesting. Out of respect for your reckless courage, I’ll not look at
all until you complete the formation.”
I sit down and close my demon eyes before casting Magic Clock
<Teru> to see what time it was.
In this way, time passes and eventually <Teru> shows the time 11:45
Finally.
“Arnos.”
I slowly got up, activated my demon eyes and looked at the magic
formation only to find it still unfinished.
Sasha raises her hands and invokes magic. The moonlight that was
pouring into the room scatters off into countless rays of light and fills
in the missing pieces of the formation.
“As you guessed, my purpose is to have you use this great magic.”
“You planned well. You have to activate this magic to win and if I lost
you’d order me to activate it anyway.”
Since I’m under <Zekt> I have to cast it. No matter who wins or loses
the magic will still be cast which is what Sasha wants.
“All right. In honour of your wisdom and courage, I’ll accept the
victory.”
“This is the first time I’ve seen this magic. What is it?”
Sasha body begins to shine while blue particles dance about like
fireflies.
The light gets stronger and stronger and the whole room is dyed blue
before returning to its normal colour.
“…..is it over……?”
Sasha nods.
“I don’t mind.”
I activate <Liknos>
“Misha.”
At the centre of the huge room the Necron sisters face each other
while moonlight is pouring down creating a fantastical scene.
Misha nods.
“What’s it like?”
“I see.”
“…….Nn……”
[Only you were by me. Only you looked in my eyes. Only you smiled
at me.]
[For 15 years I’ve lived happily enough and that’s enough. It’s fine
already so I give my remaining life to you.]
[I can do it.]
[<Delt> is the last piece to use. Please be aware that you are you.]
[You’ll be okay.]
[Here at the end I need to tell you that I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the
truth Misha.]
“Nee, doll-san.”
[Nee, Misha.]
“Therefore”
[Therefore]
Sasha hugs her younger sister. She doesn’t seem to have realised
but she’s smiling.
[I will change it. You dying. Such a fate. I’ll break it.]
The moment Sasha casts the magic both of them are engulfed in a
dazzling light.
“……..Such a……”
[However…….]
The thoughts of her heart flowed out. She spills words filled with
despair.
“……Why……..?”
Nothing but good will comes from Misha’s eyes while she looks at
her older sister.
Sasha bites her lip and strongly holds back her tears but a few drops
begin to fall.
Sasha plan was certainly perfect but she made one miscalculation.
Misha loved her older sister more than she thought and her love was
not affected by Sasha’s acting.
“…..Idiot……”
Sasha knees buckled under her despair and she buried her face into
Misha’s chest.
“There there.”
“That’s not true! Misha is here! I want to protect you! I love you. You
are important. You’re my sister. I’ll destroy your fate!”
“I’m not disappearing. I’m joining with Sasha. I’ll always be with you.”
Misha’s time as Misha was almost up but she looked satisfied while
patting the crying Sasha.
“Arnos’ help.”
“I’m glad.”
Misha nods.
She slowly turned to look at me, her eyes red and swollen from
crying.
“If you ask if I can do it or not, I can. <Delt> was it? The reason you
need to make Misha reject you is because you are inexperienced.”
“Not allowed.”
“Please Arnos! Kill me! I’ve lived enough! I want to give the rest of
my life to Misha.”
“I never existed from the beginning. It’s weird if Sasha is the one to
be sacrificed.”
“Why?”
“The demon king will not reincarnate into a mazoku that is not
suitable regardless of how powerful they are.”
I see. That’s the thinking of this era. Nowadays they lay emphasis on
pedigree and aptitude so that’s the correct answer.
“Wrong.”
You could also look at it that the demon king would only reincarnate
into someone powerful.
However,
“In the first place who’s the fellow asking which one should be
saved? When was it said the founder could only save one of them?
A gods curse? When would I lose against a god?”
Sasha stood up. It was without much force but she stood up.
“No, not at all. There’s a simple solution to this. Originally, there just
needs to be 2 people.”
Sasha was at a loss for words. Indeed, she probably thinks that the
past cant be changed, however, true magic can transcend even time,
to a light degree anyway.
At this level, even for me, I can’t say that it will be easy.
If I change the past then Misha won’t be born. It’s blocked in all
directions. A true impossibility.
However, the demon king is one that destroys even the impossible.
“…..I don’t really get it………. If it was just me I can see it but is there
such a magic to make the exact same person?”
“Sorry. No magic can produce the exact same person. There is only
one origin for everything in this world.”
“No, I cannot make another person who’s exactly the same but I
don’t need to. We’ll go and meet the other person ourselves.”
“I didn’t explain myself properly. I should have said I’ll go into the
past and fuse the current you with the past you.”
Both Sasha and Misha have looks on their faces that say they still
don’t understand.
Origin magic <Lebaido>. They don’t know the time concept that
occurs when using it. In the age of myths, I wonder how many
mazoku could change the past by more than a few seconds?
“Basically, I will send the origins of the 2 people who are here now
15 years into the past to when you were born. There will be 2 origins
each then. One for the past and one for the present. Misha and
Sasha are the same person but past Misha and Sasha are also the
same person. Both your origins will return to being one. Misha will
fuse with Misha and Sahsa will fuse with Sasha.”
“You would both have bodies and would basically be born as twins.”
“Although the past will be changed both of you as well as Aivis will
continue to think that Misha was born due to <Dino Jikusess>.
Nothing will change. Not world history, not even a speck of dust. The
only thing that will change is that Misha will still be here at midnight.”
Sasha looked at me with a face that said that she didn’t believe me.
I nod silently.
“….Wait. I know the basics of origin magic but such a great magic
is……”
“Leave the magic power and use of it to me. All you need to do is
look at your origins with your demon eyes. Those will be your
targets.”
“One. Make sure you get your own origin. Fix your eyes on the time
that you were in your mother’s stomach as the time stream you can
travel back on is fixed then.”
I can send them back 15 years but that’s too general. I need an
exact time.
The origins of magic use the rule that the older you are the more
magical you are. Should I lend them my power from now or let them
borrow my power from 2000 years ago? It’s not so simple a story.
“Okay? Listen up. I am the founder. The demon king of cruelty that
you believe in is fake. He’s an imitation. Believe that I am the
founder when you use the origin magic otherwise <Lebaido> will
fail.”
Misha and Sasha look at each other then nodded as they steeled
themselves.
“In any case, I’m relying on you anyway. Even if it’s only a little,
there’s a small chance that I believe you.” replied Sasha.
At that moment a loud noise rings out and the ceiling collapses.
Mixed in with the rubble was a shadow which dropped straight down.
“…..Arnos…..!!”
One of the old seven demon emperors Avis Necron mutters in a low
voice before pushing the rest of the sword into my chest.
“….Sasha…..”
“….I know!!”
“Die!!”
Apart from the rubble that is still falling all the other debris, rubble
and surrounding objects make a noise and shatter all at once.
Aivis then activates Demon Binding Chain <Gigel> tying Sasha and
Misha up in chains of magic.
It’s true that recovery magic hasn’t been working since I got stabbed.
“Did you honestly think I die from just having my heart crushed?”
I grab Aivis’ face daring to take another blow from him at such close
range.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have time to play with you so I’ll have to ask
you to leave early.”
At that moment a jet black sun appeared inside Aivis and tore
through the multiple layers of anti-magic he had built collapsing his
body from the inside.
Black light began to leak from Aivis’ body as he began to split open.
Aivis was blown away while trying to resist <Geo Greys> rampaging
inside his body.
“I’m not able to heal the wound caused by this demon sword.”
I threw the demon sword Gador at Aivis causing the jet black sword
to pierce his body as if it was sucked in.
The force I threw it with was still in effect causing that guy’s body to
fly into the air and smash into the wall where he looked like he was
crucified.
It’s time for the live performance. Time to change the past.
I pour magic into the formation I built and trigger Origin Magic
<Lebaido>.
TN: Just a quick note and a request from me. I can appreciate
people are eager to read more (I didn’t think it would be this popular)
but please don’t post spoilers in any way shape or form in the
comments please. There are plenty of forums where you can ask all
the questions you want. Thank you for your understanding.
Heading towards the origin that Sasha and Misha had fixed their
eyes on <Lebaido> invites them to the past.
The point of a silver sword appears and the empty space in front of
my eyes was suddenly cut. It looks a bit like a curtain for an actor to
enter the stage.
From just the tip you could think it was a sword but I know its actually
a scythe.
Other than me this must be her first time meeting someone who’s
power she couldn’t see the bottom of.
Enlarging the space that was cut a pair of hands wearing white
gloves appear. Grasping the space they wrench it open further and a
figure slowly appears.
It’s wearing a white robe with a hood and no matter how hard you
stare with your demon eyes you won’t be able to see its face. Of
course, it’s possible it doesn’t even have a face to begin with.
“Eugo Ra Raviaz the guardian deity of time. Simply put, its the god
responsible for protecting and keeping the order and flow of time.”
“He’s here for business as a god. I’m going to greatly alter the past
and he doesn’t forgive people that set out to do that.”
“—–Won’t permit—–“
“Hou. This is the first time we’ve met where you’ve spoken.”
“—–Won’t forgive—–“
Again Eugo Ra Raviaz emits a voice that shakes the air around it
“Fumu. If possible could you look the other way on this? Even
though I’m changing the past I’m only saving one mazoku. Or you
“—–Won’t permit—–“
If you try to change the past with magic other supernatural powers
will act to prevent it. The order of the world, the law of the world or
simply providence. The guardian deity embodies all of it.
“Yare yare. Even after 2000 years you lot are as narrow-minded as
ever. You don’t like people stepping on your speciality. You don’t
permit anyone other than gods to perform miracles.”
What value is there to a god that saves the order of things but
doesn’t save anybody?
“The rules you and the other gods arbitrarily decided on are unjust. It
might make me the bad one but I have no intention of following such
things.”
What’s he doing?
Eugo Ra Raviaz raises his hand and the demon sword Gador moves
backwards out of Avis body and falls on the floor.
It was returned to before he was stabbed with Gador and burnt with
<Geo Greys>
“—–I grant thee the power of the god of time. Destroy Arnos
Voldigod—–“
Eugo Ra Raviaz turns into light and is then sucked into the body of
Aivis.
“Fufufufu………”
“As expected from you. It’s now come to this Arnos Voldigod”
With the Time Gods Scythe in hand, Aivis’ magic power cant even be
compared to what it was before.
Indeed, she has good demon eyes. If you look into the abyss of this
fellow you can see the power of Eugo Ra Raviaz overflowing from
his source.
The power of Eugo Ra Raviaz has been added to the magic of Aivis
but more importantly than that.
Even if by some small chance I had used it in the past and one of the
other Old Seven Demon Emperors had told Aivis about it his lines
still don’t add up.
He had to have already known about it and lied to me. It’s the most
logical answer.
“Haha, kuhahahaha. Who’s going to die after this? Don’t get cocky
over your borrowed power. Your ability is known to me.”
I draw a magic formation and fire off a <Geo Greys>. A jet black
comet fires out and hits Aivis, however, wielding the Time Gods
Scythe he cuts it right in 2.
“You prevented one magic. Is that it? If you intend to win try to make
it look more natural.”
“What’s so funny?”
“What……….!?”
The first 6 shots of <Geo Greys> I fired were decoys. I fired another
6 <Geo Greys> but sent them 6 hours back in time with <Lebaido>.
<Gazeruta> caused their time to be returned.
“It certainly looks like it. I guess I was taking thee too lightly.”
Eugo Ra Raviaz is the god of time and can freely return a body’s
time with no penalties. It doesn’t stop a bodies time as that would be
unsuitable but if you ever get hurt you can just go back to before it
happened.
By using the Time Gods Scythe I can make the immortal time gods
time finite.
Also, due to fusing with the scythe his magic power has swelled
more than tenfold.
Aivis waves both his arms which have assimilated with the scythe as
if he’s trying to cut both the sky and the ground.
“Fumu. How strange. Are you trying to destroy the important vessels
for the founder’s reincarnation? Can you easily make more? Or-“
Aivis shows no reaction at my words and puts more power into his
arms.
“Is breaking the container in which you put so much effort nothing
compared to killing me?”
“You don’t have the luxury to be able to talk anymore. The situation
has already been reversed.”
“….Arnos…..!!”
“………………”
“How kind. Is the past not yet changed? Although you have the help
of skilled people origin magic is difficult to control. Just give up and
throw away your burden.”
One reason the magic still hasn’t completed is that those 2 still don’t
completely believe that I’m the founder.
No matter how much they think they believe if it’s not from the
bottom of their hearts the origin magic will not complete.
“Not that it matters. The result will still be the same even if you don’t
give up.”
“Escape.”
“Fumu. Yare yare. That’s the reason. You seem to think there’s a
chance that I will lose so you don’t believe that I’m the founder.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll buy you the time you need to let the origin
magic complete.”
The loudest sound yet rings out and my last barrier is broken.
“It was a good bluff at the end there, however, this is the end.”
“You protected those two people right up to the end Arnos Voldigod.”
The light splits open and the body subjected to eternal time became
extinct.
“I don’t know why you can remember since your past has been
deleted but you seem to remember me somehow or another Aivis.”
Aivis was born right at the end of the war. Despite being a mazoku
from the age of myths he’s never seen a true magic battle.
Aivis uses his demon eyes but there’s no trick. I was certainly killed
earlier.
Even if the body is ruined the origin is also the source of magic
power and it remains there. Those who have mastered magic can
use it even if only their origin remains. That’s why it’s possible to
resurrect even from there. If you’re dead for less than 3 seconds you
can revive yourself.
“But……!!”
A magic circle forms at his feet and a world of silver white spreads
out from there.
“Wha………..”
“You’ve only stopped my time. Did you think you’d stopped my ability
to walk as well?”
“I will teach you what it means to challenge the demon king in his
own castle.”
Black particles of light begin to fill the space. They soon increase to
an uncountable number and fill the room.
Many magical characters appear on the walls, floor and ceiling all
crammed together.
The true demon kings castle appears. The strongest magical tool
that Arnos Voldigod owns.
“Come, Venuzdonoa.”
As I grasp the handle the shadow reversed and in its place was a
dark long sword.
Aivis pours all of his power into the silvery white world.
Because Aivis has used too much of his magic power the
consciousness of Eugo Ra Raviaz has come to the surface.
Is this the result of fusing with the Time God’s Scythe <Tokigami>?
Aivis’ right arm turns into a huge sickle and a huge amount of magic
power flows out of it.
“To whom do you think you are talking to? Know your place servant.”
“My subordinates souls and word are brave and admirable. I will not
stand idly by as they are sneered and ridiculed at.”
“Foolish.”
“Do you still think of yourself as the demon king, stupid founder? No
one believes in you! You should die in obscurity by yourself!”
“All of it.”
“If you can’t believe in me that’s fine, however, I will break your
destiny if you wish it Sasha. Misha. If you say a miracle has occurred
then I will make it so.”
“……Arnos…….!”
Sasha’s mouth moved slightly in this world where time had stopped.
She had poured all her magic into it and was desperately resisting
the time stop.
“…..Arnos……”
[I was convinced I’d lived enough but if I said I had no regrets I’d be
lying.]
[I still didn’t know love. I didn’t think I’d die without even having a kiss
but there was no help for it. I’d run out of time.]
[Then I met you. A person who could look me in the eye without
using anti-magic and had the same eyes.]
[Let’s destroy that fate. Those words you said so very easily………]
[I gave you my first and last kiss. That should have cleared up my
regrets.]
[But……but……if…….]
[It’s not scary because I never existed from the beginning but I still
wanted to make memories.]
[Whenever you said it my chest got hot. It made me feel like I was
alive.]
[However.]
Tears spill from Sasha’s eyes as she hears it then she cries out.
I brush off the scythe with no difficulty and step forward right in front
of Aivis.
Jet black magic rises from my sword giving it the impression that it
had grown into a huge blade.
“This is Venuzdonoa.”
The countless anti-magic barriers Aivis had cast on himself all broke
as my sword cut through them and him.
“….Futile…..”
Aivis’ right arm fell off and an astonished voice leaks out.
“……What…..the……”
“…..Heal…heal…..heal…….providence……all collapsing…..”
It was easily cut off and no matter how much you rewind it won’t go
back.
“I’ll give you a pleasant memory to take into the afterlife. Principle
destroying sword Venuzdonoa. It can destroy all things in creation
“I……..!”
Aivis tried to escape with Flight <Fres> but I grabbed him by the
face.
“You won’t forget again. I’ll engrave your skull with fear. I am the
demon king Arnos Voldigod.”
“I……I…………..I…………..!!”
“I…….am…………….providence…….inadequate…..person……!!”
With a clanging noise, the Time Gods Scythe <Tokigami> falls to the
floor.
Authors note:
“Fumu. This is the first time I’ve obtained it without breaking it.”
A true magic tool chooses its owner and it seems I’m not compatible
with the scythe.
Now then.
“Resurrection <Ingaru>.”
The skeletal body shines with a bright light and was revived.
Well, his memory was completely wiped after all. Guessing is all he’s
got.
Aivis nods.
Someone killed Aivis and fused with him. Is that someone one the
Old Seven Demon Emperors? Was Aivis being played?
That person knew I was the founder and decided to kill me.
To read the past of the person who fused with Aivis would be
impossible as I would need to know their origin.
“Did the other Old Seven Demon Emperors lose their memories like
you?”
“Receive this correct memory from me. It’s not much, but it’s from
when you were born until I reincarnated.”
“Your orders?”
“The person who fused with you was probably an underling of this
Avos Dillheavia though his existence is not yet confirmed. At the very
least there is someone who is hostile to me and knows I’m the
founder.”
Shame I couldn’t get some information from the mazoku who was
fused with Aivis. Oh well, it couldn’t be helped. I was up against the
power of Eugo Ra Raviaz so I couldn’t take any chances. Besides,
my top priority at the moment is Sasha & Misha.
“I’ll ride on that fellow’s expectations. I’ll spend my time in the school
as usual. If they are planning something they will show movement
sooner or later. If I put on airs and declare myself they will make sure
I’ll spend my time chasing my tail and escape. If they escape it could
be hundreds or thousands of years before they resurface.”
“Okay then. Since you died here Avos Dillheavia might relax a bit
and be less cautious.”
“Your will.”
When I used that magic the white space began to quickly regain
colour. The hands on the Magic Clock <Teru> begin to go round and
round then start moving correctly again.
“…..Wha…..?”
Hearing a mutter from behind I turn around and see Sasha looking
up at the ceiling.
“The space that Eugo Ra Raviaz created was isolated from the world
and when I killed him we became unable to return to the time we left.
As a result, we have arrived a few hours ahead.”
“Yeah.”
I laugh.
“….Nn…….”
“Misha. I’m glad…… I’m so glad. You see….. errrm….” Sasha says
while looking embarrassed.
“Saying that I hate you. I’m so sorry. I love you. I want you to live
Misha.”
“Me too.” Misha takes Sasha’s hand. “I also want Sasha to live.”
“Un.”
While I’m looking at the 2 sisters they nod at each other like they’ve
made up their mind on something and turn to me.
“Errrm….Arnos………..sama…….?”
The origin magic had succeeded that’s why I cast Past Modification.
The past is now altered and those 2 are very much alive now.
“Sasha. Peace isn’t bad at all.” I say to her causing her to look
puzzled.
“In this place, a little rudeness does not lead to loss of life. I got tired
of a deteriorating world that only had fighting. I reincarnated here
and I must say its a good time. This is the world I wanted to create.”
“….Kiss…..?”
“Hou. I see. While you were under Thought Domain <Liknos> I’m
sure I heard you say from your heart that you wanted a continuation
of that lov—“
“What are you laughing at mongrel! I’m telling you now you misheard
it!! Because I was going to die I just said anything! That’s all!
Understand!!”
“Whether you are the founder or not is irrelevant. In this time you are
a mongrel.”
Misha nods.
“Arnos is my friend.”
“That’s right.”
“I’m amazed. You’ve just gone through all of that yet you’re worried
about an exam score?”
“I’ve changed the past on a number of occasions but I’ve never got a
perfect score in a dungeon exam.”
After about a minute the dead end turns into a path again.
“I’ll go.”
Because the exam was planned to end at dawn on the 2nd day there
were no classes planned so we could all rest.
My mother runs over with more force than normal and hugs me
tightly.
Fumu. Worried so much just because I didn’t come back for 1 day.
My mother should know my magic power to some extent. It’s an
embarrassing feeling.
“I’m home.”
“Ohh?”
Her gaze turns to Sasha but for some reason, she seems startled.
She has an expression like she’s noticed something.
What’s that?
“I think the meaning between your statement and your moms are
different.” Sasha says in a quiet voice.
“What other kinds of meaning can I’ll return in the morning have?”
“What?”
“Sasha-chan!”
“Wha…what is it?”
“Sasha-chan!”
My mother pats Sasha’s head and looks like she’s made up her mind
about something.
Sasha looks like she wants to know so she asks my mother again.
“But…..”
Sasha becomes bright red and yells out before putting her hands to
her head and shaking it.
“…….fine?….”
At that moment the door to the workshop opened with a crash and
my father appeared and the first thing out of his mouth was.
“Arnos. Father was, even father was like this back in the day. You’re
too quick to climb the steps of adulthood. One of these days you
could fall down Hahaha.”
“But when I heard you were with 2 people I was so jealous. You
didn’t do both at the same time did you!?”
“Arnos. This is advice from your father who actually fell down those
stairs.”
Hearing that my mother who was still in shock made a fist like she
was determined.
“That’s right. Even if the people themselves say they are okay it’s not
something you can just openly talk about.”
“If that’s what you’ve decided then I’ll start preparing a feast right
away. It’s Sasha-chan and Misha-chans birthday. Right, I’ll bake a
cake too.”
“What?”
“Done.”
Fumu. Her ring finger looks like the best fit. Whatever, any finger
should be fine. I place the <Ice Lotus Leaf Ring> on her finger.
“I was scared.”
“…..Nn……”
Seeing this a smile bloomed on Sasha’s face and she held Misha’s
shoulders.
And———-
“…….Understand…..?”
“Un. I was also scared during my proposal. No matter how much you
believe it will go okay it’s scary until it’s done. In Misha’s case,
there’s also Sasha-chan too.”
“But it’s okay. Arnos-chan will definitely go through with it. Misha-
chan and Sasha-chan. I’m sure he will make you both happy.”
However.
“…Fufufu……”
Misha laughed
“Nn.”
It was a heartfelt smile from a girl who had suppressed her own
heart until now.
TN.