Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Inconsistency in memory

In the morning...

When you wake up, your vision shows your beautifully cut silver hair.

Its sleeping face is rather different, its appearance is different, and there remains a shadow of my sister I saw somewhere in my dreams.

"... I still don't feel very good about it, but I'm sorry I forgot to tell you to come see me."

I'll squirm and gently stroke Arcana's head.

Even if I don't remember, she did come to me.

Somewhere in my heart, in the corner of my roots, did I remember that promise?

"................................."

Keep your voice down and Arcana opens her eyes.

Those golden eyes blurted at my face.

"... thanks..."

Arcana told me so.

"What kind of thanks is that?

"Thanks to you I slept yesterday"

When Arcana rises, she draws a magic formation on herself.

Her body wrapped in light and wrapped her clothes around.

I get up, too, and when I get out of bed, I do the same, I get dressed like a demon king.

"You had a dream, didn't you?

"Seen."

"Do you think you were reborn to God after that?

Still Arcana thinks.

The expression also seemed slightly sinking.

"... Using the magic of < reincarnation (silica) > will not reborn the Demon Nation into God"

"Sure. With me now, it's impossible to reincarnate God. Nevertheless, the arcana in the dream had once been swallowed up in the dragon's womb and had come an anomaly to its roots. From the ex, she is targeted by a dragon...... Did you say Dragon Nucleus? It didn't seem like a normal existence. It doesn't seem like a possibility."

But if so, it would be the result of a number of miraculous coincidences.

It's too early to determine that it did.

"Pope Golroana called me Militia"

"If that were true, you would have come to see me as of two thousand years ago"

"............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Arcana says anxiously.

"You want to make sure?

"... Is there a way?

"I wish I could see if you were Militia. Memories don't go back. If you're prepared to know halfway through it, it'll be worth a try."

"... wants to be sure... I guess I think..."

groaned, then Arcana shook her head.

"I want to be sure"

Clearly Arcana reworded.

"Try it"

That's what I said, I'm leaving the bedroom. I left the room behind with that leg.

Arcana is following me side by side.

I'll send Misha and the others up the stairs.

"Today's Great Demon King coach is canceled. Go to Gaelahesta. Come to the training grounds of the Castle of the Demon King after you are ready. '

Moving on for a while, I saw both open doors in front of me.

When you open it, it's a big room inside.

It is a training ground.

It also has a structure that can withstand magic and demonic swords on a considerable scale.

Walking out to the center, I turned around Arcana.

"Original magic cannot affect the very origin that borrows magic. If I use Militia, the God of Creation, to unleash the magic of origin, it will be clear whether you are Militia or not."

"Even a god who forsakes his name would have no influence at all?

"That's the hard part. You who lost the name of God, even if you were a Militia, may not now be regarded as completely identical. Sometimes there will be an impact. But being able to use it means that the connection is completely disconnected."

"Based on the degree of influence caused by the magic of origin, make a judgment?

I nod.

"Depending on the object of origin, the magic that can be exercised is different. If it originated in Militia the Creator, magical control would be extremely difficult. Unfortunately, only attack magic can be properly unleashed."

Simply put, the magic you borrowed turns you into a runaway state.

Screw it down and let it go.

"I'm fine. I just need you to do what you think you do"

Arcana moves a little further away from me.

Thus, without using anti-magic, he exposed himself.

"Let's go."

Originating in Militia, God of Creation, portray the magic formations.

A pitch-black lightning bolt makes a bee noise and sticks around my right arm.

Original Magic < Demon Black Thunder Emperor (Girasd) >.

A massively swollen black thunderlight covers the training ground as it thunderbolts violently.

The next moment, a pitch-black thunder, which had grown far beyond my expectations, erupted with momentum blowing up the training ground.

Giggly, giggly, atmospheric splits, and piles of debris scatter around.

Arcana was intact because he held it down at the rind.

"What's going on?

Strangely enough, Arcana has turned her gaze to me.

"Hmm. Looks like we failed"

Original magic is difficult to control if you don't know correctly about the originating being.

If it originates in God, it is even harder to control, magic is easily rough even in the god class, and it is difficult to establish magic.

Militia, the god of creation, may be more difficult, but I usually establish magic by making that magic more rough.

A good example is the Egil Grone Angdorore.

Stabilize the inverse by rampaging the magic power of the Creating God, the Destructing God, which originated.

However, if the power is to be reduced to < Demon Black Thunder Emperor (Girasd) >, careful magic control is required and it is extremely difficult to stabilize it. Still, as long as I knew the origin of Militia correctly, there shouldn't have been a problem.

To that proof, two thousand years ago, it was possible.

I mean...

"... have you forgotten something, or they're misremembering..."

"About the Creator God?

"Oh. On these terms, I can't tell if you're Militia or not."

Arcana sighed for a moment, then said.

"I have no choice."

"The Militia that I remember and the reality that turns out to have a flaw is harvest when it comes to harvest..."

But what are you forgetting?

I can't help it because I've forgotten, but I have no idea.

"If you find a trace God, you'll remember"

"Do you know where he is?

"I don't know"

Nevertheless, it is also doomed.

There will be a way to find it.

"... Wow, what is this? I'm worn out...?

Sasha says she came into the training ground.

"< Demon Black Thunder Emperor (Girasd) >?

Next door Misha was wearing a small neck.

"Please wait, you can always go."

"Ready... ready..."

Eleonor and Zesia said.

Behind that, there's also Ray and Mass.

"I hope we can discuss this in peace."

"Haha - right... I don't know, I don't feel like that at all, but I'm in trouble..."

Cotton, and the sound of a wand.

"Kakkaka, but didn't it look a lot more interesting again? I didn't know the Cursed King and the Underworld were coming to the ground. No, no, I wonder where and what you're doing, getting ready to pull a bow on the Demon King!

Says Yale Domed with pleasure.

"It's sword swallowing, sword swallowing, sword swallowing. Don't you think so, Dr. Singh?

"There's one thing I think. Just foolish,"

says Singh, who was next to him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, stupid. That's why it's funny. You're too smart to fight the Demon King!

To subtle renegade language, Yale Domed holds his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

"Hey, Anos Voldigord. So you're dealing with enough people to collect Omae's men, huh?

"The demon clan named Celis, he says, is my father. Don't be alarmed."

"Nah, ru, ho, ooh"

Happily, Yale Domed distorted her lips.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you're a flesh parent or not. The question is, what is the man up to? I had a dream with Arcana last night, but what a crazy idea for the standards of good and evil"

On top of that, he has the power to unite his hands with the Underworld, the Cursed King, and only to destroy the Mark God.

"It's from Gadeisiola. You know about the godless, the god of disobedience."

Sasha makes her expression look bad, and Misha squeezes her hand tightly.

Pointing to the two, Selis broke off with the god of disobedience, Genudunub.

"For one thing, listen to me. If you are foolish, destroy it there"

I don't even think I'll get a decent answer back from what I've heard, but it's also true that there were puzzling points in my dreams.

You'll need to be sure.

"Let's go."

I draw the Magic Formation of Metastasis.

Seeing that, everyone drew the magic formation of.

Exercise magic, we transfer.

The next moment his vision stained bright white, before his eyes emerged the Academy of the Divine Age, the Averast Anzetta.

If Arcana holds hands, its main entrance will be opened.

We go inside and walk straight to the center of the Abelast Anzetta.

Through the aisle and open the door.

It was a circular space.

Eight seating devices were evenly installed, between the holy thrones.

"Hey, you're here."

What I've been waiting for, Celis.

Beside it is Aeges the Underworld, Kaihilam the Curse King.

"Let's ask."

Best of all, I throw words at Celis.

"What's your purpose?

"It's hard to say in a nutshell, but it is."

With a good-looking look he said farewell.

"In the meantime, I'm going to destroy Geordal today."