Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

In a section with an arena, rows were divided.

There was a line of bronze statues of knights nearby, and the owl that was stuck there uttered words.

"Please line up in the alphabetical column marked in the invitation"

Confirm the invitation you received. There was a letter F.

"Misha is."

"… E……"

She says by showing her invitation.

An owl is flying at the end of each row, holding parchment on which the alphabet was written. It would mean lining up in the same row as the invitation.

"Well, good to see you when you get into school."

"... mmm..."

Break up with Misha, I'll be in line for F. The beginning is a long way off, but with a far-sighted demon's eye, we'll see how it goes. Apparently, one person at a time was in the modem.

It's going to take some time for the order to come. Anyway, there are 100 people here alone. About 700 people if all the columns are put together.

Though it's been two thousand years, how many more descendants are there? Apparently, he didn't have to worry about losing blood.

With that in mind, wait blurry for time to pass.

After a while I was at the beginning of the line and there was a modem in front of me.

Go inside. Then there he was, once again, an owl.

But I wonder whose user demon it is, this is.

I don't feel a trace of magic from what I've seen. I guess you're hiding it well so you don't know who your husband is.

In this day and age, some seem to be able to use a little decent magic.

"Welcome, there you are. This will explain the content of the practical exam."

I guess inviting them to do exams doesn't determine admissibility.

Perhaps there is that too, but the primary purpose must be to find the original ancestors of the reincarnated Demon King.

This is the first time I've been reincarnated. Reincarnation with memories shouldn't be so rare, but I guess the demons left behind didn't know how far the demon king Anos' consciousness was.

That's all we need to talk about if we come up with a name, but, well, we've been dined up so far. Let's just say it's polite to hang out with you.

"In practical exams, students duel each other in the arena. Five winners will be allowed admission to the Demon King's College Delzogate after they have undergone magic measurements and due diligence. Unfortunately, the loser will fail."

If you are the first of the demon kings, will you ever lose?

Besides, if you look at the magic that the person uses, you will be able to tell if it is the original ancestor or not.

The test is a little too simple, but, well, is it reasonable?

"I authorize the use of all weapons, protective equipment and magic equipment. Got any questions?

"Nothing in particular"

"Then bless you with the blessings of your ancestors."

I opened the back door of the booth. Dim, elongated cobblestone passages persist for a long time.

Though his castle, it's where the fighters fight because it's supposed to be a show. That's the first time you've ever been through here.

As I went straight down the aisle, I eventually saw the light leaking from the outside.

If you exit the aisle, it is an arena surrounded by tall, circular walls.

Even higher than the walls were the audience seats, where there was a slight demonic tribe.

When you look at all of them wearing uniforms, are you a student at Demon King's College?

"Hey. I see you again."

On the other side of the arena there was a man with light black skin.

I did it lightly earlier, Zepheth.

Hmm. With the grubby fish against them, it's hard for them to understand that I'm their first ancestor, but now, what do we do?

"Are you listening to me, ah?

When I walked a couple of steps forward without answering anything in particular, the back passage was closed by a magic barrier.

Then Zepes said he was good at it.

"Oops. Are you so worried that the exit was blocked?

"What, I just thought it was pathetic that you couldn't escape. Well, don't worry, I won't kill you."

Zepes tongues abominably.

Oh, boy. You're a man who's kind enough to say it, but you don't know how to be polite.

Or are you an asshole who hasn't understood the difference in power yet?

"I'm telling you, I don't do that sweet little imitation. I'll turn your faint face into a frightened crying face, and then I'll kill you."

I couldn't help but erupt.

"Kuku, haha. No, no, kill? Who? Me?

I stare at Zepheth.

"Give me a minute, Dodo"

Even though nature and words could be enchanted, Zepheth would not be compelled to do so.

The dull armor he wraps around unfolds an anti-magic magic formation.

"Ha. I'm not eating those hands anymore. This antidemonic armor contains the power to seal any magic."

I see. Are you not good at anti-magic because you rely on that kind of armor?

He's a pitiful man to make while he's my offspring.

"We authorize the use of weapons, protective equipment and magic equipment. Winning or losing is determined by either death or the declaration of the giveup"

An owl's voice from above echoed across the arena.

"Now we will begin the practical exam with this!

Immediately, Zepheth pulls out the sword he raised on his hips.

My body was burning brilliantly.

"Are you surprised? Demon Sword Zefrid, born and sword over the ancient flames that have been handed down to my Indu family from generation to generation. This amplifies my magic a dozen times. You seem to be good at anti-magic, but you can't put out this sword flame."

"Hmm. Maybe you don't like arithmetic?

Even as he packs his time, Zepes reveals his anger.

"What are you trying to say?

"I've multiplied one by a dozen, and there will be ten"

"Bullshit!

Zepes kicks the ground. The next moment, he showed up in front of me, and I was in between the Devil's Sword Zefrid.

"Don't die."

Wow. I'll kill the stretch.

But it's a long way too late.

If I had a sword, I'd have slashed it a hundred times already, but, well, some adults would be serious about playing kids. Do you want me to go out with you?

Regardless of the weapon, the user won't even bother avoiding it with this.

Zefrid, the Devil's Sword, wielded in a flash, touches my neck muscle - I was blurry, and I saw that sword decently for the first time there.

Oh no! And I put a demon sword on the brink.

"Well, I hope you avoid it well."

Dangerous. If I'd been pushed in a few more millimeters, I'd have been hit by the faint anti-magic I'd been wrapping around all the time, and my sword would have broken in two.

The fact that it has been passed down from generation to generation by the Indu family would be a family heirloom. It's just a matter of conscience to break something so important, no matter how much you lose.

But...

"Is this the Devil's Sword?"

"That's right. You see this for the first time? True magic, different from modern magic. Yes, this is the ancient sword with the demon. Products of the Gods' Age. It's the Devil's Sword Zefrid!

... This is the Devil's Sword.

Compared to this, the sticks there, which had fallen in the days of the gods, have more magic.

I'm saying it's a product of the Gods' time, but they must have grabbed the fake. A true demon sword has a will. And with its immense magic, even its owner erodes.

The word Demon Sword has also become much more mildly treated.

"Phew."

Exhale. Then the flame of the demon sword Zefrid went out.

"Shh, shh!?

Surprising voices leak from the audience as Zepes screams without goods.

"... and I can't believe it...! He put out the demon sword Zefrid's flame...!?

"The ancient flames they say won't go away until the end of the world... and I didn't even see them unfold the magic formation...!!

Rigiri and Zepheth devour their teeth.

"You, no way, seal magic......!?

"What, I just blew it off. Even with the degree of magic hidden in its sword, it will light the flames again in a few years."

Zepes has a bitter look on his face.

"... to sealed magic, forced magic, certainly magic on an awesome level, but apparently the magic you deal with doesn't seem like a good fit for battle. So how the hell are we gonna break through this anti-demon armor?

Hmm. If you stroke him, he's going to smash his armor, but isn't that very popular, too?

"You're not going to be proud of me for breaking through."

"Hmm. Did you notice that?"

"No, I have one interesting suggestion. Because it's wrong for me and you to fight in the same position in the first place."

Zepes stares at me like he's on guard.

"Hande. I'm not moving a step from here. No magic formation unfolds, no magic in words or breath. Not only your hands and feet, but your eyes and hair, without even blinking."

"Ha! Approximate the hatchet, too. Or is that an excuse when you lose? Apparently, your magic isn't for battle..."

Zepes spits blood.

"... idiot, dude... this is..."

"Did you hear that?

Out of the way, the sound sounds.

It's a heartbeat.

There was magic in his heartbeat, and the sound shook heavily in Zepheth's body. I'm wearing anti-demon armor, but I can't say it's a very good item. There were many gaps in the anti-magic magic formation, and my heartbeat went through there.

"Or..."

Blood erupted from all over his body, and Zepes fell on his knees, and on his forehead.

"Hmm. But here we go. If you're so weak, if you're thrilled by the detours, don't let them all die."