Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

The morning sun lit up my eyelids and I woke up.

I think I was dreaming.

Dream of two thousand years ago.

Militia had a sister.

I met her and received a letter she wrote to Militia.

But I can't remember.

What did she say her name was? What did you talk to her about? Even if I dive into the bottom of my memory, the visible light dazzles my eyes.

Even if it's about Abernille.

To take the order of destruction, I overthrew it and fell into the land.

Aberniyu, the God of Destruction, turned into the Demon King's Castle del Zoguedo, and Surge Eldonave turned into Venuzdonoa, the sword of Destruction.

But was that the only reason to fulfill it?

Did I have any purpose other than to deprive you of the order of destruction?

Why didn't I destroy God?

I don't think I could destroy it.

I know that the power of God to destroy Venuzdonoa, the sword of destruction, is effective against the divine people.

So, was it to increase the means of confrontation against the Divine Clan?

Or, like God the Heavenly Father, would the world have been in danger of perishing if the order of destruction had been completely destroyed?

If you can't remember Militia's sister and God of Destruction together, it is also possible that they are the same thing.

In other words, maybe Militia's sister, the creative god, is Abernille, the destroying god. The power of the Creating God is the Moon, and the power of his sister is the Sun of Ruin. When the moon rises, the sun sets. And vice versa.

For example, I also nod that Militia couldn't see her sister.

But there is no certainty.

So far, there's one clue to be sure.

It's the Demon King's Castle Delzogate.

Return it from the magic fixture to its original appearance, Aberniyu, the God of Destruction.

If you speak directly with the Destroyer God, you will be able to approach the truth.

I wish I could do that.

The manifestation of the God of Destruction, Abernius, in this world means that the order of destruction will be completely restored.

The world approaches doom, one step. Every life is susceptible to death, and the absence of a destructive god will result in the loss of the life that is alive.

I wish I could talk to him, while completely sealing his powers, but yes, it doesn't work.

Not necessarily that this is God's ploy.

In other words, they think they took my memory in order to get me back to Aberneux.

I don't remember being put into God, but sometimes it's one in a million.

Maybe you've forgotten.

But once you realize that your own memory is incomplete, it can come from next to next.

No, it could be that moment.

Surge Eldonnay destroyed something like a hint in my memory. In some cases, I noticed that the reincarnation was incomplete.

Is God of Destruction on your side?

Or are you just pretending to be on your side?

At least, I'm pretty sure someone tried to get in the way of my reincarnation.

That was only half as successful, and I was reincarnated in incompleteness.

Or maybe this situation is the intent of someone right now.

"Hmm. Well, it's trivial."

Not unlike when Avos Dilhevia.

If anyone is still up to something, they will show themselves.

You can also think loosely about how to restore memory.

I woke myself up and painted a magic formation.

The wrapped clothes changed from pajamas to plain clothes.

Leave your room and go down the stairs.

Coming to the ground floor, I heard my mother play.

"So, hey, Anos, you've become a demon king. I thought Anos was already far away. But I thought I'd have to send you out with a smile so you'd never get in the way."

From the kitchen, there is the smell of baking bread.

"Sometimes, I don't even remember your mother, and I told Anos. Then, Anos, what do you think I said? What do you think I said?

Once in the kitchen, there was a mother preparing breakfast and Misha helping with it.

She wears an apron on her white clothes at Demon King's College.

Looks like we're almost done cooking, and Misha serves bread, salad, scrambled eggs, and bacon on the plate.

She glanced at her mother and said in a pale tone.

"'Mushroom gratin is good for dinner tonight, Mother'"

"Oh, yeah!

Mother says, swinging her clenched fist down forcefully.

"Anos is back for you! That's what you told me, even your mother's kid, when you got so good. 'Cause, right, Anos, even if you say Demon King, you're only six months old. I still need your mother."

Why do you know what Misha said to me because my mother has told this story so many times.

Come on, I think I'm sick of it, but Misha keeps up with me every time, every time, in discipline.

"Anos is sweet"

"Really, really! You're so sweet, you're so worried someone might fool you."

Misha puts on her little neck.

But my mother kept talking.

"That's right, Misha, I know. Anos is sweet and powerful. Whatever you say, you're the Demon King. You looked great, Anos, at that demon king's re-enactment ceremony."

"Mmm."

In reply, Misha turns around.

Long stretched platinum blonde hair swayed fluffy.

Seeing me in her sight, she felt a slight smile.

"Me, actually, I was so thrilled then."

"Why?"

"Anos, I was worried that I would be able to speak properly in front of so many people that I might not forget to say it. But I knew Anos was amazing! 'Cause I could totally say it without making a proper mistake!

Misha blinked her pussy and eyes with no expression.

My mother is still a good one or two because her speech at the ceremony of the re-enactment of the Demon King seems like her first presentation.

Never think of that as working, etc.

It is the word spoken by the tyrannical demon king after two thousand years. Whatever it may be, the people of Dilheid will have accepted it.

That's just something I could say without mistake.

The future of Dilheid and future peace depend on what we are going to do.

Encourage without pride. What my mother is saying.

You have to remember that for your liver.

"Morning."

When Misha said, her mother looked back.

"Heh heh, good morning, Anos. I'm just ready for dinner. Will you wait in the living room?

"What about Dad?

"I'm already eating and working in the workshop. A lot of people really want their father to make the sword they use for the ceremony. Thanks to you, Anos, we're thriving."

Hmm. Well, that's the sword the Demon King's father forged. Sometimes I just reincarnated. If you're in charge of the edge, there's nothing more.

Misha brings a large plate with dishes on it with both hands.

"Go?"

"Oh."

The two of us lined up and moved to the living room.

Concon, and there's a noise coming from the entrance to the store.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Did Misha hear that, too, or she slipped her little neck.

"Unusual with visitors early in the morning"

I moved from the living room to the store, unlocked it, and opened the door.

"Ah..............."

Outside was a girl with brown hair and eyes.

It's Emilia.

"Hmm. You're a rare guest. What can I do for you?

She leans down and pulls her lips together.

"... what are you doing now?

"Just about to have breakfast"

"... Really..."

"Is that it? Emilia?

My mother made a face out of my back.

"Hi."

Emilia makes the meeting.

My mother joyfully put her hands together.

"Just great. Why don't you join us for dinner? It's Misha's practice today. I made a lot of them."

"No... that... because I'm in a hurry today... sorry"

Emilia turns her heels back, shivering and dispersing from this place.

"Emilia."

When I stopped calling, she looked back.

"I guess I have business. Let's hang out."

"... but is it breakfast from now on...?

"You've come to visit me in disgrace. I'm not saying it's worth as much as breakfast."

Looking back, I told Misha.

"Sorry, Misha."

Sifting, she shook her head to the side.

"Go for him"

"Go ahead, Anos. Good luck with your work."

My mother sends me away with a smile.

I walked up to Emilia and I asked.

"Do we talk in the castle?

"No... while walking..."

"Okay, let's do that"

Walk loosely down the road leading to Delzo Gate.

Emilia is slightly behind me, bending over and walking along.

She hasn't said anything for a while.

I slowed down my walking speed without any particular reminder.

Eventually, as she had decided to be ready, Emilia squeezed out the words.

"... I would like to see the Demon King of Atrocities..."

It was a mixed voice of humiliation, shame and suffering.

Now that the truth is revealed, I guess you're still reluctant to admit I'm real.

I understand it by reason.

Otherwise, you wouldn't call me a tyrant demon king.

But I can't follow my emotions right away.

Because for so long to this day, the existence of a fiction called the royal family has been all about her.

"Forgive"

What you want to see from me is that I want you to save me from the tragedy in Dirhade today.

Emilia's hopes are very predictable.

"... here, to me, there is no place... nowhere..."

"Maybe so."

"If thou sayest not forgive the tragedy of the people, save me..."

When I stopped, Emilia stopped, too.

"... please..."

It would be an extraordinary humiliation to ask for mercy from me.

Her voice and expression are filled with remorse and misery.

But more than that, Emilia can't stand herself right now.

"If only you were a real tyrant king."

"Emilia."

Looking back, staring straight at the girl.

"Do you really want to be saved?

"... that's natural..."

"If it's to be saved, can't you say any crying words?

Think for a while, Emilia nods.

"... Yes..."

"I will not tolerate your tragedy. But remember the liver. You're the only one who can save you. You're the only one who's blaming you."

With a look like I don't know, Emilia looked back at me.

"Do you like the work of teachers?

"... I don't hate it... that's all the work that went on..."

to be ashamed, she said.

"Now let's get back to work. Except you're going to the College of the Brave, Arklan Iska."

"... to Gailladite...? You want me to teach you human students?

"There's a problem. And in Gailladite, no one cares but the royal family."

"... but in that place, it's decided to be discriminated against just because you're a demon!

"Yes. If we are Demons, we are all equal. A demon king, a mixed-race demon like no other horse's bones."

For a moment, she stopped and said Emilia to throw it away.

"What do you mean by that... I don't..."

"You said you couldn't talk about crying, did you?

To my words, Emilia pushes silence.

"Continue to be a teacher there for a year, or, if you achieve that much in Arklan Iska, I'll let the Demon King College flourish. We will have the same status as the Seven Demons."

".................. is that true?

"I won't tell you a lie"

"Quite an accomplishment, what?

"I'll follow through with the details, but the College of the Brave is losing credibility from the people. The students seem pretty rough, too. We need to make some corrections."

Emilia thought, and said.

"Okay. Keep your word."

At worst, you thought if you put up with it for a year, it would be better than it is now.

If you get the status and the honor, you can go back to who you were before.

But such sweet thoughts don't work.

Let me tell you something. What does it mean to seek salvation from a tyrant demon king?

"Emilia. You asked me for help. Then I will never allow you to abandon being saved and run away."

With an abusive look to threaten, I stabbed her with a nail.

"Don't forget. No matter how harsh a trial you impose, you will be saved."