Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

"Zepes Indu's declaration of defeat is awknoldged, hence, the winner is Anos Voldigord"

Along with the owl voice, the magic barrier at the entrance and exit was lifted.

But that's a strange thing. The whole audience just reacts by saying they don't know the name of Anos the Demon King.

Does this mean that there are too many unbelievers who deceive the name of the Demon King to care now?

Being too famous is also troublesome. Nevertheless, well, you just have to prove it with strength.

"That was a pretty good fight."

I give Zepheth my hand to fight a good fight.

He shook his body like frightened.

"Damn, I want to fuck you! You fool! Remember that shit!!

Throwing up a threesome discarding dialogue, Zepheth fled home.

Hmm. What is he so angry about when the game is over that he won't have any grudges or anything?

I did fail because of me, but they also took my life. Wouldn't it be better if I took the exam next year?

Instead, you can go home satisfied while you fight me. If you are a demon tribe in the age of mythology, you will be about to be happy and tearful in history.

"After a ten-minute break, we will have a duel with the next examinee"

"Not necessary."

Even if I've been taking a break for ten minutes every time I do a duel that doesn't even make me such a prep movement, I'm just tired of my time.

Anyway, we have to deal with the other four. I'd at least like to hope it's not a miscellaneous fish.

"On the offer of Anos Voldigord, we will skip the break"

Just then, I saw a stream of magic coming from the aisle where Zepheth had fled back.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Screaming. Then, from the entrance and exit, a long-haired demon tribe appeared.

What a nervous face with a wrinkle between my eyebrows. He was holding Zepheth's neck up with one hand.

"Ah, brother...... oh, it was my fault... Forgive me. Be sure to…"

"Shameless."

What, and a long-haired demon clan crushes Zepheth's throat. Magic particles gather there. Bees and black thunder scorch the whole body of Zepheth.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

In an instant, Zepheth extinguished charcoal.

The long-haired Demons throw it away like garbage and they walk up to me.

"My brother took care of me"

I see. Zepheth's brother? Apparently, it's better than my brother's, but you don't like it.

"My brother's hatred, that's a good dialogue."

"It is shameless of my bloodline to take a back when a bastard. It is at least a pity that I did it by mistake with this hand."

You mean me, you bastard?

Well, I can't get any glimpses of that, but if I were a bastard, I'd be a descendant of that bastard, would that be all right?

There's something about a brotherly fight that goes by the hilariousness of being your mother.

"I think brothers help each other?

"You're a sweet man. It is the Demon Kings who are powerful."

Oh, boy. Which is sweeter. Just because you're weak, it doesn't make any sense to kill you for pranks. If it is weak, it can be used when it is weak. You won't survive in the age of mythology if you seem to commit foolishness that reduces your allies in vain.

"Apparently, you're overpowered."

"It's a boring sense of justice. Sometimes I just go out of my way to use the magic of resurrection to declare a gibberish."

A man says that, so I'm concerned and I turn my gaze out to the audience.

I see. Over there. In the third row of seats are the demons who are not in uniform. Probably an exam taker. You mean you can see your next opponent?

But it doesn't fall to my heart. In row F, where I was lined up, I was put straight through this arena and suddenly the practical exams started. You never had a chance to go to the audience.

"You apparently don't know. We, the pureblooded Demon Kings, or the Imperial Family, can choose our opponents. It's not the same as a bastard with a mix of blood from its original ancestors."

Hmm. The alphabet that was on the invitation. Was that a mix of my blood? But I don't know who thought about it, but it's funny.

Pure blood and mixed blood have nothing to do with how much power I inherit. Because it's like telling me to kill you before you're reincarnated, even if you're doing something that easy to understand.

In the first place. The rationale of being strong because of pure blood, weak because of mixed blood, is scarce in evidence. A drop of Demon King's blood is enough.

I honestly can't believe I didn't think of anything like this.

"Apparently, you finally understand the position"

"No, what, you think you care about crap?"

Pic, and the man's temples cramp.

"... crap, you say?

"Oh, crap. The Demon King, because he's strong, just calls him that on his own. That's pure blood? Position? Ha. Don't make me laugh."

To my mockery, the long-haired Demons distort their faces uncomfortably. Maybe you're proud that it's my direct line, but it's boring pride.

"I don't mind creating a privileged class. In all times, those people are what they are. But the Demon King is the one who twists every power, every law, in his own power. The one whose descendants are now privileged."

Either the ridiculous things got in the way, or the long-haired Demon Clan flies a gaze that was killer.

"Let me take the royal criticism and acceptance of the word now, which belittles the greatness of our ancestors. If so, this demon emperor Riorg Indu should be sentenced to death from scratch"

"Why would my telling you about me belittle my feat?

"... what?

"He's a bad guy. He says I'm his ancestor."

Then Riorg looked at me with hatred in his eyes.

"You. You know what you're talking about?

"What is it? Is that what you said I was?

Then Riorg shouted, as if he had exceeded the limits of patience.

"That disrespectful attitude of deceiving yourself that you are your ancestors, you deserve to die!!

"You don't know. In your opinion, the reborn demon king is a manuke who doesn't know who he is?

"Shut up! It is a great sin to doubt the direct words of the Seven Demons!!

Seven demons royalty. Hey. There's another alias that I don't know, but come on, let's find out.

"What you're saying is completely unfounded, but well, I don't blame you. The Demon King doesn't prove it in words."

"You! Fool the direct words of the Seven Demons royal family again!!

I don't mean to, but you're a pain in the ass.

"Fine, call me back. I'll tell your body that I'm your ancestor."

If I provoked him, I thought he'd jump right at me, but unexpectedly, he saw the direction the day after tomorrow. The audience.

"Tell him what happens to the end of those who criticize the royal family"

According to Riorg, three demons, who were in the audience, jumped into the arena.

"Hmm. Okay? Sure, I'm supposed to be on my way to the entrance exam now?

Asking so, Riorg said, as a matter of course.

"What are you afraid of and aware of? This is a clean entrance exam. Defeating one person at a time would be a hundred million robberies, so I'm just going to save you the trouble. Prove to be your ancestors, so it's only natural."

I'm guessing owls flying over are referees, but they don't seem to be going to point out any particular rule violations either.

I see. Is this a privilege, too? If the royal power is not extended, I guess we are letting it pass by these means.

"But what about the four of us?

"It's late now. Regret what you said, and die."

"What am I mistaken about? I'm saying it's too little."

Riorg made his expression rude.

"What?

"He says there aren't enough miscellaneous fish for the four of us to prove ourselves to be the original ancestors. Come on, all the goose necks are lined up."

"You…"

The demons who were watching this one in the audience continue to jump to the arena without Riorg having to instruct them. I guess it's pureblood and nasty. He always turns his back on me.

Something like 80 people in total?

"The mouth is well said to be the source of evil."

"Not at all. If you hadn't said something extra, you wouldn't have had to sacrifice 80 people."

Even though Riorg looked uncomfortable, he laughed as soon as he reconsidered.

"No matter how the undead deceive their original ancestors, they unilaterally slaughtered the royal family. I can't give this one a hand for ten seconds. In the meantime, prepare for powerful magic at best."

"Huh. You started pounding a lot louder as soon as you got more allies. He's the one who looked down."

Until just now, the most angry man, but out of lots of room, he just laughs all the time.

"You have time to talk? It's been ten seconds."

Riorg's dialogue, like winning, made me laugh.

"Come on. Ha ha."

"What's wrong? Have you lost your mind over so much fear?"

"You still don't realize? Gather the eyes of the devil better."

A demonic eye is an eye that sees magic. Warned, Riorg finally tries to sense the flow of magic, putting magic into his eyes and working his demonic eyes. He was annoyed as soon as he could.

You must have noticed that your own magic is rampant.

The demons that surrounded me raised a voice close to screaming.

"Hey, what is this...!? The magic is on its own......!?

"Dumb...... I didn't even have a bareback unfolding my magic formation...... like this...... stop it......!!

"This guy... to as many as eighty royalty... magic at the same time...!?

"What did you do? What the hell did you do?!?

Oh, boy, that's about as sloppy as this.

"Sora, take control of yourself as quickly as you can. Otherwise..."

The faces of the demons that surrounded me turn bright blue, trying to control their own magic as they manage to storm off. But I can't make it.

"You're gonna die."

Moments later, a shitty noise sounded, and eighty people descending into the arena exploded flashly as if they were a gunpowder bank on fire.