Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

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Melhayce leaks a bitter breath.

Venuzdonoa has pierced his head, but he has not yet perished, bringing his body.

"Hmm. Apparently you had something nasty embedded in you."

Stabbing Melhayce's brain is a slave demon sword.

Even thought is a magic tool dominated by its owners.

"Destroy."

By the Righteous Sword, the demon sword of the slave who had stabbed Melhayce in the brain was extinguished.

As she pulls Venuzdonore out of her head, Melhayce turns her vain eyes to me.

Gradually those eyes began to have a definite color.

"Are you back to sanity, Melhayce?

As frightened, he drips his head off.

"... I'm sorry, Master Anos... I've taken an unconsciousness..."

When I checked on the Union Tower, Melhayce certainly didn't remember me.

Nonetheless, it's a strange story that you've been waiting for years to kill me.

It was also conceived that, in some way, the memory was well hidden.

But I guess it was Avos Dilhevia's aim to make me think so and kill his ally, Melheis.

At that point, Merhayce certainly had no memory of me, and then it was manipulated by a slave demon sword.

There was a demon sword of the covenant stabbed in Ray's body, so I thought this would be possible.

"Who did this to you?

Melhayce shook her head painfully.

"... I don't know. I haven't even seen the face, the magic. It's about the night I met Master Anos. I was attacked by someone, and when I realized it, I was stabbed with a slave demon sword. Based on two thousand years ago, I was prepared by storing the Four Realms Wall (Beno Yevn), but I didn't even have a gap to use it."

Two thousand years ago, Merhays, who escaped Avis Dilhevia's men by exceeding the wall, was storing the < Four Realms Wall (Beno Yeven) > in preparation for the next raid?

Was it used to kill me this time?

I guess he knew Melhayce was tough over there, and he was carefully prepared.

I stab Venuzdonore to the ground.

Then the main body of the sword disappeared and only a shadow remained at my feet.

In other words, I put it in the sheath.

"It's time to connect."

Let go of my left hand, which was grabbing Melhayce's shoulder. Hold it with your right hand and press it all the way against the severed part of your left arm, joining it.

Try to move your fingers gently.

Hmm. You're not in the way.

"Get Gaios and Idol here"

"Understood."

Melhayce creates two magical gates.

When it opened, the bodies of Gaios and Idol had been transferred to the scene.

"What are you going to do?

"Other than you, the Seven Demons, the Imperial Lao, are fused with roots and their bodies are taken over"

Melhayce thinks with a strange face.

"Is it under the authority of Avos Dilhevia?

"Oh."

When Ives had to wipe out the roots, but not this time.

"Here are two root causes of Avos Dilhevia's subordination"

I draw magic formations on the bodies of Gaios and Idol.

Then, we use the magic of < Root Separation (Dj Grua) > to separate the two roots that are fused with the two.

"Enough to let you seven demons take over the old man's body. Of Avos Dilhevia's subordination, it must be quite appropriate."

Old Seven Demons is in a position to have immediate control over the heir of the Ravaged Demon King. I don't think he was just giving orders to anyone he didn't know.

Even if you don't, if you try to revive him, maybe he'll find out.

When the root separation ended with the magic of I drained two drops of blood there.

"Su, you fool who bows at me. Show me who you are."

Magic formations are drawn and the magic of Resurrection (Ingall) is exercised.

That's when...

Two shockwaves fly in like slashing and tearing space apart.

It both broke the roots that were on the way to resuscitation and wiped them out without a trace.

"Nah......!

By the time Melhayce was surprised, I was looking in the direction the attack flew.

There stood a man in a disastrous mask.

His body is covered in pitch-black all-body armor.

I can't feel the magic coming from the man, even if I stare at the demonic eye (meh) to see if the mask is some kind of magic tool.

You won't notice until the attack arrives.

"… it's impossible…… such as being forced to come in from the outside…"

Melhayce says, like a wolf.

Sure, if you go in, you can manage to transfer it out of the way, but when you open it from the outside, it's not easy.

"Hmm. Are you Avos Dilhevia?

…………

The masked man does not answer.

"Don't you want to talk? Then I'll let you care."

Put your hands at your feet.

The shadow of the sword slowly rises, and I reach for the pattern.

…………

The masked man's hand braced.

Then there was a tear in the Dimensional Prison (Azeissis), and he disappeared into it.

"Melhayce"

"... I can't sense magic, so it's hard to follow, but I don't see him in the Dimensional Jail (Azeissis). Perhaps he escaped."

Have you stomped against Venuzdonoa?

You must have been watching Mel Hayes and I fight.

If I had one more second, I'd have made it a rust of the Reaper Sword, but that sounds pretty wise.

The aim is to end the subordination of Gaios, Avos Dilhevia, who was fused with Idol? If you even let the roots disappear, there will be no leakage of information.

"May I? Perhaps we can still go after him now."

"Fine. Leave me alone"

Not if I'm chasing you now.

Maybe if you try being that masked guy, don't run out of calculations on that, too.

"I'll give you instructions later. Keep Gaios and Idol alive."

The only root of the masked man's demise is that of Avos Dilhevia's subordination.

The original roots of Gaios and Idol are safe. There will be no memory by way of example, but it will be able to resuscitate in normal conditions.

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Stick Venuzdonore to the floor and turn him into a shadow.

And the shadow disappeared.

A magic gate opens in front of you, where the Vajra Iron Sword appears.

"Would you like to come here?

"Oh."

I have the Vajra Iron Sword in my hand.

"Please, come in as you are. Lead to the arena stage. Let's get Ray Grandsdry out of here as well."

Nod, I'm going straight into the Magic Gate.

Walking in a place that looked like a mess of distorted passages, eventually, I heard voices.

"... hey, what happened...?

"I don't know. From now on, I can't magically see the stage at all, and I can't hear anything..."

"I haven't heard from the operation or anything, and what the hell happened to cancer...?

"Oh, hey, wait. Look, there! Is that a shadow?

"... Oh, it's true... you've run out of magic... there's one standing and one falling..."

"You mean settled"?

"What the hell, which one...?

The magic formation of the stage is gone and < Dimensional Prison (Azeisis) > is completely extinguished.

What you see there is me with the Vajra Iron Sword and Ray lying on his back by the broken Initio.

The owl's voice sounds.

"We have confirmed the destruction of Ray Grandsdry's sword. Winner, Anos Voldigord!

Wow, and the venue overflowed with cheers.

"Yay! Hey, you, Anos won!!

"Oh...... right. It's a big deal, he's..."

I can hear my father and mother.

"After all, Master Anos is the best in the world!

"Yeah, that's right, Master Anos, I'm super good already... gusu... uuch..."

"Hey, hey, what are you crying about?

"Yes, because I was impressed... at the Royalist Games, all the rules were against Master Anos... and I won without complaining..."

"Also, already. Suddenly I got serious."

"Oh, I'm always serious!

All the fan union girls are crying.

A huge applause echoes from the audience. Most of them were mixed, but I wonder how happy they are. He was always in such a state of excitement and coolness that his hands rang and his voice screamed to the point of withering.

When the cheers and applause came to a paragraph, the owl's voice sounded again from above.

"There will be a closing ceremony later, but first on this occasion, the winner Anos will be awarded a souvenir Devil's Sword"

Then, a girl comes to the arena wearing a dress with the Devil's Sword in her hands.

Blonde blue-eyed, with her hair down, but her face looked familiar.

The girl laughs when she comes to me.

"Congratulations"

She offers a souvenir demon sword.

"Hmm. What are you doing, Sasha?

Sasha had an awkward look on her face as soon as possible.

"And don't worry, there's Misha by Isabella. Yikes. Besides, the game is over, so you can do whatever you want."

"I didn't ask you that."

Sasha stares at me uncomfortably.

"I don't think you know, but the Necrons are quite famous. I'm not very good with swords, so it's convenient to honor the winner of the Devil's Sword Games."

You mean let's foil the winner?

Sasha is a direct line of the Seven Demons, so she's in just the right position.

"Here, take it."

Sasha is sloppy and offers the Devil's Sword.

"It's not the attitude of those who come to honor me."

I had the Devil's Sword in my hands.

"... I'll make it look like it..."

She blushes and stares at me.

"Congratulations, Anos Voldigord. Bless your sword."

I close my eyes and Sasha stretches her back towards me.

The lip gently touched my cheek.

The audience overflowed with applause again, as they congratulated me on my victory.

"Yes, let me tell you..."

He can't look me in the eye properly, leaning down, Sasha says.

"This is the decision, isn't it? It's not like I wanted to."

"Don't bother to tell me, that's all I know."

Then Sasha looks like she ate a shoulder blush.

Then he turned away from me, looking a little dissatisfied.

"... I thought I'd win, so I took it on..."

Weak, Sasha squeaks.

As if searching for words that resonated with me, she said traceably.

"I'm not going to honor a demon king other than you..."

That's a pretty cute word to say.

I smiled unexpectedly.

"Nice try."

"... hey, what... still looks great..."

While doing so, Sasha's mouth was loose.

"Ah."

And, as I recall, she leaked her voice, and then drew a magic formation before me.

It's magic. This whole audience and it is beginning to pass on to magic broadcasts.

"Anos Voldigord. Can you tell me how you feel now?

"Oh."

What needs to be said is decided.

"Thanks to this sword I was able to win"

I put it over my head to show off my Vajra Iron Sword.

"This Vajra Iron Sword, which my father worked out with his thoughts, dwelt with no less power than the Devil's Sword Initio. Unlike magic, my heart dwelled. Father is a true masterpiece."

Turn your gaze to the audience, I say.

"Thank you, Dad."

At the end of his gaze, his father looks at something much easier.

If I listened, I could hear my voice.

"... hey, what are you talking about, he is... Hey, Isabella. Look, I have to tell my school mentor or something... basically, that sword, it's no big deal. Hell, it's his power, 'cause he's hanging in there."

As I was impressed, my father weeps.

Next door my mother smiled and still wept.

"... really, he's a big guy... I can't be happier... Isabella..."

My mother was gently stroking my trembling father's back.

"We shall now begin preparations for the closing ceremony with this. Spectators, please move between the thrones."

The owl's voice sounded and the audience began to rise one after the other.

If you turn your gaze to Ray, he's surrounded by several doctors.

But it must be a wound beyond my control. It's healing magic, but it's hard to heal.

"You can back off. I'll do it."

Apply the magic of < Anti-Demonic Healing (Enshell) > to Ray.

His wounds healed and his eyes opened.

"... are you done?

Ray asked when he had been unconscious for a while, in a grim manner.

"That was a good fight."

Give a hand to Ray as he falls.

He grabbed the hand.

"I'm glad I lost, though."

Ray stood up and told me.

"But I'll win next time. So now I'm gonna try to protect everything about you."

"Let's look forward to it"

Me and Ray smile.

"... Mr. Ray, Dear Anos...!

A voice sounded like a pressing one.

If you look, Mass is coming down from the audience.

I had my eyes filled with tears.

Her face was pale and she didn't look very impressed with my victory.

"Mr. Mass... are you okay?

Ray seems worried, he speaks to her.

"... you..."

Trying to talk, Mass catches his voice down his throat.

"Hmm?"

"... sorry, do..."

Mass says traceably.

The look was overflowing with regret and self-blame.

"... Ray's mother... me... you know, and... I was a little... better, but I couldn't protect her... when I realized..."

"What, don't worry about it"

With that said, Mass rounded his eyes and questioned his expression.

"Sheila's Spirit Disease Is Cured"

I drained a drop of blood on the spot and used Resuscitation.