Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

"Someone you know?

Staring at the inscribed letters on the wall, yes Misha asked.

"... Hmm. I guess you know. But I don't know who this is all about."

Then Misha peeks into my eyes.

You're trying to gauge my heart, but it's a blame kind of gaze.

"... falling in love..."

"That's what it says."

"Again."

pale, Misha said.

Sure, I'll fall in love again, it says.

"I fell in love 2,000 years ago"

"Sometimes in mythological times, it's unusual."

Misha puts on her little neck.

"No one liked Anos?

"Well, I don't know. These days, they weren't the same. It's an honor to have a crush on me, but I probably couldn't tell you."

"Because you are the demon king of tyranny?

I nod.

"It wasn't peaceful. I can't even say what I think, come on. You wrote down the thoughts hidden within here unwittingly."

Relax close to the wall and gently touch the letter.

I felt uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?

"Magic is being done"

At first glance, it would be quite an operator not to be enlightened.

I work the Devil's Eye and peek into the abyss hidden in its letters.

"Hmm. I see. Looks like we're gonna have to wait till night."

"Looking for the King of Death first?

"What, there's not much time left until sundown. Let's take a break for a while."

Turn the wall back and sit down on the spot.

Misha came next to me and sat down for a while.

"What about Sin and Leno?

"As always, Sin seems to be swinging. But Leno also looks like he's struggling. I don't know why it looks good on you."

From the sight I shared with Ray and Sasha, I watch Singh and Leno interacting in Ahalthern, throating and I laugh.

"... Sin, can you get love?

"It would be possible if that man sincerely wanted it"

Pachi and Misha blink.

"His root is the Devil's Sword"

Misha squeaks pale.

"Still okay?

"Did you think you couldn't love people because they were demon swords"

As a surprise to my words, Misha rounds her eyes.

"If what you truly wished for from the bottom of your heart is that you can't get it, then you just have to destroy that world"

I kept saying to Misha, who looked anxious.

"Militia, the god of creation, said so"

"... have you created a kind world?

"Right. This world she created is warm, full of love and hope. It was supposed to be very sweet."

"What changed, how?

"Nousgaria, well, there are many gods in the world, not just Militia. Whether the Demon King makes a kingdom, the kingdom will not be what one king thinks it is. The world is also turned by the will of many divine tribes"

With a cocky nod, Misha listens seriously to me.

"But the underlying thing, the backbone of this world, is an order full of Militia's mercy. If you wish from the bottom of your heart, this world she created will always respond. No matter how devastated, no matter how much strife spreads"

Misha's tender gaze strokes my face.

"Do you believe that?

Militia was moaning.

When she said so, Misha clenched her neck, wondering.

"In this world irrationality is brought about by the gods, and tragedies are spreading. She once bowed her head to me, saying she was sorry for creating a sad world."

Only slightly, Misha smiles.

"There are all kinds of gods"

"Right. Until I met Militia, I thought that the Divine Clan was something I didn't think about, like the Demons, humans, or spirits. No matter how much you pray, you don't have to do miracles. They only bring miracles to the world that are convenient to God, and they only keep an order that is convenient. the circumstances of what lives in this world, etc."

Once, to me, all gods were irrational themselves.

But some don't.

"Militia did a miracle for the Demons?

"Her power is the creation of the world. There is only so much that can be done about this world that has already been created. Re-creating the world is synonymous with breaking what is now in this world."

It's not like we can create new things without limits.

If order and reason are to be preserved in order for this world to be this world, it is necessary to lose something in order to get something.

"By doing a great miracle, another great miracle is lost. If you create something, something will be destroyed. In most cases, what made Militia the God of Creation was so much about watching and wishing for the world. Let this world, which has already been created, continue on the gentle path."

Misha thought, and said.

"The best thing you could do was do nothing?

"I guess so. The power of God is the very order of the world, the very rules of the world. Therefore, if you exercise a miracle, there will be distortions in the very order you have. It descends in the form of irrationality to the people who live in the land. Still, many other divine tribes did not mind using their power, but Militia did not"

By exercising miracles, the Creating God feared that his own order would be distorted.

If the order of creation goes mad, the impact on the world will be enormous.

Militia couldn't do anything.

Doing nothing was her utmost resistance.

"One thing with her, I made a promise"

"What promise?

"If other gods are going to bring tragedy and irrationality, I will destroy it."

Heh, and Misha laughed.

"Gentle"

"It's not a big deal. I really wanted to teach a kind, loving, healthy God. She created this world, and I was born out of it, and I was never unreasonable."

I wanted to prove that the world she created was kind.

That's what you can do because you're not a god.

"So did you build a wall?

"It's one of the reasons. I wanted peace with me."

Misha tilts her neck quietly and deposits her head on my shoulder.

"Anos."

"What?

"Is the world at peace?

"Better than old times. But apparently, it's not enough."

Blurry and Misha glanced at the window as she left her weight with me.

The twilight sunlight illuminates the interior of the tower.

Staring into the sunset, we often took a break and waited for time to pass.

Eventually, the sun sets completely and the moon illuminates the earth.

A blurry, cold light poured down into the tower.

"It's a good time."

Me and Misha got up and stared at the wall.

Through a magically rigged window, the reflected light of the moon pours down into the letters on the wall.

Then the inscribed letters changed.

To Anos the Demon King.

The dying king aledmed,

I'm in a cemetery hall dedicated to the dead of war.

With the magic of decay, the door is opened.

And then...

I kept fighting until they called me atrocious.

to the future of the gentle demon king,

Please let the peace come.

I am always by my side,

I'm watching.

Until the very end,

Ever.

"... strange..."

That's what Misha said as she stared at the letter on the wall.

"I can't write this letter unless I know Anos will use Time Retrospective (Levaron)..."

"Probably Militia. She sees the world. Maybe he noticed that I was coming from the modern age on Time Retrospective."

"What about the Righteous Sword...?

"It may be Militia's fault, but I don't know. Say God, I can't do anything. I thought it was impossible for the Creator to manipulate Venuzdonoa with the power of destroying God...?

But with me, you don't know everything about God.

At least, I don't think I could have sent this message to anyone but the Creator God.

There's no reason to send it.

"Is the Creator not here?

"Oh. If you're at Delzo Gate and you know about Time Retrospective (Revalon), you'll come see me. Originally, the gods followed their own order and appeared on earth. I guess not being able to come and see me means I'm in God's realm now"

"... Too bad?

Misha says strange things.

"Why?

Think still, she says.

"I felt that way"

"If I could meet an old friend, I would never have gone beyond that, but he gave me enough souvenirs to put away. If you want any more, you'll be punished."

The Rigid Sword and where the Yale Domed is. Well, I'm not sure about the Reaper Sword.

Indeed, I received Militia's thoughts.

"Let's go."

Then she shrunk her body until she was six years old, and prepared clothes of that size to wrap around.

After the tower, we went for a cemetery dedicated to the dead.