Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

A week later...

Delzogate Demon King College, second coaching ground.

King of Death Yale Domed comes to the classroom delightfully as he carves his steps into a nose mix.

Sin came in late and closed the door.

When all the students make sure they are seated, the King of Death laughs satisfactorily.

"Wonderful, aren't they all in attendance today!

He holds the wand with both hands and falls on the floor.

"Well, today is the college exchange I've been waiting for with the College of the Brave. Quickly, I would like to say that I have already experienced the expedition exam to Gailladite"

The king of death, Yale Domed, twirled and spun his wand, pointing Bishy at the tip to the students.

"There it is. Today, use the magic of < Metastasis (Gatom) > to go to Gailladite all at once. Stand up, everyone."

The students get up.

One female student raised her hand.

"... Doctor, um, can I ask you a question?

"Aren't you enthusiastic, stay. Say it."

"... yes, stay, it's Naya, Naya. Doctor, do you remember your name?

"Whatever. The rest of Naya. Omae stays and studies in the library as she does every day. Therefore this dying king gave him the two remaining names."

The rest of Naya makes a peek at her laid-back expression.

I'm just saying I don't need those two names.

"Whoa, don't look like that. If you don't like it, there are two names: review.

"... you can stay..."

I seemed to give up.

"So why don't we ask the questions"

"Ah, yes. Well, it's a boring question, but isn't it a lost magic? How did it get lost?

"Cuckoo, that's a good question. The rest of the nayah!

The King of Doom and Death puts a staff on him.

"Let's answer. Not so many people could use it even two thousand years ago. Because, on the other hand, it is difficult to construct magic ceremonies that do not require much magic. This is, for one thing, due to the magical environment that connects space to space, we have to change the technique."

Yale Domed points the demon eye at the space on the spot.

"It's almost equal to building on the spot rather than change. A peek into the abyss of space combines magic formulas suitable for it. Therefore, there is no non-nuclear stereotype in the metastasis ceremony, which is why this magic has been lost."

The magic of having to change the surgical ceremony according to the environment existed in numerous ways two thousand years ago. Among them, the metastasis is relatively easy, but the surgeon has lost most of it.

"That is. Now, as long as we know the magic ceremony for this moment, according to the magic environment, we can use it for the Omaes."

Alemade depicts the magic ceremony on the blackboard.

It is an effective surgical formula only if you go from this place to Gailladite at this time.

"Come on, try it. It's magic that crosses the distance in a flash developed by that demon king. Two thousand years ago, a shock ran into the world when the tyrannical demon king showed the concept of losing distance. Feel the surprise and excitement with your own hands!

Even though Yale Domed said so, the students had an anxious look on their face.

If you fail in magic, it's probably because you don't know what's going to happen.

The King of Death points to Naya with his staff.

"The rest of Naya, let's start with Omae"

"... wah, me...? So, but... I think the teacher knows, I'm the worst at magical practice in my class, and, uh, can you...?

"A foolish question, a foolish question, not a foolish question, lingering. The worst? What's wrong with that? Don't compare your back in such a narrow place, look up more. Think about it. Compared to the tyrannical demon king, even the magic of this dying king is tantamount to a prank. We are all equally shitty before the Demon King."

Naya gave a pompous look.

"Then it doesn't even begin to look at the others. What Omae should face is magic. It is that abyss that you should stare at. < Metastasis (Gatom) > is just difficult to change the magic formula, otherwise it is easy. Compared to other magic, it is at best difficult. There's no way Omae can't do that."

Actually, it's harder than < Flame (Grega) >, but it's magic that can only reach Naya. Build your confidence, I guess you're going to make me jump.

"Do not insult the evil eye of this dying king. Now, go."

When Yale Domed said, he closed his eyes and the rest of Naya drew the magic formation of the.

As the magic was sent, her figure faded away, as she had crossed the distance.

"Cuckoo, look. Isn't that successful?"

Ooh, and a voice leaks like admiration all over the classroom.

"If I could go to Naya, I'd be fine, wouldn't I?

"Oh, let's try it, too."

"Something's so exciting ~"

Students metastasized one after the other.

"... if this were all I'd feel like flying somewhere weird about one person..."

Sasha uses the magic of.

Each of the Rays also drew a magic formation.

"Well, the King of Death will collect it responsibly."

When I used Metastasis, my eyes stained bright white.

In the next moment, it was the Great Auditorium of the College of the Brave, Arklan Iska, that was in sight.

Students at Demon King's College are moving toward the left from the blackboard.

On the right was seated the students of the College of the Brave. Everyone wears a scarlet uniform. Ex-Gergacanon, I guess.

They all opened their mouths gently and watched indignantly the students of the devil tribe as they moved one after the other.

"... oh my god, thats... how dare they all show up with lost magic, you're joking tough..."

That's what I said, Laos Zilfo. He was a fiery brave man who Sasha defeated in a college-by-college confrontation exam.

Now that he had named Kanon's reincarnator but turned out to be someone else, Kanon's letters have disappeared from that name.

"... those are the demons who came to the college exchange before..."

says Heine Iorg.

Ray took the Holy Sword from me in a counter-test and I was severely ill, but I was able to recover with the generosity of the dillheid side.

"Yeah. When did you get that much magic? Previously, it was seen as not even at our feet…"

Redriano Azeschen lifts his glasses with his index finger all the time.

"… is this the power of the Demon King…"

"But he doesn't seem to be here."

Heine says.

"... you just didn't come. I need to go to college..."

And when Laos saw Ray's face, it solidified.

"... Brave Kanon... what the hell are you doing here..."

He says to throw it away.

Heine and Redriano were silent, but shifted their gaze to the classroom so as to distract them from Ray.

I guess they have something to think about Ray, who believed himself to be the reincarnator of Canon. The other brave college students were whispering when they saw Ray's face.

"Yes, yes, please be quiet. We'll start the class."

With his hands clapped, it was Emilia who went up to the lecture.

But students at the College of the Brave keep talking, as if to ignore her voice altogether.

"I'm listening. Quiet, please!

About a few days after Emilia took office.

You don't seem familiar with the class yet.

"Cuckoo, isn't it good to be healthy"

Yale Domed walks toward the classroom, pointing a licking gaze at the human students.

Emilia, feeling a little confused, made a meeting with the King of Death.

But the students at the College of the Brave have not yet been quiet and continue to talk.

I watched it for a while, and Yale Domed gave me a wand.

"Anosh Porticolo. Come on."

Standing up, I walked up to the stairs.

"... what, kid...?

"How did you see it, you're six or seven...?

"... that's also a student at Demon King's College... what the...?

From the humans, a strange voice leaked.

"Listen carefully, humans. I understand very well that the Omaes are not interested in college interactions. Then why don't we do this? Representing both schools, one at a time. What if, if the College of the Brave wins, there's no point in the College Exchange, which means that all scheduled periods are suspended?

"Uh... well, that's not how... I have trouble getting a recess..."

"What are you worried about? Can't we lose like humans?"

Alemade kicks Emilia's words.

"As you can see, the representative of the Demon King's College is this Anosh Porticolo. If we beat him, the Omaes can take a break from class for a while. If you lose, they'll take it seriously. Or do you want to run away with your tail wrapped around your kid? A student wants to be a brave man?

Students at the College of the Brave react in a muddled manner to the provocation of the Yale Domed.

That's what I'm saying.

Heine uttered a busy voice.

"Demons are cheats, aren't they? How many kids are you gonna make a favorable match for that one anyway? I don't want to do that."

"I mean, you can do it if you're in Omae's favor, human. Come on, come on up. And decide how to compete."

Heine is surprised that he was entrusted with the way of battle, or for a moment he shuts his mouth.

But soon, he gave me a sneer and a grin.

"Yeah. Well, that's fine."

Heine stood up like a pain in the ass and went up to a wide lecture.

"If you beat that guy, will you really put me off?

"Whatever."

"Promise."

Heine laughed invincibly and looked at me.

"Well, it's about the battle."

Heine nibbled and said:

"Let's compete in dice. Shake the dice, I wonder if it means a bigger number wins? Fighting, magic, the Demons are strong."

"I don't mind."

Heine hands me a wooden dice.

"Hmm."

You have a skewed center of gravity.

Dice for squid. It is made with very little output except one.

Okay, I'll do it.

Heine releases the dice.

My eyes are five.

"I did it. Look, you've got to give me six more."

If you peek into the abyss of the dice with a demonic eye, you can see that the dice over there is finely crafted to make it easy for the five to emerge.

Did you not make it six because you did something too extreme and don't get suspicious of Squid Sama?

I'll do it anyway, so I just need to make sure the biggest results are achieved.

"I ask you one thing, do you mind shaking it in any way?

"Huh? Oh, you're free to shake it. No matter how you shake the dice, it depends on your luck."

Emphasizing the word depends on luck, Heine is giggling damned.

"Hmm. Very well. But no matter how much wooden dice you made, it was a mistake to make it such a nasty floor."

"What are you talking about?"

A fierce noise rang from the stone classroom.

He shook his dice and slammed it directly underneath.

As I was aiming, on the stone floor, the dice was engulfing.

"Nah...... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!?

They pierced the floor by reading and tapping the eyes of the stone, a wooden dice of inferior strength.

"Hmm. This looks like six."

And the appearance of the dice upon the floor was six.

Making use of the local interest and limiting the appearance of dice is a normal technique two thousand years ago.

Therefore, when fighting for dice, it is common sense to use a material that is basically impenetrable to the floor. Then there are a number of moves to make the desired appearance.

Dice depends on luck, Heine said, but apparently, even dice moves are degenerating in these days.

Two thousand years ago, competing for dice was nothing more than how you can keep coming up with your aim.

For this reason, it was normal to throw not one dice, but about a thousand at the same time. With a thousand, one of them would sometimes be off target.

Whatever, I never took it off.

"... Hey, wait a minute. That's a good way to shake it! That would be against the rules! Swing it back, swing it back!

"You're the one who said it doesn't matter how you swing it"

"... it's..."

I said to Heine, who didn't even make a sound.

"Well, no matter how many times you shake it, it's the same."

I picked up my dice and shook it again.

The corn and the dice rolled, and again the six came out.

"... Whew...!? Hey, why the heck......!? Except for one..."

I almost said it, and Heine gave me the look that it was gone.

"Looks like you're relying on tools, not yet. Learn to dice better. Even if the center of gravity is skewed, it's definitely not the only one out there. If you can peek into the abyss of the dice and read the environment and air on the floor, then you can make the appearance you like by simply regulating force application and subtraction"

I pick up the dice and shake it again.

It's six.

I shake the dice to show it off again and again, but I only get six after doing it again and again.

Heine could only look at the situation with a startled look on her face.

"Whatever dice you're looking for, it's not me."