Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

The next morning...

Me and the Demon King's College were walking on the first floor of the Sword Emperor's Palace, guided by Diedrich.

"Looks like you got some rest last night. It's a tough one."

Nikah showed his teeth and laughed, Diedrich said.

"What, because it was a good room"

"That guy is superimposed. Nevertheless, it extends to your subordinate service."

Hmm. That's something like a prophet.

"... what is the service of subordination about? What happened yesterday?

Sasha in the back is earring Misha.

"Phew."

And she leaked a laugh.

Sasha gave a slightly strange look.

"Um... what happened?

As Misha thinks, she puts on her little neck.

Then I smiled.

"Secrets"

Was it an unexpected answer, or Sasha turned her eyes round.

"Arrival."

Diedrich stopped his leg and put his hand around the gate in front of him.

The magic formation floats and the gate slowly opens.

The interior is uninterruptedly spacious, and from the blown out ceiling, the underlying light is pouring down.

What is illuminated is a sword thrust into the center.

It is such a giant sword that it should stick out of the castle, with dragon designs.

On the other side of that great sword, behind the room, it was a pure white dragon with a huge body that was glowing with fierce eyes.

"This is between pillars where only a limited number of people can get in, even in Agaha. It is the place where Velevim and Dragon Wang sit."

Rounding his gaze, he could see the Dragon Knights and Nafta indoors.

I guess he was waiting for us to come. Armored and aligned.

"By heavenly pillar support sword, do you mean that?

I glance at the central sword.

"Ouch. Let us know the pillars of order."

Nodding, Diedrich went on to say:

"This heavenly pillar sword Velevim is its pillar. The pillars of order support the canopy of the ground, and this Verevim supports the pillars of order. We, the knights of Agha, worship this subterranean bounty that God has brought us from the ancients of Tai."

I see. Because the pillars of the earth are swords, the people of Agaha who worship them become knights, and their kings may name sword emperors.

"Hmm. With this one, are you supporting the pillars of order?

"You don't have that much power. A number of pillars of order exist underground. This is one of them."

Diedrich walks straight out in front of the heavenly pillar support sword.

Looking back, he said.

"It's about getting involved in Agaha's future. This sacred place deserves it."

He gave a solemn expression and turned his gaze to the Dragon Knights, Demon King's College and both sides.

"Listen, everyone. More than this, the demon king on earth challenges the prophecy of the prophet Diedrich. Let us destroy the unchangable tragedy, the uncovered fate, with its power. Agaha's sword emperor honors their courage and pays tribute to their faith"

The Dragon Knights align their movements perfectly and pull out their swords.

Lavishly, Diedrich said away.

"To the challenge of the great demons"

The knights brought their swords upright to the side of their breasts and saluted them.

"" "Bless our sword!

Nafta walks out and lines up next to Diedrich.

She enchanted Kandaquizorte and opened both her eyes.

"Nafta, the future god, conveys it here. Demon kings on earth and their subordinates. Your challenge is the future of one in a million. In a limited world, that hearing will be imposed."

Like a strict judge, Nafta said.

"I will dispose of you for the hearing of the prophecy."

Kanda Quizorte makes a parrining noise and smashes it.

A sparkling fragment of crystal strikes the universe, counting countless more.

They swallowed the scene as a brilliant sandstorm, and the next moment, the landscape changed.

City of crystals with a huge clockstand view.

In the limited world of Naphtha, we were taken in.

"This world takes sides with the knights of Agaha and is hostile to the Demons. Of limited reason, limited rules, the future the Demons will triumph over is equal to one in a million"

Dragon Knights captain Nate, deputy captain Sylvia stepped forward a long time ago.

When Nate draws the magic formation, he removes two golden barrels from it and places them on the floor.

"You can't fight until your opponent is doomed more than it is a prophetic hearing. The hearing takes place in the form of a drink dragon battle. And it is the sword that exchanges the scales of each other, and the winner of the drinker that drinketh up first.

Protect your enemies from scales while, on the other hand, depriving them of scales and drinking them up.

I can't just take it away from you. Scale liquor is poison.

If you're going to drink it up, it's not a big deal.

"The booze fight takes place two on two. From the Dragon Knights, me and Lieutenant Sylvia get out. You should choose both of them. The hearing has already begun with that choice"

Sure, some of them would be totally unwinnable.

"Naphtha limits. Demon King on earth. You will not be allowed to challenge this hearing."

Hmm. Well, I had a prediction.

It's limited to the future of one in a million, so that's all we have.

"I don't think I'm gonna get a hearing."

"Nor in this world can we limit your victorious future to one in a million. Therefore, you cannot challenge the hearing"

In other words, this challenges the real prophecy, its simulation.

If I could have experienced how much it was in advance, I could have worked out measures.

Well, I don't have a choice.

Bring out the real world as it is, such as limiting the future to me.

"Who should I be?

With that said, um, Sasha comes to mind.

"I think Dr. Singh would be nice. The sword is strong, and the alcohol is strong."

Eleonor puts his index finger up and suggests.

"So what about the other one?

"After all, I thought you'd like someone who's compatible with Dr. Singh?

When Eleonor said, Sasha got another contemplative look.

"I wish I had Dr. Yale Domade..."

The dying king is still in Geordal.

I am teaching the church what to do about the earthquake rain.

"Ray too... alcohol, strong... sword, strong..."

Zesia said, Eleonor and Sasha looked at each other.

"Ray and..."

"Dr. Singh..."

They have a bitter look on their faces.

"... probably the worst compatible..."

"I can't imagine cooperating at all..."

I've never fought that much, I've never fought decently together.

It's still an anomalous battle to defend and drink, if only to defeat the enemy.

It would be good for those who are used to fighting together.

Plus, I want to make sure.

"Ray, Mass. I'll leave you two to it."

Ray smiled refreshingly when I said so.

"If you just want to fight, I'm glad."

"Then I guess it won't be a hearing."

If our victory is to be a future of only one in a million, we will need restrictions, let alone a limited world.

One of them is that the opponent fighting is not Naphtha. If you can't attack the Future God, it's hard to disrupt the reason of this limited-world.

The secret of the Spiritual Divine Sword, then you will be able to cut off the fate of Naphtha and interfere strongly in the limiting world, but it is sealed.

Though, the goal isn't just to win anything.

Future The future God sees, how do you trace the possibilities of a 100,000?

Or it can be a hint to overturn the prophecy.

"... but am I okay with it............?

Mass says anxiously.

"If you fight with Ray, you're the one I'm most used to"

"That's true, though."

"In Geordal, did you train in love magic?

Kokuri, and Mass nods.

"But do you say you haven't reached the range that Anos expects yet..."

"Fighting is something you don't wait for. Just fine. Try with this prophetic hearing."

"... haha... what the fuck is the hurdle going up..."

Mass gave a dry grin.

"Just because we lost this hearing doesn't mean what happens. But the next thing we are refraining from is a truly one-thousandth future, not a provisionally early limiting world. We have to grab it."

And there awaits a prophecy beyond which there is not even a 100,000 victory.

"I can't stay here like this. Let's go over there."

"... I'll try my best..."

With a stomached look, Mass nodded naggingly.

Ray and she line up and walk in front of the two dragon knights.

"Let me name you again. My name is Ray Grandsdry. Her name is Mass Reglia. Challenge your king's prophecy and stand on the stage of this battle to cross it"

When Ray puts his hands together, the Spiritual Divine Sword Evansmana appears with the light.

"O warriors on earth. I salute your courage."

Nate lifted the gold liquor barrel and threw it away.

Ray takes the barrel lightly.

"We will win if you drink up that cask of scallion you have, and you will win if you drink up this scallion I have. In this limiting world, alcohol is not spilled in an attempt to destroy a barrel. Drink what your enemies drink."

Ray nodded and put the liquor barrel behind his back.

"Do you have any questions?

"No. Oh, that's one."

As Ray came up with it, he saw Sylvia.

"Are you okay with the hangover?

"We're in the middle of a hearing right now. Forget about the feast."

Sylvia says in a sharp tone.

"I've already forgotten. I'll never remember you again."

I didn't even want to remember it.

"Nafta declares. From now on, we will begin the hearing of the prophecy."

When Future God signaled the opening of the war, Ray gently reached out to Mass.

"I'll drink scales. Will you protect it?

Mass puts his own hand gently in Ray's hands.

"... Yes..."

It was then.

"We're already in battle. What are you dairying at?"

Suddenly, Sylvia shows up in front of Mass.

That should be called a child dragon, or it was an unstoppable speed for my eyes.

"Ha ha...!!

Magic swirls and Sylvia's fist pierces Mass's abdomen.

Moment after moment, when she was well bounced, she smashed through the walls of the house behind her.

"I don't even have to pull out my sword. No need for love, love, etc. for warriors. You're weak because you take care of that for the rest of your life."

"Oh? You're a child to be a warrior who doesn't even know love."

"Become...!?

Eyes open, Sylvia turns around.

A mass that must have blown up suddenly appeared behind it.

Besides, earlier it looked like someone else.

Long stretched, deep-sea-like hair.

He wrapped his champagne black dress around it, and six spiritual feathers were on its back.

More than anything, magic is out of step.

"You don't have to use love magic."

A sticking fingertip penetrates Sylvia's torso.

On the skin of a stubborn child dragon, a dull shock was transmitted or Sylvia distorted her face in agony.

"... what, this look... this woman suddenly has magic...!?

If Mass waved through his fingertips, Sylvia's body blew away.

Doggashaaaaaaaa made a shitty noise and now she smashed through the store walls.

Mass smiles.

"If you say your reasoning is right, you're weak without love, aren't you too pathetic?