Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Two thousand years ago...

Demon Castle Delzo Gade.

The darkness of the night was deep and full of silence.

On the throne lies Anos, the Lord of the Castle, the Demon King.

He had his cheeks on and his gaze was dropping into the dark, as if he had conceived.

Hilarious, the light flickers.

He raises his face and turns his gaze to the high window between the thrones.

There, the silver light shined.

In the night sky, which was surrounded by darkness, the Artieltonoa is pale and shiny, which should not have existed until earlier.

Hilarious, hilarious...

A piece of petal, similar to a snow crystal, slips through a high window and enters the castle.

It softly descended in front of the Demon King.

With the blink of silver, the snowflake symbolizes the contour of a person.

That's how the long-haired girl - Militia, the God of Creation, manifested herself on earth.

She turned her quiet eyes straight to Anos, the Demon King.

"Have you been waiting?

"I thought it would come"

Anos gets up and lets him walk loosely to Militia.

"Abernille, the culprit of destruction, I have fallen."

Quiet, Militia nodded.

As we already know.

"This castle?

"It's the end of it."

With two eyes, the Creator saw the castle.

As overlooking the world, her divine eye should have seen everything about the Demon King's Castle Delzo Gade.

"- Abernille..."

Words spill gently from her mouth.

"What did you say?

For a moment, Anos closed his eyes.

The Word of the Destroyer God before turning it into the Devil's Castle Delzo Gade comes to mind.

"I don't want to be desperate."

The voice, indeed, was a sorrow that the divine tribe was not supposed to have.

It was therefore deeply engraved into the heart of the Demon King.

Opening his eyes, he looked straight at the Creating God, and he told him.

"There are already many of them in the doomsday order."

"You saved her."

Like mocking himself, Anos laughs.

"I wonder. I just didn't like this world, where everything was so brittle and doomed. To make Dilhade the country I want, the God of Destruction, Surge Eldonave was in the way."

If Anos puts his hands together, Delzo Gade's 3D Magic Formation will activate.

A shadow sword appeared there, along with the countless magic letters that rose, pointing the pattern at his hand.

The Demon King grabbed it.

The shadow flips and Venuzdonoa, the Irresistible Sword, reveals himself.

"I'm not saving you. I'm just sending the problem forward."

To the sharply eyed Anos, Militia said.

"You fought as hard as you could as one life living in this world"

I don't change my expression, but with some kind look, the little god says.

"And then there's the role of order, the Creator God"

"I can't be so mean. I've come this far. Let's hang out till the end."

Quietly Militia shook her head left and right.

Long hair shakes loosely.

"It's okay."

Militia took Anos' gaze softly.

"... Hmm. If you don't need my help, I've never been over it. What are you gonna do?

"I'm thinking. And."

Militia said, in a gentle voice.

"Because it's what she wanted"

"You know what I mean?

Militia smiles slightly.

"It was in the letter you delivered to me."

"Right."

Anos raised the cutting edge of the Irresistible Sword only slightly.

"Here."

With that mouth, the Creator gently touches his own chest.

"If I care about that, you're doomed."

To the faceless Creator, Anos said.

"Aren't you afraid?

"God is order. Nothing to be afraid of."

Releasing his hand from his chest, Militia stretched out to invite him.

"Come."

The tip of Venuzdonoa turns to Militia.

Leaving the silence of the night, he walked loose without setting footsteps, and the Demon King pierced the right breast of the Creator God with a demon sword that would destroy reason.

No blood flowed, and now, the blade slashed God.

Something important to her.

The sword of destruction destroys order.

"< Born (Silica) >"

A giant magic formation is drawn, and Anos wields the sword of Ritual Extinction that he has pulled out.

Black particles begin to rise from within the castle.

It is a shard of consciousness, detached from the God of Destruction, Abernius.

Every grain of it fills the throne chamber.

Anos saw the root of the lie wandering through the magic formation of.

"Militia, your wish will come true. Aberniyu, the God of Destruction, is reincarnated as a demonic tribe. Without being tied to order, he would undo God's attire and release his thoughts"

"To your bloodline?

Militia asks.

"Abernille and I have the same. One scale of this demonic eye will be expressed in the distant offspring that have been created from my blood. Connect their demonic eyes and illuminate them with their own swords."

Even if God is God to be reborn.

Anos, the demon king, destroys the order, Venuzdonoa.

"Be nice to him"

"Me? To Abernille?

Militia nods.

"Because you are reincarnated, you should refuse to engage with the previous life, etc. Especially in the past, when it was God of Destruction."

"Forget your memories, don't forget your thoughts"

In a tone of certainty, the Creator said.

"If that's the reason of the world, let's destroy it."

Militia smiled.

Just as Anos the Demon King also says there is something indestructible.

"Follow your thoughts, you'll remember"

Her eyes emit a silver glow.

"About you."

"What makes you think that?

As if to be merciful, and just a little happy, Militia replied.

"Because she fell in love"

It's an honor.

Anos said to mock himself.

"It's just a imprint. It just so happens to be me that brought my first emotions to Abernille and that I was able to free myself from that destructive order. In a peaceful world, your mind will be even freer."

Anos took his gaze off Militia and looked up at the high ceiling.

Or maybe that was telling Abernille.

"I have taken away every shackle that binds my heart to the rough world, to the order of destruction carried on my back, to the sins I have committed"

Loosen your mouth, Anos says.

"If that's what you want, you can fall in love again. With a free heart without shackles. Truth, it's about meeting the one you love."

The Creating God stands silently.

As Anos glanced back, she opened her mouth.

"Let's exchange covenants"

"Ho."

The demon king gave an intriguing look to the suggestion of the Creator God.

"If you're reincarnated, go see her first"

"So?"

"If she falls in love, get it for her"

There was something wrong with the little god who spoke so with a serious look, and Anos laughed out loud.

"Kuha. Did you come to get it? Give me that horse. Something funny."

Ringing his throat, Anos laughs.

pale, Militia said.

"God doesn't crack jokes"

"Think about it"

Anos turned his gaze to the magic of

The reincarnation of the Divine Nation is not at will with that of the Devil Nation or of man.

It would be even more so if it were to be disconnected from order.

"Do you want to decide your name?"

Militia questions her eyes and peeks into Anos' face.

"Abernille is born as my descendant. It's harder to find with you than to lose God's order. In addition to the Devil's Eye of Ruin, there's no harm in keeping it marked."

Aberniyu is born as a descendant of the demonic tribe that Anos magically creates.

We will be able to work at the root of our descendants, let their teachings be passed down from generation to generation, and determine their names.

"If you can't think of one, I'll decide."

"Sasha."

Militia said.

"How's Sasha?

"Good name."

To Anos' words, the Creator smiled.

"Thanks"

Anos turns around and asks her.

"What do you do?

For a moment, Militia gets stuck in a response.

After a while of thinking, she said with a gentle look.

"Somewhere, in this world and watching over you"