Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

A few days later...

There was a nostalgic front door to my castle in front of me.

There is only a castle built as a three-dimensional magic formation, and even after two thousand years, its laid-back standing is alive and well. Although it is somewhat old, that has been the case since I lived there.

When it comes to the only thing unusual, is it about changing its name to Demon King College?

Looking around, there are those who keep going into the main entrance. He'll be the one who came to take the entrance exam.

"Anos, hang in there"

I told him I didn't have to, but when I found out there was an entrance exam, my mother and father came all the way to school to drop me off.

"You, that's it, that. Heh, heh, it's a normal heart!

My father is a mess.

"No, let's let Dad settle down"

"Ooh. Looks like you're gonna be okay with that."

"Yeah, yeah. My Anos is so solid already in a month, I'll definitely pass!

Naturally, there are no other demons like my parents coming with me.

A little, the gaze around me was embarrassing.

"Well, I'll be there"

Kuru, turning his heel, heads to the line of demons lined up in front of the main gate.

"Hang in there, hang in there, Anos! Come on, come on, Anos!

Hmm. I have a problem with my father...

But is this what human parents are?

It's not bad out there, but it's awkward, or something.

"Fray, fray, meesha! Fight, fight, meesha!

Unlike my father's, I heard an embarrassing cheer from behind.

Hiraki, and looking in that direction, a man with a tough beard grabbed his fist and shouted up.

Though somewhat mixed with demonic blood, apparently people's blood is thicker. About the same as my father? That would mean human beings.

At the end of the man's gaze, there was a girl walking too embarrassed or faceless. Long stretched platinum blonde hair is a fluffy vertical roll. She's an adorable girl with pale eyes, nasal muscles that go right through her eyes, and an indecent look on her face.

The wrapped clothes are robes based on black and white. Are embroideries, designs, etc. of demonic origin? Then maybe both parents aren't human parents, like me. Maybe the mother is a demon.

"Hang in there, hang in there, Anos! Come on, come on, Anos!

Shortly before entering the main gate, I heard my father's voice again from behind.

The girl earlier looked back at me strangely, and after her father's gaze, she looked at me.

"Ah..."

I just got my eye on it.

"Don't struggle with each other"

When she said so, she laughed as if she had hung up.

"... mmm..."

The girl gave her consent briefly.

Whether you're a lousy mouth or an oligarchy, you don't try to open your mouth any more.

But it doesn't look like he's on guard here.

"I'm Anos. Anos Voldigord"

After I said it, I wondered if it was a little bad.

Anyway, this is the name of the demon king's original ancestors. On the other hand, it is also true that there is no reason to hide it otherwise, which I hope will not result in unwanted noise.

Well, either way, I get it. The only difference would be whether it was early or late.

"... Misha..."

Unexpectedly, she never particularly touched my name.

"... Misha Necron..."

I wondered not to show any interest either, but then that would be fine.

It's been 2,000 years. It also means that no one and he are interested in Anos the Demon King.

Nice to meet you, Misha.

"... mmm..."

Again, Misha answered briefly.

A man stood in front of me as I tried to knock at the front gate as it was.

She has shallow black skin and strengthens her whole body like steel. Do you cut all white hair short and have an appearance age of 20?

The man grinned ill-bottomed as he looked down and told us.

"Ha. I was accompanied by my parents for the entrance exam. Ah, since when has Demon King School become a playground for kids?

Hmm. What's all of a sudden, this guy?

"... Hey, is that it?

"Oh... that's not good... If a young, deserted Zepheth puts his eyes on him, he can go home satisfied..."

Apparently, this guy is famous there.

Does that mean the row continues on the right hand side? Sure, there must have been an arena over there for the show, but I see, are you saying that the entrance exam will test your strength?

"Is Misha good at fighting?

"... not really..."

I guess that means I'm not good at it.

Well, I'm at peace, so I don't mind.

We headed to the right hand side where the line continued.

"You......!! Oh, it's you, you!!

They spoke so loudly, I turned around and did it.

An earlier man was staring at me.

"Hmm. You finally turned this way"

Oh, boy, you're not being polite to my offspring.

Do you want to get some moxibustion?

"I'm sorry. Too little magic to get into my eyes"

"Huh..................!?

As soon as, the man peeled his eyes like mad.

"Is this an insult to me knowing that I am Zepez Indu, the Duke of Demons?

"The Duke of Demons...? No, I've never even heard of it. Are you famous?

Oh, well. Not in the age of mythology, but a pompous alias born in the last two thousand years or less?

"Hey, if you're going to apologize, it's time."

It was a terribly cold voice.

Zepes turns his relentless gaze and grips his fist all the way. Particles of magic gather, and there are many magic formations drawn.

Hii, Fu, Mii... Five multiple magic formations?

And it came to pass, when he opened his hand flat, that a pitch-black flame that condensed darkness was summoned.

"Nah......!?

"Look, are you surprised? Good. Beg for your life? Lick my shoes and I'll forgive you. Otherwise, you can do it like a skeleton with this flame of darkness that even the gods were told would burn down, < Demon Flame (Gresde) >. Hiha ha ha ha!!

Hey... what a low-dimensional magic ceremony. Did you deliberately draw five multiple magic formations to handle this degree of < Magic Flame (Gresde) >?

That's right, I can only be surprised if you keep your mouth shut and show me magic that is inferior to playing with children's fires like this.

How pathetic of him to be my descendant but not blessed with magic.

"Phew."

And exhale.

"... what... so... stupid!? Such an idiot!?

Summoned to the palm of Zepheth, was blown out by my breath.

"You, you... what the hell did you...!?

"Surprise at what. I just breathed out the fire of the match."

"My < Demon Flame (Gresde) > says it's a match fire......!?

Me and Zepes use magic fundamentally differently in the first place. He desperately gathers his magic and exercises it diligently. But one of the things I do is involve nature and magic.

If we could not do this much in the age of mythology, death would have been certain, but no. Is peace bokeh something that degrades magic so far?

But I guess it's a good time. This is where the weak demon clan profits from such a big mouth.

"You... such an insult... don't think I'll give it back alive..."

But I don't think so, but this guy... he hasn't figured out the difference in level yet?

"Wait a minute."

When he uttered so, Zepheth's body stiffened as it was in gold bondage as soon as possible.

"... what's up?

"Nah... I wonder if it moves... what the fuck did you do...!?

Oh, well. Are you being forced into the magic of nature into my words?

Listening to what you say in this spiritual spirit seems to have nothing but fragile anti-magic.

"Well, reflect there for a while"

As I said, Zepes looked terribly sorry.

"How dare I... it wasn't the way I spoke to the first person I met... oh, if I had a hole, I'd like to go in... what a sorry thing I did..."

Zepez continues his reflection as he stands like Kasayamako.

An earlier examinee who saw it sounded surprised.

"... wow, that guy. Let me apologize for that Zephez..."

"Oh, and have you seen it? I turned it off in an instant. Quite an anti-magic user..."

"... a face I don't see, but it could be the dark hose of a generation of chaos..."

That's an exaggeration.

Well, I kept my voice modest. Even his magic will solve the compulsion in less than a decade.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we go?"

That's what I called Misha for waiting for me, and I walked out.

"... anos..."

With a small voice, she calls me.

"What?

"... strong...?

laughter leaked unexpectedly.

"I don't deny it, but it's not appropriate in this case"

Tip her neck properly, Misha asked.

"... what is appropriate?

"He's too weak."

We went inside the arena, which is the test venue.