Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

A few days later...

A giant crystal was placed in a room of the Delzogate Demon King Castle.

There, the Merhays, the figure of the Seven Demons Emperor.

They're in front of the main entrance. The place up the stairs is luxuriously decorated and a gazebo.

On the other side of the sight of the Seven Demon Elders was a mountain of men enough to fill the round trip. Uninterrupted wherever you go, the demons are lining up and turning their gaze toward the viewing table.

Ceremony of the Reign of the Demon King.

Melhayce had greatly explained that the tyrannical demon king, who had been reincarnated more than two thousand years ago, would appear here.

The ceremony was originally scheduled a month later, but it was decided to take place rapidly because Avos Dilhevia occupied Midhaze and had a history of many demonic tribes being left in control.

The magic of the Dark Realm was lifted, and the people of Dillhayd were confused. The tyrannical demon king, who had done so, disappeared, and the royalists and the unified became even more evil.

Although the royalists also have a sense that they were insane, there is no more excuse than not knowing the circumstances.

Before the conflict between the two emerges and develops into contention, the means to converge matters is this ceremony.

Merhayce told the people, not covering up about Avos Dilhevia.

For the last two thousand years, he was a great spirit born of rumours and inheritance of a tyrannical demon king, wrongly conveyed to Dilheid.

This led many to recognize the reality of the tyrannical demon king Avos Dilhevia, born of false rumors and inheritance.

Having actually witnessed the appearance, they will have no doubt that a false demon king exists.

Neither can the royalists deny it, because an escape route is created to what was insane on its own.

Do you plead guilty to your own sins, or do you acknowledge the existence of a false demon king? Before the ceremony, they chose the latter when they negotiated with the royalist executives as rooting.

Avos Dilhevia was reincarnated into Spirit Mass. Revealing it in detail ensures that rumors and legacies remain. So you don't have to worry about Mass crushing.

Either way, it will be written in Dilheid's history book and will be told to future generations.

It should also be noted that Melheis has told the people of Dilheid all sorts of things, which have been going on for two thousand years.

I'll keep my eyes peeled indoors.

Mass was alone, leaning over with a tense face.

"Sin."

I told him to stay away.

"Leno told me you haven't spoken to Mass yet."

"... I don't know what to tell you... because of my sword..."

"Don't cry. What would you do with an excuse like that in front of a kid?

Singh pushed silently.

"I'm anxious. Speak to him."

"... I understand"

Singh makes her walk forward as she releases her swordswallowing gaze.

If he got close, Mass slowly raised his face.

"... father..."

"………… Yes…………"

Hmm. Singh's guy, you're nervous about Gala too.

"... Ah, uh..."

"………… Yes…………"

Mass is nervous too.

There was awkward air between them.

"... haha, sorry... I got a little nervous... I was worried it would work..."

Mass laughs powerlessly.

From now on, as Avos Dilhevia, she will appear before the people.

As a false demon king, you pledge your allegiance to the tyrannical demon king in order to correct the idea of the imperial faction that was born as a result of the false inheritance.

But it is true that Avos Dilhevia did an outrageous deed to the mixed blood.

There is no Mass will there, and although it has already been reincarnated, it will certainly be unacceptable.

It is also possible for the Royalists to be the object of rebellion as those who inspired them to strip them of their privileges and ranks.

"... hey, now that I'm scared to notice it here... I don't have a choice... compared to the times your fathers fought..."

Singh is silently listening to her.

"... ahaha..."

Laughing vaguely, Mass leans down in the wind like he doesn't know what to do.

"Yeah, I'm fine...... Yay, I'll do it. Yikes"

Now in such conditions as aerobics, Mass held his fist for a long time.

Sin looked at her like that, thought about it, and then he said:

"It's a harsh trial, Mass, but you're not that scared to notice"

"... eh...?

"... all the time, I watched... never showed up, but about you. That you joined the Unitarian faction to meet me. That I have consolidated my resolve further for the friends I met there."

Warm eyes, Singh said.

"You grew up being a gentle, strong child who reached out to the tragedy in front of you without saving his own life."

Tears seeped into Mass eyes.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to pick you up in fifteen years"

"... father... ugh..."

Jumping into Singh's chest, Mass hugged him all the time.

"... because your father sent me half the Devil's Sword... look at that one, I've been able to come all the way. I'm sure, one day... your father will come and pick you up... all the time, I think so..."

Like a surprise, Singh turned her hand around Mass's back.

"... I couldn't keep you around, but my heart is always with Mass. The only thing left for me was the way you grew healthy and fast."

In Singh's chest, Mass cries.

With those tears, as if to softly fill the trenches of fifteen years.

So, after a while, she wiped her tears and laughed as usual.

"It's okay now. You can't stay nervous, can you? Because now Dilheid can finally get back to being right, where the mixed blood and the royal family can join hands. If that's what you're doing, you have nothing to fear."

Singh nodded so that she could accept her feelings.

Shall we come?

Hands around her shoulder, Singh escorts to the door.

"Hmm. It's time to fit in"

Turning his gaze, Ray, Singh and Leno nodded in a crease.

Sin and Ray put their hands on the door.

This other side leads to the gazebo in front of the main entrance, which was shown in.

I stepped out loose and walked to the other side of the open door.

What popped into my eyes was Old Seven Demons, who went down from the gazebo and corrected his posture to welcome me. Behind it was the folk of Dilheid.

On the left and right side of the gazebo were the VIP seats, where the Demon Emperor and his relatives, as well as his father and mother, ruled all over Dilheid, starting with Elio.

They were seated until earlier, but as I emerged from the main entrance, they were all standing up.

The Seven Demons, the Emperor, kneel on the spot at the same time.

Then the demon emperors, and then all the people of Dilhade gathered here, knelt as if they would swear allegiance to me.

Melhayce said.

"We have been waiting for you to return for two thousand years. Lady Anos Voldigord, Demon King of Atrocities"

In silence, Melhace's voice echoes throughout Midhaze.

"Raise your face, Descendants of the Devil Nation"

I said.

"Show me your faces."

The demons looked up quietly and stared at me.

"Two thousand years ago, our demons were fighting with humans and spirits"

I set foot loose, and I sent a message to the people of Dilhayd here, and then to the people of Azecyon, and to the rest of the world.

"Many lost their lives. Kill, kill, destroy, destroy, burn a nation to the fire of hatred, and yet we kept fighting."

You don't make a sound for my words, they all listen to me.

"For what?

The question was always swirling in my chest.

"It was for friends, for children, for parents, for subordination, and also for the master. The only thing that was certain was that I took a sword to protect it"

Many were.

That must have been the beginning of a sad war.

"But the sword was bloodstained every time he slashed his enemies. To protect, that demon sword, which buried several lives, was always carrying a curse that hurt even his own loved ones. If I fought my enemies with that blade, I would have been rewarded for it. Without realizing it, every man, demon and man, carried one another the devil's sword of curse, swallowed his sword into the fire of war, and slashed and tore everything apart."

The war went a long way towards enlargement.

As long as I keep killing him, he'll kill me.

But if you don't kill him, he'll still kill you.

"There is only one way for those who hold the Devil's Sword of the Curse against each other to put an end to the dispute. It's about having the courage, believing in each other, and dumping the sword at the same time. But it wasn't easy for both of them to do it, hating each other and falling into suspicion."

Breathe softly, I said.

"Still, they responded to it,"

Reach out your right hand loosely and point your palm toward heaven, as you welcome a hero.

It was Ray who walked out wearing brave clothes from two thousand years ago.

On its lower back is raised the Spiritual Divine Sword.

Be prepared, he is exposed to the bare face.

"Two thousand years ago, a man who crossed blades with me more than once and fought with the demon tribe for a human female male. Until the end, the hero of Azesion, the brave Canon, who defended man."

Ray pulled out the Spiritual Divine Sword Evans Mana and showed himself to be a canon in its blessed light.

To the other, I reached out my left hand.

Slowly walking from across the door is Leno.

"Be the mother of all spirits, the queen who reigns over the Great Spirit Forest Ahalthern. Two thousand years ago, I mercied, raised, and protected the spirits, the Great Spirit Leno."

Furthermore, I will reach out and point my right hand again.

Singh walked over and lined up next to Leno.

"The most powerful swordsman of the Demon clan who made it my right arm and protected Ahalthern without Leno. It is Singh, the Spirit King, who showed friendship between the devil tribe and the Spirit and married his mother Leno, the Great Spirit."

Finally, I reach out to introduce the other.

Straight forward came Mass wearing Avos Dilhevia's jacket and mask.

When the magic formation was painted at her feet, the mask and coat disappeared.

Underneath, he wore a black dress containing blue.

"Turn it into the Great Spirit created by the rumors and legacies of the Devil King of Atrocities, Avos Dilhevia, the Son of God. Having been reincarnated by the holy sword of the brave Kanon, she also speared and gathered here. The current name is Mass."

Ray glowed the Spiritual Divine Sword and pierced it into the center of the gazebo. Then Sin, then Leno, stabs the floor so that the last sword that Mass pulls out is superimposed on each other.

I kept my word.

"Two thousand years have passed since then. The world is at peace and the feud is over. But don't forget. That it took great courage to celebrate this day. If each of us doesn't carve it up, one day or another, a great war will burn this country."

At the same time as the words, in the same place as the sword they lay on, I pierce the loose sword.

"I don't need the blade of hate anymore. This hand, to join hands with the neighbor"

When I reach out, the three of them lay their hands on each other.

Humans, demons and spirits do hold hands together.

Beyond two thousand years.

Here at last, my wish came true.

The people of Dilheid bowed their heads deeply on the spot, as if to give their consent to my words.

"Issue a decree. All those who live in this dillheid are equal and fair, both demons and spirits and humans"

The Seven Demons and the Demons unite their voices.

"" Whatever you say ""

"Let us swear to our people. Forgive me for looking. If there is a tragedy to be proud of, to have the whole spirit, and not to be overshadowed, then come to me. One per person, I'll make that wish come true."

When he said so, the scene was slightly disturbed.

"... oh, many fears, Demon King...!

One man raised his voice.

"Raise your face, stand up and name it"

The man, who stood up quietly, grows an insensitive beard and has a slightly obnoxious look on his face.

But there was a slight hope in his eyes.

"My name is Leon Gleisel. I want to be prepared to punish you and give you permission to speak..."

"Good. Speak."

carefully bowed his head, Leon said.

"This year, my daughter, who is ten years old, is suffering from a heart condition... no magic can be cured... perhaps not until next year..."

"Follow me."

At the same time as the words, tears spill out of Leon's eyes.

"We must save you."

"... thank you... happily..."

Leon leaves the spot immediately after bowing his head.

I guess I headed to my daughter.

"My people. I'm not good for politics. But proudly, there are a few excellent demon emperors in this country. It is their daily struggle that keeps many cities at peace. Now there's no need for an outdated demon king to talk about it."

After saying so, I turned to the devil's eye to carve the faces of every Dilhade's people, every one of them.

"But just remember this."

I get my index finger up.

"One thing, this country will not tolerate infirmity"

Then, raise your middle finger.

"One thing, this country will not tolerate malice"

Finally, I get my finger up.

"One thing, this country will not tolerate tragedy"

Spread your hands loosely and grab this country gently.

"When these are invaded, whatever their opponent is, the Demon King of Atrocities will risk his life to fight and destroy"

It was a vow that was once unfulfilled.

As the king who unites the people, it could never be different, it was a promise.