The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

As Sieg said, the exam continues without any minor problems, either because of the interior division.

And now it's a routine team match.

Other classes have gained strength that is not comparable to that of a year ago, but S classes were still quite different.

Both the S1 and S2 classes are overwhelmingly strong, and they are advancing to the final with no other tie.

That's good. It can be said from the edge as expected. What's unexpected is that Pruitt's S2 class is too strong.

Strangely, I checked the status and found that all the stats were filled with heroes and words.

(Hero. That's a nasty word.)

I can't accept the word "hero". That's how I felt at the time.

Besides...

"What happened to Eight?

I can't see the Eight just now. Individual examinations are only allowed for faculty members, but the timing was poor and only Pruitt and Mia could see them. It was the first time I noticed the absence of an Eight in a team match.

The rules of this league match require five players to register, but not all matches must have five players. I can think of it as Pruitt's maneuver, but I don't think it's the kind of maneuver they're up to.

Just as Sieg approached,

"You can't see the Eights?

"Eight will only compete in the last match of the team match."

"Huh? What do you mean?

"Why aren't you listening? Eight leaves the academy at the end of the game."

Eight leaves the academy? The Academic Achievement of the Eight should certainly be higher in S-Class. It is not caused by the deterioration of grades. And if you're in trouble and you're out of school, the faculty will be in a good mood and talking about how to treat the Eights earlier.

And then...

"Is that the will of the Eight?

"Mm-hmm. Last night, I visited her and told her about it. Anything, when this game is over, I'll be on my way home."

"I see....."

If you say you're not upset, you're lying.

I knew for a long time that Eight was from the same planet as me. So one day, he'll be gone from before us. That's what I thought. But I can't believe you're coming so soon.

"Don't look like that. It's not the student's way out. Instead, we have to tie them."

"I know."

It was just too sudden. It's about Eight. You will come to report this game to me at the end.

Yeah, that's right. The Eights have been trying to do it before. I have to smile and drop him off as his teacher here.

"I'm a little relieved. There's something human about you, too."

Sieg laughed too.

I mean, it's so cool!

Mullah hits the gavel.

As usual, she was hitting Mura's pattern with her right hand.

"Professor Syrabe, tell the head of the faculty to come to the faculty room right now."

Oscar Lanzwick, a dark-haired young man with thin eyes, appears and tells him that.

A call from the head teacher. He was a little weird today. There were a lot of weird things to say.

Soon, the final game will begin, but you can't stop calling from the head teacher. There's no choice but to go.

Well, we still have time for the actual game. If we don't talk too long, we'll be able to see the game itself.

"Shall we go too?

"No, enough alone. Sieg, you stay with the kids."

If that's all I'm saying, I'm going to the professor's office.

The intense smell of iron that irritates your sense of smell when you enter the faculty room. I know this smell.

And I was able to find out the cause of the odor immediately.

It's Lennox. I'll rush in and check it out.

"Shit!"

While sitting in a chair, he was already torn to pieces with his neck.

Lennox was killed? Who is it? At this time, is it the head teacher? No, he won't soil his hands to get rid of me. His loyalty will not be tolerated, at least when the Emperor is here.

"Hmm? This knife, somewhere...."

Pick up a knife you think was used by a murder weapon with a handkerchief and scrutinize it. Yes, I recognize this knife. Where is it? Straheim? More...

Suddenly, my head hurts. It gradually breaks.

She immediately went to the back room with her face covered in pain as if she had been beaten with tonkatsu.

It was the head teacher who called. He would know the status quo.

When I entered the room...

"It was here too!

A strong smell of blood. A large knife that sticks deep into your right flank as you approach the head of a faculty member who is lying on your desk and raise your torso.

This knife again!

Your headache gets even bigger and your vision is distorted.

"Kid...?

When I opened my thin eyelids, the head of the faculty asked with a voice that was about to disappear.

"That's right. Who did it!?"

"Kuku! Ah, he gave me time to squeeze my last reason..."

The teacher grabbed my jacket with his trembling hands and opened his eyes.

"Listen! Grey, this is... the Empire - the fate of our country is at stake! This is not an order for you! From that coward... save this empire, my people!!"

He spits out blood and yells out words that are really not like him.

"Who is a coward!?"

The teacher tries to put something in his mouth, but suddenly his whole body glows red and his skin starts to boil.

As soon as I left the faculty,

The germination of the demon king species of Sult-Age has been confirmed. Sult-Age will evolve into [Demon King Sulto]. "

A wooden spirit sounds like an insane heavenly voice.

When the body of the teacher shines, hands, feet, and body unnaturally rise, wearing golden armor,

"Ghhhhhhhhh!"

Raise an animal-like roar.

This is how my third fight against the Demon King begins.