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

[Demon King Sulto] was a demon king with the ability to heal in an instant and A-class strength.

However, my current strength is S-. The difference cannot be filled by the ability to restore. My superiority does not move, and the settlement comes.

When Mura's sword penetrated deeply into the head teacher's chest, his golden armor and limbs, which were his main means of attack, were turned into dust.

"Hey, teacher! Sult-Age!"

I know that it is useless to talk about it. I can't see anything already.

As the professorship room becomes noisy,

"Your Majesty Iska... this sult comes first. Please... have no regrets... battle (festival)."

When you mutter quietly,

"Kid... please... give me your majesty..."

Murmuring at me with such a fading voice makes me weak.

"Teacher!

At the same time, the professors who collapsed into the principal's office took a breath at the sight of my sword piercing the teacher's chest.

"Hey, Professor Syrabe, what was this!? What happened!?"

Like pushing a professor in the combat department to turn his voice upside down,

"It was your sword that killed Master Sulto, I can't escape anymore!

"You should have shot him right in the neck!

"What are you doing! Hurry up and get that bandit!

Faction and aristocrat professors are pointing at me and scolding me.

It's an emergency! Grey, come to the game hall now!

Sieg's chopped voice echoed in his head. This is a reminder of the ability that Sieg earned by earning the title. Convenient ability to freely communicate with those with a title.

What's wrong? I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of something. "

The death of Lennox, the order of the headmaster, the demonization of the headmaster, and even the last words of the headmaster. All the events of the past have driven my brain's processing mad and have caused a great deal of confusion.

Eight raided the examination site. He stabbed Empress Ram, who was the judge, and is now at war. "

That Eight stabbed someone else? In battle? Even if Eight had been manipulated, Siegfried and Caesar would have...

"No way!

The worst predictions haunted my head, and I was shouting.

That's right. The revelation of the new Demon King, a visionary knife, in the unclear words of the head teacher. In view of all the events so far, there is one conclusion that all intersect.

--Well, I'm also the head teacher of this college. Something that teaches and guides students is never to cross the line. At least he thinks so.

- It's not ironic. I can't believe we have to entrust ourselves to a tyrant like you who spits on our pride and tradition.

--Cumming! Ah, he gave me time to squeeze my last reason...

- Listen! Grey, this is... the Empire - the fate of our country is at stake! This is not an order for you! Save this empire from that coward!!

I mean, the Eights already...

"That's ridiculous! That's not true!

That's bullshit. I don't recognize reality!

All I have to do now is get back to my students immediately.

"You were going to run away!?"

The professors' words were treated as noise that was no longer available to me.

Kick the ground, go down from the window to the ground, and I rush towards the game venue.

We arrived at the venue at once.

Caesar, Sylphie, and a spy still surround the Eight in the center of Yenbudai, and Sieg is currently treating Empress Ram in a tent next to her. The students are gazing at each other with their bloody faces blank.

(This is the worst...)

I remember dead eyes without that light. Jill and Munk. The eyes of a scumbag who played with his soul.

Dr. Syrabe, I've been expecting you.

This playful dialogue of Eight. Is this also said by the mastermind? No, it's not...

Sultan, have you passed away safely?

"Don't worry. I killed him."

My leader, Sultan, made a noise like a beehive in a quiet place on the killing manifesto.

"Great. Then it's my turn now."

Eight's white eyes are black and his pupils are red.

"Eight, can't you go back?

It's obvious that I came out of my mouth with no plan not to fight.

"I'm glad I told you what happened! It is the role of the hero to defeat the Devil King forever. If we don't save them, your loved ones will die!

The Eight raised his high voice in contrast to the sober words he had just said. It was a cry from desperate souls like when the Munks rejected Brasgarm. For a moment...

We confirmed the germination of the species of demon king that Kuramura Yoshido has. Kuramura Endo's [Last Hero] influences the germination of the demon king species. Kuramura Young-do will evolve into a [Demon Eight]. "

An erratic heavenly voice coming down from above your head.

Two horns extending from the head, long nails and dark wings growing from the back.

With a roar like a beast, Eight slowly transforms.

I see. Is that what you want? "

In short, like Munku and the head teacher, we have no choice but to free him and save him. It seems like such a scum setting.

Drop the center of gravity and look firmly at what was an Eight.

I will destroy everything.

I vomited such a non-eighty full-blown dialog, and the gun in my right hand turned into a bow, and I watched the arrow toward me.

Eight, I won't let you hurt my people.

Never let that alone be a kind aide.

It's time to be ready. Yes, because this is a mission that I, the Eights' mentor, can only do.

So...

Hold on, Eight, I need you right now.

"Stop!

I sinked my consciousness into this battle.