The Misfit of Demon King Academy

“I do not agree with this.” Sasha raises her voice and stands up. “It’s the school’s fault that the King’s Sceptre was stolen. If the score is provisional then why is it not 100 points until found and verified?”

“I can understand the feelings of Sasha-san. Various possibilities were discussed but in the end, it was decided this time it would be handled this way.”

“What various possibilities?”

“I will not explain it. This is the decision of the academy.”

Sasha quietly stares at Emilia and her <Demon Eyes of Ruin> form.

Mutters and subdued voices come from the classroom.

“It’s conceivable that you stole it yourself to get a perfect score as you brought us a fake kings sceptre.”

A voice leaks and as if triggered by it others also start.

“Ah….I see. You could look at it that way.”

“That’s right. Even though his magic is great he’s still an inept person.”

“….White clothes. Only royalty would be able to find the kings sceptre. It would be better to make one and present it……”

“But Sasha-sama’s there.”

“Sasha-sama entered that inept person’s group. He must have done something to her.”

Listening to all the noise Sasha turns around with her <Demon Eyes of Ruin> active. She emitting enough force to kill everyone in the room.

“Nee, all of you. I’ll only say this once.”

In the blink of an eye, the entire room is wrapped in tension.

“Arnos has done nothing wrong. Because he’s not royalty, because he’s an inept person. How long are you going to keep thinking this? If there is any doubt about his power that is constantly producing results then look me in the eyes and say it.”

All of the students look away from Sasha and the room falls silent.

“Ku. Kukuku, hahahahah”

I unintentionally laugh.

“Hey Arnos, why are you laughing?”

“No, it’s nothing. That’s quite the change. As expected of one of my subordinates. You spoke well.”

Sasha pouts like she’s dissatisfied.

“I feel like you’re making fun of me……”

“Put your dangerous eyes away. If this is about the examination score then I wonder what will happen next?”

Sasha mutters in a small voice.

“…….You said you wanted full marks.”

So that’s why you were angry? What a cute fellow.

As Sasha was about to sit down a hand on one of the desks behind us was raised.

“Me too. I also think the Academies decision is wrong!”

A woman in white clothes stood up.

She had shoulder length chestnut coloured hair in a quirky style, large round eyes and attractive features.

“What’s your name…..?”

“Misa Iriologue.”

Misha whispers her name to me.

“Emilia sensei mentioned various possibilities. Then if a student in black clothes bought the sceptre would they get the same response?”

Misa speaks to Emilia in a brazen tone of voice.

“Aren’t you discriminating against mixed races?”

Following Misa’s words calls of “that’s right, that’s right” came from white clothed students.

“We are always being looked down on!”

“Is royalty so great!? Saying nothing of Sensei, could even the Old Seven Demon Emperors stand up to Arnos?”

“You just don’t want to accept one of us could be the real demon king so you can protect your own positions”

Students in white clothes raise their voices one after the other.

However, Emilia was not moved at all and said in a cold tone.

“Misa-san. Royalty are the people who completely inherited the blood of the founder. Of course its right to favour the mazoku who might become the vessel for the founder. I think you understand about treating royalty and mixed blood equally. Are you criticising the royal families?”

“I’m saying its wrong. We are still Mazoku. Why should we treated coldly just because the blood of the founder is diluted in our veins?”

Emilia sighs.

“The actions of united groups are not accepted by the academy. Sit down, or should I give you an appropriate punishment?”

“The royal family is right, the royal family doesn’t do bad things. How can you say that? Even now you won’t give full marks to white clothes. Maybe some royalty plotted this?”

“Absolutely impossible. Return home for today. I’ll announce your punishment later.”

“How can you say it’s absolutely impossible?”

“Were done. I’m going to start class now.”

“Are you running away Emilia Sensei!?”

Emilia completely ignores Misa and starts writing on the board.

“Lets starts today’s class.”

I raise my hand.

“What is it Arnos-kun? If it’s about the King’s Sceptre I’ve already explained it. Your marks are tentative until the academy finds the culprit. That is the decision.”

“Fumu. In other words, I just need to find the criminal?”

Emilia shows a confused expression.

“That’s right…….”

“Just in case something like this happened I enchanted the Kings Sceptre with Trace <Maize> magic.”

“Eh…….?”

Whatever has <Maize> enchanted on it leaves trace magic power behind that can be tracked using your demon eyes.

With my magic and eyes, I can trace it to the ends of the world if I need to.

“I see. Over there?”

I stand up and walk over to a certain students desk.

“Wha…what is it Arnos……..?”

A student in black clothes and if I’m not mistaken it was this guy who said “Stole it by yourself to get a full score” and “bringing out a fake Kings sceptre.”

“Before you say anything I didn’t steal it. If you think I have show me the eviden—-gah!”

I plunge my right arm into the abdomen of the black-clothed student.

“It’s not a bad place to hide it but if you use your own body make sure your anti-magic is applied more strongly to compensate. You are completely exposed.”

I pulled the king’s sceptre out of the black clothes body before he collapses on the floor.

*Thud* I stamp my foot on his head.

“Did you think you would you would be okay after touching my things, thief?”

I cleaned the Kings Sceptre using magic and walk over to Emilia.

“No way royalty would do something like this was it? Fumu. It seems the impossible has happened then. Well, what are you going to do Emilia?”

Emilia can’t say anything. All she’s doing is opening and closing her mouth.

I make her hold the King’s Sceptre.

“If you let it get stolen on purpose then do better next time.”

Emilia’s body trembles.

Yare yare. Was that a bulls-eye? I was only firing off a leading question.

“I’m joking. Begin your class.”

I treat the stomach of that student with magic and then sit down.

In a shrill tone, different voices from usual rang out from the back.

“……..Arnos-sama is too wonderful……!!”

“He’s super cool!! He’s strong, level-headed and in the same white clothes as us!”

“He’s also kind. He treated that guy.”

“I know but isn’t he slightly enviable”

“Eh? What do you mean?”

“He had Arnos-sama’s hand in his stomach. I want it in me too!”

“Eeeeh? That would be really painful.”

“What is pain? Its the hand of Arnos-sama.”

“Strange fellow. I would rather him step on me……”

Fumu. Though there’s some strange ones mixed in there it looks like the winds have changed a little.