The Misfit of Demon King Academy

“…..I can’t believe it…….Gaius-sama, one of the old seven demon emperors was handled like a child…….”

“…..Just now……it wasn’t even a match……”

“…Maybe what Arnos is saying…..is true…..? Maybe he really is the Demon King of Tyr—”

“Oi! What stupid crap are you saying!! No matter how strong he is, he’s not a royal. An inept person can’t be the demon king!!”

“That’s right. Neither wisdom nor power is important. It’s the noble blood that flows through our bodies. Don’t forget the pride of the royalty who inherited the blood of the founder. He’s just a strong inept person. His power isn’t noble.”

Such joke like lines come from the audience seating.

Though the founder’s power as been witnessed it’s turned into a joke. Is this the aim of Avos Dillheavia as well?

If you do take over my position what do you intend to do? If they’re a petty person who’s only after power then I don’t need to worry but what is their aim if not?

“Kuukuukuu.”

I heard laughter coming from Izel so I looked over. (1)

“Is that the last one? It was pretty clever of you to throw them but you’ve got none left.”

I looked around and indeed, all the swords stuck in the arena are gone. The only one left is the one in Ray’s hand.

If he meets Izel’s double swords his sword will shatter in an instant.

If you think normally, that person would look defeated but Ray doesn’t.

What’s he going to do? Let’s watch.

“Well then. Shall I do it normally from now on?”

After muttering to himself he heads straight towards Izel in a dignified manner.

“Hmph, have you finally prepared yourself? I’ll teach a little shit like you that swords are not something to throw. Come. Let me show you how to properly use a demon sword.”

Izel and Ray face each other.

All that remains between them is a half step.

In an exchange of blows Ray should be overwhelmed, however, he casually takes that half step forward.

“Careless behaviour.”

The twin swords moved.

Both Izel’s arms moved like separate creatures. The blade of flame heads towards Ray’s head while the blade of ice heads towards his chest.

If he dodges the flame blade then he’s open to the ice blade.

Towards the certain kills coming his way, Ray raises the sword in his right hand.

“There.”

The sounds of swords clashing are heard.

“Two.”

“………….!?”

A grimm expression appears on Izel’s face.

Ray’s sword brushed off Izel’s double blades.

Even though Ray had the ability to intercept the two swords, the more surprising thing was that the sword in his hand was still intact. By all rights, Ray’s sword should have been destroyed by either the flame blade or the ice blade.

“……Oooh….!”

Izel swings his swords again.

The sound of swords rang again and Ray easily brushed them off.

“Four.” Ray mutters.

“….What are you doing little boy….?”

*Gakii* swords sound again.

“Five.”

“……Tch……this then……!”

The next moment Izel doubles his speed and then even more the next.

Ray brushes off innumerable blows and still his sword is fine.

“Eighty seven.”

“That…….How can you defend yourself with that poor demon sword? What trick are you using!?”

*Gagagagaga* *Kikikikikiki* The sound of swords rang out incessantly.

“I see. Every time Izel deflected those swords Ray was throwing his swords got small nicks on their blades. The chips themselves don’t mean much on their own but when added up they stop the swords from using their full power. Doing that means you’ve tied them down a bit huh?”

“…….Such a…… You aimed to chip my blades while I brushed those swords off at high speed……!? Being able to do such a thing……..!!”

If I wanted to be more accurate Ray was aiming at the exact same spot on each blade when he threw the demon swords.