The Misfit of Demon King Academy

Misa says while coming over to me.

“I see. By the way, is that the younger or older brother of Emilia?”

“Older.”

Is her whole family in the royal faction? Not that unusual I suppose.

“Next up is Arnos Voldigod from the Deruzogedo demon king school!”

Even though the owl says that no one shows up obviously since I’m standing here.

“…….I’m sorry. Because of us………”

“What are you saying? Me taking part only furthers the plan of Avos Dilheavia.”

If I don’t participate I’m sure that guys plans will start to unravel.

If I do this I may catch them by surprise.

Now then. How do you intend to proceed with this?

They probably made this plan without even considering I’d escape. Whatever their plan is, I doubt it will work without me taking part.

I may be the demon king of tyranny but the person I’m fighting is not that sword tournament participant but Avos Dillheavia.

I say all that but that’s assuming I’ve read the situation correctly in the first place.

“…..Oi. Maybe his opponent isn’t going to show up……?”

“Because their opponent is Kurt it might be a bit heavy for a student. Perhaps they ran away?”

“But I heard that recently the unification faction is spreading the news around that the demon king of tyranny has been reborn and it’s this Arnos Voldigod person.”

“Aah. There was such a rumour wasn’t there.”

“Haha, how ridiculous. He’s supposed to be a mixed blood. Why are mixed bloods even in the academy? They should all work for the royals like most of the other mixed bloods.”

“How true. No matter how hard they try they can never become demon emperors. It’s stupid.”

“Good grief. That unification faction and this Arnos are all brats. Its nothing but a dream.”

No doubt those raising their voices are a royal group since they are making sure a nearby group of white-clothed students can hear them.

The students were obviously mixed races and were clenching their fists in anger while enduring it.

They are surrounded by royalty so all they can do is endure it.

Am I hope for the white-clothed students? If I don’t go out there, their regrets won’t go away.

This situation though. Did Avos Dillheavia plan this provocation just in case I didn’t show up?

“How do you know they can’t become demon emperors!?”

A familiar voice reaches my ears.

Looking around I see her.

My mother.

“Ahh? What was that Nee-chan? Don’t you know? Demon emperors are royalty. That’s the order of things.”

My mother firmly brushes away the hand of a man that’s reaching for her face.

“Arnos-chan will definitely become a demon emperor!”

My mother doesn’t know I’m the demon king of tyranny.

She should know from investigating the demon emperors that you have to be a royal to be a demon emperor but she declares it so without any hesitation.

She doesn’t seem to know I’m here but I guess she couldn’t keep silent when my dream was insulted.

“………Arnos.”

Someone taps me on my shoulder and when I turn around it’s my out of breath father.

“………Haa…….haa…….I was looking…….for you…….”

My father offered me a sword.

“A demon sword papa forged himself using Kongo iron. Now you can join.” (1)

Using my demon eyes I can see that my father has a lot of bandages under his clothes.

“Father…….your injuries….?”

“Oh? You can tell? Hahaha. I had to climb some pretty steep cliffs to get to the Kongo iron……. I messed up and fell once though. Don’t worry, it’s just a scratch!”

Even raising your arms should be painful. Every time he raised his arm to hammer the sword it would have been painful.

Did you complete this sword with your body like this?

For me.

“Anyway, off you go. If you win this tournament even mixed races might be able to become demon emperors.”

He just said something sensible. Both my parents are being optimistic and my father knew mixed races couldn’t be demon emperors but he’s still trying his best to support his son’s dream.

“Misa. Please tell Melheys that the arrangements he’s making are not necessary.”

“……..Understood…….”

By not taking part in this tournament I know Avos Dillheavia will show himself, however……….

Yare yare. Why should I of all people have to be careful about a small fry that can’t be bothered to confront me directly?

I’ve got more important matters to deal with.

“Participant Arnos Voldigod! Are you coming? You have 10 seconds to come to the stage or else you will be disqualified.”

“That’s me. I’m here.”

I walk to the edge of the audience seats and jump to the arena stage.

Even though its a misunderstanding I still lied as a result of it.

I want to be a demon emperor. I don’t have a demon sword.

However, I can’t tell the truth to my mother and father.

At the very least, let’s change this lie.

Even if there’s some things I can’t talk to them about right now, the feeling of wanting to see the happy faces of my parents is not a lie.

Compared to that, the plots of Avos Dillheavia are trivial. No matter how many tricks you come at me with I’ll smash them right in front of you.

“I thought you’d run away hero-dono of the unification faction.” (2)

Kurt turns a cold gaze towards me.

“Fumu. I got lost a little bit. Did you wait long?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll forgive it out of respect for your courage in appearing in front of me instead of running away.”

“Oh my goodness. How very tolerant of you.”

Kurt watches me with alert eyes.

I have no doubt he’s a master swordsman.

Speaking of his sword arm alone he’s probably better than the old seven demon emperor Gaius.

“I’m sorry that you’ve wasted your time but……..”

I set up the Kongo iron sword my father made for me.

“I’ll end this in one minute.”

(1)Kongo in this context means an indestructible substance.

(2) Kurt calls him eiyuu and not yuusha. For those that don’t know both mean hero but yuusha is more of a “chosen one” type of hero where eiyuu is more of a great general, war hero, great leader etc.