The Misfit of Demon King Academy

“What’s wrong?”

“Arnos like.” Misha said with a laugh.

“Sasha not with you?”

“With Arno’s mother.”

“Hou? That’s unusual.”

I know that Misha learned cooking from my mother but Sasha isn’t that close to her.

“Heard she was attacked yesterday.”

“From my mother?”

Misha nods

“Sasha sent a message. I will protect her so devote yourself to the final.”

She’s a thoughtful person.

“Have you changed anything in the arena?”

Misha looks puzzled.

“There was evidence that someone sneaked in.”

“Same as usual.”

Fumu. I left Emilia’s corpse from before her reincarnation on the floor but someone’s cleaned it up.

Emilia’s reckless actions yesterday were unplanned by Avos Dillheavia. If they made a fuss over it his plan might end up being hindered.

The likelihood of them going after my mother again is very low but it never hurts to be careful.

If Sasha’s there, there’s no problem.

“……Something wrong?”

Misha looks at my face.

“No, it’s nothing serious.”

“Anything I can do?”

I said it was nothing serious but….

“In that case then, you can cheer for me.”

Misha leans her head to one side.

“Cheering?”

“You said you came to support me. That’s enough.”

Misha nods.

“Understood.”

She walked to my side and took my hand. Her small hand overlaps mine.

“Not nervous.”

“I’ve never been nervous right from the beginning.”

Misha looks down in thought then raises her head.

“Arnos can win.”

“I’ve never lost before.”

Misha thinks again like she’s troubled about something.

“I’ll be happy when Arnos wins.”

“I don’t think there’s any interest in the demon king of tyranny winning.”

Misha shakes her head.

“Arnos is a classmate and friend.”

“That’s right.”

“So is Ray. Two members of the same team will fight in the finals to determine the best swordsman in Deiruheido.”

Misha is speaking in her usual flat tone.

“It’s amazing.”

“Really?”

At that time Thought Transmission <Liikus> was activated in the room.

“Thank you all for waiting. Let’s start the final game of the tournament! The first participant is Arnos Voldigod belonging to the Deruzogedo demon king school!!”

Apparently its time.

“I’m off.”

Heading towards the arena Misha speaks to my back.

“Arnos was reborn.”

Looking back Misha stares into my eyes.

“You are a student now.”

Misha smiled slightly.

“Have fun.”

Fumu. That doesn’t sound too bad. Is this feeling welling up from Misha’s support? It’s not a bad feeling at all.

I’m known as the demon king of tyranny but Misha is looking at the present me and not the past me.

I who was reborn into a boring, dull school life with too weak descendants and degraded magic formulas. There’s nothing to learn. No matter what I’ve done nothings come of it yet despite all this, this is what I wanted. This wasted time of idleness.

“Misha.”

Misha looks puzzled and her face seems to say ‘what?’

I laugh.

“I’ll win the tournament.”

“Nn.”

I head out of the passage to the final stage where my friend awaits.

TN. Hi everyone. I’m sorry for no updates last week but I’ve been ill. Truth be told I’m not much better now but I can bang out at least one chapter. Christmas might be a bit sporadic with posts as well but it should settle and go back to normal in the new year. I will do my best with posting though.