The Misfit of Demon King Academy

The man puts his index finger to his glasses and casually said.

“It’s impossible. But doing the impossible is what a hero does. It’s no wonder you can’t understand it mazoku. The hearts and prayers of us humans wishing for peace allows the hero to perform miracles.”

“Fu….kukuku.” laughter leaks deep from my stomach. “Kuhahahahahah. A miracle huh? That’s not a nice way to put it. It seems even now just like in the old days you humans can still amaze me. A word of advice human. There’s no such convenient thing in this world as a miracle that will come true if you simply pray.” (Arnos)

“I didn’t think you would understand it.”

The man brushes me off with his words.

“Be careful. Don’t let yourself be deceived by the gods.” (Arnos)

The man shows a reaction to my words.

“Are you a reincarnated person?” (Arnos)

While still looking at me with a cold expression the man says.

“Hero academy selection class [Jergakanon] 2nd rank, reincarnated from the first origin of the hero Kanon. Holy water guardian knight Ledoriano Kanon Azeschen.”

This person has reincarnated from the first origin and the hero Kanon?

“Fumu. I don’t think so.” (Arnos)

Ledoriano makes a stern expression.

“What was that?” (Ledoriano)

“I said there’s no way I can believe that you are a reincarnation of Kanon. That, or with having seven origins some of them will turn out to be losers.” (Arnos)

Of the seven origins Kanon had, six were collected from others. The original origin would be Kanon’s own.

It’s no wonder that since the other six origins would not fully inherit the existence known as Kanon there would be some change in quality after all these years.

“……I suggest you take your words back.” (Ledoriano)

“Which ones?” (Arnos)

“The remark about me not being the hero Kanon. You may not know but inheriting the origin of the legendary Kanon is something we humans bear with great pride. We will not stand idly by when someone denies it.” (Ledoriano)

Pride?

“Nope, don’t get it. Buring with pride and boasting about yourself? It doesn’t matter who your ancestors are or how legendary the hero was, what’s the point sticking to those boring things?” (Arnos)

Ledoriano sighs.

“Just for you, I’ll explain it again.” (Ledoriano)

Putting his fingertip to his glasses again he threatens me in his cool tone.

“Slow down already Ledoriano.”

I hear a voice coming from the second floor. Looking up I can see someone sitting on the edge of the window.

It’s a red-haired man also in a scarlet uniform.

“I sensed mazoku magic power so I came to check it out. What’s going on?”

The red-haired man jumped from the second floor and landed in front of Ledoriano.

“Let me give you my name first. Hero academy selection class [Jergakanon] 4th rank, reincarnated from the third origin of the hero Kanon. Holy flame destruction knight Laos Kanon Jillfou.”

Laos takes a step forward.

“What’s your name?” (Laos)

“Fumu. You seem to be a failure as well.” (Arnos)

“What…..?” (Laos)

Laos frowned at my remark.

“You seem to have poor hearing. I said that I didn’t think that you were Kanon.” (Arnos)

“Hey, mazoku whose name I don’t know.” Laos speaks with anger in his words. “Don’t you know the name of the person who defeated your leader?”

“Are you trying to appear smart? If you want to believe in false history that’s up to you but you should observe the other party first before speaking.” (Arnos)

Laos face takes on an irritated expression.

“It’s still not too late. I’m not an ogre and anyone can make a mistake” (Laos)

Laos releases magic power from his whole body in a threatening manner.

“Admit that the demon king of tyranny was defeated by the hero and that the wall was built by the hero and then I’ll forgive you.” (Laos)

I can help but laugh at his words.

“Hou. Are you looking down on me?” (Laos)

“Fumu. I understand.” (Arnos)

“……What?” (Laos)

“The hero defeated the demon king of tyranny? You really shouldn’t blindly believe in things you haven’t personally seen.” (Arnos)

Laos glares at me, his eyes full of bloodlust.

“Fine. Then let me teach you the power of the hero kanon who defeated the demon king of tyranny. Perhaps then you will understand.” (Laos)

“Stop it Laos. He’s a guest. It’ll be troublesome if you hurt him.” (Ledoriano)

“I’m not going to use my sacred sword but this guy doesn’t seem to know anything about heroes so as a substitute for a greeting I’m going to lightly show him the power of a hero.” (Laos)

“Stop it. Are you really going to go wild in such a plac—” (Ledoriano)

I laughed and cut him off.

“By all means, I would love to be taught it. This power of a hero.” (Arnos)

“Hey, this guys motivated as well.” (Laos)

Ledoriano sighs and gives up.

“Be prepared to be punished later then.” (Ledoriano)

Laos steps forward totally ignoring Ledoriano’s words and makes two fists. Fire ignites from both his fists and wraps around them.

“Don’t blink. I’ll show you something amazing!!!” (Laos)

Laos throws out a fist without moving from the spot and holy flames slam into me.

“Fumu. When it comes to blinking —”

I close my eyes and the next moment the holy flames go out and Laos is blown backwards through a number of bookshelves before finally stopping embedded in the wall.

“What was that?” (Ledoriano)

“Wha……..ga….ha……what was that…….?” (Laos)

Laos doesn’t seem to understand what happened.

“…..What…..did you do……?” (Laos)

“What did I do? I blinked.” (Arnos)

The wind pressure generated by my blink that I had poured magic power into blew out the holy flames and tore the anti-magic of Laos into shreds.

“….Imp…..ossi……ble……! Such……an absurd…..thing……!”

It doesn’t seem like Laos can move at the moment.

“Add that to your history textbooks. A descendent of the hero Kanon was done in by a blink.” (Arnos)