02 . Very weak descendants

Several days later .

In front of my eyes is the nostalgic view of my castles front gate .

My castle was made from a 3d solid magic formation so even after 2000 years it’s still in good shape . Though in some odd places it is showing it’s age compared to when I was last alive .

The only thing that’s really changed is that its name has been changed to demon king academy .

Looking around my surroundings I can see people entering the gate one after another .

Are these people taking the entrance exam?

“Arnos-chan, stay strong . ”

Although I said it wasn’t necessary my parents found out about the exam and came with me to school .

“You, that, he, he, hehe, retain a calm mind!”

My father is muttering nonsensical things .

“No, can you calm down father . ”

“A, ou, you seem to be okay . ”

“Un un . Our Arnos-chan is so strong after only a month . He will definitely pass!”

Naturally, no other mazoku have turned up with their parents .

I’m slightly ashamed by the surrounding gazes .

“I’m off then . ”

I turn and head off towards the row of mazoku queued up in front of the front gate .

“Good luck, do your best Arnos! Good luck, do your best Arnos!”

Hmmm . My father is embarrassing……… .

Is this what human parents are like? I must admit it doesn’t feel bad at all, just a bit embarrassing .

“Hurray, hurray Misha! Fighto, fighto Misha!”

Another embarrassing cheer that wasn’t from my father could be heard from behind .

A quick glance showed me a bearded, stern-faced man raising his fists in the air and yelling .

The blood of the mazoku is mixed but seems quite weak in him . About the same as my dad maybe? That means he could be a human being as well .

Trudging away from the embarrassing man is an expressionless girl . She’s very pretty with blue eyes, a straight nose and an innocent facial expression . Long platinum blonde hair with fluffy ringlets cascades from her head .

She’s wearing robes coloured in black and white . The embroidery and design seem to be of mazoku origin . If that’s the case perhaps my parents are mazoku and not human as well . Well, my mother might be mazoku anyway .

“Good luck, do your best Arnos! Good luck, do your best Arnos!”

Just as I enter the main gate I can hear my father again .

That girl turns to look at my father and follows his gaze to me .

“Ah… . ”

Our eye’s just met .

“Were both troubled it seems . ”

When I speak she lets out a shy little laugh .

“…… . . Nn……… . . ”

The girl let out a short agreement .

Is she a poor talker? Taciturn perhaps? Doesn’t seem like she’ll say anything more .

She doesn’t seem to be wary of me though .

“I’m Arnos . Arnos Vorudeigod . ”

After I spoke I wondered if I had done the right thing . That’s the name of the founder demon king . On one hand I don’t want to cause a scene but on the other hand, I don’t see any reason to hide it either .

Well, it doesn’t really matter . Now or later, it makes little difference .

“…… . . Misha…… . ”

Unexpectedly she didn’t react to my name .

“…… . Misha Necron…… . . ”

I wonder why she didn’t show any interest? Saying that, it’s better this way .

2000 years have passed . I can’t imagine anyone here will be interested in demon king Arnos .

“My best regards Misha . ”

“……… . Nn……… . ”

Another short reply .

As I was about to enter the gate a man stepped in front of me .

He had swarthy skin, a forged steel like body, short cut white hair and appeared to be somewhere in his 20’s .

He had a smile that just screamed bad intentions .

“Ha? Taking the admission test with your parents . When did the demon king academy become a playground for children?”

Hmmm . Who’s this fellow?

“……… . Oi, is that?”

“Aah… . this is bad……They’ve caught the arrogant gaze of Zepes . I wonder if that guy will keep all his limbs……… . ?”

Apparently, this chap is famous .

Putting him aside for the moment, does this queue extend all along the right-hand side? I’m sure that’s where the arena was .

I see . They must be doing the entrance exam in there .

“Are you good at fighting Misha?”

“…… . . Not really…… . ”

I guess fighting’s not her strong point . Well, since things have become peaceful that’s fine .

We headed over to the right and joined the queue .

“You…… . . !! Oi, bastard, bastard!!”

I turned around to look since it was so noisy behind .

That man from a while ago was glaring at me .

“Hmph . You finally turned around . ”

Yare yare . My descendants appear to be lacking in manners . (1)

Should I chastise him a little?

“I’m sorry . Your magical power was so weak I didn’t see you . ”

“Wha…… . what did you say!?”

The man’s eyes turned furious almost immediately .

“This one is the Demon duke Zepes Endou and you knowingly insult me?”

“Demon duke…… . . ? No, I’ve never heard of you . Are you famous?”

Aah, I see . This nickname must have been born sometime during the last 2000 years .

“Oi you bastard . Apologise now . ”

What an awfully cold voice .

Zepes glares at me with merciless eyes and makes a fist . Particles of magic power gather and a magic formation is drawn .

two, three, four…five magic formations .

He opened his hand and condensed jet back flame sprang from his palm .

“Wha…… . . !?”

“Were you surprised? Good . Will you beg for your life? I’ll forgive you if you lick my boots . If not I’ll use this dark flame that can burn even the gods called Demon Fire <Guresude> and turn that ojou-chans face into a skeleton . Hyahahahahaha!!”

Wha, wha…… . what type of low-level magic is this? What was the point of drawing five magic formations to make this demon flame <Guresude>?

Of course I’m surprised . He spoke in such an exaggerated and grand manner yet I’ve just been shown magic that’s inferior to a child playing with matches .

Despite being my descendant he’s not blessed with magic power at all . Poor chap .

“Fuu . ”

“… . What… . the…… . Impossible!! That’s impossible!!”

I blew the demon flame <Guresude> out with my breath .

“Bastard, Bastaaaaaard…… . . What did you do!!”

“Why are you surprised? I just blew a match flame out with my breath . ”

“My demon flame<Guresude> is a match flame!?……… . . ”

In the first place, the usage of magic power is fundamentally different between me and Zepes .

This fellow frantically scrapes together magic power and forcefully uses it . I naturally have it all around and can spontaneously use it .

If you couldn’t do that in the age of mythology your death was certain .

No, I suppose that the peace at any price mindset has caused the degradation of magic, however, this could be a good age to live in . Mazoku that were weak can speak in such a grand manner now .

“Bastard……such an insult……don’t think that you can return alive now . ”

Doesn’t this fellow understand the difference in our levels?

“Wait a minute . ”

When I spoke, the body of Zepes stiffened like he’d been paralysed .

“……What’s wrong?”

“Wha… . I can’t move……what have you done!?”

Oh, I see . Magic power is naturally attached to my words so I must have cast compulsion on him .

To be this easily caught by the power of words . He must have very weak anti-magic abilities .

“Oh well . Please stand there and reflect for a while . ”

Zepes looked apologetic as soon as I finished speaking .

“All those things I said…… . It was not words that should have been spoken when meeting someone for the first time…… . . If there is a hole……I want to climb in . How can I apologise for what I’ve done?”

Zepes carried on reflecting while standing there like a scarecrow .

The voices of the other applicants from earlier were murmuring again .

“That’s amazing . That guy made Zepes apologise . ”

“Aah, did you see? He extinguished that demon flame . He must be a master at anti-magic . ”

“I’ve never seen his face before . He might be the dark horse of the chaos generation . ”

So exaggerated .

I moderated my voice though . Even that fellow should be able to undo my compulsion in about 10 minutes or so .

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting . Shall we go?”

I called out to Misha who was waiting for me and we began walking .

“…… . Arnos…… . ” She calls out to me in a small voice .

“What?”

“…… . Strong…… . ?”

I couldn’t help laughing .

“I won’t deny it, but in this case, it’s not appropriate . ”

She leans her head to one side in puzzlement .

“…… . . Why not appropriate?”

“That guy was too weak . ”

We passed into the arena where the examination was taking place .

(1) Yare yare is usually translated as something along the lines of ‘oh boy, here we go, my my’ and so on . It’s an expression of relief or disappointment usually . I didn’t translate it because I like the sound of it, sorry . Same with Fighto .