Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Chapter 2

Chapter 2


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 pa.s.s!”


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 embarra.s.sing……… .


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


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


Another embarra.s.sing 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 embarra.s.sing 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 VorudeiG.o.d . ”


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 pa.s.sed . 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, b.a.s.t.a.r.d, b.a.s.t.a.r.d!!”


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 b.a.s.t.a.r.d . 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 G.o.ds called Demon Fire 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 ?


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 out with my breath .


“b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Bastaaaaaard…… . . What did you do!!”


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


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


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


This fellow frantically sc.r.a.pes 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 .


“b.a.s.t.a.r.d……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 pa.s.sed 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 .