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 its still in good shape . Though in some odd places it is showing its age compared to when I was last alive .

The only thing thats 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 wasnt 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 .

Im slightly ashamed by the surrounding gazes .

Im 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 doesnt feel bad at all, just a bit embarrassing .

Hurray, hurray Misha! Fighto, fighto Misha!

Another embarrassing cheer that wasnt 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 . Shes very pretty with blue eyes, a straight nose and an innocent facial expression . Long platinum blonde hair with fluffy ringlets cascades from her head .

Shes wearing robes coloured in black and white . The embroidery and design seem to be of mazoku origin . If thats 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 eyes 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? Doesnt seem like shell say anything more .

She doesnt seem to be wary of me though .

Im Arnos . Arnos Vorudeigod .

After I spoke I wondered if I had done the right thing . Thats the name of the founder demon king . On one hand I dont want to cause a scene but on the other hand, I dont see any reason to hide it either .

Well, it doesnt really matter . Now or later, it makes little difference .

. . Misha .

Unexpectedly she didnt react to my name .

. Misha Necron . .

I wonder why she didnt show any interest? Saying that, its better this way .

2000 years have passed . I cant 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 20s .

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 . Whos this fellow?

. Oi, is that?

Aah . this is badTheyve 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? Im sure thats 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 fightings not her strong point . Well, since things have become peaceful thats 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?

Im sorry . Your magical power was so weak I didnt see you .

Wha . what did you say!?

The mans eyes turned furious almost immediately .

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

Demon duke . . ? No, Ive 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, fourfive 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? Ill forgive you if you lick my boots . If not Ill 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 Im surprised . He spoke in such an exaggerated and grand manner yet Ive just been shown magic thats inferior to a child playing with matches .

Despite being my descendant hes not blessed with magic power at all . Poor chap .

Fuu .

. What . the . Impossible!! Thats 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 couldnt 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 .

Bastardsuch an insultdont think that you can return alive now .

Doesnt this fellow understand the difference in our levels?

Wait a minute .

When I spoke, the body of Zepes stiffened like hed been paralysed .

Whats wrong?

Wha . I cant movewhat 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 holeI want to climb in . How can I apologise for what Ive done?

Zepes carried on reflecting while standing there like a scarecrow .

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

Thats amazing . That guy made Zepes apologise .

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

Ive 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 .

Im 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 couldnt help laughing .

I wont deny it, but in this case, its 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 . Its an expression of relief or disappointment usually . I didnt translate it because I like the sound of it, sorry . Same with Fighto .