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 Voldigod.

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.