The Misfit of Demon King Academy

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 Voldigod.”

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.