The Misfit of Demon King Academy

“I accept the surrender of Zepes Endou. Winner Arnos Voldigod.”

Along with the owl’s words the barrier disappears as well.

Somethings strange though. My name has been declared which is the same as the demon king Arnos, but nobody is reacting at all.

Have a lot of foolish people taken the name of the demon king in the past so nobody thinks anything of it anymore?

It would be troublesome if I became too famous but I also want to prove my abilities.

“It was a good match.”

I hold out my hand to Zepes and praise him but his body twitches and shakes like he’s frightened.

“Ba, bastard! Stop looking down on me! I’ll remember this!!”

Zepes runs off while shouting out a line an underling would say.

Fumu. Once a match is over there should be no grudge. What’s he so angry about?

He certainly failed because of me but I didn’t kill him. Can’t he just try again next year?

He will return home healthy and come back to fight me again. During the age of myth, many mazoku found happiness and shed tears of gratitude in this place.

“After a 10-minute break, you will fight your next opponent.”

“Unnecessary.”

I don’t need a 10-minute break. That last fight wasn’t even a warm up. I’ll actually get tired from so much free time.

I’ve got another 4 people to beat. I hope they are not all small fry.

“By proposal of Arnos Voldigod the break will be omitted.”

At that moment I sense a flow of magic power from the passageway that Zepes escaped down.

“Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

A scream echoes from the passageway then a long haired mazoku appears. His brow is wrinkled and he has a nervous look on his face. Then the source of the scream becomes apparent. He’s dragging Zepes along by his throat.

“Eld, elder brother………I was wrong………please forgive me. Next time I’ll definitely……..”

“Shameless.”

The long-haired mazoku crushes Zepes throat. Magical particles gather and black lighting burns Zepes’ whole body.

“Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

Zepes turns into charcoal immediately.

The long-haired mazoku throws him away like garbage and walks towards me.

“I see you were taking care of my younger brother.”

I see. Zepes older brother. He seems a better opponent than Zepes.

“Avenging your younger brother? It’s a good story.”

“To be defeated by a mongrel. He’s bought shame on our bloodline. Helping him to die is the only sympathy I can offer.”

Am I the mongrel?

Oh well. No point getting upset. I suppose I am a mongrel but since I’m descended from myself isn’t that fine?

It’s actually quite funny. I feel like a mother watching the fight between two sons.

“Shouldn’t brothers help each other?”

“Naive. Power is everything to the demon king families.”

Yare yare. Who’s the naive one here? I don’t want to spoil their fun though. What I will say though is killing your own allies is stupid. If you did this in the age of myths you wouldn’t live long.

“You don’t seem to understand what power is.”

“What a boring sense of justice you have using such grand magic like resurrection just to make someone give up. Everything is settled if you kill them.”

While he’s talking I cast an interested gaze up to the spectators.

I see. Over there? Seats in the third row have mazoku not wearing a uniform. Are they also examinee’s. Is my next opponent there?

It doesn’t make sense. I was in row F but I passed straight through into the arena and started my practical test suddenly. I didn’t have a chance to go into the audience seats.

“Apparently you don’t know. We demon king tribe are purebloods. We are royalty and as such we can choose our opponents. We are treated differently to you mongrels who have the founder’s blood mixed in.”

Fumu. That letter on the invitation must have classified us on how much our blood was mixed. I don’t know who came up with it but it’s hilarious.

My power doesn’t care how mixed your blood is. It’s completely unrelated to how much you inherit.

Why would they do something so stupid? It’s like trying to kill me before I reincarnated.

In the first place, the idea that pure blood is strong and mixed is weak is fundamentally flawed. A single drop of demon king blood is all that is required.

I’m absolutely amazed that something this simple hasn’t been realised.

“You finally seem to understand your position.”

“No, not really. I couldn’t care less about such stupid things.”

*Piku* The man’s temple twitches.

“……..Stupid things……was it?”

“Yeah, stupid. Because he was strong he was called the demon king by others without his permission. Pureblood? His position? Ha. Don’t make me laugh.”