The Misfit of Demon King Academy

After the explosion settles the arena is littered with heaps of bodies.

However, I think I can tentatively say that they are all still alive for the time being. I expressly warned them. It’s so sad that these people are my direct descendants yet they are on the verge of death.

No, let’s think positive. They aren’t dead yet.

“……Bastard. What did you do?”

Liorg unsteadily gets to his feet.

His right arm is dyed red. If he’s not careful that arm will be useless for the rest of his life.

On the plus side, he’s less wounded that I thought he would be. He must have judged that he wouldn’t be in time to stop it so he sent all the power to his right arm.

“What? I only threatened you a little. Your core, your source of power was scared of me and went wild.”

“What a joke……”

It’s actually the truth but Liorg doesn’t seem to believe me.

To begin with, magic is created from the core of our being, our root if you will. If the core is altered or scared, the magic produced by it can go out of control.

“Well, whatever. Care to admit that I’m the founder? Even a little?”

Liorg’s hatred returned as soon as I spoke.

Should I praise him that he can still show such great hostility towards me or should I admonish him that he’s that stupid he can’t tell the ability of his opponent?

“Not in the slightest.”

“I see. However, the fact is that I’m perfectly fine and you are not. I am closer to the founder than you.”

“Sealing magic, compulsion magic, recovery magic, magic of an unknown origin that causes other powers to run wild. There’s no way to handle multiple magics’ at such a high level. You are using a special tool to use your magic.”

Kukuku. Laughter rises up from deep in my stomach.

“Yare yare. Did you see me come with a magic tool or use one? I understand that you don’t want to admit my ability but your argument is hilarious.”

“There’s no other way a mongrel can obtain such power!”

“Mongrel……..”

Where’s this obsession with pure blood come from? It wasn’t like this 2000 years ago.

“I am royalty. It’s ridiculous to fall behind a mongrel. Defeat is not permitted even if I die!”

Liorg thrust out his mostly dead right arm and a magic formation appears.

That is……………?

“I’ll let you see it. The difference between you and me. The origin magic that is only conveyed to royalty.”

That’s origin magic? Three-dimensional formations have appeared. What magic is he going to use? I don’t know yet but he seems happy with it so I’ll stop hindering him for a bit.