The Misfit of Demon King Academy

“The practical exam is complete. Arnos Voldigod has passed. Please move on to the mirror room.” The owl’s voice calls down from the sky.

After confirming that the barrier has gone I retrace my steps to the entrance where I came in.

“Aaaaaah….waiiiiiiit……..it hurts……it hurts…..it hurts…….kill….kill……”

“Oops. I forgot about you.”

I turn around and return to zombie Zepes. He’s pretty pitiable.

I use resurrection <Ingaru> to undo his zombie state and bring Liorg back as well.

“Good grief. You actually killed each other. You became a zombie and lost all reason. You’re a troublesome pair.”

Liorg and Zepes watch me like they want to say something but nothing comes out. I guess they don’t have a valid argument.

“See you. Come again when you get stronger. I’ll play with you anytime.”

With that, I walk out of the arena.

“…..Never again………monster…….”

A voice reached my ears from behind.

As the owl instructed I move to the mirror room.

It’s a room with a great number of full-length large mirrors installed in it.

There’s already a number of mazoku in there. About a 100 I’d say. Presumably, all people who have passed the practical exam.

Aah, there’s a familiar face.

“Yo Misha.”

The girl turns around with her long platinum blonde hair shaking gently.

“Although you said you were not good at fighting you seem to have broken through the practical test.”

“…..By chance……”

So Misha says but it would be impossible to beat 5 people by chance. Unexpectedly, she might be more powerful than Zepes and Liorg.

“By the way, what’s happening now?”

I’ve got the vague feeling that this was explained but I wasn’t interested so I didn’t listen.

“If you pass the practical exam you are admitted. All that’s left is magic power measurement and an aptitude test.”

“Then all these people are our classmates?”

I look around but everyone’s state is odd. Nobody will make eye contact with me.

The moment I meet their eyes they look away as if frightened.

“What’s this? Why is everyone so shy?”

“…….I don’t think that’s it……….”

“But nobody will look at me.”

“They are frightened by your magic Arnos.”

“What do you mean?”

“Decaying Death <Iglum>”

I see.

“If you know that were you in the audience seats Misha?”

With her usual expressionless look, Misha shook her head from side to side.

“Successful applicants can watch the exams of other applicants.”

Misha points to a large mirror in front of us.

Aah, I see. Got it.

All the mirrors in this room project images from all around Deruzogedo so Misha watched my match from here.

“I don’t get it. Why are they frightened of <Iglum>? It’s not much of a spell really.”

Misha stares at me expressionlessly.

“……..Is it bad?”

*Kokuri* Misha nods.

“How bad is it?”

Misha thinks about it without changing her expression.

“…..Something a brutal demon would use………..”

“Haha. No. It’s ultimately a good magic to restore a body.”

I let out a refreshing voice.

“……………”

Misha thinks carefully and lets out a small voice.

“…….I take it back……….”

“That’s right. You get it.”

“It’s not the magic at fault. Arnos is a brutal demon.”

“Surely you jest.”

I need to correct this to avoid being labelled as a brutal demon. Some lies will be unavoidable.

I’ve only just reincarnated so I don’t understand the values of this age.

“…..Got it…….”

I heave a sigh of relief that Misha has accepted it.

“Aren’t you frightened Misha?”

“It wasn’t scary.”

That’s a very very unexpected line.

Despite her appearance, she’s obviously very courageous.

“Normal.”

It’s hard to imagine what exactly could scare Misha. Though she seems absentminded she’s not timid.

An owl flew in while I was thinking this.

“We will now be performing the magic power measurement. Please line up before the magic crystals. After you are done please move to the next room for the aptitude test.”