The Misfit of Demon King Academy

It was Diego, the commander of the subjugation army screaming to his troops.

“But commander the enemy has lost their fighting spirit and the demon king of tyranny has been destroyed. Our wish has been fulfilled! Even if by some small chance Kanon is a mazoku he’s not hostile. Our reason to fight ha—”

“Shut up! Kill every last mazoku! Can’t you hear my order!?” (Diego)

“…..This is a pointless battle that will do nothing but waste the lives of our soldi—”

The arm of the adjutant who was talking was suddenly cut off.

“Aaah……uaaaa…..aaaaaaah….!”

“I’ll kill you if you defy me anymore! Zeshia squad move out and use <Gavel>. Take out that fake Kanon along with all the mazoku!!” (Diego)

The 10,000 fully armoured Zeshias’ move forward and draw a magic formation over their hearts at the same time.

“….All troops…stop…..! The demon king who became our shield would laugh at us for backing down after his people were killed. We will remind you humans of the pride the mazoku race!” (Elio)

At Elio’s command, the Midheys troops stop and turn to face the subjugation forces.

At that time a voice rang out

“Wait….!”

Once the dust cleared the floating figure of Eleonor appeared.

She had deployed <De Igeria> and was protecting the mazoku troops.

It seems she had stopped the <Teo Trias> as non of the mazoku were hurt.

“It’s fine. Nobody has died.” (Eleonor)

Elio stared at her with surprise and wariness.

Eleonor is not a mazoku. He couldn’t help but wonder why she was defending them.

“What are you doing you failure! Have you forgotten your hatred of the mazoku? Are you intending to betray the humans!?” (Diego)

Diego speaks to Eleonor through <Liikus> his voice full of anger.

“There’s no reason to fight anymore! The demon king of tyranny is dead and the Deiruheido army is about to withdraw! Any more than this and it’s no longer a fight to protect ourselves. Instead, it will be nothing but a slaughter that kills enemies and allies alike. Not even the demon king of tyranny you hate so much would do this!” (Eleonor)

“Silence!! Did you say that I am less than those dirty mazoku!? Impossible. This is revenge! This is the hammer of justice falling on those mazoku that took everything from us!” (Diego)

“You’ve been robbed of nothing! What justice is in that hatred!? It’s not even yours to begin with! It’s foolish to fight! You’re being controlled by the heart of another! None of us wanted to fight originally!!” (Eleonor)

“I told you to shut up. Don’t talk to me like that Origin Womb <Eleonor>.” (Diego)

Magic letters appear on Eleonors body before overflowing with holy water and turning into a sphere of water covering her.

The magic <Eleonor> has been activated limiting her actions.

“Just watch quietly.” (Diego)

Diego raised Enhalle overhead releasing its holy light.

“Everyone charge at once firing <Teo Trias> and once you’re in range of the mazoku self-destruct!” (Diego)

10,000 Zeshia’s step forward.

“Zeshia please stop! This is pointless. There’s no one to kill! You don’t want to kill anyone do you!!” (Eleonor)

“They won’t hear what you are saying. You are both nothing more than weapons for killing the mazoku. Now go!” (Diego)

All 10,000 Zeshia draw out their holy sword Enhalle and head for the Deiruheido army.

Ray slashes out with Evans Mana flicking away the <Teo Trias’> and cutting the activated magic <Gavel> formations on the Zeshias’ but even with him being Kanon who’s wielding Evans Mana there is simply too many of them.

He hasn’t killed a single Zehia and its obvious that way of fighting will soon wear him out.

Several Zeshias slipped through his defences and approached him at point-blank range. The origin explosion at this close range will heavily damage even Ray’s origin.

“……Zeshia!!”

Eleonor screams out but the Zeshias’ raise their arms to thrust Enhalle into their chests.

And suddenly……

They stop moving.

It was as if time had stopped. All 10,000 Zeshia’s are standing still not moving an inch.

In the several seconds of silence that followed or perhaps it was even less than that she opened her mouth.

“….Ple….ase……he……lp……..” (Zeshia)

A child’s voice echoes across the battlefield.