The Misfit of Demon King Academy

“But having to suddenly believe it just because someone tells us its a lie……”

“Your feelings on the matter are irrelevant.” Eldomade flatly rejects the student’s words.

“Everything is an illusion. You royals are not noble and irreplaceable. You have no privilege. The demon king believes those under his command are all equal.” (Eldomade)

The student strongly grits his teeth.

“The curtain already came down long ago. As for the position known as royalty, that fictitious organisation will not be necessary for Deiruheido in the future either. There’s nothing more ridiculous than still playing your role when the play is over is there? Hmm?” (Eldomade)

The students look down in frustration but they couldn’t escape the signed <Zekt>.

They can’t argue against the old seven demon emperors since the activities of the royals have always been supported by them.

They slowly knelt in place their faces stained with humiliation and their hands and feet shaking.

“Your words.” (Eldomade)

“I guess.” (Arnos)

I pointed with my finger and drew as many magic circles as there were students in the room. The chairs and desks that had disappeared earlier reappeared.

“Anyway, sit down.” (Arnos)

The students were puzzled by my words.

“Deiruheido is peaceful now. There’s no longer any need for the demon king of tyranny. If you want to recognise me then do so. If you don’t then don’t. Everyone should live as they like and this age is perfect for that. Let your beliefs alone be your master.” (Arnos)

“Yes Arnos-sama!!”

The students raise their voices. My fan club played a key role but other students also raised their voices.

The white-clothed students had faces that were free of any anxiety but in comparison, the royals had bitter expressions on their faces.

Well, whatever. It can’t be helped. The only thing Kanon told the mazoku in Deiruheido was the demon king would be reborn into a noble family.

Unfortunately, they took that story and turned their society into one that valued blood and lineage giving special privileges to those that had it.

The only reason the old seven demon emperors called themselves royals was so they could stand at the top of it and put at least some minimal restraints on the royals to stop them going too far overboard.

The humiliation and anguish they are feeling is nothing but the result of their own ugly emotions.

From now on whenever the history of the mazoku is corrected they will suffer but that is a natural consequence of their own self-made actions.

The only choice they have is to overcome it themselves.

“You will all notice from now on that history will be corrected. I don’t dare say this how I normally would but even so I need to make one correction.” (Arnos)

I don’t know if my words will reach them but I have to say it.

“My blood was never precious. It’s the same as any other mazoku. There’s no precious power in it. If its said there is then it dwells in my heart. Your thoughts and beliefs determine how noble your power is. Polish your heart and mind. Become troubled, lost and confused. What you call precious and honourable will never be obtained while sitting still.” (Arnos)

“Yes Arnos-sama!!”

The royals look humiliated and can only stare at the floor.

“It’s not unusual to believe something false. Though the scale is huge this situation is the same. Don’t entrust your beliefs and values to others otherwise, you can easily find yourself undermined. Live as a mazoku and not as a royal or a mixed race.” (Arnos)

“Yes Arnos-sama!!”

“So as I said earlier sit down. I’m just a student now.” (Arnos)

The students finally rise to their feet as do Ray, Misha, Sasha and Misa.

“Right. Everyone pull yourselves together. Eldomade sensei will be teaching this class from now on. If any of you have any questions from our previous lessons please come to the 3rd year classroom. Also….” (Menou)

Menou’s eyes meet mine.

“Errm….Arnos-sama…..?” (Menou)

“Act like you always did. Even back then I never forced my subordinates to use honorifics.” (Arnos)

“……Then will Arnos-kun still be attending classes?” (Menou)

I turn my eyes to Eldomade but he’s expressionless and I can’t understand what he’s thinking.

“I’ve nothing better to do so I’ll enjoy the peace for a while longer.” (Arnos)

“Understood.” (Menou)

Menou turned back to the students.

“I think it’s going to be difficult for everyone but please do your best. If I’m good enough for you then you can consult with me anytime. Oh and one final thing. The announcement about the demon king of tyranny is going out to all of Deiruheido soon but its a secret until then. Bye.” (Menou)

Menou leaves the classroom.

“Then as she said the class is now started. If you would like to return to your seat demon king of tyranny.” (Eldomade)

I turn to him.

“Fire death king <Beast King> Eldomade. Why did you come to the demon king academy?” (Arnos) (1)

“It was purely a whim.” (Eldomade)

“I see.” (Arnos)

I’ve understood all too well.

I move towards my seat and slowly pass Eldomade.

“That’s a very poor disguise Nousgalia.” (Arnos)

He doesn’t break his expression at all.

“What’s a god doing here hijacking a mazoku body?” (Arnos)

“Take your seat demon king of tyranny and I’ll teach you directly.” (Eldomade)

(1) His title directly means kindling fire death king but the author used all the onyomi readings for it which gives us Shishiou which means lion so hence the beast king/king of the beasts.