The Misfit of Demon King Academy

Chapter 146 – Aharthern Escape

Once the magical body I had flown to Delsgade was thoroughly engulfed in flames, my consciousness was flung back to the Spirit King’s castle.

“A barrier was imposed on us,” remarks Misha.

Casting my magical eyes over to Delsgade, I could see that darkness had enveloped the whole region of Midhaze.

Even though I have never encountered this sort of magic before, I suppose it is a form of barrier magic, according to Misha’s words.

Neither can the inner part of the Midhaze be glimpsed, even through my magical eyes. Not to mention that even the magical body that I succeeded in casting earlier seems to have been dealt with by the anti-magic.

“Hmm. As one would expect from rumors and folklore based on me. How remarkable, such preeminent magical power.”

“Anos-sama!”

The Fan Union girls were rushing out the door when I turned in the direction of the voice.

Given that they were all present, it can be concluded that the Hidden Wolf certainly did not subject them to the ordeal.

“We just watched it on <Thought Communication Leaks>…”

Even for them, the images of the magic broadcast were transmitted via <Thought Communication Leaks>.

They’ve probably got a rough idea of what’s going on.

Ellen uttered apprehensively.

“Has Misa ended up… becoming a phony Demon King…?”

“It’s not that she’s transformed. In the beginning, half of Misa was simply composed of Avos Dilhevia’s rumors and legends.”

The girls wore a mystified countenance.

Lay speaks up, “If the… rumors had faded away, Misa would be dead. If the rumors had not disappeared, it meant it would be her destiny to become Avos Dilhevia. To destroy you, as the Child of God.”

For once, a smile failed to register on his face.

“Since I created… a fictional Demon King, she’s…”

Lay clenches his teeth.

His look is ice-cold as an unspoken emotion runs through his veins.

“That’s already history. The past is not what we ought to be dwelling on in the present.”

At the mention of this, Lay lifted his head and gave a nod.

“We must vanquish Avos Dilhevia before it’s too late. Among the rumors and legends of the Demon King of Tyranny, many of those originated from the human side. Even those of the royalist faction. If his character is structured on that basis, he is by no means a benevolent king.”

This can easily be concluded from Avos Dilhevia’s speech in the magic broadcast.

To begin with, it would be the half-breed demons who would be the first to be harmed.

“I bet the… Spirit God Human Sword will be the trump card to defeat Avos Dilhevia…”

Lay mentions this in a grave tone.

The hero Kanon defeated the Demon King of Tyranny wielding the Spirit God Human Sword.

Those rumors and folklore were attributed to the humans and were supposed to be the weak spot of the Avos Dilhevia.

“But if Avos Dilhevia is slain, Misa-chan will perish, right?”

Eleonore says, and Zeshia gives a nod.

“… That’s pitiful…”

With a grave expression on her face, Sasha contemplated.

“… But Misa is a half-spirit, half-demon, isn’t she? At least half of her is undoubtedly Avos Dilhevia, and once that ceases to exist, Misa won’t be able to survive…”

“She’s going to succumb to the spirit disease,” Misha mutters.

“We need to figure out how to defeat only Avos Dilhevia. True, it may be impossible, but I’m not going to be the one to say it can’t be done as long as there’s even a sliver of hope involved.”

I turned to face Lay while saying this.

“Two thousand years ago, all I did was give up.”

He says it with determination in his eyes.

“This time, I won’t give up on anything.”

At that moment, the castle was struck by a rumbling noise.

No, it is not the castle that is shaking, but the Great Tree of Eniyunien himself.

Then, a myriad of branches grows up within the room, sweeping across this place as if to build a cocoon.

“Hmm. Are you not planning to let me out of here, Eniyunien?”

The Great Tree Eniyunien responds hoarsely.

“I am sorry. I cannot let the child of the mother of our spirits be slain. You shall be kept here in Aharthern.”

Although I attempted to employ the magic of <Teleportation Gatom>, I failed to link the spaces smoothly.

“That’s unfortunate. This is a cocoon of supplementary education, designed to encourage students who have scored a failing grade to study. Unless they take supplementary lessons to the end, they will never be permitted to leave.”

The spirits are allies of the Great Spirit Reno.

It is only natural that they would side with her own child, Avos Dilhevia.

“I can understand your feelings. But I refuse to sit idly by and do as you say.”

I draw a magic circle in front of me and imbue it with magic power.

A jet-black sun was projected, followed by a black tail of light, striking the cocoon wall.

Despite being somewhat scorched, the wall is intact.

“It’s futile. All violence is forbidden in this cocoon of education.”

“Oh. But my violence is not to such an extent.”

Once more, a magic circle is drawn, which turns into 100 cannonballs.

The <Hell Flame Annihilation Mortar Jio Graze> was unleashed, and every bit of it was concentrated on a single point on the wall.

A rumbling sound resonates, accompanied by the intense tremor of the cocoon of supplementary education.

“It’s futile… it’s futile… such a thing is…”

The cocoon was set ablaze as black flames swirled around it.

“How is this… possible!?”

The jet-black sun had penetrated the wall of the cocoon and created a wide windhole.

“Your power is absolute when it comes to education. Even those who are above you in magic power can be confined.

Despite the fact that new branches grow and the cocoon attempts to close, the area surrounding the hole continues to proliferate in black, preventing the exit from being closed.

“Even so, Eniyunien. Imposing supplementary lessons on those who did not incur a failing grade is not education,” I said as if to confront him.

“That’s corporal punishment. If it’s a match of violence against violence, I won’t lose.”

“… U… nuh…”

Amidst the roar of Eniyunien, I head toward the hole I have made.

“Let’s go.”

We ran and exited the Spirit King’s castle.

The clouds that hovered around us were closing in to thwart our path.

“Don’t be afraid, just jump.”

I flew through the clouds.

Next, Lay, Misha, and Sasha jump.

Zeshia and Eleonore followed, and finally, the girls of the Fan Union leaped.

My vision swept by at breakneck speed, and we were falling down the great tree from which we had ascended.

Soon, in the middle of the ordeal, I used <Flight Fless> on the girls of the Fan Union, and let them land smoothly.

All the others landed safely as well.

“… Who?”

Misha directed her demon eyes at dozens of demon race members.

Each of them possesses magical power unmatched by the demons of this era.

They are my subordinates from 2,000 years ago.

The Netherworld King must have succeeded in rescuing them.