Chapter 13 Brand of non-conforming person

A few days later--

I was dressed in the owl's uniform and turned to Delzogade Demon Academy. Today is the first school day. Many students are passing through the main gate and heading into the school. At first glance, there were two types of uniforms they wore.

I wear white uniforms, but others wear black uniforms. At first glance, is it half-and-half? It doesn't seem to be divided by grade. And there are several brands that have been imprinted on school badges.

My school badge is a cross. Others include triangles, squares, pentagrams, and hexagrams. But as far as I can tell, no one else has been branded a cross.

But what? Don't look strangely. Most people who have noticed me seem to be looking at them with interest. I didn't do this at the time of the entrance examination, but I can't help but think deeply. If there is something, it will be known soon.

When I entered the school, there was a big bulletin board. Classification of new students is listed. Anos Voldigord's name was in two sets of columns. The classroom is the second training room. In the castle I knew, I climbed the stairs and headed for the classroom.

Open the door and enter the second training room. Desks and chairs are lined up. The students inside looked at me all at once. HM. After all, don't feel like you're getting attention.

But, well, we'll be together in the same class. I'm not used to this kind of thing, but I do hear the first greeting. Tr an slat e d by jp ｍtl.com

Here, let's impress a friendly man.

I said with a full smile and as refreshing a voice as possible.

"Good morning, everyone! This class will be dominated by me! I'll kill all the opponents!"

HM. Is it such a place? I feel like I'm in the air or don't pull the air, but wasn't the voice fresh enough?

Did I get a little nervous on the first day of school?

As always, there was a dignified gaze that was not mixed with the gaze looking at me. Mischa, a platinum blonde girl dressed in white uniform.

I walk to her seat. Tran slated by ｊpｍt l .co m

"Yo"

When he greeted, Misha turned to inorganic eyes.

"……Good morning……"

"Is it good next door?"

"……Hmm……"

Pull the chair and sit next to Misha. I thought about hearing it.

"How was this joke now?"

Misha bends her neck.

"……joke?"

"Everyone who goes against is a killer."

You can't really think about that. In the mythological era, this was pretty good. "Oh, please joke ..." was often spoken by subordinates.

"... I think you will be misunderstood ..."

Good. After all, is that so? This is the difference between the times. During the entrance exam, the joke decided he wanted to be his own weight, but ran out of his mouth.

"Is it better to be a little more familiar with the class?"

"……Hmm……" Tra n sla ted b y jpmtl .ｃ om

But don't feel your eyes yet.

"I've been watching you a while ago, do you know anything?"

"... It's rumored ..."

"I am? What?"

"……do not be angry……?"

"She looks like this and she's never been angry."

"... the stigma ..."

Misha points to my school badge.

"It shows the results of magical power measurement and aptitude test"

"Oh, that's why. How does it work?"

"The more vertices of polygons and pentagrams, the better."

Isn't the result of adding magic and aptitude tests better for a pentagram than for a square or a quadrangle than a triangle?

"Is my school badge even a pentagram, a cross?"

Neither a triangle nor a square.

T ra nsla te d b y Jp ｍ tl .com "... the first branding at Demon Academy ..."

"What does that mean?"

"Non-conforming person ..."

Misha says in a light tone.

"The Demon King Academy is a school that nurtures the next generation of emperors. Only the Demon King is allowed to enter."

Since I was free until the day I arrived, I looked into it, but it seems that I was the founder alone, and I distinguished the characters in the other way as Emperor. Also, the demons are demons who draw the blood of their founder.

"No demon king has ever been judged to be inadequate. Anos is the first non-conforming person."

Once she cut off her words, she said again.

"So it's been rumored."

HM. I don't know how to judge the Demon King's suitability, but at least branding the genuine founder as a non-conforming person can only be said to be the wrong inspection method.

When I entered the school, I just thought I would find me on my own, but the demons of this era seem to have degenerated more than I thought.

"I know that magic is too big to measure because my magic is too big, but the aptitude test should be a perfect score."

"……have confidence……?"

"Oh"

Anyway, just say the name of the founder, answer the feelings of the founder, all the questions about me. I can't make a mistake.

No, wait? T r an s la ted by ｊp mt l.ｃ oｍ

"Well, Misha. Can you say the name of the founder?"

Misha blinked her eyes with no expression.

"... The name of the founder must not be called because of fear."

"What's my name?"

"... Anos ..."

"What's your full name?"

"Annos Voldigord"

So that's it.

"Is it OK?"

I put my hand on Misha's head. She doesn't hate her, and she looks strangely.

"What's wrong?"

"Remember the founder's name."

"……Hmm……"

At the next moment, I read Misha's thoughts. The name came up.

--Avos Dilhevia, the demon king of violence--

"... Who is it ...?"

"Funny?"

"This name is wrong."

Misha shook her head from side to side.

"... This is the correct answer. No demon royal family can mistake the name of the devil ..."

"The name of the founder is so fearful that I shouldn't talk about it?"

Misha nods.

"So that's it"

That is, it is. The fact that everyone was so afraid that they didn't talk about it means that just two thousand years ago, the name of the founder was completely forgotten and the wrong name was handed down.

What a stupid story.

On reflection, Liorg stated that magic of origin is at stake. That's life-threatening, even though I'm from my origin, and even my name is wrong.

At best, the name is in this condition, and the answer of the founder of the aptitude test must be answered, because it seems that the correct answer itself was wrong. The fire extermination gun must not have been told that I slept and released <> and that no demons were dead.

"How do you determine if a demon is fit?"

"The demons closer to the thoughts and emotions of the violent Demon King are more suitable."

So that's it.

"By the way, what do you think of the Demon King of Violence?"

"A perfect being that combines ruthlessness and philanthropy. He always thought only of the demons and fought without ignoring himself. He had no greed, a noble heart, and his violent behavior was too immeasurable. It came from no precious heart. "

Who is that perfect superman? I don't think there is such a person, but idiot.

It doesn't matter if it's a legend or a tradition, but what do you think of it as true? It is not surprising that in this work, the brand of nonconformity is stigmatized.

After all, I was determined not to even know the name of the Demon King.

"By the way, I understood the meaning of the branding, but why are there two types of uniforms?"

Half of the students in this classroom also wear black and white uniforms.

"Black clothes are special scholars. Purebred Demon King"

"Is it like Liorg?"

Misha nods.

"Scholarship students are exempt from entrance examinations."

"So why was he taking the exam?"

"If you want, you can take it."

So that's it. For the most part, people who want to show off their abilities will take the entrance exam. By the way, there were only small fish. If you're a real strong man, you don't have to show off your power.

At that time, a bell rang in the distance.

"Everyone, please sit down."

Raise your face. The woman who entered the classroom was a woman wearing black robes. She writes magically on the blackboard.

--Emilia Ludwell--

"I'm Emilia, who will be in charge of the two sets. Thank you for one year."

HM. Just as a teacher, the magic is OK. At least in the case of a riorg, it would be almost impossible to make teeth.

"As soon as possible, we will divide the group first. If you want to be a group leader, run for it. However, you must be able to use the magic you will teach."

Emilia draws a magic circle on the blackboard, as if the class had begun immediately. Demon King Army Is that magic of <>?

Demon King Army "I think you saw it for the first time, this is the magic of <>. In a nutshell, it's the king of the caster who gives special power to his army. Practice is done in class. I draw a magic circle and judge only if I can exercise magic. Those who can exercise magic are qualified as team leaders. "

Speaking of the magic properties of the Demon King Army <>, those who became the group leader and those who did not here will be able to determine whether they are qualified to become the Demon Emperor.

"Well, if you want to run, raise your hand."

I raised my hand without hesitation. All the incompetents who don't know I'm a Demon King, but well, I don't blame. Anyway, it's my descendants. Half of my responsibilities are like me. Even if you don't know immediately, the point is that you only need to prove your skills.

However, as expected, the reaction of the classmates is not good. I'm looking at you scaredly. Good grief. Even if you are a non-conforming person, this reaction is as much as you ran.

"White clothes can't run."

Misha told me in a whisper. Certainly all of my hands are black, except for me. In other words, it must be pure blood. That's a stupid story.

"Is it Anos? Unfortunately, you are not qualified."

"Why?"

"Because you are a mixed race"

"Just because it's mixed blood doesn't mean it's inferior to pure blood."

Emilia said with a muff.

"Is it criticism of the royalty?"

Good grief. I always remember one of the idiots.

"Don't be afraid to prove that pure blood is better than mixed. If you can't, I'll run for you."

Fu, and Emilia sigh.

"That's exactly the opposite. The proof was done by the founder of our demon king. If the mixed race is good, it's proof that you are superior to the royal family."

"Hm. If that's possible, is it okay to run?"

"If possible, this is the story."

Suddenly I laugh.

Contract "The word, <> I let you do it."

"Eh, that's ... in the meantime ... exercising magic ...?"

It was common sense in mythological times to make a promise with the magic of <>, but if you do not notice this, you are a teacher disqualification.

Anyway, I get up and walk to the blackboard.

The Demon King's Army: Was this <> royal family developed?

"Yes"

"I found an operative defect"

Demon King Army "No way! It is impossible. The magic formula of <> has been transmitted in this form for 2,000 years. Nobody has found any defects."

"I found it just 2,000 years ago. I couldn't fix it during my reincarnation."

I rewrote three parts of the magic circle drawn on the blackboard.

"This is the perfect shape. If you say that you are a faculty member, do you see it?"

Emilia is staring at the magic circle with an incredible look.

"Such ... Only three rewrites have improved the magic efficiency by 10% ... the magic effect is 1.5 times more ...?

A roar leaks from all over the classroom.

"... He's ... Who are you ...?"

"I have never heard of such a story, pointing out the flaws in the magic circle that I saw for the first time ... I haven't heard of it ...

"In addition, magic efficiency is increased by 10%, and magic effect is 1.5 times ..."

"This is a great discovery of the century, this ..."

HM. To be surprised about this is a very low-level story. And ...

"I'm sorry."

Emilia turns around me.

"The magic effect is doubled. This magic gate has a rhyme that interferes with the three magic characters and acts twice on the root."

"Ah……"

At last, Emilia shyly shrank.

"Why can I do a teacher instead?"

“…… Ri ……”

"Hmm?"

"Allow the candidate ... please return to your seat"

Emilia seemed to say so in a small voice.