The Misfit of Demon King Academy

Chapter 33.2

In the age of myths, powerless people died but now they can walk about freely.

“You don’t have great power and to unify the mazoku will bring great danger your way.”

“…..It’s just as Arnos-sama says.”

Misa looks down for an instant, however, she raises her face back up with a smile like she had instantly recovered.

“If it’s fine by you can I show you around the union tower? There’s something I want you to see.”

Misa looks at me earnestly. Doesn’t seem like she wants to answer me.

“Very well, guide me then.”

“Yes! This way!”

Misa starts climbing the stairs and explains about the union tower.

On the 2nd and 3rd floors are things relating to the Arnos fan union. It’s where they do their day to day activities.

There’s sculptures of me and diaries listing all my actions since I joined the school.

The 4th floor is a living space where you can sleep and the 5th floor is full of Deiruheido history books and mazoku related books.

I had a brief look but there were no true history books from 2000 years ago.

Going up the stairs we come to the top floor.

In the centre of the room was a stone pedestal with a demon sword stuck in it.

Fumu. It’s a strange structure.

Potentially, it feels like its magic power could rival a masterpiece from the age of myths but its incomplete.

The demon sword has been split in half vertically.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?”

“Yes.”

Misa walked slowly forward and stopped in front of the sword staring at it.

I was going to ask something but decided to wait in silence.

Before long, Misa spoke up in a quiet voice.

“….You may have noticed Arnos-sama but I’m not a pure mazoku. My father is a mazoku but my mother is a spirit.”

Part mazoku and part spirit. That explains why I felt the power of the spirits in her magic. The fact that the spirits and the mazoku have come together is even more surprising than the humans and mazoku coming together.

“My mother seems to have died soon after I was born.”

Misa says a little sadly.

“I’ve never talked to my father. I don’t even know his face or his name.”

“Why?”

“My father is royalty and seems to be in a very high position. He might even be one of the demon emperors ruling some part of Deiruheido.”

I don’t get it.

“Did he do something wrong?”

Misha speaks up.

“The royal families are responsible for leaving descendants from the royal families. When they have children that have any blood other than a royal in them, that family is excluded from the royal family.”

“I see. As well as themselves it affects the entire family as well.”

Even if the child is of mixed blood that blood doesn’t get thinner and fade away.

It’s a very strange thought process.

“It’s as Misha-san says. I think my father understood it well that he shouldn’t fall in love with anyone other than a royal but he still seemed to have fallen in love with my mother anyway. Right?”

*Fufufu* Misa laughs.

“That’s just my delusion though. It would be nice to think so.”

Misa says it like that but he must have liked her mother since it came with such big risks to himself and his family.

“My father cannot talk to me. If it became known that he had a half-spirit child he would lose everything. So we’ve never met and I’ve never seen his face or even know his name.”

It’s different for myself but I can see not wanting to involve the rest of your family.

“On my 10th birthday, an unknown spirit owl bought me this half a sword.”

Misa gently touches the handle.

“In fact, it would be better to leave no trace at all but I think that this is a message from my father who cant say anything. The other half is surely owed by my father. Right now this sword is divided in 2 but one day it will become one. The day when royals and mixed blood will join hands will come. That is why my father is fighting. I’ve always thought that he’s waiting to pick me up and tell me so.”

Misa looks over her shoulder at me.

“Deiruheido is peaceful. The rule of the royals is excellent and I can go to this academy and live with no problems even though I don’t have any parents.”

She briefly stops speaking and smiles sadly before continuing.

“But I have nothing more than a life without inconvenience. Even if I was poor all I want is to spend my days with my father and laugh.”

Those last words were squeezed out and loaded with emotion.

“Father and daughter cannot even talk as they have been ripped apart. I want to end these sad things. Everyone’s the same. All the unificationists have never met their parents or have lost their families under the peaceful reign of the royals.”

Misa stares at me with an appealing look.

“Still, the gap between ideal and reality is deep. So when I saw Arnos-sama overwhelming the royal family with overwhelming power I thought that we had finally found our ray of hope. I’m able to believe in you, the demon king of tyranny.”

“Fumu. What if I wasn’t the founder, what would you do?”

“It doesn’t matter. We will even fight against the founder to achieve even a small bit of happiness if we have to.”

Misa firmly declared.

“What we believe is your words. You said you were the demon king of tyranny and we believe you.”

They don’t need the founder huh?

Certainly, it’s true that the unificationists don’t need a founder who’s royalty.

“Arnos-sama. Please forgive those of us who are weak but please lend us your strength. We will fight together……..”

I can grasp the general circumstances.

“When’s the next group opposition test?”

Was my question unexpected? Misa was not able to answer right away.

“Day after tomorrow.”

Misha answers instead.

“Well then Misa. In 2 days time, you should challenge me.”

“But…….”

“I’m not going to say you have to win but I don’t need subordinates that rely on my power. You said that you were ready to fight the founder if you had to. Prove to me that those words weren’t a lie and fight me.”

Staying quiet Misa then nodded in determination.

“Understood. I will be sure to meet the expectations of Arnos-sama.”

“Now then. Let’s call Sasha and get some lunch.”

We leave the room and head downstairs.

“Speaking of which, is Arnos-sama used to handling swords?”

Misa asks.

“Not really. I just swing my sword around with brute strength. Why?”

“Because tomorrow is a large scale military sword drill. I wondered if I’d see the cool figure of Arnos-sama.”

I remember hearing such a story.

“Oh yeah. If I’m not mistaken isn’t a guest lecturer coming?”

“Yes. According to Melheys-sama any time a grand military drill is held there’s a chance that one of the old seven demon emperors will turn up.”

Fumu. Avos Dilheavia must know that I have an idea about him now. Will he appear? Will he turn up for an ability inspection?

“Also, I don’t think many students know this yet but a transfer student is coming tomorrow as well.”

I didn’t notice the meaningful words Misa said.