Several days later.
In front of my eyes is the nostalgic view of my castles front gate.
My castle was made from a 3d solid magic formation so even after 2000 years it’s still in good shape. Though in some odd places it is showing it’s age compared to when I was last alive.
The only thing that’s really changed is that its name has been changed to demon king academy.
Looking around my surroundings I can see people entering the gate one after another.
Are these people taking the entrance exam?
“Arnos-chan, stay strong.”
Although I said it wasn’t necessary my parents found out about the exam and came with me to school.
“You, that, he, he, hehe, retain a calm mind!”
My father is muttering nonsensical things.
“No, can you calm down father.”
“A, ou, you seem to be okay.”
“Un un. Our Arnos-chan is so strong after only a month. He will definitely pass!”
Naturally, no other mazoku have turned up with their parents.
I’m slightly ashamed by the surrounding gazes.
“I’m off then.”
I turn and head off towards the row of mazoku queued up in front of the front gate.
“Good luck, do your best Arnos! Good luck, do your best Arnos!”
Hmmm. My father is embarrassing……….
Is this what human parents are like? I must admit it doesn’t feel bad at all, just a bit embarrassing.
“Hurray, hurray Misha! Fighto, fighto Misha!”
Another embarrassing cheer that wasn’t from my father could be heard from behind.
A quick glance showed me a bearded, stern-faced man raising his fists in the air and yelling.
The blood of the mazoku is mixed but seems quite weak in him. About the same as my dad maybe? That means he could be a human being as well.
Trudging away from the embarrassing man is an expressionless girl. She’s very pretty with blue eyes, a straight nose and an innocent facial expression. Long platinum blonde hair with fluffy ringlets cascades from her head.
She’s wearing robes coloured in black and white. The embroidery and design seem to be of mazoku origin. If that’s the case perhaps my parents are mazoku and not human as well. Well, my mother might be mazoku anyway.
“Good luck, do your best Arnos! Good luck, do your best Arnos!”
Just as I enter the main gate I can hear my father again.
That girl turns to look at my father and follows his gaze to me.
Our eye’s just met.
“Were both troubled it seems.”
When I speak she lets out a shy little laugh.
The girl let out a short agreement.
Is she a poor talker? Taciturn perhaps? Doesn’t seem like she’ll say anything more.
She doesn’t seem to be wary of me though.
“I’m Arnos. Arnos Voldigod.”
After I spoke I wondered if I had done the right thing. That’s the name of the founder demon king. On one hand I don’t want to cause a scene but on the other hand, I don’t see any reason to hide it either.
Well, it doesn’t really matter. Now or later, it makes little difference.
Unexpectedly she didn’t react to my name.
I wonder why she didn’t show any interest? Saying that, it’s better this way.
2000 years have passed. I can’t imagine anyone here will be interested in demon king Arnos.
“My best regards Misha.”
Another short reply.
As I was about to enter the gate a man stepped in front of me.
He had swarthy skin, a forged steel like body, short cut white hair and appeared to be somewhere in his 20’s.
He had a smile that just screamed bad intentions.
“Ha? Taking the admission test with your parents. When did the demon king academy become a playground for children?”
Hmmm. Who’s this fellow?
“……….Oi, is that?”
“Aah….this is bad……They’ve caught the arrogant gaze of Zepes. I wonder if that guy will keep all his limbs……….?”
Apparently, this chap is famous.
Putting him aside for the moment, does this queue extend all along the right-hand side? I’m sure that’s where the arena was.
I see. They must be doing the entrance exam in there.
“Are you good at fighting Misha?”
I guess fighting’s not her strong point. Well, since things have become peaceful that’s fine.
We headed over to the right and joined the queue.
“You……..!! Oi, bastard, bastard!!”
I turned around to look since it was so noisy behind.
That man from a while ago was glaring at me.
“Hmph. You finally turned around.”
Yare yare. My descendants appear to be lacking in manners. (1)
Should I chastise him a little?
“I’m sorry. Your magical power was so weak I didn’t see you.”
“Wha…….what did you say!?”
The man’s eyes turned furious almost immediately.
“This one is the Demon duke Zepes Endou and you knowingly insult me?”
“Demon duke……..? No, I’ve never heard of you. Are you famous?”
Aah, I see. This nickname must have been born sometime during the last 2000 years.
“Oi you bastard. Apologise now.”
What an awfully cold voice.
Zepes glares at me with merciless eyes and makes a fist. Particles of magic power gather and a magic formation is drawn.
two, three, four…five magic formations.
He opened his hand and condensed jet back flame sprang from his palm.
“Were you surprised? Good. Will you beg for your life? I’ll forgive you if you lick my boots. If not I’ll use this dark flame that can burn even the gods called Demon Fire and turn that ojou-chans face into a skeleton. Hyahahahahaha!!”
Wha, wha…….what type of low-level magic is this? What was the point of drawing five magic formations to make this demon flame ?
Of course I’m surprised. He spoke in such an exaggerated and grand manner yet I’ve just been shown magic that’s inferior to a child playing with matches.
Despite being my descendant he’s not blessed with magic power at all. Poor chap.
“….What….the…….Impossible!! That’s impossible!!”
I blew the demon flame out with my breath.
“Bastard, Bastaaaaaard……..What did you do!!”
“Why are you surprised? I just blew a match flame out with my breath.”
“My demon flame is a match flame!?………..”
In the first place, the usage of magic power is fundamentally different between me and Zepes.
This fellow frantically scrapes together magic power and forcefully uses it. I naturally have it all around and can spontaneously use it.
If you couldn’t do that in the age of mythology your death was certain.
No, I suppose that the peace at any price mindset has caused the degradation of magic, however, this could be a good age to live in. Mazoku that were weak can speak in such a grand manner now.
“Bastard……such an insult……don’t think that you can return alive now.”
Doesn’t this fellow understand the difference in our levels?
“Wait a minute.”
When I spoke, the body of Zepes stiffened like he’d been paralysed.
“Wha….I can’t move……what have you done!?”
Oh, I see. Magic power is naturally attached to my words so I must have cast compulsion on him.
To be this easily caught by the power of words. He must have very weak anti-magic abilities.
“Oh well. Please stand there and reflect for a while.”
Zepes looked apologetic as soon as I finished speaking.
“All those things I said…….It was not words that should have been spoken when meeting someone for the first time……..If there is a hole……I want to climb in. How can I apologise for what I’ve done?”
Zepes carried on reflecting while standing there like a scarecrow.
The voices of the other applicants from earlier were murmuring again.
“That’s amazing. That guy made Zepes apologise.”
“Aah, did you see? He extinguished that demon flame. He must be a master at anti-magic.”
“I’ve never seen his face before. He might be the dark horse of the chaos generation.”
I moderated my voice though. Even that fellow should be able to undo my compulsion in about 10 minutes or so.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we go?”
I called out to Misha who was waiting for me and we began walking.
“…….Arnos…….” She calls out to me in a small voice.
I couldn’t help laughing.
“I won’t deny it, but in this case, it’s not appropriate.”
She leans her head to one side in puzzlement.
“……..Why not appropriate?”
“That guy was too weak.”
We passed into the arena where the examination was taking place.
(1) Yare yare is usually translated as something along the lines of ‘oh boy, here we go, my my’ and so on. It’s an expression of relief or disappointment usually. I didn’t translate it because I like the sound of it, sorry. Same with Fighto.
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I really like to know what’s in that cup that can turn a cute Nepu into this?
Thanks 4 the chapter!
If the summary is correct than the examiners can’t understand his power. How can they not see he’s more powerful?
Thanks for doing this chapter!😊
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too weak XD
Maou Gakuen > chuunibyou demo koi ga shitai
the manga did it better he killed and revived the guy multiple times
Really? Now I want to see that. Can’t be assed to read the manga though. Also, I hope the cringe and chuunibyou vibes won’t intensify further. Seriously… He truly acts like a precocious teenager.
He used Growth to become a teenager, but his body is actually at a teething age while his mind is long way past age of seconfd childhood senility.
He didn’t do that coming in the gate. It happens later.
Why did he apologize to the girl when they dont know each other ?
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Thanks for the chapter!
Still getting some serious chuunibyou vibes. Bet this would’ve been an awesome read 10 years ago when I was 15, but right now I just can’t help but think about how stupidly juvenile it is. Still, it’s not unreadable yet, while juvenile and childish it’s also not offensive at all,a pretty mild novel that might let me kill some time.
There’s just one bit I would like to raise from one of the earlier paragraphs when Arnos first saw and described Misha.
This part feels like a translation error…. Original text:
What i interpret it is that due to Misha wearlng clothes of Mazoku origin, unlike Arnos who has both human parents, her mother may be a Mazoku (since he has confirmed that the man cheering for Misha whom he thinks is her father is human)
isn’t misha’s description here for sasha?