The Misfit of Demon King Academy (WN)

“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.

“Wha……..!?”

“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.

“Fuu.”

“….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.

“……What’s wrong?”

“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.”

So exaggerated.

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.

“What?”

“…….Strong…….?”

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.