The Misfit of Demon King Academy (WN)-Chapter 12.2

My feelings. I was half asleep and used Flame Prison Annihilation Cannon <Geo Greys> but nobody died. That fact must not have been passed down. My answers were wrong to them.

“How do you judge whether someone is suitable as a Demon King?”

“The closer they are to the thoughts and feelings of the Demon King of Tyranny.”

I see.

“By the way. What type of person was the Demon King of Tyranny?”

“He combined cruelty with philanthropy. A perfect existence. He always only ever thought about the mazoku and cared not for himself. Without greed and a noble heart. Even his tyranny came from an immeasurable depth of caring for others.”

Who’s that? A perfect superhuman?

Such a person could never exist. How stupid.

I don’t care about being a legend but at least keep it true.

In this state, it’s no wonder I’ve been branded inept. I was judged as not even knowing the name of the Demon King.

“Okay. I get the badges but whats with the two uniforms?”

Even in this class half wear white and half wear black.

“Black clothes are for scholarship students. Purebloods of the Demon King Tribe.”

“Like Liorg?”

Misha nods.

“Scholarship students are exempt from the entrance exams.”

“Then, why was that fellow in the exam?”

“Those that want to do it still can if they want.”

I see. Basically, there are those that want to show off their power at the entrance exam. That explains why there was only small fry there. Those that are truly strong have no need to show off.

At that moment a bell rang in the distance.

“Everyone, please be seated.”

I look up and see a woman wearing a black robe enter the classroom.

She writes on the blackboard using magic.

[Emilia Roodwell]

“I’m Emilia, the homeroom teacher of class 2. My best regards for this year.”

Fumu. As expected of a teacher, her magic power is pretty good. At least, she would be too difficult for Liorg to handle.

“Right, let’s not waste any time. First off we will split into groups. If you want to become a team leader please announce your candidacy, however, the condition is you have to be able to use magic to teach from now on.”

Did the lesson just start?

Emilia draws a magic formation on the board.

That’s the magic Demon King Army <Guys>.

“This is probably the first time you’ve seen it but this is the magic for Demon King Army <Guys>. Briefly put, under the hand of the king it gives strength to the subordinates in his army. We’ll be practising this in class. You will attempt to draw this formation and if it’s judged that you can then you have the qualification to be a team leader.”

It’s basically diving the class, not into those who can be team leaders but those that have the qualification to aim at being a Demon Emperor.

“Right. Please raise your hand if you want to run.”

I raise my hand without hesitation.

Because I am judged as inept they don’t understand that I am the Demon King. Well, I don’t blame them. Since they are my decedents half the responsibility lies with me. Even if they don’t understand yet the important part is I prove my ability.

However, or should I say as expected, my classmate’s reaction is not good. They are looking at me with a startled look.

Yare yare. Just because I’ve been branded as inept and announced my candidacy they react like this?

“White clothes cannot run.” Misha whispered to me

Certainly, looking around, all the hands raised are black clothes except me.

In other words purebloods. Yet another stupid story.

“Arnos-kun was it? I’m sorry but you don’t qualify.”

“Why?”

“Because you are mixed blood.”

“Mixed blood does not mean inferior to pure blood.”

Emilia got angry when I said that.

“Is that a royal criticism?”

Yare yare. Every single one of them. He that knows little often repeats it.

“I didn’t say such a stupid thing. I’ll prove mixed blood surpasses pureblood. If I can prove it you will accept me.”

Emilia sighs.

“It’s actually the opposite. Proof of superiority was given by the founder. As for proving mixed blood is superior to pure blood that would mean that you are superior to royalty.”

“Fumu. Then if I can do it will you accept my candidacy?”

“Prove your talk if you can.”

I suddenly laugh.

“Your words. I will accept them with Contract <Sekt>.”

“Eh….such a……when….did you use magic…..?”

A verbal promise, Contract <Sekt>. It was common sense in the age of myth to seal a deal with this. To be unaware of this disqualifies you as a teacher.

Anyway, I stand up and walk over to the blackboard.

“This Demon King Army <Guys>. Was it developed by royalty?”

“Yes.”

“It’s got a defect in the technique.”

“No way. That’s impossible. <Guys> goes back 2000 years in this form. No one has ever found a defect.”

“I found it 2000 years ago but never got around to fixing it before I reincarnated.”

I rewrote 3 parts of the formula on the blackboard.

“This is its perfect form. If you call yourself a teacher tell me what you see.”

Emilia looks at the formation with an expression that says she cannot believe it.

“Such a thing………just by rewriting three places this…… Magical efficiency has increased by 10% and its magical effect is 1 no 5 times more? ………This is.”

A stir leaks from the classroom.

“…..That fellow……who is he……?”

“To point out the defect in a formation the first time you’ve seen it…….and then rewrite it. Such a thing. I’ve never heard of it before. We haven’t even touched the basics of magic foundation yet.”

“This could be the greatest discovery of the century……..”

Fumu. To be surprised by something like this. It’s an incredibly low-level story.

“It’s regrettable.”

Emilia turns to me.

“The magic effect was doubled before. The magic gate interfered with 3 characters causing it to double up on itself.”

“Ah………..”

Has she finally noticed? Emilia shrank slightly in embarrassment.

“If you want I’ll take over teaching instead?”

“…..I……”

“Hmm?”

“I approve your candidacy……please return to your seat.” Emilia said in a very quiet voice.

(1) I had trouble with the badges bit but I think that all the badges have a hexagram on them and then a further triangle, rectangle or pentagram to show your ability.

(2) A more direct translation would be a nonconformist or incompatible person.