The Misfit of Demon King Academy: Volume 4 Act 2 (Light Novel) (eBook)

Shu (Autor)

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2023
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-8756-0 (ISBN)

Infos

The truth is out-the fraudulent Demon King, Avos Dilhevia, is a great spirit. And with his legendary power, he seizes control of Dilhade. In order to learn the secret of the great spirit's birth and stop Avos once and for all, Anos must go back in time to Aharthern two thousand years ago. There, he witnesses a loving family torn apart by a tragedy that will explain everything...

Every injustice, every tragedy will fall before the Demon King of Tyranny! The misfit's path to domination continues as the Great Spirit Arc reaches its emotional climax!

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§ 39. Escape from Aharthern

My vision turned red, and I was swallowed by darkness. The magic body I’d sent to Delsgade burned up in flames, leaving only the sight of the Spirit King’s castle before the eyes of my main body.

“A barrier went up,” Misha said.

I turned my Eyes to Delsgade in the distance and found Midhaze shrouded in darkness. It was magic I’d never seen before, but as Misha had said, it appeared to be a type of barrier. Not even my Eyes could see into the city now, and anti-magic was preventing me from sending another magic body.

“Hmm. This is certainly fitting for a spirit born of my own legend. What overwhelming power.”

“Lord Anos!”

I turned in the direction of the voice to see the fan union girls running over from the door. The fact that every girl was accounted for probably meant that Gennul had let them pass untested.

“About what you just sent through Leaks...”

I had just transmitted the magic broadcast to them via Leaks, so they had a general idea of what was going on.

“Did Misa turn into the phony Demon King?” Ellen asked worriedly.

“She hasn’t turned into anything,” I replied. “She was Avos Dilhevia all along. Half of her existence was founded on the legend of the Demon King.”

Solemn looks fell across the girls’ faces.

Lay opened his mouth. Even he was having trouble smiling. “If the legend disappears, Misa will die. If the legend sticks around, Misa is destined to remain as Avos Dilhevia—as the Child of God born to destroy Anos.” With a grim look in his eyes, he gritted his teeth as waves of an indescribable emotion flashed across his face. “If only I hadn’t created a fake Demon King...”

“What’s done is done. Now is not the time to dwell on the past.”

Lay raised his head. When our eyes met, he nodded.

“Avos Dilhevia must be defeated as soon as possible,” I said. “Many of the Demon King of Tyranny’s rumors are spread by humans and Royalists. If Misa’s personality is formed from those rumors, she won’t be the kindest king, I’m afraid.”

Judging by Avos Dilhevia’s speech, it was easy to imagine what we were in for. The hybrids would probably be first to fall victim.

“The Sword of Three Races may be key to defeating Avos Dilhevia,” Lay said in a heavy tone. Hero Kanon had defeated the Demon King of Tyranny with that very sword. The legend had spread among humanity, making Evansmana the Great Spirit Avos Dilhevia’s greatest weakness.

“But won’t Misa die if you defeat Avos Dilhevia?” Eleonore asked.

Zeshia frowned. “That would be sad...”

Sasha put a hand to her head and pondered with a serious expression. “Misa’s half spirit, right? Avos Dilhevia is half of her existence, so she won’t be able to live if that half disappears.”

“She’d get spiritosis,” Misha mumbled.

“It’ll be fine,” I said. “You need only concern yourselves with figuring out a way to defeat Avos Dilhevia. That may seem impossible, but as you know, the impossible has never stopped me.” I turned to face Lay.

“Two thousand years ago, all I ever did was give up,” he said with a look of resolution. “This time, I won’t do that.”

Just then, a tremor shook the Spirit King’s castle. Actually, no—it wasn’t the castle that was shaking—it was the Great Tree of Learning himself. Countless branches reached into the castle, covering the room like a cocoon.

“Are you trying to keep us here, Ennunien?” I asked the Great Tree.

“I’m afraid I cannot allow you to bring harm to the child of the Mother of Spirits,” he replied in his hoarse voice. “You shall all remain here in Aharthern.”

I attempted to cast Gatom but found myself unable to connect to any other space.

“Unfortunately, there is no way out of the remedial cocoon. It is my last resort for failing students who refuse to study. You cannot leave without completing supplementary lessons.”

All spirits were allies of the Great Spirit Reno. It was only natural for them to take the side of her child, Avos Dilhevia, as well.

“I understand how you feel, but that doesn’t mean I shall comply.”

I drew a magic circle in front of me and poured my magic into it. A black sun soared out of the circle and struck the wall of the cocoon.

“It’s no use. Violence is not permitted within this cocoon of learning.”

Sure enough, the wall was slightly charred but had taken no significant damage.

“Oh? But this isn’t the extent of my brutality.”

I drew another magic circle, this time forming one hundred shots of Jio Graze. The jet-black suns struck the exact same spot on the wall with a single deafening boom, fiercely shaking the cocoon.

“I said it’s no use!” Ennunien called. “Using force is pointless!”

Black flames rose with a mighty roar, consuming the entire cocoon.

“What?!”

The bursts of Jio Grazes had broken through the wall, leaving behind a huge hole.

“You power may be great when it comes to education—so great as to trap even those with more magic than you,” I said. New branches reached out to cover the hole, but the black flames spread to consume those as well. The exit was growing wider before our eyes. “But understand this, Ennunien: forcing a passing student to take supplementary lessons isn’t education—it’s corporal punishment. And in a match of violence, I won’t lose.”

“Urgh...”

With that, I’d turned his own legend against him. Even for the sake of the Great Spirit Reno, spirits couldn’t act against their own lore. As Ennunien faltered, I stepped past the now unmoving branches.

“Let’s go.”

At my words, my followers accompanied me out of the Spirit King’s castle. The clouds around us immediately gathered to block our way.

“Don’t be afraid. Just jump,” I said, leaping through a rift between the clouds. Lay, Misha, and Sasha leaped after me, followed by Zeshia and Eleonore. The fan union girls jumped last. The sight of the Great Tree we’d climbed streamed past us as we fell. Just before we reached the trial room, I cast Fless on the fan union girls to set them safely on the ground. The others, too, landed without a hitch.

“Who are they?” Misha suddenly asked, looking over at a group of demons gathered ahead of us. All of them possessed far more power than the demons of this era. They were my subordinates from two thousand years ago. The Netherworld King must have succeeded in retrieving them.

But there was something strange about them.

“Anos Voldigoad.” One of the demons stepped forward, drawing his sword. His name was Nigitt, and he was the most skilled swordsman out of my former followers after Shin. “By the order of my liege, your source will be mine.”

At Nigitt’s signal, the demons charged all at once, but the next moment, a crimson spear came flying out of nowhere, aimed straight at his body. Nigitt blocked the spear with his demon sword and leaped back. The demons with him paused in their advance.

“What a mess. This is why I warned you not to underestimate the gods.”

The man standing before us—the one who had thrown the spear—was Aeges, the Netherworld King.

“The Child of God has commandeered your former subordinates,” he told me. “Half of them have already moved to Delsgade, along with the god in the Conflagration King’s body.”

Now that Melheis had sided with Avos Dilhevia, Nosgalia was able to abandon his post mid-expedition. The Great Spirit Avos Dilhevia was born from the legend of the Demon King of Tyranny and possessed the order of the Child of God. It wouldn’t be strange for Nosgalia to ally himself.

“This isn’t the time to be standing around. Go.” The Netherworld King lowered his center of gravity and pointed his magic spear at my former followers. “I shall handle this. Out of consideration for your soft self, I shall even refrain from destroying them.”

“It seems you’ve grown a little soft yourself, Netherworld King.”

“As I said earlier, our objectives just so happen to coincide,” Aeges replied without turning around. He gripped his crimson spear that could cross dimensions and thrust it downwards, but it didn’t pierce the floor under his feet—it opened a hole beneath my feet instead. The staircase could be seen through the hole.

“Be careful—my subordinates are strong,” I said.

“Your concerns are unwarranted. I haven’t been sitting around idly for the past two thousand years.”

As spear clashed with spell beside us, we jumped into the hole. I was about to return the same way we’d come when I came to a halt.

“Hmm. The path has changed.”

On the way there, Rina and I had followed a complex, mazelike path. Of course, I still remembered that path, but those memories were no use now that the maze was different.

“Anos!”

I turned at the sound of my name to see Rina standing there.

“You’re leaving, right? I know the way!” she said.

Aeges must have told her to stay after saving her from the Spirit of Hiding. For a man called the Netherworld King, he sure was attentive to...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 7.7.2023
• Reihe/Serie: The Misfit of Demon King Academy
• Reihe/Serie: The Misfit of Demon King Academy (Light Novel)
• Reihe/Serie: The Misfit of Demon King Academy (Light Novel)
• Illustrationen: Shizumayoshinori
• Übersetzer: Mana Z.
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• Schlagworte: Demons • Heroes • Light Novel • Magic • OP protagonist • Reincarnation • school
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-8756-3 / 1718387563
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-8756-0 / 9781718387560