The Misfit of Demon King Academy: Volume 5 (Light Novel) (eBook)
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-8758-4 (ISBN)
With the second coming of the Demon King of Tyranny, Dilhade is finally at peace, but sightings of dragons, which were thought to be extinct, have been reported all over Azesion. When the Demon King Academy and Hero Academy team up to deal with the creatures, they discover an unknown world beneath the ground. Meanwhile, a mysterious man with a god by his side appears before Anos. The man, a draconid, tells him of the Selection, a trial in which eight gods summon representatives to fight each other and the victor becomes a proxy of the gods, and of how Anos has been chosen as one of the representatives. Anos pursues the man to the underground world-the divine capital, Gaelahesta-where he takes down his new 'rival' and befriends the familiar yet not-so-familiar god...
With the second coming of the Demon King of Tyranny, Dilhade is finally at peace, but sightings of dragons, which were thought to be extinct, have been reported all over Azesion. When the Demon King Academy and Hero Academy team up to deal with the creatures, they discover an unknown world beneath the ground. Meanwhile, a mysterious man with a god by his side appears before Anos. The man, a draconid, tells him of the Selection, a trial in which eight gods summon representatives to fight each other and the victor becomes a proxy of the gods, and of how Anos has been chosen as one of the representatives. Anos pursues the man to the underground world-the divine capital, Gaelahesta-where he takes down his new "e;rival"e; and befriends the familiar yet not-so-familiar god...
§ Prologue: The Moon of Creation
The Mythical Age.
Snowflakes fluttered towards the ground, glittering as they reflected warm rays of light... Actually, no. The snowflakes were, in fact, a form of light themselves. Altiertonoa, the Moon of Creation, hung full in the sky alongside the regular moon. Its silvery light shone down on the world below, creating the illusion of falling snow. The “snowflakes” were shaped like flowers, which had earned them the name of lunar snowdrops.
Under the light of the Moon of Creation, all life gained magic at the core of its being. This created the origin and foundation of all life—the source.
Illuminated by that silver moonlight was a battlefield where many had lost their lives. The dead bodies, broken trees, and wilted plants on that wasteland froze like time had stopped then ceased to exist. Once the old was gone, the new could be born. It was said that after thousands of nights of destruction, the Moon of Creation would shine in the sky and create new life. Through Altiertonoa’s miracle, the order of the world was maintained by cycling the lives that had been lost.
Silver lunar snowdrops fell like snow upon the piles of corpses, but within that frozen scenery, one figure was still moving. It was a demon man. He stood alone at the center of the destruction—that was more like overwhelming devastation—dressed in black from head to toe. He was the infamous Demon King of Tyranny, Anos Voldigoad.
The Demon King slowly stepped forward, glaring up at the heavens with Magic Eyes dyed mauve. A plank-shaped foothold made of darkness appeared in midair. Another black plank appeared one step above it, followed by another. The darkness spread to form a staircase that stretched all the way up to the shining Moon of Creation in the sky. The Demon King began to climb that staircase.
Just how much time did he spend climbing those stairs? Altiertonoa was so high up, even when the mountains below looked like pebbles, there was still no end in sight. It seemed as if seven days had long passed, yet the night never turned to day. As long as the Moon of Creation shone in the sky, morning would never arrive.
Another seven days passed, but the silver moon was still far in the distance. As the Demon King continued climbing, lunar snowdrops fell upon the stairs he’d created. The flowers suddenly glowed brightly, and a silver-haired girl appeared ten steps above the Demon King. Her hair reached all the way to her ankles; her eyes were a bright silver; and she was dressed in a pure-white gown.
“Go back,” she said.
“I refuse.”
The Demon King resumed climbing the staircase, but no matter how many steps he climbed, the distance between him and the girl remained unchanged.
“What is your purpose here?”
“To bring down the moon.”
An emotionless gaze pierced the Demon King. “You won’t succeed.”
“Nothing is impossible for me,” he replied.
The girl disappeared.
Unfazed, the Demon King continued climbing. Another seven days passed before the glowing lunar snowdrops fell once again, signaling the silver-haired girl’s arrival.
“Why do you wish to bring down the Moon of Creation?”
“I don’t know. Why do you ask?”
The girl stared wordlessly at the Demon King.
“When morning comes, the Sun of Destruction takes lives,” the Demon King explained. “When night falls, the Moon of Creation creates new life. We’re sick of being your toys.”
“That is the law of this world.”
“Which is why I shall destroy it.”
The girl’s eyes widened.
“If something so absurd is the law of this world, we’re better off without it.”
“If the law is destroyed, order will crumble. This world will perish,” the girl said.
The Demon King glared at her menacingly. “Is this world a kind place?”
She didn’t reply to his question—perhaps because she was unable to.
“Is this a world worth defending? Only death and destruction exists. All hope has long been lost. This world is nothing more than a giant torture chamber. As long as its laws exist, no light will ever reach us. Only the echoes of screams and cries can be heard.” The Demon King stopped and looked up at the girl. “Carve this into your skull, unknown god: I am not one to simply obey due to an overused threat like the end of the world.”
The girl finally broke her silence. “Militia.” When the Demon King looked at her questioningly, she continued. “I am Militia, the Goddess of Creation, the order that created this world. And you?”
“Demon King Anos Voldigard,” he replied.
“Anos.” Her voice was flat and detached, but for some reason, the sound lingered in one’s ears. “The world isn’t kind.”
She disappeared again, leaving behind a lunar snowdrop.
The Demon King remained where he was, staring at the flower. For some reason, he didn’t make any attempt to walk again. He glared at the Moon of Creation in the distance, seemingly lost in thought as he gazed into its abyss.
One hour passed, then four, then ten. A whole day passed. The Demon King remained as still as ever, standing there until another glowing flower fell before him. The silver-haired girl appeared on the staircase once more. The Goddess of Creation’s emotionless eyes stared into the abyss of the Demon King.
“Hmm. You were much faster that time.”
“Because you were waiting.” Militia lifted her hand and pointed at the Demon King.
“You could tell?”
“I could.”
“I see. You aren’t the Goddess of Creation for nothing.”
The Demon King turned around and sat down on the black staircase. Without any of the hostility he showed towards the Moon of Creation, he gazed down at the world below. There was a hint of grief in his expression.
Curious, Militia descended the stairs. The distance between the two of them shortened. With his back still facing Militia, the Demon King turned to look over his shoulder.
“There’s something I want to ask you,” he said.
“About the world?”
“About you.”
Militia’s eyes widened slightly.
“Now that I think about it, I realize I’ve never tried to understand the gods. Tell me what you’re feeling, Militia.”
In a voice devoid of emotion, she answered. “Gods are order. We do not feel anger, kindness, sadness, or pride. We are merely born as order and fulfill our roles. We are immortal, thus we are not living.”
“So you have no feelings.”
“Immortal beings do not need feelings,” she said matter-of-factly. “They are a function bestowed only on the living.”
The Demon King’s gaze returned to the ground, and he thought for a moment. “Gods aren’t immortal,” he eventually said. “No beings are immortal before me.” The Demon King asked the Goddess of Creation another question. “Will you tell me about yourself?”
“What do you wish to know?” Militia replied, as unaffected as ever.
“Anything about you.”
The god that looked like a young girl closed her mouth. A long, long silence passed. Eventually, she replied, “I have a little sister.”
“Oh? Do you get along?”
“I’ve never met her.”
“Why is that?”
“Because that is the order of things,” she said. At the same time, the sky to the east turned a faint red. The long night was about to end. “The Moon of Creation is to disappear. My time here is over.”
“Can I ask one more question before you go?” the Demon King asked.
Militia nodded.
“What’s your sister’s name?”
The silver moon in the night sky faded as the sun rose in its place. Militia transformed into a glittering lunar snowdrop and disappeared, but not before leaving behind her sister’s name.
Time passed. Life on the earth continued to perish. Millions of lives were lost. Seven years from that night, the Moon of Creation rose in the sky once again. In the silent world where time seemed to have stopped, a black staircase stretched up to the silver moon. And someone was climbing it. It was the Demon King of Tyranny, Anos Voldigoad.
He walked for seven days and seven nights, until the mountains below looked to be the size of pebbles and a lunar snowdrop softly fell upon the staircase. Its brilliant silver light intensified, and the flower took the shape of a person. Militia, the Goddess of Creation, appeared, her appearance the exact same as before.
“Hmm. Long time no see, Militia.”
“It’s been seven years.” Militia descended the staircase.
The Demon King reached into his breast pocket and took out a letter. “I have a gift for you today.” He handed it to her. “It’s from your sister.”
Militia opened the envelope and removed the letter from within. A magic circle was drawn on the paper. When she pressed her hand against it, words played in her head. She listened to them for a moment, then smiled softly.
“What did it say?”
She looked back at the Demon King. “You didn’t read it?”
“I wouldn’t read a letter addressed to you.”
Militia replied. “Give my regards...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 10.11.2023 |
|---|---|
| Reihe/Serie | The Misfit of Demon King Academy (Light Novel) | The Misfit of Demon King Academy (Light Novel) |
| Illustrationen | Shizumayoshinori |
| Übersetzer | Mana Z. |
| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy |
| Schlagworte | Demons • Heroes • Light Novel • Magic • OP protagonist • Reincarnation • school |
| ISBN-10 | 1-7183-8758-X / 171838758X |
| ISBN-13 | 978-1-7183-8758-4 / 9781718387584 |
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