The Misfit of Demon King Academy (WN)

Some of them were rescued by black-uniform students, some others broke off their chains on their own, and some others were rescued by teachers.

All of those students in white immediately had an anti-magic spell cast on them to reduce the effects of <Dark Region Demera> to the limit.

Obviously, their saviors had all agreed to the same rescue mission beforehand.

“To all of my men, here’s my command. Take all the students with you and meet up with Eleonore. With her magic barrier, she should be able to ward off the effects of <Dark Region Demera>. And it should last until I’m finished with Avos Dilhevia.” (Anos)

Through the magic connection of <Remote Clairvoyance Limnet> applied to the crystals, I sent a telepathic message to my subordinates. All of them must’ve been involved in Igareth’s execution in the arena two thousand years ago.

They looked for allies using “Anosh Porticollo” as a password.

Similar to how Avos Dilhevia reacted just now, the enemy has no idea what my men were talking about when they said the name “Anosh.”

But only their allies from two thousand years ago would understand.

『『『As you wish, Your Majesty!』』』(Davidra & co)

After their replies, Eleonore’s voice followed.

『Got it!』(Eleonore)

<Dark Region Demera> was a powerful spell. And above all, the fact that the spell caster was Avos Dilhevia herself played a big role in it.

Nevertheless, because the spell covered the entirety of Midhaze, its power was inevitably dispersed.

But Eleonore was my magic. If she could raise her magic power to the max using <Sanctuary Aske>, and raise a barrier around a small area, then she’d manage to at least buy some time.

I connected her to my subordinates from two thousand years ago via <Thought Communication Leaks> so that they could contact each other. With all those conditions in place, they’d definitely be able to carry out this operation.

“…Anos Voldigoad…” (Avos)

Avos Dilhevia had a look of incomprehension on her face.

“Just what in the world did you do?” (Avos)

“You really don’t get it?” (Anos)

The moment she blinked, Lay and I kicked off the ground and immediately appeared in front of the throne.

“I am Anosh Porticollo.” (Anos)

In an instant, Avos Dilhevia took off her cloak and used it as a distraction to block our sight.

Unperturbed by it, Lay flashed his Sword of Three Races sideways.

Along with the cloak, the throne was easily sliced in half, but Avos Dilhevia leapt and avoided the holy sword.

She landed right where we were standing just earlier.

“I see. Now I understand. You changed the past, didn’t you, you misfit? This goes against the divine order. What an insolent scoundrel you are.” (Avos)

“If you understand that much, then it’s about time you stop focusing your magic power on the Abolisher of Reason, and take this seriously. Otherwise, you’ll die without even being able to put up a fight.” (Anos)

I gasped at the air with all five of my fingers, which were glowing with a bluish-white aura.

Then, Avos Dilhevia clutched her left chest in pain.

“Did you think you had evaded me? That heart of yours is already in the palm of my hand.” (Anos)

This was the hand of <All Creation Hand Ygg Neas>.

A spell that transcended distances and allowed me to hold anything, or in this case, Avos Dilhevia’s heart, in my grasp.

“…Are you sure about that? I don’t think it’s time for me to get serious just yet. I’m still in control of everything. Even with my life in the palm of your hand, I am in no danger whatsoever. Now, Hero Kanon. Try and cut me down with your Sword of Three Races, why don’t you.” (Avos)

Lay readied his holy sword in silence.

“No matter what you’re up to, it won’t change anything. Either way, we’re going to cut off everything about you. Including the sad fate of our friend.” (Anos)

With a slight nod, Lay kicked off the ground.

Like the wind, he closed the distance to the False Demon King.

Then as he did so, he saw the tip of a sword glittering like a gemstone behind him.

But the wielder was nowhere to be seen. Only the sword suddenly appeared out of thin air.

“Is that Gennul?” (Anos)

By the time I muttered that, I had moved behind Lay to cover his back.

When the Jewel Sword Eilarrow was swung at me, I caught it with my left hand clad in <Four Worlds Wall Beno Ievun>.

At that moment —— the scenery changed.

“……” (Anos)

Judging by my surroundings, I was inside a castle. Which wasn’t Delsgade.

I could see a wooden throne in the distance, and moonlight was dimly shining through the windows.

I remembered this place.

This was the castle above the clouds, on top of Enyunien.

However, it didn’t look to me like I was brought here via instant teleportation.

By using my Magic Eyes, I could see that this space was all an illusion created with magic power.

“Hmm. I see. So I’m inside the Spirit of Hiding, huh.” (Anos)

This meant that the moment I caught his sword, I was spirited away.

“Precisely.” (???)

A voice echoed quietly.

Along with the sound of his footsteps, a masked man in jet-black armor came from beyond the darkness.

He put his hand on the mask, and slowly removed it.

The face he revealed and his source belonged to one demon I knew very well.

“It is my pleasure to see you again, Anos-sama. I have come to—” (Shin)

It was Shin Reglia, the Demon King’s right-hand man, who still sported the same cold Magic Eyes as two thousand years ago.

“—betray you.” (Shin)