Chapter 13 Brand of non-conforming person (1/2)
A few days later--
I was dressed in the owl's uniform and turned to Delzogade Demon Academy. Today is the first school day. Many students are passing through the main gate and heading into the school. At first glance, there were two types of uniforms they wore.
I wear white uniforms, but others wear black uniforms. At first glance, is it half-and-half? It doesn't seem to be divided by grade. And there are several brands that have been imprinted on school badges.
My school badge is a cross. Others include triangles, squares, pentagrams, and hexagrams. But as far as I can tell, no one else has been branded a cross.
But what? Don't look strangely. Most people who have noticed me seem to be looking at them with interest. I didn't do this at the time of the entrance examination, but I can't help but think deeply. If there is something, it will be known soon.
When I entered the school, there was a big bulletin board. Classification of new students is listed. Anos Voldigord's name was in two sets of columns. The classroom is the second training room. In the castle I knew, I climbed the stairs and headed for the classroom.
Open the door and enter the second training room. Desks and chairs are lined up. The students inside looked at me all at once. HM. After all, don't feel like you're getting attention.
But, well, we'll be together in the same class. I'm not used to this kind of thing, but I do hear the first greeting. Tr an slat e d by jp ｍtl.com
Here, let's impress a friendly man.
I said with a full smile and as refreshing a voice as possible.
”Good morning, everyone! This class will be dominated by me! I'll kill all the opponents!”
HM. Is it such a place? I feel like I'm in the air or don't pull the air, but wasn't the voice fresh enough?
Did I get a little nervous on the first day of school?
As always, there was a dignified gaze that was not mixed with the gaze looking at me. Mischa, a platinum blonde girl dressed in white uniform.
I walk to her seat. Tran slated by ｊpｍt l .co m
”Yo”
When he greeted, Misha turned to inorganic eyes.
”……Good morning……”
”Is it good next door?”
”……Hmm……”
Pull the chair and sit next to Misha. I thought about hearing it.
”How was this joke now?”
Misha bends her neck.
”……joke?”
”Everyone who goes against is a killer.”
You can't really think about that. In the mythological era, this was pretty good. ”Oh, please joke ...” was often spoken by subordinates.
”... I think you will be misunderstood ...”
Good. After all, is that so? This is the difference between the times. During the entrance exam, the joke decided he wanted to be his own weight, but ran out of his mouth.
”Is it better to be a little more familiar with the class?”
”……Hmm……” Tra n sla ted b y jpmtl .ｃ om
But don't feel your eyes yet.
”I've been watching you a while ago, do you know anything?”
”... It's rumored ...”
”I am? What?”
”……do not be angry……?”
”She looks like this and she's never been angry.”
”... the stigma ...”
Misha points to my school badge.
”It shows the results of magical power measurement and aptitude test”
”Oh, that's why. How does it work?”
”The more vertices of polygons and pentagrams, the better.”
Isn't the result of adding magic and aptitude tests better for a pentagram than for a square or a quadrangle than a triangle?
”Is my school badge even a pentagram, a cross?”
Neither a triangle nor a square.
T ra nsla te d b y Jp ｍ tl .com ”... the first branding at Demon Academy ...”
”What does that mean?”
”Non-conforming person ...”
Misha says in a light tone.
”The Demon King Academy is a school that nurtures the next generation of emperors. Only the Demon King is allowed to enter.”
Since I was free until the day I arrived, I looked into it, but it seems that I was the founder alone, and I distinguished the characters in the other way as Emperor. Also, the demons are demons who draw the blood of their founder.
”No demon king has ever been judged to be inadequate. Anos is the first non-conforming person.”
Once she cut off her words, she said again.
”So it's been rumored.”
HM. I don't know how to judge the Demon King's suitability, but at least branding the genuine founder as a non-conforming person can only be said to be the wrong inspection method.
When I entered the school, I just thought I would find me on my own, but the demons of this era seem to have degenerated more than I thought.
”I know that magic is too big to measure because my magic is too big, but the aptitude test should be a perfect score.”
”……have confidence……?”
”Oh”
Anyway, just say the name of the founder, answer the feelings of the founder, all the questions about me. I can't make a mistake.
No, wait? T r an s la ted by ｊp mt l.ｃ oｍ
”Well, Misha. Can you say the name of the founder?”
Misha blinked her eyes with no expression.
”... The name of the founder must not be called because of fear.”
”What's my name?”
”... Anos ...”
”What's your full name?”
”Annos Voldigord”
So that's it.
”Is it OK?”
I put my hand on Misha's head. She doesn't hate her, and she looks strangely.
”What's wrong?”
”Remember the founder's name.”
”……Hmm……”
At the next moment, I read Misha's thoughts. The name came up.
--Avos Dilhevia, the demon king of violence--
”... Who is it ...?”
”Funny?”
”This name is wrong.”
Misha shook her head from side to side.
”... This is the correct answer. No demon royal family can mistake the name of the devil ...”
”The name of the founder is so fearful that I shouldn't talk about it?”