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Interlude: Zolmnem, the Divine Demon, at the Academy

The strange-sounding words hit everyone in the earlobe.

Everyone looked at the voice at once.

There was one boy.

“This is a poem written by a swordsman who made his living by exterminating monsters.”

He sits on an unfamiliar shaped magic circle floating in the air and looks down at us with a thin smile.

Why had no one noticed it?

The figure appeared there so abruptly that one would think so.

The boy’s mouth spun words that made sense, not the strange language of earlier.

“Beware of visitors at dusk. A being in the form of a child might suddenly turn on you and put on the devil’s fire....... That’s what he meant. He was a cowardly man, but he had a point. It’s hard to tell the difference between people and non-humans at twilight. You wouldn’t have noticed it right away because of this evening haze, would you?　All these figures around here are my shikigami.”

Zolmnem quietly drew his own treasure sword.

He is a tough opponent. My intuition as a warrior tells me so.

The boy’s smile deepens as he perceived our wariness.

“I can tell when I see them up close. Unlike beasts, people are sensitive to the shape of a person’s face and gestures. A human shikigami will inevitably look strange. Sorcerers with an excellent sense of modeling can make them well, but I’m not very good at it.  ...... As a demon tribe, you may not be able to recognize human faces, right?”

The boy continues to talk somewhat happily.

“Ah, but that big one over there. The one you were fighting is the only real one. She’s strong, isn’t she?”

How should we set it up?

Swords or magic?

What are their weaknesses?

Information is important. Knowing your enemy can make every battle more advantageous.

Zolmnem knew how useful his own status appraisal would be when facing an opponent for the first time.

Zolmnem looks at the boy ... --------.

“Hmm ... I understand. It seems that it’s a solid person. It’s ... extraordinary.”

Muderev says and walks out to the boy.

Perhaps excited by such a formidable foe, whom he had faced for the first time in his life as a warrior, he had a look of delight on his face.

“As an opponent, I couldn’t ask for more. Let’s compare strength. ......”

His head flew.

The warrior’s stern head rolls onto the cobblestones with some blood splatter.

An expression of glee remains clinging to his face.

A little later, the huge, headless, reddish-bronze body slowly fell to the ground.

Suddenly, everyone freezes.

“Oh, he’s dead.”

In the midst of all this.

Only the boy mutters, seemingly out of it.

Before they knew it, he is holding a small knife and a charm in the shape of a human being.

However, the charm does not have a head.

Is that the piece of paper that just fluttered to the ground?

“The resistance to curses is too low. The head of a bandit I once met came at me with a bleeding neck even after taking a curse. ...... You really haven’t trained yourself well enough.”

The boy looks down at the corpse of the demon ogre with a gaze that seems to be directed with insignificance.

Muderev died easily.

The most famous warrior of the Ogre Tribe was unable to even raise his club. Before he even knew what had been done to him.

“Munya ...... dead ......”

I looked back at the feeling of total power and saw Pirithralia opening the evil eye on her forehead.

Its color has changed to the most eerie red I have ever seen, and it is glowing.

Perhaps this is the first time she is showing her full power, even to her friends.

But ---- no.

Zormnem utters involuntarily.

“Don’t ......”

“Heh.”

The boy only mutters amusedly.

His figure does not turn to stone, nor does he appear to suffer.

“Evil eye, huh? It looks like a trinocular tria. It seems more powerful than the evil eye of a human. Let’s play with it.”

A spellbinding hitogata floating in mid-air.

The scenery around it seemed to distort and ---- suddenly appeared a huge white snake,  that resembled a worm.

Both of its eyes were crushed. It clearly did not reflect the light.

Strange summoning techniques. Is that a contracted monster? But I have never heard of such a species before.

The white serpent turned its snout toward Pirithralia.

“...! ... ha ...!?”

The floating Pirithralia suddenly began to suffer.

Both of her eyes, which had always been slumbering, were open to the limit, and the third eye kept turning around to look in the wrong direction. Both hands are holding her breasts, and the only thing spilling out of her mouth is a muffled gasp.

Soon the gravitational magic of ---- levitation disappeared and Pirithralia fell to the ground.

The three-eyed tria spellcaster, lying there with her three eyes open, had already run out of air.

“How about a powerful evil eye that even stops the beating of your heart?”

The boy mutters with a faint smile.

Evil vision, I thought.

Impossible.

That serpent certainly has both eyes smashed in.

“Did you know?　Some snakes have a third eye. This one is called a white snake, a variation of an old pit viper. He can see infrared light near his nose. You see, infrared. It’s the light outside the red part of the rainbow that carries heat. It’s just a literal translation of an ancient Greek word.”

Zolmnem cannot understand what the boy is saying.

Is it natural history he is talking about? But he has never heard of a monster called white snake, nor of a country called Ancient Greece.

At that moment, the white serpent suddenly pulled its head out.

The next moment, a worm with a long body broke through the cobblestones and emerged from the ground. It was meade used by Ro Ni.

Having failed to devour the serpent’s head, meade flipped its jaws in the air and attacked the boy’s monster again.

However, as soon as the serpent turns on its snout, its body stiffens. It fell flat on its side to the ground and began to convulse.

But Meade had served his purpose.

Hidden by the worm’s huge body and the dust, Ro Ni was approaching, right up to the white serpent.

With innocent eyes, Ro Ni tells the swarthy monster of his favor.

“Come be my friend!”

Ro Ni had always been able to win the monster over with just a simple word of encouragement.

Even the most ferocious wild monsters, even those already tamed by others, would not be afraid of Ro Ni.

It was not a skill, but a natural gift that Ro Ni possessed, backed up by the [skill] of being a beastmaster.

But ---- no. It is no good.

Zolmnem mutters in a grave voice.

“Don’t do it. ......”

The white serpent turns its head toward Ro Ni, looking somewhat mystified.

And the next moment.

With it’s wide-open jaws, swallowed the beast boy in one gulp.

“What! ...”

Nearby, there was a sign that Gal Ganis was gasping for air.

The serpent swallowed Ro Ni and then began to glare down and kill the shadow wolves that emerged from the shadows. The pack of wolves, angered by the devouring of their master, also fell one by one to the invisible evil eye.

“Yeah, what did you want ......?”

The boy simply mutters in bewilderment.

”Oh, did he try to ...... tame it?　Ha, that’s absurd for a monster who changed because of a grudge against a human being.”

The boy says, as if he is laughing at him.

Ro Ni, a natural trainer-tamer, died without being able to do anything.

He could not even let his enemies know his own terrifying talent.

But how in the world does that boy have a monster that even ---- Ro Ni can’t tame?

Everything is unusual.

Everything.

We knew that from the beginning.

It was a mistake to challenge it.

If it is Muderev, the best warrior of the Ogre Tribe of Ogres.

If it is Pirithralia, the wielder of the deviant evil eye.

If it is Ro Ni, the gifted trainer-tamer.

It was a mistake to think, even for a second, that we might be able to win.

That monster.

“Zol-san, I’ll create a diversion. In the meantime, please .......”

“No, it’s useless”

Zolmnem says.

Only the last one remaining , Gal Ganis must be brought back alive.

“Run away. You run away.”

“No, come with me...!”

“You survive. Live to tell our ...... brethren.”

“Zol-sa..”

Gal Ganis cut off the words.

Perhaps he had noticed.

The trembling of his own sword.

From the beginning, Zolmnem could see.

Everything about the boy.

[Name] Seika Lamprog (▜▓▚█▂▒▀Haruyoshi Kuga) [Lv] MAX

[Race] Human / Demon (Demon King) [Job]▞▒◢▓┇▅Onmyouji)

[HP] 6527/6527

[MP] 843502364/843502705

[Strength] 391 [Endurance] 254 [Agility] 347 [Magic] 0

【skill】

Swordsmanship Lv3 Magic Lv MAX Withdrawal Magic Lv MAX Barrier Art Lv MAX Magic Strengthening Lv MAX Curse Resistance Lv MAX Spiritual Vision Lv MAX Dragon Pulse Vision Lv MAX　▞▒◢▓█▛onmyoji Lv MAX　◤▅▒▒█▛qigong Lv MAX　▟◤█▛easy trick Lv MAX　█▓▀▓█░█▛night astrology Lv MAX　▒◢█▚▓▗▌▟Six God Division Lv MAX　▙▚▗▄▓▒feng shui Lv MAX　┇┋◥◣▗▚▆▃Qimen Transformation Armor Lv MAX――――…………

No.

What could he really see with this?

Zolmnem has no idea.

How is it possible to use magic despite having zero [magic power]?

What consumed the huge number of digits of [MP] that are slightly decreasing?

What are the illegible [job titles] and myriad [skills]?

Zolmnem also knew that there were still numbers that could not be seen at his current skill level.

But --- is this really that kind of thing?

It’s too abnormal. I have never seen such a “status”.

But one thing is ...... clear.

[Race] Human / Demon (Demon King)

“That’s the ...... Demon King.”

“What are you ...... saying ......”

“I know. You guys came here to defeat the hero.”

The boy tells him with a faint smile.

“But alas. I can’t kill Amiyu.”

It was a predictable possibility.

Since he was here, wearing a school uniform and trying to defeat us, we can’t think of anything else.

But see ----.

”Because this is what I protect.”

The pronouncement was so desperate.

In a voice that almost snatches away, Zolmnem desperately delivers his last words to Gal Ganis.

“Listen, the Demon King was born ... in the worst possible way ...”

“What are you talking about, Zol-san! Please calm down!”

“ listen! Run away now, you’re good at transfer magic, you might be able to escape... whatever you do, escape and bring this fact back to the demon territory.”

“Facts ...”

“Listen, Ganis ... that boy is the Demon King.”

Zolmnem continues to say.

For all demons, it was unacceptable ... a desperate fact.

“―――― The worst Demon King is on the side of humans ...”

“You guys... do you feel like it’s over already?”

The boy murmured so boringly.

Looking down at his cold black eyes, Zolmnem holds his sword hard with his quivering hands.

“Go. I’ll make time.”

“... No. Zol-san, you ...”

“We can’t escape. Don’t waste my ... everyone’s resolution.”

“...”

“Then --- I wonder if it’s time for you to die.”

Before I knew it ... a single spell was floating right away.

It was easy for them to imagine that it would create lethal magic.

Zolmnem screams at the end.

“Go fast, Ganis !!”

At the same time as screaming, Zolmunem turns the tip of the treasure sword toward the boy, he releases magic.

It is the jutsu of light attribute magic that emits high heat light bundled in layers.

Zolmnem was so familiar with the magic of light attribute that it could be activated completely without chanting.

At the tip of the treasure sword, a dazzling white light, which is the origin of magic, shined.

 That moment.

His entire field of vision was covered in a scorching scarlet, and Zolmnem’s consciousness disappeared.

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