Rimuru and Iruma's Adventures in the Netherworld

Duet of Tyrants

**Some Time Later**

Iruma POV

Heading back into the Royal One, I hop up onto my throne to face most of my class, who've been wandering around trying to figure out what the hell is happening today.

"Well, the school's descended into total anarchy, and that boy with his pet lizard doing all this doesn't seem to like my influence. I have to wonder, what's the Student Council doing in all this?" I ask.

Lead explains for me. "Our new tyrants made bets on which of the strongest battlers would win in a fight, and are making them fight each other. But really, it's just the Student Council President punching people and then apologizing."

"So Rimuru wasn't with the Student Council?"

"With how she was when we last saw her, they'd have to stuff the entire Execution Cannonball Battler, Combat Battler, and Body Improvement Battler all into the infirmary..."

"Haha! Yeah, she would..."

The chaotic creatures that they are, Rimuru and Clara aren't present, having likely been drawn into the anarchy like it's some kind of festival.

Some students love the freedom, others are just being dragged along, all scurrying beneath the watchful and threatening gaze of 'Big Noodle' as some students have been nicknaming the hydra.

"Where's Professor Balam? He's the only rank-8 teacher besides Kalego, right?" I ask.

"He seems to be pampering 'Big Noodle' right now," Azz answers, seeming uncertain about the name.

"They're forcing him to take care of their pet?"

"Heh... 'forcing'..."

"What about the Chairdemon? Couldn't he help?" Elizabetta asks.

"He could, but I doubt he's that worried," I answer.

I mean, over dinner the other day Grandpa seemed keen to see what the 'Chaos Creator' had in store. This is what Rimuru meant, right?

"I know I'm pointing out the obvious, but why not just do as Kalego said and unsummon him?" Allocer suggests.

I grin. "Oh, I wasn't looking for an easy solution to this situation. I was just making sure there wouldn't be anyone interrupting us."

"Master Iruma?" Azz asks curiously.

"I've got this throne, yet some other kids think that they run the school now. Compared to bending the teachers of Babyls to our will, knocking some students off their high horse should be easy. It's our job to do it; not the teachers', not the Student Council's, and not Grandpa's. We'll restore order to the school."

Jazz raises his hand. "I just wanna point out, their 'high horse' is a giant hydra that shoots lasers..."

"We'll deal with it somehow! Who's with me?"

" " "Yeah!" " "

...

Just as quickly though, that enthusiasm is stumped, when we're back outside and seeing a monumental act of vandalism that has us all slack-jawed: The whole area outside the Royal One has been transformed into a lake of lava.

Sitting on a large rock in the middle of it all is the hooded boy I now know to be a member of Our Battler, though I don't know his name.

"Hahaha! You should see your faces!" the boy laughs.

"Fiend!" Sabnock yells angrily. "You've defiled the grounds of the Demon King's classroom!"

"Destruction and ruin is what I do! Friends call me Zom, but I'm the Chaos Creeper to you! One of Our Battler's Four Heavenly Kings, my bloodline ability is to conjure explosions and lava!"