The Misfit of Demon King Academy

Chapter 2: Very weak descendants

Chapter 2: Very weak descendant

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Several days later.

In front of my eyes is the nostalgic view of my castles front gate.

My castle was made from a 3d solid magic formation so even after 2000 years it's still in good shape. Though in some odd places it is showing it's age compared to when I was last alive.

The only thing that's really changed is that its name has been changed to demon king academy.

Looking around my surroundings I can see people entering the gate one after another.

Are these people taking the entrance exam?

"Arnos-chan, stay strong."

Although I said it wasn't necessary my parents found out about the exam and came with me to school.

"You, that, he, he, hehe, retain a calm mind!"

My father is muttering nonsensical things.

"No, can you calm down father."

"A, ou, you seem to be okay."

"Un un. Our Arnos-chan is so strong after only a month. He will definitely pass!"

Naturally, no other mazoku have turned up with their parents.

I'm slightly ashamed by the surrounding gazes.

"I'm off then."

I turn and head off towards the row of mazoku queued up in front of the front gate.

"Good luck, do your best Arnos! Good luck, do your best Arnos!"

Hmmm. My father is embarrassing..........

Is this what human parents are like? I must admit it doesn't feel bad at all, just a bit embarrassing.

"Hurray, hurray Misha! Fighto, fighto Misha!"

Another embarrassing cheer that wasn't from my father could be heard from behind.

A quick glance showed me a bearded, stern-faced man raising his fists in the air and yelling.

The blood of the mazoku is mixed but seems quite weak in him. About the same as my dad maybe? That means he could be a human being as well.

Trudging away from the embarrassing man is an expressionless girl. She's very pretty with blue eyes, a straight nose and an innocent facial expression. Long platinum blonde hair with fluffy ringlets cascades from her head.

She's wearing robes coloured in black and white. The embroidery and design seem to be of mazoku origin. If that's the case perhaps my parents are mazoku and not human as well. Well, my mother might be mazoku anyway.

"Good luck, do your best Arnos! Good luck, do your best Arnos!"

Just as I enter the main gate I can hear my father again.

That girl turns to look at my father and follows his gaze to me.

"Ah...."

Our eye's just met.

"Were both troubled it seems."

When I speak she lets out a shy little laugh.

"........Nn..........."

The girl let out a short agreement.

Is she a poor talker? Taciturn perhaps? Doesn't seem like she'll say anything more.