I've Became Able to Do Anything with My Growth Cheat, but I Can't Seem to Get out of Being

Brand of non-conforming person

A few days later...

I dressed myself in the uniform the owl had delivered and turned to Delzogate Demon King's College.

Today is the first day of school. Many students are creeping through the front gate and making their way to the school. Look, there were two types of uniforms they were wrapped around.

I'm wearing a white uniform, but other than that, some people are wearing black uniforms.

Something like half the time. It doesn't look like it's been done in the school year.

Then there are several brands pressed on the school badge.

My school stamp is a cross. Other things include triangles, squares, pentagrams, and six-mangrams.

But as far as I can tell, no one has been branded a cross but me.

But what? Don't feel strange gazing.

I think most of the people who noticed me looked at this one with interest.

This didn't happen during the entrance exam, but, well, I can't help thinking about it in depth. If there's anything you can do, you'll find out soon enough.

Upon entering the school, a large bulletin board was put out there. Freshman classes are listed.

Anos Voldigord's name was in two sets of columns. The classroom is the second coaching ground.

I went up the stairs and headed to the classroom in the castle.

Open the door and enter the second coaching ground. Desks and chairs are lined up in shifts. The students inside looked at me at the same time.

Hmm. Again, don't feel like you're getting attention.

But, well, we're going to spend time together in the same class.

I'm not used to much of this, but I also hear that the first greeting is the key.

Here's one, let's just try to impress a casual man.

With a full smile and every possible refreshing voice, I said.

"Good morning, everyone! I'll take control of this class! Anyone who defies you is a killer!

Hmm. This is the place.

I don't have a heart, or I feel like air like a dong pull is coming through, but wasn't your voice refreshing enough?

Did what I did make you a little nervous on your first day at school?

The phase remained the same, and there was a magnificent gaze that was mixed up there and in the gaze I was looking at this one, not afraid of things. It was Misha, a platinum blonde girl in a white uniform.

I walk to her seat.

"Hey."

Greeting, Misha turned an inorganic eye.

"... good morning..."

"Neighbor, okay?

"... mmm..."

Pull the chair and sit next to Misha. Finally, I thought I'd ask.

"How was the joke now?

Misha shrugged her little neck.

"... a joke?

"Kill every man who defies you."

There's no way I'm serious about that. In the age of mythology, this is what was so awkward about. "Please joke…" was often spoken of by the people in charge.

"... I think it will be misunderstood..."

Ku. Again, right? This is the difference between times.

During the entrance exam, the joke must have decided on his mind to weigh himself, but he ran with his mouth.

"Should we get familiar with the class a little bit later?

"... mmm..."

But don't feel your gaze yet.

"I feel like they've been watching me for a long time, you know what?

"... rumored..."

"Me? What?"

"... not angry...?

"You look like this, and you've never been angry."

"... its branding..."

Misha points to my school badge.

It represents the results of magic tests and aptitude tests.

"Oh, you know what? How does that work?

"The more polygons and vertices of the Mang star, the better"

Are you saying that the results of the addition of magic measurements and fitness tests are better for the Pentagon than for the square and the square than for the triangle?

"My school stamp isn't even Mang Sing, though it's a cross?

It's not a triangle or a square.

"... my first brand at Demon King's College..."

"What does that mean?

"Non-conformers…"

Misha says in a pale tone.

"Demon King College is a college that nurtures the next generation of demon emperors. Only the Demon Kings are allowed to enroll."

I was free until school day, so I checked it out, but I'm the only one who writes about Demon King, and other than that, he distinguishes between words in a way called Demon King. Again, the Demon Kings are demons who draw the blood of their original ancestors.

"No one has ever been judged by the Demon Kings to be unfit for the Demon Kings. Anos is the first non-conformer"

Once the words were cut off, she said again.

"So it became a rumor"

Hmm. I don't know how you judge the suitability of the Demon King, but all I can say is that the test method is wrong, at least to brand the true ancestors of the non-conformities.

I just thought if I walked him into college, he'd find me on his own from the other side, but apparently the demons of this era have degenerated more than I thought.

"The magic test was too big for me to measure, but the aptitude test is supposed to be full."

"... confident...?

"Oh."

Say the name of your first ancestor, but answer the question about me.

In case, you can't go wrong.

No, wait, wait, wait.

"Hey, Misha. Can you say the name of your original ancestor?

Misha remained faceless, blinking her eyes.

"... the name of the original ancestors should not be called for in fear..."

"What's my name?

"... anos..."

"What's your full name?

"Anos Voldigord"

I see.

"You got a minute?

I put my hand on Misha's head.

She doesn't particularly dislike it, she looks at it strangely.

"What's going on?

"Think of the name of your ancestors"

"... mmm..."

At the next moment, read Misha's thoughts.

The name came to mind.

- Avos Dilhevia, Demon King of Atrocities -

"... who is it...?

"Weird?"

"This name is a mistake"

Misha shook her head left and right.

"... this is the right answer. There is no Demon Kings to misname the Demon King..."

"You should have spoken the names of your ancestors because you were afraid, right?

Misha nods.

"I see."

I mean, it is. Thanks to the fact that everyone, fearful and unspoken, has now completely forgotten the name of their original ancestors for two thousand years, and that the wrong name has been told to them?

What an idiot story.

On second thought, Riorg said the origin magic was life-threatening. It would also be life-threatening, because it originates in me and even my name is wrong.

However, with the name at this rate, answer the feelings of the ancestors of the aptitude test, because I just think that the correct answer itself was wrong.

It probably doesn't tell me that I fell asleep and let go of the Jail Flame Cannon (Geo Glades), or that none of the Demons were dead.

"How do we know if the Demon King is fit?

"The more suited the Demon clan is the closer to the thoughts and emotions of the Ravaged Demon King"

I see.

"By the way, what kind of a brutal demon king do they think he is?

"A perfect being, combined with ruthlessness and fraternity. I always thought only of the devil tribe, and fought without omitting myself. There was no greed, a noble heart, and its abusive behaviour came from a noble heart beyond measure by the rest"

Who, that perfect superman?

There's no way there's such a guy, you idiot.

It's always okay to serve as a legend or a legend, but what do you do with it in mind that it's true?

With this body, you can't help but be branded a nonconformist.

Anyway, it was decided that I didn't even know the name of the Demon King.

"By the way, I know what the brand means, but how come there are two types of uniforms?

Half the students in black and white uniforms are in this classroom as well.

"Black clothes are special students. Pureblooded Demon Kings"

"So, like Riorg?

Misha nods.

"Preferred students are exempt from entrance exams"

"So why was he taking the exam?

"Anyone who wants to take it can take it"

I see. Daimyo, I guess people who want to boast of their power will take the entrance exam.

There were only grubby fish. If you're a true strong man, you don't have to boast of your strength.

And, at that time, the bell rang in the distance.

"Gentlemen, please take your seats."

Face up. It was a woman wearing a black coat who came into the classroom.

She magically writes letters on the blackboard.

- Emilia Ludwell -

"I will serve as two groups, Emilia. Thank you for a year."

Hmm. Just a faculty member, so-so magic.

At least, in Riorg and elsewhere, you won't stand as if you had teeth.

"It's quick, but we'll start with a squad split. If you want to be a squad leader, run for it. provided that you can use the magic you are about to teach."

Suddenly the class starts, Emilia draws a magic formation on the blackboard.

Is that the magic of the Demon King's Army (Guys)?

"I know I've never seen this before, but this is a magic called < Demon King Army (Guys) >. Simply put, it is something that gives special power to the armies under its command, with the sorcerer as king. Practice will take place in class. Today we draw a magic formation and only determine if we can exercise magic. Those who have been able to exercise magic are qualified as squad leaders."

Speaking from the magical properties of < Demon King Army (Guys) >, I guess we can tell whether or not people who have become squad leaders here are qualified to go for the Demon Emperor.

"Now raise your hand if you want to run for office"

I raised my hand without hesitation.

All those incompetents who don't know I'm the Demon King, but, well, I don't blame them. Anyway, they're my descendants. Half the blame is like me.

Even if we don't know right away, the point is, we just have to prove it with strength.

However, the reaction of the classmates is not fragrant.

I'm looking at you like a little.

Oh, boy. Just because you're a nonconformist, is this reaction as good as running for it.

"I can't run for white clothes"

Misha told me in a whisper.

Sure, you're all in black except me raising your hand.

I mean, does it have to be pure blood? It's a stupid story.

"Was it you, Anos? Unfortunately, you don't qualify."

"Why?

"Because you're a mixed race."

"Just because it's mixed doesn't make it any worse than pure blood."

With that said, Emilia said as muddled.

"Is that royal criticism?

Oh, boy. You always remember this guy, too, you idiot.

"You're not saying crap, you're trying to prove that pure blood is better than mixed blood. If you can't, I'll make you run for it."

Ugh, and Emilia sighs.

"That's the exact opposite. Proof was made by our demon king's original ancestors. If the hybrids are superior, then prove you're better than the royal family."

"Hmm. So if you can do that, you don't mind running?

"Hopefully, we're talking about"

I laugh.

"That word, let me."

"Oh, no... when... the magic exercise...?

It was common sense in the age of mythology to make promises with the magic of < contract (zect) >, but teachers are disqualified from realizing this.

Anyway, I get up and walk to the blackboard.

"Was it the royal family that developed this

"Yes."

"Found a surgical flaw"

"No way. It's impossible. The magic ceremony of < Demon King Army (Guys) > has been preached in this form for two thousand years. No one's ever found a flaw or anything."

"I found it just 2,000 years ago. I couldn't fix it while I was reincarnating."

I rewrote three parts of the magic formations depicted on the blackboard.

"This is the perfect shape. If you say you're a faculty member, you'll see.

Emilia stares at the magic formation with such expressions as incredible.

"Oh no... I just rewrote three places, and this makes my magic efficiency 10% better... and my magic effect 1.5x...? This..."

The twirl leaks from all over the classroom.

"... who is he...?

"I can't believe I pointed out a flaw in the magic formation I've never seen before and rewrote it... I've never even heard of it... Mostly, students haven't even touched the foundations of magic research..."

"Plus, with 10% more magic efficiency, the magic effect is 1.5 times more..."

"It's a big discovery of the century, this..."

Hmm. What a low level story to be surprised about all this.

Besides...

It's a shame.

Emilia turns me around.

"Magic works twice as well. This magic gate interfering with three magic characters, rhymes that work twice to the root."

"Ah..."

Finally realizing, Emilia shyly dwarfed herself.

"Whatever, you can have me as your teacher instead."

"... Ri..."

"Hmm?"