Shinka no Mi

"Phew..."

I was on my way to the arena again after safely delivering Leon to the infirmary.

I didn't have a doctor in the infirmary... I wasn't there before, but you are, aren't you? I've never seen it before.

Anyway... what kind of situation does magic care about me? What do you want from me?

In the first place, what caused this situation?

I'll show my status once.

Then there was no particular change in columns, skills, etc. such as aggression, but I found something strange in the title.

"He who can obey the devil"... meaning as it is.

I'm kidding!

I don't know what that means. Whoa! That beak description is as cluttered as ever! But this is all I know.

This title is what caused the situation!

"Ha... forget it. Let's go back."

Holding back my feelings of no place to go, I headed to the arena with Tobotobo.

... Ah, with that said, in this situation, you kept getting your status up because of your skills' joy and sorrow '... haha.

"I don't like it anymore!

◆ ◇ ◆

When Makichi was taking Leon to the infirmary, everyone, including the audience and others, finally returned to sanity.

"Hey, what was that? That was..."

"I'm not sure what it is, but you had a class S teacher on the one hand..."

"Who is he...?

"In the first place, why are you in charge of class F...?

Everyone is leaning their necks towards Makoto's existence.

In the meantime, the host Lily, who returned to sanity, continues the progression.

"Ha!? To a hell of a thing, my consciousness was flying!

"It didn't make much sense."

'Right.... Well there was a lot going on, but now we've decided to win or lose! Men's S-Class vs. F-Class and the winner is F-Class!

With Lily like that, there was little applause from the audience.

The reason for this is that the humans I've seen downstairs have defeated the school's strongest class and I didn't want to admit it.

Lily, who quickly perceived the venue's atmosphere, wanted to abandon making the game progression by the next S- and F-class women, but that's not how it works, so Lily continued.

'Well...... followed by the S-Class girls vs. the F-Class girls! Come on, what game will it be unfolding!?'

"Probably an overwhelming F-class victory"

'You want me to read the air!

It was when the two MCs were having some kind of comic genius interaction.

Suddenly, at the center of the arena, a black vortex broke out.

Seeing that vortex, as many leaned their necks, they noticed the evil presence coming out of Burnabas' miso vortex and jumped out of the audience to the center of the arena.

But...

"Gu!? Ko, this is...!

On Barnabas' body, the circle of light wraps around him in many ways, unable to move and restrained, rolling into the arena.

Barnabas, the dean of the school, moves suddenly, and the venue flashes at the fact that the movement has been sealed.

Then a man in white appeared out of the vortex and a courtier dressed in a black and white Gothic dress.

The atmosphere surrounding the man, wearing glasses and a soft grin on his righteous face, was disastrous.

Though the young lady also covered the left half of her face with a white mask, its beauty had not been compromised and she was smiling elegantly, but she still showed signs as disastrous as a man.

The man in white opens his mouth to a dazzling audience as he steps forward.

"Gentlemen, I am Demiolos of the Demonic Order. I'm sorry for the sudden, but I want you to die."

A man in white - - I heard what Demiolos said, and we all didn't get the translation.

Seeing how that goes, Demiolos deepens his grin even more.

"Hmm... apparently you don't understand. So, how about this?

As Demiolos rang his fingers, the ring of light that was restraining Barnabas tightened Barnabas with a twitchy intensity.

"but ahhhhhhhhh!

After the scream caused by that pain, everyone finally understood the situation - and fell into a state of confusion.

"but school director!?"

"Hey, what the fuck!?"

"You want me to die... Are you kidding me?!?"

"What the devil's denomination...!

Demiolos and the lady laughed deeper as she screamed all over the guest seat.

"This scream is also another offering to the demon god... fine"

"Anglaire. Not yet. From now on, true fear."

Demiolos is a lady - - Speaking to Anglaire, he approached the suffering Barnabas and kicked it up.

"Huh!?"

"Ha-ha-ha! That's unusual, isn't it?" Demon Saint ". If you can enclose magic, you're powerless."

"The Light Attribute's Finest Magic" Sealed Demon's Light "or...!

"Shall I praise only knowledge as a boulder? I know there's nothing you can do when you find out."

Numerous students were beginning to move to escape into the gap where Barnabas and Demiolos were having such conversations.

Seeing it, Demiolos says it off with an abusive grin.

"Whoa, you shouldn't think you can get away from this place, etc. At the entrance and exit, I was allowed to set up a certain magic. You shouldn't expect external support either. Don't... you're going to die."

In Demiolos' words, the entire arena was engulfed in silence.

"Nevertheless, it is that you were prepared. This is how you let this arena set up metastatic magic that only activates in the presence of a living person. You're right, it's easy to get hostages."

With that said, Demiolos grabbed Dr. Cliff's neck on the verge of death.

Demiolos realizes that now Dr. Cliff is dying, and re-slips his glasses in cold sweat.

"... well, for some reason I'm already dying"

No way, Demiolos could have guessed that the person was dying before he used it as a hostage.

He maintains his expression so that he doesn't find out around him, but his heart was in a hurry.

"As it were, okay. Either way, I'm in charge of your fate. You are one of the hostages of Satanic Sage."

When he regains his mind, Demiolos looks over the whole thing.

"But we're not just here to kill. I'm here to play a game."

"Game...... then...?

Barnabas squeals so, in pain.

"Yes, it's a game. From now on, you will fight me one by one. [M] Would it be easy? If you win, you're free. Well, if you lose... you'll just die."

No one can speak.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind breaking the rules and having them attacked at the same time. If you are confident that you can spot the magic scattered around you and avoid it..."

Even Barnabas didn't realize the magic Demiolos was setting up, and now that he's caught, nobody had enough strength to do it.

"Yeah, a good listening person is really preferable. Well, anyway, you're not getting out until you take me down."

"Hey, Demiolos? I didn't hear that. Besides, what am I supposed to do?

"Hmm? Oh, Anglaire. Don't worry, you have an important role to play."

"An important role?

It was the moment when Anglaire asked in surprise.

From Anglaire's feet emerged the magic that was holding Barnabas, holding Anglaire for a moment.

"Gu!? What are you doing?!?"

"Don't you see? How much despair does it create to push people down to the bottom who think they're in a safe place?

"You...... no way......!

"It was certainly my fault that I didn't get my hands on this school. But I don't need the hassle of working together to gather despair... and... Besides, you're called The Murder Princess, but I know that, don't I? You have to be instigating other apostles and killing people without tarnishing your own hands. You're more of a coward than I am. Whatever it is, you are not corrupt yourself while you wish to revive the demon god. That's why after I let this venue sprinkle its magic, it's no longer used."

"Huh... even if that's true... well, if you kill me, that magic will go away too? Is that okay?

"Kukukuku...... sure, even though it was making me look like I was using magic, raw hate I don't like magic. The magic I've planted on the main points and about this" Sealed Demon Light "is my limit. I'm particularly bad at attack magic. But... if you know what this is, the rest is easy."

"Become!?"

Demiolos took out one black ring to make it look like Anglaire.

"It's a 'slave collar'. Now, what happens if we put this on...... you know what I mean?

"Ya stop...!

Anglaire desperately put it on Anglaire's neck without any hesitation, after Demiolos saw it down with his contemptuous eyes.

And release Anglaire's light restraint.

"Well, now you are my slave. We can no longer defy them."

"You......!

The moment Anglaire, who was furious, tried to fly to Demiolos, the effect of the 'Slave Collar' determined that he had attempted to attack his husband, Demiolos, and severe pain struck Anglaire's body.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

"You have no human rights. Being used and killed by adults."

I couldn't stand the pain and after squatting on the spot, I stared hard at Demiolos.

"Ha... ha... it's the same messenger... do this to me... the demon god will not just...!

"You seem to be making some mistakes. You're not an apostle."

"... Huh?

Anglaire did not understand the meaning of Demiolos' words.

"An apostle is a part of the power of a demon god, and he can exercise it. And the crest appears as a testament. Like this."

Demiolos, when he showed his chest, there was an evil demon painted inside a disastrous shield.

――――

"Well, where's your crest?

Anglaire didn't know about the crest.

"It would have been really funny from other apostles. Though you are not an apostle, only its magical powers and brains were worthy of use. That's why I followed your word and continued to muster despair and malice. But behind it, how proud you are of being an apostle... kukukukuku... ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!

Demiolos laughed loudly.

And Anglaire...

"Yes! Yes! I want that look, that emotion!

Grabbing Anglaire's hair and pulling her closer, she reached for the mask covering her left side.

"Huh! Ya, stop -"

"You don't need this either."

When I got rid of the mask, there was - a burnt skin out of sight.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahaha! Ugly! It's ugly, Anglaire! Ugliest!

"Ugh..."

"I know, I know why you joined the Demon Church. You used to be a nobleman who ruled a certain area. And there was also a fiancée. Looks like you had a really clean and right relationship with that fiancée. Your life was gorgeous, admired by your family and your people - not until your territory burned out."

"Huh!"

"Burning territory, fleeing inhabitants! You ran away from the fire and suffered a great wound to your face. Oh, the face of the prenup woman, she ruined it. Your fall after that was really interesting. I was avoided by my family and my fiancée, who I believed, broke my engagement... you were in a fire and lost everything. No... that was a tragic incident."

"..................................................................................................."

"Don't you see? The culprit of that fire... is me. It was delightful...... oh, it was so delightful! The pleasure of knocking those who were happy down to the bottom! Face distorted by pain and despair! Ahahahahahahahaha! Not only does it lead to the resurrection of the demon god, but it also contributes to my own spiritual stability!

"Also, no more... stop..."

"Do you regret it? Are you sad or angry? Either way, strong negative emotions become a offering to the demon god... now evoke more negative emotions!

To be intoxicated. That said, Demiolos slammed Anglaire to the ground and stepped on it with his feet from above.

"Would the ground look good on an ugly face? That's how you rub your face.

"You......! You're not one of us...!

With sweat seeping through his forehead, Barnabas turned his face toward Barnabas, as if he was not interested, although the restraint was not loose at all.

"No?

"Huh!?"

Barnabas feared in his eyes, which had not dwelt on any emotions to the point of stifling.

That was the same thing with the people around us.

Demiolos' words were shocking and no one could move.

"That guy... something kowaii..."

"Dear Salia, it's okay! I will protect you!

Rarely, it was the same for the Saliah, and the atmosphere and behavior emitted by Demiolos was alarming for the instinctive parts of the Saliah.

But...

"Temee... I just came out of nowhere and said something I don't understand... hey! Explain it so my head can see it!

"Hmm?"

"Ah Agnos!?"

From the F Class refrained seat, from anger beyond fear, Agnos finally walked slowly toward Demiolos, who couldn't stand it.

"Line up all the little hard words... if you have something to say, say it clearly!

"Right. Then die."

"That's too clear, you idiot. Ha!

Agnos' attitude, once blown out, was no longer the usual.

"Mr. Agnos! No, come back!

"No, Mr. Beatrice. He made a fool out of me! Absolutely beat him!"

"No, it must have been stupid before"

"Hey!?"

"Mr. Brood!?"

Oh, my God, Brood walked towards Demiolos, just like Agnos.

"I wasn't interested in what you guys were like at first. But… it is unpleasant to look at acts that humiliate and insult those who were among them, even if they were evil beings for the same purpose"

"Ho? So, what the hell are we gonna do?

"Mm-hmm. You've decided, haven't you? You're gonna bust it...!

That said, Agnos ran out as he shook a nail bat.

"If it's a melee, it's this way!

The moment Agnos tried to swing the nail bat full to Demiolos - -.

"Shallow."

Demiolos' appearance scratched out.

"Heh!?"

"Hate, I'm good at melee."

"Gaha!?"

"Agnos!"

A sharp blow struck Agnos' torso.

As it is, Agnos is blown away greatly.

"YET, dude!? You're so strong!? I was just as fast as my brother!?"

……

Agnos is amazed as he muddles the blood flowing from the edge of his mouth.

The Sarias were also surprised, and the fact was that Demiolos' movements could not be captured by even the Sarias.

"Do you understand? This is the Apostle... the power of the Demon God. Anyway, that's how you came forward, too. You'd be ready, wouldn't you?

"Huh!?"

In a way that follows instincts, even though Brood would be in a position to protect his body with a long sword, Demiolos fisted to grind that long sword and blew Brood up as big as Agnos did as he did.

"Gah!?"

"Is that the extent? I said I was being modest... but I'm so sorry... okay. I want you to be the first victims."

That said, Demiolos approached Agnos in an instant, grabbing and lifting his neck with one hand.

"Up!? Gu!

"Suffocate like this or break your neck bone...... Now, which death will welcome you?

"Let them both...!

"Hmm?"

As Demiolos tried to kill Agnos, Altria flew out soberly and attacked him.

For this reason, Demiolos takes a distance when he throws away Agnos.

"I'm sorry... my body didn't move because of fear. But I'm fine now. I'll fight you too."

"I'll help you, too."

Then Baird also came out alongside Altria.

And, as always, he conveys the word with something like a sketchbook.

'Apparently, he's the one I'm dealing with. Including the woman there...... na'

"The person who caused it?

Altria unwittingly leans her neck and listens back, but the following words were not written in Baird's sketchbook:

"Hmm... two more at once? But as far as I'm concerned, where adventurers and students have grown, nothing has changed."

"Ugh!

Altria masterfully manipulates the axe and attacks Demiolos.

In the form of joining it, Baird also waved a fist that fitted Meriken.

"It's really depressing. If you play games, you don't want to fight... but you want to die?

"There's no way... orah!

When Altria waved the axe loudly, she gently avoided it and Demiolos aimed for Baird, not Altria.

"Shit......!

"Huh!"

"Adventurer, watch there. No one can protect you with your strength."

As such, a fist of shuddering power entered the belly of Baird, and the Baird was launched as high as the sky.

"Beardo!"

"Do you have time to worry about other people?

"Damn!?"

Aggressively, Altria took a defensive stance and a strong impact struck the axe.

Although not crushed like Brood's long sword, the impact reached Altria and Altria was heavily blown away.

And then finally Baird came down from the sky and hit his body hard on the ground as it was.

"Hmm... Earlier you said that you and I had a cause. But I don't recognize that bear's face... no, how about underneath?

!?

His breath also slowly approached the incessant Baird, and Demiolos reached for the bear's cover.

And...

"!... kukukukuku............ ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! This is a masterpiece! It's great, it's great!

……

"Anglaire! Good for you! Same as you...... no, there are more victims than that!

The face that was under the cover of Baird's bear...... it came out with a painful face, with all the burnt marks on its face and no hair growing.

"I didn't expect to see another human being distorted in life by my hands today! It's great! It's so ugly! This is how the chance to get revenge that I stumbled upon ends in vain... unbelievable! This is the difference between the chosen person and the others. Right, cry. Summon. Scream! No, you can't even break your throat and speak up, can you? This is rude. But I'm glad. Because you won't be able to make weak noises!

……

"Please don't!

"Hmm?"

Beatrice jumped out into the arena and called out.

"No more...... stop hurting students and teachers!

"I don't like it?

"What am I mistaken for? You have no right or power to express your opinions. Join my game, die miserably and in despair.... Yes, just fine. I'll give you that desperate way to die. [M] What, it's not hard. Just chop it off your fingertips or reverse everything in your joints. Wouldn't that be easy? I don't like attack magic, but I'm good at healing magic. Every time I'm dying, I'll make you recover as much as I want."

"Huh!"

Beatrice shrugged herself to the malice directed against her by Demiolos.

"Beatrice's.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Keep quiet, loser."

"Up!?"

Demiolos kicks up his face as he approaches Agnos in an instant.

And when I turned my gaze to Beatrice again, I slowly proceeded to walk.

"Ah..."

Beatrice loses her hips and sits on the spot.

"Come on, show me your desperate face"

"Ya, stop -"

The hand of despair slowly reaches out to Beatrice...

"What is this situation!?"

Makichi, who came back from the infirmary, stood with his eyes black and white.

- - At this moment, the spearhead of despair, has changed.