Do I go to that room next?
Misha nodded with a persistent nod.
When she entered the room where the aptitude test was taking place, the owl on top of the stone statue opened its mouth.
''Please enter the center of the magic circle and take the aptitude test.
There were several magic circles drawn on the floor, and the students who had already taken the aptitude test were standing in the center of them.
''......Then....''
Oh. I'll see you later.
Misha walked to the center of an empty magic circle.
I also found a suitable magic circle and stood in the center of it.
Then a voice echoed in my head.
''In the aptitude test, we will measure your thinking aptitude based on the Demon King of Tyranny. It also provides a brief confirmation of your knowledge of the Demon King of Tyranny. Since it reads your thoughts, no cheating is possible.''
Hmm. ＜Is this an application of thought communication (leaks)?
It's an inexperienced user's story that you can't lie in reading your thoughts, and it's not that difficult to cheat.
However, there is no particular reason to cheat.
''Then, first of all, it is said that the founder of the Demon King is afraid to even call his name, please tell us his real name.''
No need to hesitate. Anos Voldigord.
It's Mythic Age. In the time of mythology, the Founders used the Gio-Glaze magic to eradicate Dirheid. This turned the entire Dirheid into scorched earth and killed many demons. Answer me why you did such an outrageous act, what was the founder's feeling at this time?
Hmm. That's an old story.
Why I burned Dillheid with the was because I was sleepwalking.
At that time, he was in the middle of a long battle with the heroic canon.
Whenever I slept or woke up, all I could think about was him, so I was always ready to fight so that I wouldn't lose my mind.
It's a good idea to have a good time with your friends.
But this question is subtly wrong. It's true that Dillhade was turned into scorched earth, but not a single demon race died.
Even though he was sleepwalking, he controlled his magic on the spur of the moment and successfully burned the country with an exquisite amount of force so as not to kill anyone.
If you can't do that much, you can't be called a demon king.
It's the founder's creed: "Kill all who oppose you. Tell us why this was the right thing to do as a Demon King.
It's a trick question. I never said anything about killing anyone who crossed me. If I don't have to kill, I don't kill. That's what I do. It's just that, in that time, you saved more by killing. That's all there is to it.
"Well, as far as the question that follows--
And so on, the aptitude tests continue.
However, it was all questions about me. Naturally, there was no reason why I couldn't answer them, and I answered them smoothly and without hesitation.
Thirty minutes later...
The proper examination is over and I leave the room.
I lightly overhear the owl who was explaining something about admissions on the way out, and walk through the large mirror room.
Then I see Misha standing outside.
It's not that I'm doing anything, I'm just staring blankly into the void.
'What are you doing?'
When I called out to her, Misha turned her face to me.
She is still expressionless as always.
''.....I've been waiting for you....''
Me?
Curtly Misha nodded.
'I said later.'
I told you.
'Sorry. I guess the aptitude test was the end of the day, huh?
...hmmm....
However, it would be awkward to just let him go home and say, "Well, I'll see you later," even though he had taken the trouble to wait for me. I'm not going to do something that I don't have the guts to do.
Then why don't you go and have some fun with him to celebrate his acceptance?
Misha nodded her head just a little bit, with no expression on her face.
'With me?'
Oh.
Are you sure?
I'm the one who asked you out.
Whatever she was thinking about, Misha remained downcast and silent.
'If you need to do something, that's fine.
"...go...
Okay. Well, why don't you just come on over to my house? Maybe your mother will be waiting for you to make a feast.
Misha nodded his head.
'Good. Hang on.
I held out my hand and Misha placed it there quickly.
'Like this?'
I'm going to leave you behind.
We can use it to fly.
It's quite easy to use, but if you want to move, there's a more suitable magic for you.
Just try to grab more.
Okay.
Misha honestly squeezed my hand.
A magic circle emerged on the ground and the landscape in front of me turned white.
In the next moment, I saw the signboard of the blacksmith and appraiser 'Wind of the Sun' in front of me.
It was a wooden structure, with the second floor being a residence.
'We're here. It's my house.
That's what she says, but Misha remains staring at the sign in front of her.
There is no change in her expression, but I can tell that she is somehow surprised by the signs.
''.....magic....?''
Oh. ＜It's a Gatom, simply put, a spell that connects space to space and travels in an instant.
For a moment, Misha closed her mouth.
Then, she let the words slip out as if she were muttering.
''.....the lost magic....''
Hmm. Doesn't sound familiar.
What is that?
'A magic that has lost its user. Largely lost in mythological times.
I see. It seems that the magic formula has degenerated considerably in two thousand years, and although its existence is known, there are probably some spells that are no longer in use.
I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's not.
"......Anos is a genius....?
Haha, I can't help but laugh.
''....Seriously....''
No, no, no. It's just that it's so frustrating to be called a genius for something like this.
I'm not denying that he's a genius, but anyway, I'd like to be told when I show him magic that no one else can imitate.
''.....Who is Anos....?''
The progenitor of the Demon King.
Misha, who had been expressionless for a long time, rolled her eyes and was surprised.
''.....Reincarnated...?''
Do you believe that?
Misha stared and asked.
'....Do you have any proof...?
I guess that's what you're wondering.
I'm the proof. This is my magical power. However, it seems that the people of this era have too weak of a magical eye to even see the depths of my power.
Misha falls silent as if in trouble.
Originally, a demon king is something that is proven by force.
However, in this era where people only care about the superficiality of being pureblooded or an imperial family, maybe it's a little different from what I think.
I'm sure you'll be able to see the bottom of it. I can't see the bottom of it either.
If it doesn't look like Misha, most of them won't know.
There was no point in bothering them any longer.
Well, we'll see. Let's get out of here.
...hmmm....
I opened the door to the house.