The Misfit of Demon King Academy

“……Yes….. Many people started saying they wanted their children and grandchildren to live without those type of feelings. The number of people agreeing with Kanon gradually increased especially amongst those thinking of their families. Commander Jerga had many allies though and they waited for a chance for Kanon to drop his guard and killed him making sure he couldn’t revive. Even though Kanon had 7 origins he couldn’t revive if that method was taken away.” (Eleonor)

This is a strange story.

“Even I couldn’t kill that man. There’s no way humans killed him no matter what gap they found in his armour.” (Arnos)

“That’s right…. After I investigated it I found Kanon did have a way to revive but he never did. I’m sure he was disgusted by the humans.” (Eleonor)

It’s not an unreasonable thought for a man who fought and sacrificed everything for his people only to be cut down by them.

Did that guy who stood up countless times against the demon king lose his willpower when stabbed from behind by his own allies?

“The hero Kanon who tried to save the humans was no longer a hero and never again appeared on the front stage of history. Because he wanted nothing to do with <Ask> he never appeared at the hero academy either. He might have quietly disappeared without even bothering to reincarnate and even if he did reincarnate he’s never fought as a hero again.” (Elenor)

Is that why she said that the Kanon I knew no longer existed?

“Why were you born?” (Arnos)

A pained expression momentarily crosses Eleonors face.

“….Commander Jerga’s origin became two magics. The first one was <Ask> and the second one was me Origin Womb <Eleonor>.” (Eleonor)

If this happened directly after the war then she’d know that the demon king of tyranny was called Arnos Voldigod.

“Did it take time for the magic to take form then?” (Arnos)

“I’m a failure. I don’t know if <Ask> took all the hatred and anger but even though I’m a human type magic I have no hatred for the mazoku. I was supposed to inherit the personality of commander Jerga and teach here in the hero academy. They wiped my memories over and over and remade me many times but to no avail.” (Eleonor)

I see. So Jergas plan didn’t go as expected either.

“300 years later the heroes of that era finally made a decision. It was impossible to remake me how they wanted so they decided to use me only as magic.” (Eleonor)

Eleonor looks over at the holy water balls containing Zeshia.

“<Eleonor> is a magic to make origin clones.” (Eleonor)

Fumu. As I expected.

“So Zeshia and Diego are born by duplicating their origin with magic?” (Arnos)

It’s not that they revied after having their origin destroyed but its actually another person that’s indistinguishable from the one that died.

Strictly speaking, they are not exactly the same but the differences will be so small that even I with my demon eyes will not be able to tell. They will also have the same power as the original origin.

“From the heroes of that time, they picked the most suitable origins and refined them. Zeshia is an origin clone specialised in combat ability but the trade-off was her feelings and words were lost. Diego is an origin clone specialised in education. He has good affinity with magic but he’s the most susceptible one to Jerga’s voice.” (Eleonor)

Zeshia is a soldier while Diego’s role is to be the educator who implants the hatred in the new heroes.

“I’ve been watching them live lifelessly for a long time. Because I’m magic even if this body dies I’ll be reincarnated immediately and <Eleonor> can continue giving birth to them only for them to die full of hate.” (Eleonor)

Elenor gazed into my eyes.

“As long as <Eleonor> exists in this world neither Zeshia, Deigo nor the hero academy can find happiness. So Arnos-kun please.” (Eleonor)

Eleonor asks me earnestly.

“Kill me <Eleonor> that is originally commander Jerga’s origin. If Arnos-kun can destroy origins then he can kill me.” (Eleonor)

I see.

“Well it should be possible but I do have one concern.” (Arnos)

“What’s that?” (Eleonor)

Even at this time, she’s smiling at me without a care.

“Don’t you think your happiness should also be taken into account? (Arnos)

Eleonor was momentarily speechless before letting out a small laugh.

“….Hey Arnos-kun…..” (Eleonor)

She looks down sadly.

“….I couldn’t protect them. The children I gave birth to I couldn’t protect even one of them. I couldn’t even make one of them happy…..” (Eleonor)

Slight tears appeared in her eyes.

“Again and again….. over 1000 years, almost 1500 years….. I just kept killing….” (Eleonor)

A transparent drop rolls down her cheek before mixing with the holy water and disappearing.

“…..I’m magic that creates hatred and fosters misery….. I don’t want to give birth to these unhappy children anymore….. also.” (Eleonor)

Her voice is full of heartbreak as she pushes herself to talk like she’s punishing herself.

“…….I only gave birth to unhappiness. How can I ask to be happy…..” (Eleonor)

“Fumu. I understand.” (Arnos)

She aimlessly looks at my face.

I open both hands and point to the innumerable Zeshia’s floating around us.

“In other words, all I have to do is make everyone here happy.”