The Academy is Doomed

Chapter 125

Boris stood there bewildered, holding the divine sword.

Thunderous cheers and murmurs poured out from all directions.

Although he had received applause and cheers from many people during the magic demonstration at the recent cultural festival, this atmosphere was somewhat different.

It wasn’t admiration for magic, or exclamations of awe at seeing something amazing.

‘The gazes directed at me are different.’

Boris’s body trembled.

He could guess why the former Chloe had feared the gazes directed at her.

The persistent stares that observed his every move were heavy.

Not scary, but heavy.

Tremble tremble-

Boris’ legs were shaking as if they would give out at any moment.

At that moment, the pure white light emitted by the divine sword Nukhael enveloped Boris, and like dawn illuminating the night, the fear that had engulfed Boris retreated.

“I am…”

Boris raised the divine sword high and shouted.

“The Hero!”

The moment that cry struck the surroundings, thunderous cheers enveloped Boris.

The birth of a new hero!

Fervent congratulations and applause flew in for him, and even Amon was clapping with lifeless eyes and dry applause.

‘Boris, to think you’d become the hero. How p-p-proud…’

Watching Boris act silly toward the crowd while holding the divine sword, just like when he encouraged audience response during the cultural festival’s magic demonstration, Amon’s eyes trembled.

‘That position should have been mine…’

How ugly of Amon to be jealous of his student!

While gritting his teeth in frustration and giving dry applause toward Boris.

Then Amon noticed that Rustianel, who was standing beside him, was also trembling.

“Rustianel, you seem frustrated too.”

“…”

“Well, you didn’t even get the qualification to challenge. Later, let’s punish Boris toge…”

“That’s not it.”

“…It’s not?”

“That’s not what I mean…”

When Rustianel lifted her head to look at the sky, Amon unconsciously raised his gaze upward as well.

“It’s coming.”

“Huh? Coming? What is?”

“I told you during the cultural festival.”

At Rustianel’s meaningful words, Amon’s eyes grew round.

“Told me what?”

“…”

The cultural festival was already a month ago!

Adults tend to quickly forget past events!

“Sigh…I said that humans have human matters, and dragons have dragon matters.”

“Ah. That’s right. You said the time to tell would come soon.”

At the time, he couldn’t ask further because Rustianel had drawn a line as if telling him not to probe more, but now Rustianel had brought it up first.

“What kind of matter is it? And what’s coming? Who?”

Instead of answering, Rustianel pointed at Boris, who was jumping up and down holding the divine sword while encouraging response from the audience.

Watching that scene intently, Amon said with a hardened face.

“Right. The newly born hero is quite hateful. To think Boris would become the hero, the world really…”

“…No, that’s not it.”

“I know, I know.”

Waving his hand dismissively, Amon lifted his head.

The sky that Rustianel had been looking up at earlier was now dyed black.

The meaning of the Demon Lord’s revival is the birth of a new hero, and the birth of a new hero means the time has come for the Demon Lord to move in earnest.

Whoosh-!

Under the blackened sky, the Demon Lord stood tall with the sudden downpour.

‘The Demon Lord.’

Just by looking, one could tell it was the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord leisurely looked down at the people scattering in confusion from the unexpected downpour, as if watching ants beneath their feet, and the moment they slowly stepped into the air.

Silently-

The Demon Lord was suddenly mixed among the crowd as if they had existed there all along.

However, no one noticed the Demon Lord’s presence in the chaos of the downpour, and the Demon Lord leisurely walked toward the new hero.

As if people instinctively avoided the Demon Lord, who was walking through the countless crowds like taking a stroll, they suddenly stopped.

A man was standing in front blocking their path.

-…Who are you?

The man who blocked the Demon Lord, Amon, said.

“I am that hero’s teacher.”

-Oh?

“Just in case, I’m asking, but do you have business with the hero?”

The Demon Lord who came looking for the hero.

There was no reason to think the Demon Lord had good intentions.

And whether Boris was the hero or not, the fact that he was his student remained unchanged.

Therefore, Amon, who blocked the Demon Lord, reached for his waist.

The adamantium sword he always carried…

‘Ah, right. I haven’t been wearing it lately.’

Suddenly facing the Demon Lord empty-handed!

‘I’m screwed.’

Seeing Amon sweating profusely, the Demon Lord smiled cynically and said.

-Human, your complexion doesn’t look good.

“No? It’s not?”

-What do you mean it’s not? Anyone can see that your complexion is bad.

The Demon Lord, speaking as if mocking, waved their hand.

-While your care for your student as a teacher is admirable, step aside. I have business with the newly born hero.

So the Demon Lord did come looking for Boris.

Realizing this fact, Amon clenched his fist instead of his sword and took a step forward.

“Tell me your business first.”

-What reason do I have to speak with you when you’re not the hero?

“I told you. I am that child’s teacher.”

-Are you saying you are the hero’s guardian?

The Demon Lord, stroking their chin as if interested, looked Amon up and down.

To be honest, the Demon Lord was not very pleased with the fact that Amon was blocking her path.

She had been waiting a long time for the birth of a new hero.

But now their reunion was being interfered with, so the Demon Lord’s discomfort became pressure bearing down on Amon.

‘Yet he stands without wavering and stares at me. To think there was such a person among humans who aren’t heroes.’

While the Demon Lord was inwardly impressed Amon was desperately holding onto his trembling legs.

‘Wow, this is crazy.’

So the Demon Lord wasn’t called Demon Lord for nothing!

He wanted to go back in time and slap his past self who had sneered ‘Demon Lord this, Demon Lord that’ when the Demon Lord did nothing after reviving.

‘Damn…They really live up to the name of Demon Lord.’

When Caselag visited the territory and was discussing with his father, there was a time when he threw a tantrum unbefitting his age when his theory was destroyed.

‘She’s much scarier than Lord Caselag from back then. Well, he was an old and sick dragon so there’s no way he could compare to the Demon Lord.’

Anyway, even Amon, who had resolved to ‘close my eyes and hit just once’ in front of the Emperor, was barely holding onto his trembling legs in front of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord, not knowing these inner thoughts, showed an interested expression at Amon who appeared outwardly dignified.

‘This human, to withstand my gaze…Perhaps he has something he’s relying on?’

‘Well, I think I’ve held out as much as I can, should I just step aside? No, then the Demon Lord might eat Boris alive. In that case…’

Taking a light breath, Amon slowly bowed his waist.

It was at just the right angle, neither too respectful nor too rude.

“First, I apologize for the late introduction. I am Amon, that child’s guardian. Would you be the Demon Lord?”

When Amon suddenly became polite, the Demon Lord narrowed her eyes.

‘…Just earlier he was full of hostility, what’s his ulterior motive for suddenly changing?’

The reason was simple.

After encountering the Demon Lord, he had roughly gauged her measure.

‘If I make one wrong move with my tongue, I’ll be split in half and die right here.’

Therefore, since the Demon Lord seemed capable of dialogue, he judged there would be no harm in maintaining a polite attitude.

‘I bowed this much, so she probably won’t tear me apart right away?’

‘Seems like he’s plotting something…Should I just kill him?’

‘Seeing how she’s silent, my calculation must have been right!’

Their inner thoughts were running parallel.

Anyway, the Demon Lord waved her hand dismissively and said,

-Yes. I am the one you call the Demon Lord. Does that answer your question?

“That’s sufficient. Then could you tell me your business? I will organize it well and deliver it to Bori…the hero.”

The Demon Lord stared at Amon speaking politely and sighed.

‘Right. This person is the hero’s teacher.’

If so, in case their intentions clash with the hero’s, they might be able to use their position as teacher to change the hero’s mind.

Therefore, the Demon Lord also decided to interpret this situation positively.

-First, you seem to have some misunderstandings, so let me be clear. I don’t particularly intend to harm the hero.

“I-Is that so?”

-I merely wish to make one proposal to the hero. Long ago, the previous hero never accepted my proposal…but perhaps the current hero might be different.

At the Demon Lord’s bitter voice, Amon stroked his chest in relief.

‘Phew, it seems she doesn’t intend to harm Boris.’

With tension completely released, Amon smiled gently and said.

“I understand. Then could you tell me what message to deliver to the hero…”

That was the moment.

Boom-!

Suddenly, along with thunderous sound from the sky, the red clouds draped across the sky scattered as if being torn apart.

And what appeared between them was a woman wrapped in pure white divine light.

Due to the loud thunderous sound, everyone who had been in chaos from the downpour looked up at the sky, and all who saw the woman enveloped in light standing tall in the sky closed their mouths with astonished faces.

But some among them were different.

“Oh, God…”

The First Priest Raizen, leader of the divine sword expedition from the Holy Kingdom, along with other priests, all knelt in place and reverently clasped their hands together.

“We behold the Goddess of Order, Goddess Banumin.”

“Ah, Goddess…”

Seeing them muttering while shedding tears, the crowd froze in shock.

‘Goddess.’

The woman floating in the sky is the ‘Goddess of Order, Banumin’?

Why would a goddess come here?

Is it because a hero who pulled out the divine sword appeared?

Even while confused thoughts swirled in their heads, they found themselves unconsciously kneeling one by one to welcome the goddess.

As the goddess looked down at the numerous people like that, she glared at one spot and spoke.

-It’s been a while, little sibling.

Little sibling? What sibling?

The crowd was bewildered, but the priests from the Holy Kingdom trembled in shock as if they had realized something.

The Goddess of Order Banumin’s sibling, their other half, the one who defies.

‘The, the Demon Lord is here…?’

However, the priests didn’t dare raise their heads.

The thrill of beholding a god, and the terror that the Demon Lord was nearby.

Because of that, the priests were trembling, and Amon was also trembling as if joining in with the priests’ shaking.

Because the Demon Lord in front of him had fierce eyes as if they would tear him apart and kill him right now.

-Hehehehe…You detestable human, so you were stalling for time until Banumin arrived.

At the Demon Lord’s voice filled with killing intent, Amon’s mouth fell open.

‘That’s not it!’

Just when it seemed like they could reach an amicable resolution through dialogue with the Demon Lord, the situation tumbles and crashes into the rice paddy field like this!

Amon made a pitiful face.