A month has passed since I reincarnated.
I’ve spent the time looking into the world that is now two thousand years further on. It seems the magical arts have degenerated to a much lower level than I thought.
Human’s don’t seem to know about reincarnation magic at all. (1)
It was a rather common magic in the age of myths that I had lived in. For high ranking magic users, reincarnating was not unusual, however, in the present times that age has been called the era of magic. Reincarnation magic does not seem to be known in the present age.
I can talk from birth and have magical talent. My parents Gusta and Isabella have interpreted it that I’m just a very smart baby.
Growth is considered an advanced magic in the present era but it is still generally known about. (2)
Oh well. If the existence of reincarnation is not acknowledged I guess it can’t be helped.
The most surprising thing though was that I reincarnated as a human.
two thousand years ago I sowed my own seeds. With magic, I created 7 subordinates using my own blood and commanded them to have children and expand their bloodline. I needed a container that contained my blood for a successful reincarnation.
As I expected, over two thousand years the blood of the demon king Arnos did not die out, however, I did not expect it to mix with humans.
No, thinking about it I suppose that since the mazoku and the humans stopped fighting its probably natural that those with mixed blood are born.
I guess deep down I thought that the mazoku and the humans were fundamentally incompatible but after a thousand years of being separated by the walls, their troubles were diluted and eventually lost.
Humans don’t seem to know much about the mazoku anymore. I asked my parents but they didn’t know anything either. All they knew was that the mazoku tribe were really far away on the other side of a wall. They had no further information beyond that.
The demon country, the home of the mazoku is apparently called Deiruheido.
“Hmm?”
I felt the slight flow of magic power and out of the corner of my eye, something caught my attention.
Moving over to the window I open it and an owl jumps in before dropping a letter in my hand.
It’s a letter of invitation from the demon king academy Deruzogedo.
“Demon king academy?……….”
Deruzogedo is the name of my castle. I don’t remember hearing about this demon king academy.
I guess it was founded sometime during these last two thousand years.
While I was thinking the owl opened its mouth.
“Deruzogedo is a school to raise the demon emperor. The person who inherited the traits of the demon king of tyranny. In other words amongst the mazoku we were founded to find people descended from the imperial family and make them into a fine demon emperor.”
The demon king of tyranny? What a nostalgic name for myself, although I was generally just called demon king Arnos during those times but perhaps it’s not bad having those 2 names handed down.
“The demon king of tyranny was the founder and it is the role of the academy to find the person closest to the founder and make them the demon emperor. You also carry the blood of the founder and therefore we invite you to Deruzogedo. We await your admission into the demon king academy.”
I inherited the traits and talents of the founder? I am the founder.
Even if it followed the unique magical signature overflowing from my blood it seems the familiar cannot look any deeper into the abyss.
At first glance, having reincarnated, the blood of the founder flowing in my body is diluted. However, if I analyse it carefully with demonic sight I can understand that the blood has changed into the blood of the demon king Arnos.
“It is said that this is the year that the founder will be reincarnated.”
They knew that. It seems that the year of my rebirth was handed down throughout the years.
“This year the students planning to enter the demon kings academy are really promising. They are already called the chaos generation. Amongst them are many people regarded as the potential founder reborn. Deruzogedo will be filled with joy when the founder demon king returns.”
I see. The entire purpose of the academy is to look for the reincarnated demon king. For me.
Should I go then?
This chaos generation of the mazoku. I want to see my descendants with my own eyes.
“I have received your invitation.”
“We are looking forward to seeing you. You who has inherited the talents of the founder.”
With that, the owl flew off.
I’ve decided. Strike while the iron is hot. I’ll go to Deruzogedo. It’ll be inconvenient with this body though.
I use the growth magic. My body was wrapped in light and grew up to the age of 16.
This should do.
Leaving my room I head to the front door.
It’s midnight now. Because both my parents are asleep I won’t have any issue leaving.
Or so I thought as I placed my hand on the door handle.
“Who!?”
I hear my mothers voice from behind.
Crap, did you get up? Moreover, in this form, she won’t understand that it’s me.
I better turn round and explain.
“Arnos-chan? You grew up again!” my mother said while looking at my face.
“You understood well.”
“Of course I did. Even if you grew up a bit Arnos-chan is still Arnos-chan.”
It’s a bit embarrassing to be called chan when I’m the demon king.
Oh well, there’s no help for it. No point minding it.
“Where are you going this late at night? It’s dangerous outside.”
Even though I’m a reincarnated being it doesn’t change the fact that I’m her son. Since I was found I guess I can’t leave silently now.
