Chapter 59: Support

The next morning I returned to the Lognoss Clinic.

“Nn........”

Misa, who had fallen asleep wakes up and looks sleepily at me.

“......Arnos-sama.....Ray-san is........?”

“Heading to Deruzogedo.”

“Then.......it’s morning already....?”

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Misa looks at Sheila.

Her condition is a bit more stable but could get worse at any time.

I had hoped that by morning <Lilia> would have helped her recover to some extent but it didn’t. Misa’s and Sheila’s wavelengths are just too different and due to the inefficiency of the spell Misa’s body won’t last. If Ray hadn’t stopped Misa I would have.

“Stay here until the finals are over.”

Using Construction Creation <Ibis> I made a small glass ball appear on my fingertip.

“If something comes up break this glass ball. It will allow you to escape from the shadow sewing dagger.”

I cast Light Source <Jia> and Conditions <Lent> so it activates when the ball is broken. <Jia> simply makes light but it will cover the entire room in light and remove all the shadows so the shadow sewing dagger has no effect.

“See you.”

“Errm....Arnos-sama....!”

Misa stops me.

“What’s up?”

Misa looks at me with a serious look.

“Can you use <Lilia> on me one more time?”

“For what purpose?”

“I’ll help Ray-sans mother revive before the end of the finals. After that Arnos-sama can just pull the contracted demon sword from Ray-san.”

“<Lilia> doesn’t have the efficiency to help her before the end of the finals.”

It will take at least a day for sheila to get to the point where she can even walk. Also, continuing to use the power will put Misa in danger.

“It’s better than doing nothing.”

“Even if you pray to the gods a miracle won’t happen.”

“....Perhaps. But I won’t give up just because no miracles will happen.”

Misa’s face carries a serious expression.

“I don’t want to regret it. I don’t want to look back later and think I could have done more. Even if nothing happens I still want to do the best I can.”

Fumu. Can’t she understand the current situation?

“I understand your resolution.”

I use <Lilia> and merge their roots together again.

“If you can make a miracle happen then come to the arena with Sheila. Even if the person who collared Ray notices I’ll deal with it.”

Misa firmly nods.

“Understood.”

“See you.”

I move to the school using <Gatom>

I told Misa Sheila wouldn’t recover enough to be in time. That there’s no use expecting miracles.

I think about the finals as I head to the waiting room.

Ray has been told to set up some type of trap for me in the finals but he’s not good at magic. The use of other demon swords is not accepted either. Ray’s weapon Initeio is a sword that slashes magic formula. It’s strong but there’s not a lot he can do with it beyond that. What is Avos Dillheavia plotting?

Well, I’m not that bothered by whatever he’s plotting. My aims are to treat Sheila, remove the contracted demon sword from Ray and turn the tables on whoever planned this.

Anything beyond that is not worth considering at the moment.

I arrive in the waiting room and Ray is waiting on the other side of the room.

Like Ray, I also wanted to fight without worrying about such a boring plot.

While we waited for the start of the finals Ray kept staring at my sword.

A knock sounded from the door.

“Who is it?”

After a slight delay, a voice answered.

“....It’s me.....”

Misha’s voice.

“What’s wrong?”

The door opened and Misha’s face peeped through the opening.

“Supporting.”

“Me?”

Misha nodded.

“I see. By the way, why are you only showing your face?”

“Can I enter?”

“Of course”

The door fully opened and Misha stepped through.

“Are you nervous?”

“Nervous? Fumu. I want to try being nervous at least once but I’ve got no experience.”

Misha blinked a couple of times.

“What’s wrong?”

“Arnos like.” Misha said with a laugh.

“Sasha not with you?”

“With Arno’s mother.”

“Hou? That’s unusual.”

I know that Misha learned cooking from my mother but Sasha isn’t that close to her.

“Heard she was attacked yesterday.”

“From my mother?”

Misha nods

“Sasha sent a message. I will protect her so devote yourself to the final.”

She’s a thoughtful person.

“Have you changed anything in the arena?”

Misha looks puzzled.

“There was evidence that someone sneaked in.”

“Same as usual.”

Fumu. I left Emilia’s corpse from before her reincarnation on the floor but someone’s cleaned it up.

Emilia’s reckless actions yesterday were unplanned by Avos Dillheavia. If they made a fuss over it his plan might end up being hindered.

The likelihood of them going after my mother again is very low but it never hurts to be careful.

If Sasha’s there, there’s no problem.

“....Something wrong?”

Misha looks at my face.

“No, it’s nothing serious.”

“Anything I can do?”

I said it was nothing serious but...

“In that case then, you can cheer for me.”

Misha leans her head to one side.

“Cheering?”

“You said you came to support me. That’s enough.”

Misha nods.

“Understood.”

She walked to my side and took my hand. Her small hand overlaps mine.

“Not nervous.”

“I’ve never been nervous right from the beginning.”

Misha looks down in thought then raises her head.

“Arnos can win.”

“I’ve never lost before.”

Misha thinks again like she’s troubled about something.

“I’ll be happy when Arnos wins.”

“I don’t think there’s any interest in the demon king of tyranny winning.”

Misha shakes her head.

“Arnos is a classmate and friend.”

“That’s right.”

“So is Ray. Two members of the same team will fight in the finals to determine the best swordsman in Deiruheido.”

Misha is speaking in her usual flat tone.

“It’s amazing.”

“Really?”

At that time Thought Transmission <Liikus> was activated in the room.

“Thank you all for waiting. Let’s start the final game of the tournament! The first participant is Arnos Voldigod belonging to the Deruzogedo demon king school!!”

Apparently its time.

“I’m off.”

Heading towards the arena Misha speaks to my back.

“Arnos was reborn.”

Looking back Misha stares into my eyes.

“You are a student now.”

Misha smiled slightly.

“Have fun.”

Fumu. That doesn’t sound too bad. Is this feeling welling up from Misha’s support? It’s not a bad feeling at all.

I’m known as the demon king of tyranny but Misha is looking at the present me and not the past me.

I who was reborn into a boring, dull school life with too weak descendants and degraded magic formulas. There’s nothing to learn. No matter what I’ve done nothings come of it yet despite all this, this is what I wanted. This wasted time of idleness.

“Misha.”

Misha looks puzzled and her face seems to say ‘what?’

I laugh.

“I’ll win the tournament.”

“Nn.”

I head out of the passage to the final stage where my friend awaits.