Chapter 793 – Faculty of Demons

A demon’s instinct is to fight.
From the moment he is born, he seeks to fight the strong and wants to become stronger.
In short, in one word. Fighting race.

In the eyes of such demons, humans were a weak species that had low potential but avoided fights, let alone pursued development.

Humans were so disgusting and weak that it was hard to accept that they were the same intelligent body.

…This kind of thinking was prevalent among the upper classes of the demons.
Fratzels are no exception.

The idea that humans are like worms with no match for weakness and that demons are keeping them alive because they are benevolent… Was widespread.

It is on the upper class side to look down on and ignore humans.
Surprisingly, the general demons, the majority of them, did not have a bad perception of humans.

Pratzel didn’t like these ignorant, common demons either.

The first time I came to this school, I remembered that I covered my nose at the stench I felt.
Most of the demons are occupied by a race called ‘Demon’.

A superior race with almost no difference in appearance from humans, with elven ears, lycanthrope regenerative power, and fangs.

However, among the demons who occupied Pryunar Academy, less than half of them were demons.

Representatives of ignorant and dirty things such as naga and cyclops, which can be called minorities, occupy most of this school.

Fratzel didn’t like that.
This academy is the only place that the demon world recognizes among the human world, with a level so high that even those who claim to be the masters of the demon world.

A place where even demons are eager to enter.

Pratzel proudly entered the school due to her noble lineage and magical aptitude, and looked forward to her studies as well as to work with noble beings like herself.

But when I opened it, most of it was just trash.

She thought it had worked out rather well so far.
A pearl in the mud. It was because she thought she could pick and date people who had similar thoughts or strong powers to Pratzel.

But something happened that she couldn’t stand.

That a human instructor comes to this sacred place.
And that that person is a trashy person who dares to rebel against the demon king.

What kind of existence is the devil?
Rulers of the Pandemonium that even the upper classes have to bow down to.

If the Fratzels are of noble blood, they are true rulers of noble power.

Fratzel genuinely admired them.

And,
He gritted his teeth at the news that demon lords, whom he had considered heroes since childhood, were defeated at the hands of a single human being.

Eight days.
Kitz.

Two names deeply imprinted in the present Pandemonium.
In the demon realm, Yeodere’s name tended to be higher than that of the human captain, Kitz.

It was because that unstoppable move matched the propensity of the demons.

But, of course, the upper classes considered him to be cut down and trashed.
It was thought that winning against the demon king was a cowardly trick or manipulation of information.

A cowardly, lucky human bastard.

That was Fratzel’s idea of ​​Dre.
However, I heard that he was coming directly to the Asmodian Department.

And when the worms showed expectation and respect, not disgust, Pratzel despaired.

‘Believe. Only the formal ones should remain.’

Frazel felt the need to change the Fryunar Academy.

On this occasion, he concocted a strategy by gathering well-meaning friends who were skeptical and disgusted like himself.

It is to put a dent in the reputation of the fraudster Yeodere.

How humiliating would he be if a guy who had won against the demon lord was defeated by a student and died?

It was Kang Gui who was suitable for the operation.
The Demonic Beasts, an inferior race who don’t care about trivial things as long as they can fight the strong.

How constructive and efficient would it be if you could use the life of a bug that dared to surpass yourself and win first place in the combat category to reverse the perception of demon students?

If you complete the recognition change like that.
And if rumors spread that it was you who carried out the change of perception…?

With the ‘real boys’ of the Demon Department who are watching the situation with dignity. I thought I would be able to make faces with true bloodlines.

For example… Over there Is it an insert?

Demons with noble blood, including Pratzel, were not only proud of themselves, but also sure of their talents.
The elixir they made together is an elixir passed down among the High Demons.

It was a medicine that could only be made by extracting the essence of demons of various ‘noble’ blood, not just Pratzel.

It’s temporary, but it takes life force in exchange for being able to have several times as much power.
By the time that pudding-like liquid is all dissolved, Kang Gui’s whole body will become mushy and die.

A guy who doesn’t know how to dare to raise his head upright in front of him even though he’s a goblin.
From Pchella’s point of view, it was a good strategy to dispose of the two trash without revealing the background.

Gangwi was a bug, but his fighting power was real.
If I gave him the elixir, I thought that victory over that swindler human would be certain.

In fact, Dre was consistently pushed by Kang-Gwi.
Most of the demon students were sweating on his hands, wondering if Dre wasn’t in good shape.

A few, including Fratzel, smirked, saying, “Look at it.”

Purple.
That kind of thing beats the devil. Does it make sense
He’s just a guy pushed by students.

He hadn’t even taken the elixir yet, but Kang Gui overwhelmingly pushed Dre.

And finally. He took the elixir
Pratzel was hopeful that he would finally be able to get rid of the annoying Dre.

And incomprehensible things happened.
The strong demon, who ingested the elixir and showed strength comparable to the ‘beast demon lord Vils’ he had seen from afar, was subdued in a matter of seconds.

The problem wasn’t that.

There was never a way to find out who made it, but since that ego and strong spirit stared at him, the human guy became suspicious and approached.

Fratzel was taken aback, but then laughed.
There would be no evidence, and he wondered what he would do if he found out that he was behind it.

He himself is a scion of a noble family who also has connections with the ‘Jin Purgatory’ demon king, and is also a student.

What can an instructor do to a student?
I just dismissed it as something I didn’t know, and even if it was revealed, I thought it was just that I said it out of curiosity.

All those thoughts were blown away by Dre’s threat.
What? Forgive me?
Do you know who I am?

He is not another demon king, but the eldest son of a family under the command of the demon king of ‘Jin Purgatory’.
Although he is not there now, he is the demon king of Jinn Purgatory who has disappeared. The ‘sign’ that he himself engraved is also engraved on his body like a tattoo.

This is because it is a noble body.

But how dare a human like a bug threaten me, a noble blood?
She expressed her true feelings with such feelings…

Now…
…Now?

‘…What happened…’

Pratzel was unaware that he was being dragged along.

I can’t see my eyes.
Her whole body was broken.
It just hurts.
I can’t come to my senses because it hurts.

What would be even more exciting. Flow of mana.

Pah ah

After feeling this flow of mana, consciousness returns, the body is regenerated, and it reminds me that the same pain is repeated again.

Fratzel’s eyes were stained with fear.

“Ah, ah… Aww!!”

Wood Deuk.

A fist that digs into your teeth before you even scream.
Dre didn’t care that the demon students were watching.

Unceremoniously, she unleashed overwhelming violence on Pratzel.

In fact, students who sympathized with Fratzel wanted this kind of sight in their hearts.

Dre was so furious that even though she was a student, she thought she might assault her.
And she thought that if she filmed the scene and submitted it as evidence, it could develop into a big problem that could lead to her dismissal from the lecturer.

…Does he have no thoughts?

Upper class. High Demon. Or the aristocratic children of the so-called Demon Realm, made up of Dark Elves, could not close their mouths.

While the entire school is closely watching, the student is being tortured casually.

There is no hesitation.

That absolutely matters.
Even if only the number of bachelor’s students is called in right now, he may be dismissed from his lecturer position.

But.
No one could resist

For that to happen, the momentum radiating from Dre was too overwhelming and undefeated.

Only after facing that energy did the demon students of noble blood come to mind one fact.

Lately.
A mythical creature larger than a planet… That filled the sky.

Eight kings. Indestructible fresh green Askatlov.

What did the demon students who saw the existence feel?
Did you laugh at the monsters as dirty monsters like when you saw them?

No.
He just got down on his knees.
I was in awe.

What I felt was one word.

God.

And the fact that the man who stood up to that god was that man… I just remembered.

Wood deok! Poududeuk!!

The assault on Fratzel only got worse and worse.

Pratzel opened his mouth halfway through and he tried to say something, but he couldn’t.
Because before Dre could speak, she kept punching her in the face and breaking her leg.

This moment.
There was no thought of noble blood or an inferior race in Pratzel’s mind.

Survival instinct.

Hairy!

Pratzel threw himself, grabbed Dre’s crotch of his pants, and smashed his head.

“That, stop…! Stop…! I’ll tell you everything, please stop…! Please… Come on, I was wrong…!!”

Dre finally stopped the violence.
Then he put her on her knees and activated her super regeneration again on Pratzel, restoring her body.
The upper-class students who were watching stiffened like stones.

What the hell is that bastard talking about?
Are you trying to get information on the people who made that elixir and who took part in this?

Scary.
I couldn’t think properly about imagining that I would directly suffer the violence that that head and body suffered.

In the tense air. Dre patted Fratzel on the head.

Pratzel quickly looked up at her, and Dre grinned.

“What do you say?”
“That…”
“Without speaking.”

Dre held out what was still clenched in her fist.

A solid liquid mixed with vomit and blood.
Flight.

“Eat.”
“…Mmm, if you eat…”

Die.

Fratzel was aware of hundreds of pairs of eyes watching him.
They asked what the hell did you do, what would happen if you ate it, and whether you did something cowardly.
The things that dare to be ignorant to himself as an aristocrat.

But.
The fear of the people in front of him was greater than the disgrace and anger at the scum that he would bear when he revealed the truth.

“If I eat that… I… Will die.”

In the eyes of ordinary demon students, contempt was young.
It was all contempt for Fratzel.

They had no contempt for Dre.
Powerful violence?
That is a virtue to the demons.

A world where the rule of thumb is basic.
The fact that Dre was looking after his opponent was already known to Layrob and a few other sharp-eyed students.

Now everyone knows.
Such compassion is rare in the Demon Realm.
Not to mention the benevolence of such a strong person.

Mercy for the weak is an act like an asshole, but mercy for the strong is a virtue.

That reckless act. Powerful force. And… A sense of intimidation reminiscent of the demon king of Jin Purgatory.

Not hatred, but respect and respect for the demons.

However, even the demons who revere battle had an unwritten rule.
Don’t do anything cowardly in a duel.
Hit the opponent, but hit with full force.

Even if the upper class didn’t know it, ordinary demons thought so.
Platzels break the unwritten rule.

I don’t know what Fratzel made, but there is no disagreement that he carried out a despicable operation targeting Gangwi and Dre.

If you go through such tricks and get away with nothing, that’s not mercy, it’s stupidity.
Dre is punishing it as if it were natural.

The absolute strong punishes the scum without honor who violated the unwritten rule.

I liked Dre’s behavior enough to set fire to the demon’s chest.
Just not killing me right away is mercy. As I said before, the mercy of the strong is of great value.

And the strong should not only be tolerant.
You must know how to wield fear and power appropriately. From that point of view, Dre… I thought he was a man worthy of a ‘king’.

And Dre said.

“I know.”
“…?…?!”

The face of Pratzel, who could not understand the words for a moment, was contorted with fear.
I know you will die if you eat it, but you want me to eat it…? To die?

“Come on. Eat.”
“…Come on, go to sleep…Ugh…!!”

Maldondre, who was rambling to his feet, shoved the liquid into his mouth.

And he said

“You don’t have to force yourself to eat.”
“Haagh… Heeik…”
“Instead. Stay right. Days, months, years.”
“…”

This is sincere.
Fratzel finally grasped his subject.
But what can I do?
Now that there is no choice.

“Uh, ah… Ah… Help me… Help me… Demon King…”
“What’s up?”

Dre smiled and raised his fist again.
Pratzel continued to babble for help, then stopped, mouthing the liquid with his tear-filled eyes.

Death seemed better than pain.
And…

Quarrr.

Pieces of meat suddenly gathered in one place in the air.

Chalala larat.

Dre narrowed his eyes and looked in his direction.

No. Everyone saw
As such, the current energy was heterogeneous and powerful.

What she appeared was a woman wearing a shoulder-baring dress with long dark red hair and an eye patch over one of her eyes.

In the center of her jewel-like purple eyes was a huge wriggling eye set on her forehead.

“Uh, huh?”
“Huh?”

A cry of astonishment rises among the demons.
It was worth it.
That being is the Demon King.

Not just a demon king.
Jin Purgatory.

And then the demon king looked at Dre and she said.

“Nice to meet you. Eight days.”
“…”
“It’s called Diable, the Demon King of the Demon Species.”