The Misfit of Demon King Academy

Magic crystal? I’ve never heard of this magic tool.

In the age of myths, there was no way to measure magic power. It seems like not everything has degraded. Some things have moved forward.

“And? Where is this magic crystal?”

“Here.”

Misha starts to walk off so I follow her.

The other examinees seem to know the place as well. Several lines begin to form.

Apparently, there are several of these magic crystals.

I try to see what’s going on.

The magic crystal is a huge purple crystal paired up with a large mirror.

When you touch the crystal it reads your magic and displays the number on the mirror.

[126]

[218]

[98]

[145]

The owl sits in front of the mirror and reads out the numbers.

To be able to turn into numbers something that I could only tell through my senses before. This is truly a convenient age.

It only takes several seconds to get a reading. Soon enough it was Misha’s turn.

“Do your best.”

“………..Same result……..”

Doesn’t magic power increases or decrease through effort?

“Well, good luck anyway.”

The everpresent deadpan expression looks at me.

“…..Nn…….”

Touching the crystal her power is displayed after several seconds.

[100246]

Instinctively I was impressed. It was only 3 digit figures until now but Misha is in the hundred thousands. She’s got even more talent for magic than I thought.

“That’s great Misha.”

After praising her a little she became a bit shy and looked down.

“……..Arnos……..more amazing……..?”

“Aah.”

I touched the magic crystal. This is my first experience of having my magic power measured. I wonder what it will be?

Perhaps it will exceed a hundred million? If that’s the case then the people of this age have severely dulled.

With this, they should understand that I am the founder.

[0]

As the owl speaks a noise rings out and the crystal breaks into pieces.

“The measurements have finished. Please proceed to the aptitude tests.”

Hmm. The crystal broke but they don’t seem to care.

“I know I’m the one saying it but I think 0 is impossible………”

That would mean that I would be unable to use magic at all. That should be easy to understand but the owl said.

“The measurements have finished. Please proceed to the aptitude test.”

*tsk* This useless familiar.

“The familiar is just obeying orders.”

Misha says to me.

“Well, I guess so.”

Misha stares at my face.

“What’s wrong?”

“…….First time I’ve seen it……..”

“What?”

“Where the magic power is so strong the crystal broke.”

Oh, I see.

I use my demon eyes on the broken crystal fragments. After analysing its structure it seems that it enlarges in response to the power of the person touching it. The volume that it has enlarged by is then measured and converted into a numerical value.

I exceeded its limit causing an intense magic reaction which led to it shattering. Though it is a convenient thing it’s not possible to use it to measure my power.

“It’s not 0. The decision should have been immeasurable.”

“Impossible.”

“Why?”

“The magic crystal does not break.”

“It broke.”

Misha responded in an indifferent tone of voice.

“Arnos is out of the norm.”

“Why do you know this Misha?”

“I’m proud of my demon eyes. It is impossible for other people to do it.”

My magic power was too strong causing the crystal to break but other people won’t understand this.

Also, all decisions have been left to these familiars, but they can only act as instructed. There’s no way the familiar would know what to do when it broke.

At best and if I was lucky it might have prepared a new one.

The fact that it broke and that an impossible reading of 0 was given was irrelevant.

“Some people will understand what it means but even so it’s still supposed to be almost impossible.”

Yare yare. There’s supposed to be talented people running this academy.

If I’m being fair, I suppose they would never have guessed that someone with enough power to break the crystal would turn up for the entrance exam.

On the other hand the story of the founder demon king reincarnating has been passed down. Also, Misha said it was the first time she’d seen it. My breaking it may actually count for something.

Another thing I’ve found out is that the demon eyes of the current mazoku are also weak.

If they had even a bit of talent anyone looking at the crystal using their demon eyes could have seen what happened.

Has the thought not occurred to anyone that the demon king Arnos would be outside of the standards of magic power?

I’m going to be looked down on here.

I’m probably being a bit childish getting obsessed over these numbers.

My magic power has not decreased at all.

“Oh well. It’s fine because Misha knows.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

After thinking in her usual deadpan expression Misha says.

“You’re welcome.”

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