The Misfit of Demon King Academy (WN)
Chapter 174.1

• Chapter 174 : Together with her feelings

Lay dashed like a gust of wind, and swung his Sword of Three Races Evansmana.

“…Hah…!” (Lay)

Avos Dilhevia repelled the blade of his holy sword, which came down on her diagonally, by coating herself in <Four Worlds Wall Beno Ievun> in all directions.

“<Hell Flame Annihilation Mortar Jio Graze>.” (Avos)

Lay jumped back and evaded the jet-black sun that was fired at him.

It left a huge hole in the floor, and it was still burning black.

“My, how unexpected. You don’t seem worried about Anos Voldigoad.” (Avos)

I had been swallowed up by the wolf Gennul, the Spirit of Hiding.

But Lay didn’t let that distract him one bit, and he slashed at Avos Dilhevia.

“There’s hardly anything as pointless as worrying about Anos, after all.” (Lay)

Holding the Sword of Three Races with both hands, Lay stared at his opponent.

“Are you sure you’re not the one who miscalculated?” (Lay)

“What are you talking about?” Avos Dilhevia asked without losing her fearless smile.

“As the Demon King of Tyranny, you should’ve wanted to avoid facing me and my Sword of Three Races.” (Lay)

“I was wondering what you were trying to say, and that’s all?” (Avos)

Black lightning gathered in Avos Dilhevia’s right hand.

It swirled furiously, turned into a storm, and shot out at Lay.

It was the origin spell <Magic Black Thunder Emperor Jirasd>.

Lay erased the incoming jet-black lightning bolt that was loudly destroying the room with a swing of his Sword of Three Races.

“Hero Kanon. Are you truly capable of destroying me?” (Avos)

“It’s my responsibility as the one who created you.” (Lay)

The moment Lay said that, Avos Dilhevia reappeared right in front of him.

“Huff…!” (Lay)

He aimed at her shoulder with Evansmana.

She gently fluttered her dress as she avoided his blade.

Then the tip of his Sword of Three Races bounced back up, and chased her to cut her down from below.

However, the blade was stopped midway.

Avos Dilhevia grabbed Lay’s wrist with her fingers, and held him down.

“I suggest you stop forcing yourself. Even if you had the strength to cut me down, your heart refuses to do so.” (Avos)

The girl’s right hand quickly reached for Lay’s face.

The latter grabbed it with his left hand.

“I was completely wrong… Spreading rumors about an imaginary Demon King, and dying as a hero. That kind of method was never going to work. And the price to pay for that twisted justice I tried to carry out is your tragic existence, Avos Dilhevia.” (Lay)

Lay put his strength into his right hand, which held the Sword of Three Races.

In response to that, Avos Dilhevia pressed his hand down even more firmly.

“You should’ve never been born.” (Lay)

“Oh? Do you truly mean that?” (Avos)

She smiled quietly.

“Are you sure you’re not actually still in doubt?” (Avos)

Avos Dilhevia threw a few verbal jabs at Lay, as if to provoke him.

“Nevertheless, if it weren’t for me, Misa would have never been born.” (Avos)

Her cold Magic Eyes peered intently into Lay’s abyss.

Then she laughed softly.

“You must’ve really cherished that girl, am I right?” (Avos)

“…Yeah…” (Lay)

“In that case, surrender yourself to that feeling, will you?” (Avos)

Avos Dilhevia put more strength into both of her hands. They may look frail at first glance, but those were the arms of a Demon King.

She was pushing back Lay, who was strong enough to use a sword ordinary people wouldn’t even be able to lift, with great ease.

The Sword of Three Races was completely blocked, and conversely, Lay couldn’t keep pushing her hand back any longer.

Her fingertips gently touched Lay’s cheek.

“Be mine, Kanon. My temporary body has now become my real body. I am both Misa and Avos Dilhevia.” (Avos)

“…You seem very different from the Misa I know, though…” (Lay)

“This is irrelevant. Misa’s feelings have been channeled into my heart. And I love you very much.” (Avos)

Lay stared at the girl in front of him.

“What if I say no?” (Lay)

“Then I will take you by force. I will tear you apart, put your sources into a jar of magic power, and make you mine alone.” (Avos)

Avos Dilhevia’s fingertips, which were stroking Lay’s cheek, gathered magic power and turned black. She was casting the <Source Kill Vebdoz> spell.

“…That love you claim to have for me doesn’t come from you…” (Lay)

Lay tightened his grip on the hand Avos Dilhevia had cast <Source Kill Vebdoz> on. Her wrist made a creaking sound.

“It comes from her. Misa is still alive inside you.” (Lay)

“Sadly, she was but a temporary identity. Merely a substitute for me until my awakening. As of now, the personality known as Misa no longer exists anywhere. So give up on her.” (Avos)

Her claw of <Source Kill Vebdoz> tore out Lay’s cheek, causing his blood to drip.

He grimaced for a moment, then sternly glared at her. At that same time, he yanked Avos Dilhevia’s arm off with all his might.

“……!?” (Avos)

She was slightly surprised at Lay’s arm strength increasing beyond comparison to a few moments ago.

“You’re the impostor here, Avos Dilhevia.” (Lay)

Lay’s whole body was clad in light.

His emotions were converted into magic power, raising his level of strength.

“…Is this…?” (Avos)

Avos Dilhevia directed her Magic Eyes at herself.

The feeling that had supposedly vanished from her very source was showing through.

The spell that Lay used was <Love Sanctuary Teo Aske>.

This was the Hero’s secret technique that combined two people’s love into one, and converted it into an enormous amount of magic power.

There was only one person in the world whose love could combine with Lay’s.

“Haaaahh…!!” (Lay)

The two fighters were in a contest of strength.

Just as Avos Dilhevia was about to overpower him, Lay, with a fluid motion, used her strength against her, and immobilized her joints.

Avos Dilhevia put even more strength into her arms to shake him off, and Lay let go of them, unable to resist her struggle.

He put so much distance between them that there was now enough space for him to bust out his sword.

“<Holy Love Sword Teo Traloth>!!” (Lay)