The Misfit of Demon King Academy

My father didn’t come home yesterday after all.

Since he’s a blacksmith he knows about swords but I’m still vaguely anxious.

“…….It’s a strange feeling.”

If anything happens I’m sure I can do something about it so there’s no reason to worry about it.

“Misha-chan’s come you pick you up Arnos-chan.”

My mother’s voice comes from the entrance so I leave my room and head down to the front.

Sure enough, there was my mother and Misha.

“Good morning.” Misha says.

She’s wearing a white one-piece dress decorated with fluffy ringlet type ribbons.

“I’ve never seen those clothes before.”

“….New clothes……”

I see. That explains the new look.

“……Strange?” Misha asks looking at me with upturned eyes.

“Not at all. They’re nice clothes. You look good.”

Misha starts looking a little shy at my words.

“Arnos’ taste.”

“Mine? I certainly think you look good but in the end, I didn’t answer any of your questions.”

Just like yesterday, Misha lets out a little *fufuu* laugh.

“I can tell by looking.”

“Really?”

“Nn.”

Though I didn’t think I’d given any conclusive answers it appears she saw right to the bottom of my heart.

As expected of Misha, she’s a good demon eyes.

“You saw well Misha. I’m happy.”

Misha’s talent is considerable. If her growth is handled correctly she has the potential to approach the level of mazoku from the age of myths.

“I’m glad.”

Misha is happy at my words.

“Right, we’re off then mother.”

“Take care.”

My mother sent us off with a smile.

“Now then. Will you teach me your favourite thing Misha?”

Misha nods.

“This way.”

Misha starts guiding me.

Walking together I was looking forward to seeing where Misha was taking me.

Eventually, we came to an area filled with shops known as the Midhayes shopping district. It’s probably the busiest neighbourhood in the city with many people and travellers coming and going.

“Here.”

Misha stopped in front of a certain store.

Magic model shop [Hometown Of The Wounded Dragon].

It’s huge.

A female shopkeeper wearing a hat turned to us as we entered.

“Oh? Welcome, Misha-chan. Have you come to make something today?”

“Nn.”

“Thank you as always. That magic model castle you made the other day has already sold. You really helped me out.”

The shopkeeper opens a door leading further inside the shop.

“Is that onii-san your boyfriend Misha-chan?”

Misha glanced at me then shook her head.

“Friend.”

“I’m Arnos Voldigod.”

The shopkeeper laughs then smiles at me.

“I’m Melissa Nomad. Nice to meet you.”

“Aah. By the way, whats a magic model?”

Melissa’s face took on a surprised expression when I asked her.

“…….There’s nobody who doesn’t know what a magic model is. Are you not from Deiruheido, onii-san? Where are you from?”

If I said from 2000 years ago I wouldn’t be believed.

“From a remote region on the human continent of Azesion.”

“Heee. I see. Then Misha-chan came to show onii-san magic models.”

Misha nods

“Then feel free. No one is using the workshop at the moment.”

I follow Misha and Melissa into the workshop where I see several magic formations drawn on the floor. Looking closer I see that they are restricted formations.

Restricted formations limit the type of magic that can be used and where they can be placed but offer high precision when used.

The room also contains shelves and a long table with a glass globes on top. Inside the glass globes were all sorts of scenes like miniature buildings, trees and flowers.

It was like someone has cut out landscapes and miniaturised them.

“These are magic models. What do you think? Aren’t they great? Also, Misha-chan made this one.”

Amongst all the glass spheres Melissa pointed to one that showed an ice castle built in a forest.

It’s an exact replica on the one Misha made during the team battle with the demon forest in the background.

A piece of paper with the word [sold] on it is placed underneath it.

“I see. They are made with Construction Creation .”

Misha nods.

To make a huge structure using requires considerable magic power and understanding of the magic method used. Even more power and understanding is required to make small detailed things and that’s where the restricted formations come in.

“This model is excellent. To be this small and precise is great.”

It would be very difficult.

The model Misha made fits in the palm of your hand yet the details are superb wherever you look.

“Is this your favourite thing Misha?”

“I like making small detailed pieces.”

Misha’s voice which is usually monotonous seems more lively than usual.

“Look.”

Misha holds out a hand and activates the restricted formation.

“Everyone eating together.”

Using the glass ball appears first followed by the dining room in my house. Food appears on the table then Misha, Sasha, Ray, Misa, my mother and father appear. Its the exact scene of all of us eating in my house the other day.

Misha makes it look easy but it’s actually quite difficult to create such detailed models from a mental image alone. She may have a photographic memory.

She looks really happy. Her face which is usually expressionless is faintly breaking and smiling though she is also concentrating with her eyes firmly fixed on the model.

She suddenly stops working on the model and turns to me.

“Boring?”

She looks a bit uneasy.

“Not at all. It’s interesting. Even though it’s only for fun, pursuing smaller and finer details means you are approaching the abyss of .”

Misha laughs her little *fufu* laugh again.

“Arnos likes magic.”

“I’ve never really thought so…….”

Misha shakes her head.

“Likes.”

Fumu. I’ve never thought about it. For me, magic is like breathing.

“Does it look that way?”

Misha nods.

“Then perhaps I do.”

I don’t really understand myself in a lot of ways.

If Misha says it is so then perhaps it’s worth considering?

She starts using again.

After a few minutes, my figure finally appears at the table and the magic model is complete.

“Done.”

“It’s very good.”

I examine the magic model Misha made. The dining room is intricately detailed. I cannot imagine anyone else born in this era that is able to use like this.

“Try?”

“If I do, I’ll make a masterpiece like no other in this world.”