Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha Chapter 160.2

Chapter 160.2

“If you want to hate humans, then go ahead. As long as they had it coming, that is. But it won’t end there. If you hate and kill them, they will kill your descendants again. Your hatred will be passed on to your children and grandchildren forever, and it will continue to burn Dilhade and engulf it in darkness.” (Anos)
Davidra gritted his teeth and stared in front of him.
The others did the same. Hatred, anger and sorrow nestled in their hearts.
“…We can’t be like the Great Demon King. We’re all too aware that such hatred is unsightly. It doesn’t even matter to us if we’re corrupted by it. Even so… I…!” Davidra said, as if spitting blood.
It looked as if his own body was burning in the flames of hatred.
“I despise humans…!” (Davidra)
Davidra drew a magic circle, and sent his magic power into it like a representation of his hatred.
A jet-black sun, several times larger than the previous ones, emerged from it.
As if to act in concert with him, the other soldiers also cast their spells.
I figured as much.
Words alone weren’t enough to stop them.
If they were, I wouldn’t have needed to build the wall.
Someone had to stop them, even at the cost of exhausting all of their power.
“Out of the way, kid! I’m not going to hold back anymore! If you don’t move, we’ll burn you down along with that human…!” (Davidra)
All the jet-black suns were fired at once, and rained down on Igareth, who was right behind me.
With magic circles in my eyes, I took one look at all of them.
“Perish.” (Anos)
My interfered with their . As the ultimate form of anti-magic, it easily extinguished the scorching jet-black suns.
“What… the… How… did he…!?” (Demon soldier D)
“Hold on… Was that… Did that brat just use—!?” (Demon soldier E)
The demon soldiers displayed their agitation.
Not because their were canceled.
What they witnessed right now was something that wasn’t supposed to exist anymore.
“Those… Magic Eyes of his…” (Davidra)
Davidra backed away, as if in awe.
All the demons here stared at me in astonishment.
“You… are alive…?” (Davidra)
“What are you talking about? My name is Anosh Porticollo. And I’m just a traveling entertainer passing by.” (Anos)
Davidra fell to his knees, as if stricken with grief.
He rubbed his forehead on the ground and howled like an animal, as if to implore my forgiveness.
All the others collapsed on the ground as well, as if they had lost their will to fight.
Tears streamed down their cheeks.
“…The Great Demon King… was fond of traveling entertainers… Even now, Our Lord might be observing us…” (Davidra)
They prostrated themselves, as if in penitence to the Demon King, and expressed the pain in their hearts.
“…I cannot do it… I am incapable of living in an era of peace…” (Demon soldier D)
“The humans are smiling without a care, going on with their lives, and living beyond the wall…” (Demon soldier E)
“How can the humans… who murdered our people… live peacefully like nothing ever happened…? How can they… live so shamelessly…!?” (Demon soldier F)
“I do not wish to live so long that I forget this, or this hatred. We are already dead on the inside. We have long perished along with the war…” (Demon soldier G)
“O Great Demon King… Our almighty leader… I was… utterly incapable of… following… your command…” (Davidra)
Their sobs were strong and heartbreaking.
They were all faithful subordinates.
If I declared that I was a traveling entertainer, then that’s what I was. If I declared that I was dead, then the Demon King was dead.
Even the truth was easily overturned by a single order from the Demon King of Tyranny.
But even so, they still failed to obey my command after I passed away.
They may have tried to. They may have continued their efforts to obey it.
However, this alone was beyond them. Forgetting about revenge and making peace was the only thing they were unable to do.
Wall or not, their hatred wasn’t so light that they could keep hanging on to the words of a Demon King away from his country.
Two thousand years ago, I couldn’t protect my men.
I left so many of them behind.
And now, once again—
Just as I thought that, I saw something above my head.
A particle of black light. Something familiar.
A single particle fluttered down.
Then, it fell on my hand and disappeared.
As if to tell me something.
Right now, this moment was nothing more than a fleeting dream that continued while was still active. Once the spell was over, this past would be reset according to the order of time, and the soldiers would kill Igareth.
But perhaps—
Perhaps it could be changed.
“Raise your heads.”
Davidra and the others looked up.
Even so, they couldn’t look me straight in the eye.
“I have a message from the Demon King of Tyranny.” I told them, empathically.
“‘See you in two thousand years.’” (Anos)
Hopefully, these words would be inconsequential.
They only needed to be a contradiction so small that the order of time would omit it.
Not enough to change their actions, but enough to change their minds—
So that this fleeting dream could turn into reality.
“A wonderful world awaits you all.” (Anos)
That’s what I wished for in response to this tragic event from the past that was long since behind me.