A boy raised by a demon king and a dragon king seems to be peerless in his school life.

Volume 7 Chapter 42 Loophole

A New Demon King.

When Iris heard those words, she thought the person before her was either lying or a fool.

In the first place, the title of a demon king is something inherited. No matter how strong or revered one becomes, it’s not something you can assume at will.

As an exception, if a demon king were to die, the demon king’s mark would appear on the one among the demonkind most suitable to be a leader.

This ‘suitable individual’ is a peculiar notion, with rather vague criteria. According to one theory, the demon king’s mark possesses its own will, selecting a person it deems worthy to succeed it.

Even when Demon King Testarossa was no longer around, the demons searched tirelessly for a demon of the younger generation who was supposed to inherit the mark. However, even after three hundred years, they haven’t found anyone. And rightly so, as Demon King Testarossa is still alive within the infinite prison.

If she doesn’t die, the mark doesn’t pass on. Hence, there hasn’t been a successor to the demon king for three centuries.

From Iris, who knew these facts, the notion of a ‘new demon king’ that Uracan mentioned seemed utterly impossible.

However, the ‘Book of the Demon King’ he presented exuded a sinister magic, making her start to believe those words.

“This ‘Book of the Demon King’ contains the solution for when the demon king, for some reason, can no longer inherit the mark. It seems the ancient demonkind foresaw such a situation.”

“Such a method…!”

The unexpected revelation sent shivers down Iris’s spine.

But upon closer reflection, something seemed puzzling.

“If… however, such a method exists, they should have tried it long ago!”

“Let me explain, this method is exceedingly dangerous. If a malevolent being were to learn of this method, they could forcibly seize the demon king’s mark even while the demon king is alive. That’s why my ancestors concealed this method. They sealed it rigorously and hid it deep underground within our family estate.”

Originally, Uracan’s lineage held authority over the management of the ‘Book of the demon King’. However, over a long period, the family’s prestige gradually waned, and eventually, even the existence of the Book of the Demon King was forgotten.

Driven by ambition, Uracan scoured the house for something useful and stumbled upon this book.

It’s an ironic twist that this book, originally created for the demon kind, could be misused by descendants.

“According to this book, what’s needed is a ‘demon kind bearing the royal emblem,’ ‘this book,’ and ‘a substantial number of souls.’ With a population of about four hundred thousand in the capital, don’t you think this is more than enough?”

Upon learning Uracan’s scheme, Iris felt her anger rise and clenched her teeth.

“Do you think such a thing could be allowed…!? The people won’t side with someone who murders the innocent!!”

“It’s not that simple, Iris. The people crave an absolute leader. Even if they have to commit somewhat immoral acts, they’ll be enchanted by the new demon king’s presence.”

“Grr…!”

One couldn’t entirely deny this. The long absence of a king had left the populace’s hearts ailing.

If a new demon lord were to arise, the people would rejoice, even if that ruler were a foolish king.

“So, resign yourself and become mine. If you were to bear the child of a Demon King and a vampire, surely an exceptional child would come into the world.”

Saying this, Uracan reaches out towards Iris.

In response, Iris, as if complying with his words, approaches him while looking down.

“P-Please, stop, Iris…!”

Iris’s comrades call out, but their words don’t reach her.

Seeing this, Uracan smiles in satisfaction and says, “Heh, that’s how it should be.”

And Iris walks up to Uracan.

“Come, Iris, let me show you the birth of the new king up close.”

Saying this, Uracan spreads his arms wide.

Iris, who had been looking down, raises her head and smiles at Uracan, showing her vulnerability.

“…You fell for it. Who do you think will serve you?”

“Huh?”

To Uracan’s sudden shock, Iris unleashes a powerful spell.

“High Blood Crimson Cross Spear!!!”

The massive crimson spear released from Iris’s hand pierces the defenseless Uracan’s chest and sends him flying.

“How disappointing. I already have a rightful master to serve. Unlike the likes of you, a repulsive scoundrel, my master is incredibly adorable and reliable, you know!”

Iris declares loudly, standing her ground.

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Volume 7 Chapter 43 Demon Warlord

Uracan is blown away by Iris’s attack.

However, despite their own master being defeated, Urs and his comrade remained in their places, unfazed.

“You seem remarkably composed. Aren’t you worried about your master?” Iris asked, puzzled.

“Worried? Me, for the boss? That’s just not possible,” Urs sighed.

“Quite callous, aren’t you? Is that the extent of your loyalty?” Iris remarked.

“Heh, little miss. You don’t understand a thing about our boss,” Urs said, moving his jaw and gesturing toward Uracan.

While staying vigilant, Iris looked in that direction and was astonished to see Uracan, who should have taken a direct hit from her powerful magic, slowly getting back up. Although his clothes at the point of impact were torn, he had no visible wounds on his body. He stood firmly on his feet, looking unfazed.

“No…!” Iris was left speechless.

She had thought she could at least inflict some damage, if not defeat him. The overwhelming difference in power left Iris feeling a sense of despair.

“Hehehe, what a delightful expression you have. Truly enticing,” Uracan said, licking his lips with a blissful expression. The creepiness of it made Iris shudder and her skin crawl.

“Your attacks will never reach me. Because there is an insurmountable barrier between you and me,” Uracan said, pointing at the center of his chest with his thumb.

There, a shining silver emblem was visible. The characters inscribed on it meant ‘Warlord.’

Seeing the emblem, Iris’s face clouded with concern.

“That’s a Warlord emblem…!”

“Hehe, have you understood? The difference in power between you and me,” Uracan remarked.

There was a vast difference in abilities between those with a Warlord emblem and those without. As an ancient saying goes, “The outcome of war is determined by the number of Warlords, and whether a war occurs is determined by the presence of a king.” This demonstrates the extent of their power, even capable of determining the outcome of wars between nations.

Understanding this, Iris dropped to her knees on the spot, feeling overwhelmed. Faced with formidable individuals who easily slaughtered their own kind and were Warlord emblem bearers, there was no way she could win, even if she stood on her head.

Seeing Iris lose her fighting spirit like that, Uracan’s heart danced with joy.

“The moment when a person’s spirit breaks is always delightful…! Well, even if you try to escape, it’s a hassle. I might as well cut your Achilles’ tendon to make sure. Don’t worry, I’ll heal it neatly later.”

Saying this, Uracan’s subordinate, Spade, slowly approached Iris.

Gripping a large curved sword firmly in his right hand, Spade stood beside Iris.

“Hehe, it’ll only hurt for a moment, miss.”

Saying so, the sword was heartlessly swung down. Iris, who had lost her resistance, tightly closed her eyes, preparing for the pain… but no matter how long she waited, it never came.

“…?”

Puzzled, she slowly opened her eyes, only to find that Spade’s sword had been halted by the sword of a person who had suddenly appeared. Since she could only see their back, she couldn’t make out much, but the person appeared short in stature and didn’t look like an adult. There was only one person who would come to her rescue.

“Ruisha… sama…?”

Iris involuntarily voiced her thoughts.

However, the response she received was unexpected.

“What a shame… it’s not Ru… it’s ME!!”

Saying this, the person in front of her deflected Spade’s sword with their own and delivered a kick to his abdomen. Spade, taken aback by the unexpected counterattack, stepped back, clutching his stomach.

“Who the hell are you?”

Spade asked in irritation at the sudden intruder. To this question, the intruder, brandishing a pink-hued sword, proudly declared their identity.

“I am Charlotte Yuderia! The descendant of proud and noble heroes, here to punish scoundrels like you!!”