The Misfit of Demon King Academy (WN)
chapter-129-2

“Rina looks like her.”

“There’s a similar person.”

The Titi’s raise their voices.

“Another person….?” (Rina)

The Titi’s fly back to Rina again.

“Reno.”

“You look like Reno.”

“The great spirit.”

“Mother of all spirits.”

Now that you mention it their atmosphere is similar, however, even my demon eyes cannot see the face behind the hood. It might not actually be a normal hood but could be part of her as a spirit.

There’s nothing in Reno’s lore about her wearing a hood to hide her face though.

“But Reno’s gone now.”

“She’s dead.”

“I’m sad.”

“We can never see her again.”

Misa stops in her tracks and Ray gently toucher her back.

She smiles and says “……I’m okay.” before starting walking again.

So the great spirit Reno is dead?

If what Zeke said is true then Misa is the biological child of the great spirit Reno so she was alive at least 15 years ago

How did she die in this peaceful world?

She was called the great spirit because of the rumours and lore that persisted.

Certainly, after 2000 years any rumour or tradition can be destroyed but if she survived up until 15 years ago then her lore and traditions had been passed down until then.

I also don’t think she could have been taken down easily in a fight either.

“When did she die?” (Arnos)

The Titi drop their heads in thought.

“When was it?”

“A few years ago?”

“Maybe more?”

“2000 years ago?”

“I’ve forgotten.”

There’s a big difference between a few years ago and 2000 years ago. Oh well. When it comes to the Titi it’s best to take everything they say with a grain of salt anyway.

“Eh?”

“Huh?”

“Smells like Reno.”

“The smell of Reno.”

While saying this the Titi fly closer To Misa

“What’s your name?”

“What are you called?”

“Reno?”

“Did Reno revive?”

Misa laughs in a troubled tone.

“Let’s see. I’m called Misa. I’m not Reno.” (Misa)

The Titi began flying around Misa happily waving their Arnos poles around.

“Are you Reno’s child?”

“Her true child? Her own child?”

“Reno’s child was called Misa.”

“It was. It was called Misa.”

Misa jumps on their words.

“Are you sure!” (Misa)

The Titi just look off into the distance and feign ignorance.

“It was Misa right?”

“Or was it Sami?”

“Meesa sounds more right.”

“It was something like that.”

Misa looks down in disappointment but quickly shakes her head to regain her composure.

“Erm, do you know who the father of Reno’s child is?” (Misa)

A couple of Titi’s come close to Misa’s face and stare at her.

“Father is a secret.”

“Were not supposed to say.”

“The spirit king said so.”

“A good king who protects everyone.”

“Titi’s like the king.”

“All spirits love the king.”

It doesn’t look like the Titit’s will say who it is.

Misa withdraws as if giving up.

“Who is the spirit king?” (Arnos)

“Eh?”

The Titi’s raise their voices and scatter.

“Who is the spirit king?”

“Who?”

“The king is the king.”

“A great man.”

The Titi’s break up and fly off towards an incredibly huge tree.

“Wow. It’s huge and thick.” (Eleonor)

“….Amaz….ing….” (Zeshia)

Eleonor and Zeshia stop and look up. It’s so big there’s no end in sight. It continues up, breaks through the clouds and looks like it will pierce the heavens.

It’s certainly an unusual tree. The trunk thickness is easily the same as Deruzogedo. It’s hard to even contemplate that this is a normal tree.

“We’re here.”

“Arrived.”

“Spirit school.”

“The great tree Eniyunien.”

Scattering sparkling scales and phosphorescence the fairies fly to the front of the tree.

There was a hole in the front of the tree with vines hanging down forming a sort of curtain.

Following the fairies, we pass through the vines and enter the passageway behind. Inside was basically a wooden cave followed by a bunch of maze-like passageways.

We follow our fairy guides through the maze-like area and eventually a large space opens up in front of us with a spiral staircase so long you can’t see the end. It just seems to go up and up forever.

The Titi flew right to the back of the space where a large door was located.

“Here.”

“Classroom where everyone is.”

“I study here all the time.”

“Demon lords men are here?”

“Inside.”

“Mazoku from 2000 years ago.”

I open the door and enter inside.

At first glance, it looks like a courtyard.

Stump-like chairs were arranged on the ground where grass and flowers grew, and a large tree grew where the podium was.

However.

“Huh?”

“Empty?”

“Where is everyone?”

“Spirited away?”

The mazoku from 2000 years ago was nowhere to be found.