The Misfit of Demon King Academy (WN)
chapter-55-2

“…….Ku……….ah……..”

Misa leaks a pained sigh.

“Fumu. As expected, the wavelengths from your rumours and legends don’t match.”

Different forces are mixing into Sheila’s origin and making her worse.

“…..Wha….what should I do…..?”

“Don’t be impatient. Concentrate on your magic or you can’t save her.”

While watching Sheila’s symptoms I start altering <Lilia’s> magic formula bit by bit.

It starts to convert the power produced by the rumours and legends into Sheila’s wavelength.

Since I have virtually no knowledge about spirits my only choice is to go by the round robin method.

I focused my demon eyes into abyss so as not to miss even the tiniest of variations.

One minute passes.

The body of Sheila is even more thinner and transparent than when we started. She can’t speak anymore.

Three more minutes pass.

Sheila is about to disappear.

“…….God…….”

Misa joins her hands and starts praying.

“If you are going to pray then pray to me. Those fellows have never given the miracles that people wanted.”

At that time the transparency of Sheila’s body that was getting worse had stopped.

“Fumu. Somewhere around here? I’ve finally found it.”

I zero in on that wavelength and start fine-tuning it.

“Ah…….”

Misa’s voice leaks out.

Ever so slightly Sheila’s body begins to regain colour.

“……….As expected……. When you came you didn’t even know what the illness was let alone how to cure it.”

Misa’s spilt words like she couldn’t believe what was happening in front of her eyes.

“Don’t relax. If you aren’t careful it will be over in an instant.”

I very carefully rearrange the formula of <Lilia>.

Bit by bit the body of Sheila gradually recovers, however, Misa had a pained expression.

Her origin continues to be depleted of spirit magic.

“Are you okay?”

“………..Yes. Don’t worry about me………I can still go on………..”

Misa smiles.

I can clearly see she’s overdoing it but we cannot guarantee the stabilisation of Sheila if we stop now.

A number of minutes pass and it finally feels like its starting to settle down.

It’s still a bit of a tightrope walk but its only a matter of time now. I honestly don’t know what would happen if I mess up the magic even a little bit here.

At that moment I noticed something and turned my consciousness to another place.

“……..What’s wrong?”

“My mother is being followed.”

“Eh…….?”

It seems like it’s on the road back to my home. This part of the route home is still busy with people but just after this, it will go much quieter.

“It would be fine if she was only being followed but this seems different.”

The magical power of the mazoku following my mother is strangely excited. Its most likely motivation.

What’s their aim? My sword or my mother?

If they are intending to take my mother hostage their hostility is very low.

“Let’s go help.”

“Of course but let’s wait a few minutes. I need to keep my eyes on Sheila.”

There are a number of fan union girls near my mother but the magical power of the mazoku following them is much stronger.

Even though there’s a number of them they won’t even be classed as opponents.

I’m familiar with the wavelength of this proud but disturbed magical power.

Yeah, there’s no doubt…..

“Emilia.”

“Eh?”

Yare yare. What are you doing?

Using my distance sight I stare at the place where my mother is.