I Misunderstood the Date and Saved the Demon King

19. Thank you, warrior

No matter how you think about it, the club thing was a godsend. I never imagined it would elicit such a reaction.

With a satisfied smile, Lete looked back at the situation of the four demon kings who have now entered the academy.

First of all, Astaroth is doing much better than expected. The magic club is still a gatehouse.

I still go to the wrong side sometimes and the demon nature pops out, but one magic is certain. For the students who were more interested in magic than the demon king, it was a good enough reason to stay in the club.

Of course, it wasn’t without noise.

Some students don’t understand her theory at all, or she expects that she can learn the magic of a war hero, but she doesn’t and she’s disappointed. A few days later, she applied to leave the club.

And the devil vomited the lion’s roar at that fact.

“Oh, mister! These are going to go out in less than a few days, can’t you just snip the neck?! I’m going to cut their necks and hang them in the club room! Bastards!!”

“Why are you playing? Uncle did that! When I came, I did what I wanted, but when I left, I didn’t!!”

Fortunately, it prevented the necks of the expelled students from getting caught in the club room. It was fortunate indeed.

‘Hard-line aristocratic assholes. You guys should thank me.’

Anyway, the concept of a club where “Those who are interested in magic discuss magic” Is well underway. Apparently, the professors of magic are also very positive about the club.

Those humans would be very interested in the magic that the demon king uses right now, so it would be natural.

‘And the other three….’

First of all, from Marmar. As quiet as usual, she joined her reading club.

At the time of joining the club, ‘Asmodians don’t read good things like this. Kudos to the human beings who made this book called Food for the Mind,’ she said, she heard.

Thanks to that, it is only natural that the noses of the club students soared into the sky. And right up to the club entrance.

I used my hair well. I was still clearly aware that the students were literally ‘kids’.

Those scary, powerful demon lords say, ‘Wow, you guys are the best!’, But who wouldn’t like it?

The best story to brag about came in, but there was no way I’d brush it off.

And that was the case with Sitri as well.

After entering the history club, she confidently stood in front of them, saying, “The history of humans who fought to the end without yielding, the elves who did not bend their noble pride, and the dwarves who were tougher than steel. I want to know more about their history!’ She received applause from the club students.

‘If Ashu raised the price by mentioning me, Marrang Sitri raised the price by encouraging students. Anyway, whoever taught me is very smart.’

If Astaroth were by your side, you would think, ‘Your uncle never taught you this? We did it all on our own!”

Lastly, L, um. This silver demon can be said to be a bit of an unusual case.

Unlike her other demon lords, El simply entered the art club with just one word.

“I want to.”

Did she have a sense of something when she heard that? The students asked Elder to draw a picture.

Of course, I didn’t expect much. I wondered how much I would draw if the demon king, who had only committed massacres every day, drew pictures.

But—

“Oh my God.”

“You draw so well!!”

“Aagh! Losing to a demon with a picture!!”

Humans, elves, and dwarves all had to tear their hair and scream.

The drawing drawn by El’s hand boasted more skill than anyone else in the art club.

“By the way, there. Demon King?”

“L.”

“Ah, El. The man standing in the picture….”

“Instructor Lete.”

If you’re Instructor Lethe, the students know it well. I also know that I am a nice enough person.

But… Still, isn’t that too glorified? Wasn’t it enough to see a halo from behind?

I tilted my head for a moment, but I soon cleared my mind. Whatever happens, as long as you draw it well.

After seeing L’s club application work, Lette said hahahaha! She laughed. She honestly portrayed herself so nicely, how could I not feel bad? Of course it’s fun.

But at the time he didn’t know. In the future, while L was in the art club, there was only one topic to draw. She will soon be the only picture that will fill the club room!

Anyway, it all started with Michaela, who presented her opinion of the ‘club’.

Even though she was a hero, she went against her destiny and helped the demon king. How can this be a great thing?

‘I should say thank you for this.’

Before she attended the banquet in the evening, she thought it best to meet her.

She just happened to meet Haniel and Sella Pie and found out that she was sitting at an outdoor table in her dormitory.

“Michaela?”

I went to the outdoor table and saw a red-haired warrior sitting there.

“Heek?! Les, Lord Lethe?”

Michaela hastily hides something behind her back. Fortunately for Lethe, she didn’t seem to see what it was. Even if she had seen it, she hadn’t thought to ask, ‘What is that?’

“Here, why did you come here?!”

“That’s why I want to say thank you.”

“Yes, yes?! Thank you I… Are you talking to me?”

“It’s about the club. The response from students is much more positive than I thought.”

“Ah, ah… I see. Thank god.”

“Thanks to Michaela, my kids are less hated and I can get closer to them. I’m glad you got off to a good start. So thank you so much.”

After saying that, Lethe lightly bowed her head to Michaela. Of course, she waved her hands at Michaela, asking why she was like this, but he didn’t mind that she bowed her head.

You need to know when to take care of your self-esteem and when not to take care of it. And when I expressed my gratitude, it was the latter without a second thought. Lethe knew that through several betrayals and death.

As a bonus, I saw a lot of elves who were taken over by her demons while searching for their pride.

Most of all, isn’t the ‘Hero’ stepping out to help the ‘Demon King’? Defying the fate the world has decided for you. That alone was enough of a reason for Lethe to show her gratitude to her.

It must have been very difficult to make that decision. It was because I was ignoring what I kept hearing from the depths of my heart, saying, “There’s no need for that.” That alone is amazing.

“….”

Michaela looked at her and involuntarily managed to hold back the corners of her mouth trying to rise.

Thank you. Lethe, that war hero. He was someone I admired so much. The opponent that it was a wish to be with on the battlefield. He is saying thanks to himself and saying hello.

I want to know if this is a dream or real. If it’s a dream, it’s kind of sad, and if it’s real, it’s worth calling it a life achievement.

‘Ah.’

Michaela quickly crumpled a piece of paper she was hiding behind her in her haste.

She kept feeling competitive for no reason, and even though she wondered why she was like this, in the end, she was going to pick one and write this document.

[ Application for club establishment ]

*

With exciting music, the banquet announces the beginning.

It was an event that was rarely held during the war. How long have the nobles endured this?

There’s even a joke about their hatred of demons, saying that ‘because they didn’t let us hold a banquet.’

It was said that members of the imperial family would also attend this event today. The main characters are the Crown Princess, 1st Prince, and 2nd Prince.

Because of this, the moderates are the moderates, and the hardliners are the hardliners. They drew all kinds of pictures they wanted and flocked to the banquet hall.

However, the atmosphere between them was extremely different.

“Ha ha ha. Now that all road conditions are stable, my income will increase.”

“I was worried that too many soldiers would get hurt, but how fortunate it is that their bodies have returned.”

“Isn’t it all because God took care of this empire and His Majesty the Emperor?”

hahahahaha, heh heh heh! Of course, those who are smiling are the moderate nobles.

Those who shout that since the war with the demons is over, everything must go back to before the war.

Those who claim that it is right to give up all the privileges held for the reason of war.

Most of them are Imperial aristocrats who have been loyal to the Empire since the beginning. In addition, they are the biggest supporters of the current Crown Princess.

“The mercenaries we had this time for non-payment of wages….”

“I don’t know what to do with the sack equipment that I have paid off at best.”

“Did you hear about the academy? I heard that the demon lords are getting along well among the students.”

On the contrary, those who tried hard to smile but couldn’t smile at all were hardliners.

Aristocrats or local powers from previous countries that surrendered or were absorbed as the empire grew.

Those who took advantage of the weakening of the power of the imperial family due to the war with the demons afterward.

Then the war suddenly ended and we had to spit out everything we were holding.

It would have been better if it had ended slowly and with a hint of completion.

Because I would have had the time and money to take care of the things I’ve done so far.

But since it all happened in an instant, I couldn’t afford it at all.

As a result, they decided to empower the princes who were keeping her crown princess in check.

In this situation where the emperor’s health is not good, the way to survive is opened by somehow changing the succession structure.

It is the same with the princes who want a strong imperial power, but at least they can put something called ‘debt’ on the other hand, isn’t it the crown princess?

“The second prince is eating.”

“The 1st Prince has arrived.”

“Her Highness the Crown Princess has arrived.”

The crown princess and the princes, who can be said to be the center of gravity of each faction, arrive one after another.

As the moderates and the hardliners do, they also treat each other with a smile on the outside. Hidden behind a dagger and a rope to pressure the opponent.

Amidst the trembling silent war, a new wind blows.

“Degrading the prince. That man….”

From the point of view of the hardliners, I raised him diligently, and he became the same person with a knife in his back.

“Your Highness the Crown Princess.”

For the moderates, the man who presented the best moment to pressure the hardliners came.

“Sir Lethe has arrived.”