Chapter 97
Chapter 97
Heir of the Demon King? And That Astonishing Capability
“So my mother became the Empress Dowager of the demon race?”
“Do you understand what it means, that being you people call a Saint?”
“What does it mean?”
“A chosen one selected by the envoy of the Trinity. In other words, an existence that corresponds to our Divine King.”
The Demon King and the Saint—each were beings chosen by a god from their respective sides. They were like mirror opposites.
“In other words…”
“Yes. In our land of Garmhau, there is a prophecy.”
“A prophecy?”
“A child born between the Saint and the Divine King will become the true Ender—one who will bring an end to the war between our two races.”
It was not an officially recognized prophecy. But no matter how much it was suppressed, trampled, and forbidden, it continued to survive through oral tradition.
For generations of Demon Kings, it was nothing short of absurd.
“You will not end the war. The one who will is the child born with a Saint.”
Naturally, it was something they wanted erased.
Yet it endured—and now, through Saint Flora, it had become reality.
Idnia was stunned.
‘Wait… then that means I also have a claim to the Demon King’s succession?’
Kais nodded, pleased to finally see genuine shock on her usually composed face.
“From the human perspective, Idnia Katze Betelgeuse… you might be seen as the ultimate Demon King who will bring everything to an end.”
“And the same goes for the fanatics on our side. To them, either you or Prince Caesar is the rightful ruler.”
“Though, to be honest, they favor Caesar. He inherited not only the spirit but also the blood of our former king.”
“We value spirit over blood… but that doesn’t mean blood is meaningless.”
“So I… could become the Divine King of Garmhau?”
At that, Veras immediately objected.
“That is absurd, Your Highness! We serve you precisely because we do not believe in such nonsense!”
“It is because fools cling to that prophecy that this ugly civil war exists—and that woman, the Empress Dowager, manipulates everything!”
His voice trembled with anger.
It wasn’t just him. The others also showed clear displeasure at the mention of Flora.
Idnia spoke calmly.
“From my perspective… if I stand with your faction, I could weaken Prince Caesar’s legitimacy.”
“Because I am also a child born between a Saint and the Demon King.”
“That’s right. You would be a great asset.”
“But from my side, I can’t just decide without hearing the other offer as well, can I?”
Kais burst into laughter.
“That’s true.”
His subordinates, however, remained silent.
Because they knew—if they were in her position, they would do the same.
And more importantly…
Idnia had no reason to rush.
“I’ve learned what I needed to know.”
“Thank you for answering honestly.”
“But I’d like to postpone my decision.”
“Is that acceptable?”
“…Wait.”
Linser stepped forward, blocking her path.
“Your Highness, please permit limit release. I will subdue her and bring her to our side.”
“We cannot let her go after revealing this much.”
Kais frowned.
“Foolishness.”
“You cannot win her loyalty through force. You understand that much, don’t you?”
“Even if not loyalty, securing her alone would be beneficial—”
“Enough.”
“I will not allow it.”
Kais’s voice was absolute.
“Be grateful that Lord Gimel granted you this opportunity at all.”
“And apologize. You dragged her into this pointless test.”
Linser bit her lip.
“We only wished to confirm whether she truly inherited the Divine King’s spirit…”
“And yet you couldn’t even bring it out.”
“Instead, you were crushed by her Tyrant Aura.”
“Have some shame.”
Kais then turned to Idnia and bowed his head slightly.
“I apologize for wasting your time.”
“But as a ruler, I cannot ignore my subordinates’ requests entirely.”
“I will make it up to you.”
“No, it’s fine,” Idnia replied calmly.
“I gained valuable information.”
“And I hope Kamain recovers without any lasting damage.”
“…Ha.”
Kais laughed, then snapped his fingers.
The barrier shattered.
In an instant, the carriage reappeared before her—and alongside it stood Rudolf, Karl, Lorenzo, and Marie, all visibly shaken.
Guards with hunting hounds surrounded the area.
It seemed she had been missing for a while.
“Idnia!”
“What happened? You suddenly vanished!”
Rudolf and Lorenzo rushed to her.
‘So time still flowed outside the barrier…’
Idnia clicked her tongue internally.
‘How am I supposed to explain this?’
‘I can’t exactly say I might be the Demon King’s successor.’
Just then, an unexpected savior appeared.
“The imperial defensive barrier malfunctioned. We deeply apologize.”
The palace guards bowed.
“A malfunction?” Rudolf frowned.
“There shouldn’t even be a barrier in the guest passage.”
“And why only her?”
Karl added suspiciously.
But Idnia simply nodded.
“Let’s go with that.”
She had already figured it out.
‘Emperor Franz… you sly old fox.’
‘He allowed the demons to test me.’
Which meant—
Her use of Tyrant Aura had definitely been seen.
“Anyway,” she said casually,
“The food didn’t melt, right?”
“…No.”
“Good. Then let’s get moving.”
“The Wizard Ball match must be over by now.”
Silence fell.
After Returning to the Academy
“…Was there even a point to riding the carriage?”
Marie muttered as the scenery instantly shifted to the academy plaza.
“Looks like classes are over,” Idnia said.
“I wonder how the match went.”
“It was a disaster.”
A cold voice answered.
Buremheid appeared.
“A disaster? How bad—”
“A mercy rule loss.”
“The pitcher couldn’t throw strikes, the catcher couldn’t catch, and throws were a mess.”
“They just walked in run after run.”
“It was torture to watch.”
“…Ah.”
“Well, at least the opponents understood our situation.”
“Otherwise they might’ve refused a rematch entirely.”
“That’s allowed?”
“It’s a fourth division league. Schedules are… flexible.”
“Here.”
He handed over a newspaper draft.
The headline read:
“Dunaise Academy Crushed After 30 Years—Defeated 0 to 30 by Civil Service Candidates.”
“An utterly one-sided massacre.”
“…Wow.”
Idnia skimmed it.
“So we lost because Isolde disappeared mid-game?”
“Yes.”
“Who called her away?”
“A relative from her mother’s side.”
Buremheid glared.
“You didn’t treat this match as an excuse to go out, did you?”
“…Sorry.”
“But wasn’t scheduling a match without training the real problem?” Idnia countered.
“…What?”
“If students lose like this publicly, they might lose motivation entirely.”
That hit him hard.
“…We have another match in three days.”
“Against who?”
“Gymnasium 461 Sword Academy.”
“…That’s allowed too?”
“Fourth division.”
He sighed.
“We need to improve the team fast.”
“I’ll handle morale,” Idnia said.
“In that case… give them something.”
“Something? After that humiliation?”
“Yes.”
“This is when it matters most.”
“If you just stay angry, the students will quit.”
“They don’t need Wizard Ball. They just need to graduate.”
Buremheid clenched his teeth.
‘This girl…’
The infamous tyrant, Dragonlord Buremheid—
Was being completely handled by a single student.
.