The Misfit of Demon King Academy (WN)

He used the order of the God of Brilliance Giosselia to circle around me, and repaired his broken Sword of Divine Snow with lunar snowdrops.

“I, who am immune to every attack, and you, who defend against every attack. At first glance, it seems that we are evenly matched, but I need no divine message to know which of us is superior.” (Ahid)

“Hmm. That’s certainly true. It doesn’t matter how indestructible your divine body may be when it has such a glaring weakness. I don’t even need to attack you to hurt you.” (Anos)

“Foolish heretic. As a devout messenger of the gods, I will not say it, but I believe this is what people call being a sore loser.” (Ahid)

Lunar snowdrops overflowed from Ahid’s body and sparkled up into the sky.

The snowflakes fluttered away on the wind, falling not only on Everastanzetta, but also on the entire holy city of Gaelahesta.

“You claimed that I failed to draw out the true power of Altiertonoa. In that case, I will demonstrate its true potential here, and end this.” (Ahid)

I saw Arcana gasp from the corner of my eye.

“People will be buried under the falling lunar snowdrops, thus returning their souls back to Equis. As the death toll increases, the Moon of Creation will shine more brightly, and the true moonlight emanating from the Sword of the Almighty Leviangilma will illuminate all the heretics.” (Ahid)

『Ahid. Gaelahesta is the place where the non-aggression pact was made. Do not use the draconids as offerings for the Selection Judgment.』(Arcana)

“Arcana, my Selection God. I repent. Please forgive me for acting out of ignorance. But as a believer, I can never forgive this heretic for turning against god. Even if it means disobeying your divine message.” (Ahid)

Arcana gave him a sad, indescribable look.

He was irredeemable, but she still wanted to save him.

“My deity, I have repented. Will you not grant me forgiveness? You, my deity.” (Ahid)

With her eyes downcast and a helpless look on her face, Arcana quietly opened her mouth.

『Ahid the oracle. May you find salva—』(Arcana)

“You said you were looking for an answer.” (Anos)

Arcana turned around upon hearing me.

“An answer to the question of whether the almighty one can make a sword that no one can ever draw.” (Anos)

I grabbed the Sword of the Almighty, which floated in front of me.

“In other words, the question is: can the almighty one save everyone?” (Anos)

With Leviangilma in one hand, I stared at Ahid, who was moving at the speed of light.

“When salvation for some means destruction for others, whether he saves the former or not, the almighty one can’t be almighty.” (Anos)

When Ahid extended his hand toward me, countless icicles shot out with great force.

The ice blades, which attacked me from every direction without leaving any opening, were repelled by my spherical <Four Worlds Wall Beno Ievun> barrier.

A moment later, a white sword flash ran through my barrier, cutting through it.

“It appears that swinging it at this speed allows me to cut through.” (Ahid)

“What about it?” (Anos)

With <Source Kill Vebzud>-coated fingers, I slashed down his snow sword at its source.

Ahid discarded it and extended his right hand directly to me.

The <Four Worlds Wall Beno Ievun> I was clad in, however, couldn’t harm Ahid’s divine body, which has received the blessing of Leviangilma.

His fingertip pierced my heart, and fresh blood splattered.

“The fact that this divine body cannot be injured makes it the greatest weapon. The cause of your defeat was your overconfidence in believing you knew everything. That is, you were ignorant of your own ignorance.” (Ahid)

Ahid gripped my heart tightly, crushed it along with my source, and withdrew his right hand.

“It seems you were never a match for a follower of the divine messages such as I.” (Ahid)

When Ahid turned around, Arcana cast a stern gaze on him.

“O Arcana, my Selection God. Please forgive me. I merely pretended to try and destroy the people of Gaelahesta in order to fool the Misfit into thinking that there was no other way to defeat him. It was never my intention to do such a thing.” (Ahid)

He put his hands together, as if in penitence.

“Oh really? Then why don’t you hurry up and stop scattering those lunar snowdrops?” (Anos)

He turned in the direction of my voice.

I was standing right before him, unharmed.

“You may have the Magic Eyes of a god, but unlike Arcana, you can’t see a thing. Take a good look at what you’ve actually grasped and pulled out.” (Anos)

I dispelled my <Illusion Mimicry Lynel> spell, revealing the object he was clutching in his hand.

It was the Sword of the Almighty Leviangilma, its silvery white blade shining brightly.

He thought he had crushed my heart.

But in fact, he had grasped the hilt of Leviangilma, and pulled it out of its sheath.

The source that he thought he had destroyed was also a fake I made using the <Source Womb Eleonore> spell.

Arcana probably noticed, though. But she couldn’t deliver her divine message in that split second.

“If the Sword of the Almighty is unsheathed, its power will annihilate the source of the one who draws it in the present, past, and future.” (Anos)

“…This cannot… be…!” Ahid muttered in dismay, looking astonished.

“…Such a… Such a thing… cannot be…” (Ahid)

Unable to utter a word, his lips quivered, and only let his wordless voice escape.

“Can the almighty one make a sword that no one can ever draw? Let’s say you, the one who created Leviangilma, are the almighty one. When the Almighty pulls out the Sword of the Almighty, the existence of the almighty one will disappear from the past.” (Anos)

Ahid listened to my words with a look of utter disbelief.

His expression was tinged with fear.

“No one can draw the Sword of the Almighty. In other words, there is no almighty one. There is no one who can save everyone. This realization is the judgment of the Selection God Arcana.” (Anos)

Facing Arcana, I asked her.

“Isn’t that right?” (Anos)

She nodded.

“No god can be almighty. He who knows this is worthy to be the Proxy.” (Arcana)

Ahid’s face turns pale.

He must’ve been unable to bear the incoming sound of death’s footsteps.

“Ugh…! Ahh…! A-Aahhh…! Aahh…!” (Ahid)

He staggered over and put his hands on the floor.

“B… BLEHH…!!” (Ahid)

And then he vomited.

“BLEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGH…! URP…! AAHHH…! BLUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH…!!!” (Ahid)

Whoever drew the Sword of the Almighty would be annihilated.

While ruffling his own hair like a lunatic, Ahid spat out his gastric juices.

“What I call that isn’t awareness of your own ignorance, but just stupidity.” (Anos)

Then I spoke to Arcana, who gave Ahid a sad look.

“Tell him. This is just pathetic.” (Anos)

『Ahid the Oracle. Do not be afraid. You will not die. What you hold in your hand isn’t Leviangilma.』(Arcana)

While covered in vomit, Ahid looked with astonishment at the divine sword in his own hand.

“This is a fake I made with my magic. The real one is here.” (Anos)

Using <Illusion Mimicry Lynel> and <Concealed Magic Power Najila>, I revealed the Sword of the Almighty Leviangilma.

“If you had been holding this sword instead of the fake one, you would’ve perished long ago.” (Anos)

Ahid stood up with a stunned look on his face.

“What’s the matter? Feeling better already?” (Anos)

I cleared my throat as I laughed.

“For a man with an immortal body, you seem to have a rather feeble heart.” (Anos)

Ahid glared at me angrily, but inexplicably.

“…I do not know what you are scheming, but the fact that I am alive is entirely due to the guidance of the gods. This fortune, this fortuitous chance, is what makes me the Oracle…” (Ahid)

“Hehehe… Hahahahaha! What kind of misunderstanding is going through your head this time? If you think this is your salvation, then you’re sorely mistaken.” (Anos)

At these words, his immortal body shuddered.

“Your hell is only about to begin.” (Anos)

I took hold of Leviangilmas sheath, and gently wrapped my left hand around its hilt.

“Can the almighty one make a sword that no one can draw? Is there no almighty one?” (Anos)

I spoke to Arcana as I held the divine sword.

“I gave you one possible answer just now, Arcana, but that was just a guess at what you think about it.” (Anos)

I cast a small glance at her and saw that Arcana was intently listening to my words.

There was no such thing as an almighty one.

While she was aware of this, she still craved for something else.

A different answer to that question.

“I’ll give you my answer now. Whether you agree with it or not is up to you.” (Anos)