In the spotlight.
The young man wearing the white Emperor's Light uniform walked step by step towards the black and red King's High Seat.
The pace is leisurely, neither hasty nor slow.
The auditoriums on all sides were filled with students, parents, and visitors from outside the school.
Only the King's High Seat stood alone and occupied a large space.
Shuji Tsushima stopped Scotland from trying to sit alone in the corner.
"This is Master Tsushima's Demon King's throne..." Although this doesn't look good, but... hahahaha.
"I... I'm a little afraid to go there." Scotland covered the lower half of his face and said sheepishly.
This kind of glory... Kaa, wouldn't you enjoy it alone?
As an adult, I really...can't take it.
Scotland's heart is heavy.
"Midorikawa-kun..." Tsushima Shuji's expression was also very solemn.
"The Demon King should have servants...ah no, he should have followers." Tsushima Shuji said in a serious tone.
Kaa, you just... said the word servant, right?
That’s what you’re thinking...
Scotland thought for a moment and found that he could not refute.
After all, he has already been called Master Tsushima.
I'm afraid Zero also...
Thinking that his friend had been the other's servant before him, Scotland felt balanced in his heart.
Kao was right. After all, Midorikawa Mu's current identity is Master Tsushima's... assistant? Servant?
Scotland, who couldn't help but think about his own position, fell into deep thought again.
"So, I decided that the identity of the follower of the Demon King will be handed over to you, Midorikawa-kun..." Tsushima Shuji patted Scotland on the shoulder with a serious expression.
"If Tsushima-kun is willing! In fact... I... I don't mind being Tsushima-kun's follower!" The head of the Kyudo Department on the side was selling himself crazily.
While looking suspiciously at the man with black hair and phoenix eyes, he looked up and down.
Minister: I don’t think you are suitable to be Tsushima-kun’s follower. I am more suitable than you.
Scotland, who was being looked at by the opponent:...
Are today's children... so fanatical about their classmates?
And...the other students had already left first, and only the other party was still there.
If the others were still there, I'm afraid they would be looked at...
It will make people's scalp numb even more.
Scotland thought.
"This is inappropriate, Minister..." The melancholy-looking young man frowned.
"As a classmate, I want you to be my follower or something..." He sounded embarrassed.
"It's really rude." He closed his iris-colored left eye and shook his head.
"Tsushima-kun..." The minister's face was filled with emotion.
Minister: Does Tsushima-kun regard us as friends? So you won’t let your friends play supporting roles beside you? ! ! As expected of Tsushima-kun! So gentle woo woo woo...
The villain in the minister bit his handkerchief and was moved to tears.
In reality, he couldn't help but be moved to tears.
Tsujima Shuji: ...vomit...
He immediately turned his head away from the other person.
The minister wiped his tears and nose, and was moved again.
Minister: It must be that I look too rude the way I look now! Tsushima-kun is afraid that I will be embarrassed later! So you didn’t look at mine on purpose!
So gentle, Master Tsushima! ! ! /Breaking sound
"Don't betray my trust, Midorikawa-kun." Tsushima Shuji looked at Scotland, the expression on his face was full of trust.
Scotland: This trust is so heavy.
"I understand, come on, Master Tsushima." Scotland nodded with a sad expression, his eyes seemed to be looking at the heroic man who was about to generously serve for justice.
Zero said he was coming too.
You should now be ready to take your photo.
Good luck, Kaa.
In response to everyone's expectations, the young man in white uniform finally walked to the edge of the distinctive seat.
"Tsushima-kun!" A group of people suddenly jumped out from all around. They were the other students who had taken the first step before.
At this moment, some of them changed into sportswear, while others changed into cheerleading clothes.
There is a black band tied around the head, with the word "win" written in red letters.
The word "Devil" was written in black letters on the back and chest of the white sportswear.
Someone even came up to Shuji Tsushima with a red cloak and put it on for him.
Someone else brought out a golden crown from nowhere and handed it to Shuji Tsushima.
"Your Majesty, please put on the crown for yourself." The classmate holding the crown said in a dramatic voice.
Shuji Tsushima: I’m starting to find it interesting.
Get ready to immigrate to Mars now.
Change the planet and start a new life.
"...Okay." The young man stretched out his hand, casually took the crown and put it on his head.
"Is that so?" He tilted his head and asked, wearing a crown.
"It suits you perfectly!!!" the person who handed him the crown said excitedly.
"Your Majesty, please take your scepter." A man was half-kneeling and raised the black-red wooden scepter.
Shuji Tsushima: ...It’s so perfect.
Scotland: Hahahaha, these students from Kao are really well prepared.
Wearing a white suit and uniform, a red cape, a gorgeous crown, and a snow-white bandage on his right eye, the boy's iris-colored left eye glanced around the classmates in front of him.
Ranwen
It was as if a proud demon king was patrolling his people.
He reached out his hand unhurriedly and firmly grasped the scepter that was held high above his head.
"Please sit on your throne! Your Majesty!" The minister rushed out and said.
So the young man turned around and sat on the throne elegantly and calmly.
Holding the scepter in one hand and placing the other on the handle of the throne, he supported his chin, crossed his legs, and looked at the audience with a cold expression.
"As expected of Master Tsushima!!! Innate nobility!! This outfit suits him so well!!!" Someone screamed and gave a thumbs up to the person who made the suggestion.
The head of the Archery Department responded with a tacit smile.
"Bring me victory..." The young man on the throne spoke arrogantly.
"My people." His voice was low.
"Yes!!! Your Majesty the Demon King!!!" Everyone who was about to participate in the competition looked at each other with starry eyes.
Shuji Tsushima: Although it’s very…, but…it’s worthy of me! Super stable~
"You are a follower of His Majesty the Demon King..." Someone came to Midorikawa Wu with a cold tone.
"Ah... indeed..." The black-haired man looked helpless.
"Here, take it." The other party handed him a silver tray with small cakes and juice on it.
"This is an offering to His Majesty the Demon King. You are not allowed to eat it secretly." They reminded them with vigilance before leaving.
Scotland:……
"I know." He smiled helplessly.
Then he stood next to Tsushima Shuji who was sitting on the throne, holding the tray.
I didn't expect Kaa to accept it so quickly.
Is it because they are all of the same age?
Think so.
A group of girls in cheerleading uniforms took their place behind the throne.
Holding the colored ball in his hand, he danced vigorously in cheerleading.
"Come on, come on! Demon King's Army!!!"
Scotland: ...The Demon King's Army...what is it again?
As I get older, I really don’t understand today’s junior high school students.
"Hmph, you danced quite beautifully." The young man on the throne snapped his fingers, and the cheerleaders who were working hard to cheer stopped immediately.
But I heard him praise him in an uplifting tone, as if he was pleased.
"Go on, provide me with more fun." The boy who is the Demon King said.
"Yes!!!" The cheerleading girls responded excitedly, holding their faces in their hands.
Ahhhhh, Tsushima-kun is so handsome, so handsome, so handsome! ! !
So they sang and danced even harder.
Tsushima Shuji: Sure enough, if you face it with Atobe Keigo’s response, there will definitely be no problems~
Today I am Atobe Shuji?
…
"how to say……"
"Suddenly there is so much pressure..."
"That class... is so cunning!!"
"You actually let Master Tsushima suppress us!!"
The participating members of other classes looked at the unique throne on the audience stage and the elegant and scornful young man sitting on it, and roared unwillingly.
