Smoke and dust still linger in the coliseum air. The arena is scorched, the battlefield broken. And in the sky, above the shattered crystals, the giant scoreboard now reads:
"Audience Voting Open: Cast Your Approval for the Worthy!"
Teacher Dali, still panting from excitement, grabs the microphone again.
"Now then—demons of Babyls and honored guests! The moment has come! Will you recognize these first-years… as WORTHY DEMONS!?"
The crowd is buzzing, whispering, arguing.
"They were just rank 1s and 2s… right?"
"That red-haired boy with the flame—he's incredible!"
"Iruma… that Sharingan, that sword… even Sabro couldn't stop him."
"And the food girl—she shut down a beast army! Who even does that!?"
From the VIP section, Ameri clenches her seat.
Please… let them see what I saw.
Voting Crystals Light Up
In the center of the arena, two giant floating crystals appear—one golden, one purple. As audience members vote, glowing orbs of light—each representing 1 vote—float up and flow into the purple crystal marked:
Misfit Class – Dark Feather Team
The Votes Begin
50 votes.
The crystal hums with energy.
85 votes.
100.
Cheers erupt from the stands.
"They did it! They passed the bar!"
But it doesn't stop.
123… 150… 210…
Clapping starts to grow.
350.
More light orbs pour in like rain.
500.
Sabro's little sister stands up and yells:
"VOTE FOR THEM, YOU IDIOTS!! THEY'RE AWESOME!"
800… 900…
Dali's jaw drops.
"Th-this is… unprecedented!!"
Sullivan laughs lightly, whispering to Opera.
"Looks like they've stolen a few hearts."
Opera nods. They've come far.
Final Count
As the last orbs float in, the scoreboard freezes and flashes:
Total Audience Votes for Misfit Class – Team Dark Feather: 1,462
The crowd is ROARING.
"THEY GOT OVER A THOUSAND!!"
"THAT'S MORE THAN HALF THE STADIUM!!"
Eiko faints from joy. Ameri silently smiles.
Even Baalam, watching quietly, strokes his chin.
That boy… Iruma. He is so cool.
Teacher Dali is crying now.
"MY STUDENTS!!! 1,462 VOTES!! THAT'S A NEW BABYLS RECORD FOR A FIRST-YEAR CLASS!!"
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The purple crystal explodes into light, signaling absolute approval.
The Misfit Class is officially recognized by the entire student body and the demon world.
They're no longer the misfits in name—
They're the rising stars of Babyls.
As the Misfit Class's purple crystal explodes with light, the golden crystal begins to glow too. After all, this wasn't just about victory—it was about recognition.
Crowd murmurs again:
"That mountain he summoned… Picero's earth magic is insane!"
"Sabro went toe-to-toe with Iruma… and survived. That's king material!"
"Allocer turned into a lion demon?! He was terrifying and cool!!"
Even demons who voted for Iruma admit:
"If it wasn't Iruma's team… I would've voted Golden Fighters."
One by one, light orbs float toward the golden crystal.
80… 120… 190…
The numbers continue to climb.
260… 370…
Teacher Dali is nodding proudly.
"They may not have won, but look at those numbers!"
"Such potential… such passion!!"
Final Count:
Total Audience Votes for Golden Fighter Team: 612
The crystal pulses warmly—not exploding like Iruma's, but radiating strength.
The crowd gives them a standing ovation.
"SABROUUU!!!"
"KERORI-IIII!!!"
Even Clara waves at them and yells:
"YOU GUYS WERE SUPER COOL TOO!!"
Sullivan chuckles and murmurs:
"A worthy rival class… Sabnock sabro will only grow stronger from this."
Opera quietly adds,
"That was no easy victory for Iruma sama."
So the final tally:
Misfit Class –
Team Dark Feather: 1,462 votes
Team Golden Fighter: 612 votes
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The battle was over. The audience had long dispersed, the cheering crowd now only a distant memory echoing through the emptying halls of Babyls. But for the warriors of the day, the aftermath was just beginning.
Inside the infirmary wing of Babyls…
Two hospital beds were placed beside each other, separated only by a curtain now drawn aside.
Iruma lay still, his upper body wrapped in bandages, his arms slightly bruised, and most noticeably—his eyes covered in white gauze.
"Can't see... but at least I can hear the birds…"
In the bed beside him, Sabro rested with his arms folded behind his head, a cocky smile on his face despite the bandages wrapped around his torso and a deep purple bruise along his jaw from the final strike.
"Tch... You really did go all out, huh, Iruma."
"Heh… You didn't hold back either, Sabro." Iruma's voice was weak, but laced with satisfaction.
A few beds down, Allocer lay unconscious, a dull golden glow still flickering from under his sheets. His breathing was shallow, and his once neatly combed hair was now wild and tousled.
Opera entered silently, placing a chart at the end of Allocer's bed.
"His body's mana is destabilizing. Using that Beast Magic—'Lionheart'—took more from him than even he expected," Opera said softly.
Meanwhile, just outside the infirmary…
"So, what did I say, Mother?" Alice stood tall, his arms crossed with pride, looking toward the window of Iruma's room.
His mother, Amaryllis, the dignified and powerful member of the 13 Crowns representing Lust, stood beside him, her long pink hair flowing like silk.
"Iruma truly is something else. He took on Sabnock and Allocer's team and still had strength to push forward."
She gave her son a knowing smile.
"But you're not far behind. You've grown stronger, Alice."
Alice's face twitched with frustration.
"No… If that battle had lasted any longer, I would've lost. Allocer's Beast Magic… it was like his mana just kept growing and growing. And his speed—"
He looked down at his own hand, clenching his fist tightly.
"I've been slacking off. I can't let that happen again."
He turned toward her, eyes determined.
"Mother… help us train. Not just me… Iruma too."
She raised a brow, then smiled gently, proud of her son's humility.
"Very well. For both of you… I'll make time."
Back in the infirmary…
Sabro's voice cut through the silence.
"Next time… I'll win."
Iruma gave a soft smile beneath his bandages.
"I'll be waiting."
Then Iruma said again, "But atleast we all are safe!"
"Yes"
"But today i haven't seen Kirio?"
"Who is that?"
"Ohh! Our partner"
"Hmm"
From a nearby room, Clara peeked through the curtain holding a basket full of random snacks and squishy toys.
"Iruma-Chii! Sabro-Kuns! Want some weird candy and healing jelly?!"
Outside the window, the crescent moon shone over Babyls, casting its silver light on the battlefield that was now quiet.
The Misfit Class had secured their future, and new powers had awakened. But more importantly—rivalries had deepened, and bonds had strengthened.
The room was dim and quiet. Only the soft beeping of the magical health monitor echoed gently in the background.
Iruma sat upright now, his torso slightly leaned against the backrest of the bed. His eyes remained covered in neat white bandages, wrapped carefully under Opera's supervision. Though the wounds weren't serious, the magic strain had temporarily damaged his sight.
From the corner of the room, Sullivan stepped in, his cloak glimmering slightly from starlight leaking through the open window.
"You really gave this old demon a heart attack, my dear Iruma-kun…" Sullivan spoke softly, yet there was undeniable pride in his tone.
He approached the bed and gently ruffled Iruma's blue hair.
"But… you made me proud today. You fought as a noble demon, not just as my grandson."
"I'm glad… Grandpa's happy…"
Opera walked in after, arms behind his back, calm and composed as ever.
"His injuries are minimal. His eyes will heal within a day if he refrains from using visual."
"So, no Rinnegan or Sharingan for now, huh…" Iruma mumbled with a tiny grin.
Sullivan chuckled, but Opera cleared his throat.
"Rest. That's an order."
From the adjacent bed, Sabro stirred and opened one eye. Sitting beside him was his younger sister, Silvia, her small legs dangling off the edge of the chair.
Iruma turned his head gently toward them.
"Thanks for the fight, Sabro. You too, Silvia."
Sabro gave him a smirk.
"Hmph. Next time, I won't go easy."
"You didn't this time either," Iruma replied, chuckling weakly.
Silvia leaned forward, bright-eyed and excited.
"Iruma! Will you meet us tomorrow? Big Brother and me!"
"Sure. I'll be there."
Silvia clapped her hands in delight.
"Yay! I'll bring cookies!"
As Sullivan helped Iruma out of bed to take him home for rest, a faint figure stood quietly near the hallway entrance—Alice, holding a bouquet of flame-shaped blue flowers.
He hesitated at the doorway, his eyes fixed on Iruma's bandaged face.
"Iruma-sama…"
Iruma stopped, though he could not see him, he felt the gentle ripple of mana—the familiar presence.
"Alice. I'm fine. Don't worry."
Alice clenched his jaw, the flowers shaking in his hand.
He can't even see me, yet he knew I was there…
"You always say that, Master… But I'll protect you better next time."
Iruma smiled.
"Then I'll count on you, Alice."
Before they could leave, Alice's mother, Amaryllis, approached—elegant as ever, with a faint glow about her.
She walked to Iruma and gently placed a hand over his heart.
"As one of the Thirteen Crowns, I offer you a blessing… one that will protect your body from the corruption of unholy lust."
A soft pink light shimmered from her hand, sinking gently into Iruma's chest.
He blinked under his bandages.
"It's warm…"
"It will protect your soul," Amaryllis said with a smile, "so that your path remains your own, free of possession or taint… and that your heart, no matter how strong, stays kind."
Opera raised an eyebrow. Sullivan quietly nodded.
Alice stood still, breath caught in awe.
Iruma-sama… even My mom has acknowledged you…
The group departed, with Sullivan holding Iruma close.
The battle was over.