After the team battle had concluded, a new day dawned, and with it came a new lesson. The classroom was still buzzing with leftover tension and curiosity, but all fell silent as Erdomaid—no, Nosgalia in his borrowed form—stepped to the front.
"There is proper order in this world," Nosgalia began, his voice calm but absolute. "That is the logic which governs all existence."
He raised a hand, and glowing script etched itself into the air, floating like divine commandments on an unseen board.
"Why fire burns, why objects fall, even why humans remain anchored to this earth. These things do not occur by chance. They exist because of order."
The students leaned forward, captivated.
"And the ones who maintain this order," Nosgalia continued, "are the gods. Each god represents a pillar of logic, and their combined will forms the bedrock of reality."
He gestured, and the board shimmered, revealing an ancient tableau.
"During the Mythical Age, the world was on the brink of collapse. Life clung to existence. Chaos reigned. And at its center was the Goddess of Destruction—Abernyu."
He turned to face the students, his tone solemn.
"To save the world, the Demon King of Tyranny stood against her. He seized her power of annihilation and cast her down."
Murmurs spread among the students.
"The place she fell became the Demon Palace—Delsgade. Her power, once capable of ending everything, was reforged into the Magic Sword of Destruction: Venuzdnor. From ruin came survival. But without destruction, there could be no rebirth. Without rebirth—no order."
He paused for effect, then continued.
"The gods, displeased, declared that such disruption was intolerable. So they forged a new order—one that would destroy the Demon King of Tyranny."
A scoff broke the tension.
"The gods? Are we reading fairy tales now?" sneered a rotund student clad in royal insignia.
Nosgalia didn't blink.
"Then let me educate the ignorant," he said, his voice now laced with divine judgment. "I am Nosgalia, the Heavenly Father God. I am the very concept of order that gives rise to gods!"
A radiant aura erupted from his form, divine energy pressing against the walls and floors of the classroom. Students gasped, shielding their eyes. Misha blinked in disbelief.
"Wait... Erdomaid is a god?" she asked.
"I thought he was a demon from 2000 years ago," Sasha added warily.
"Hah! As if. What a joke," mocked the royal student again.
Suddenly, collars of pure light clamped onto the necks of every student—excluding Anos and his companions. The divine chains squeezed tight, cutting off breath, light flaring ominously at their throats.
Cries of panic and choked sobs filled the room. Some begged for help, others for forgiveness—but none could speak clearly through their constricted windpipes. Ri-hyun, however, sat completely calm, his eyes flickering with cool curiosity.
"Let go of your hostility," Anos said calmly, rising. "You'll be fine... as long as you don't intend harm."
Misha glanced at Ri-hyun. The boy hadn't flinched. He was watching the collar—examining it—as if studying a spell, not wearing a noose.
Nosgalia turned to Anos.
"O Demon King of Tyranny," he declared, "the order that shall destroy you... walks these halls. The Child of God is here!"
Anos stared at him, unbothered.
"How thoughtful of you to point that out," he said. "Now, what exactly are you scheming?"
"To restore absolute order," Nosgalia replied without hesitation. "This flawed world must return to its original harmony."
Anos narrowed his eyes.
"Let them go. You gain nothing by choking children."
"It is logical. Their deaths maintain balance."
"Is that so?" Anos stepped forward. A swirling black vortex appeared beneath him, and from it rose a blade of darkness. He gripped it, its edge humming with raw power.
"Shall we test your logic?"
Nosgalia didn't move. "You carry Venuzdnor, the blade that can destroy even gods and logic itself. But if you strike me—the Heavenly Father God—this world will collapse. You love this world, don't you?"
His words hung in the air—until another voice broke the silence.
"Wait."
Ri-hyun stood, casually ripping off the divine collar like paper.
"I owe this man a debt," he said, stepping forward.
From the ground beside him, another sword ascended. A sleek, hiltless blade wrapped in silver threads that shimmered with celestial energy.
"That sword..." Anos's eyes widened. "That's—"
"Ascalon," Ri-hyun confirmed. "The Divine War Blade of Unity."
Nosgalia's face contorted in disbelief. "Impossible! I rewrote your fate. I erased you from existence—your source!"
Gasps filled the classroom. Sasha, Misa, even the usually composed members of Anos's fan union, stared in stunned awe.
Unfazed, Ri-hyun descended the steps. Ascalon pulsed in his hand. Without warning, he drove it straight into Nosgalia's chest. The god reeled, his body refusing to repel the blow.
"You said gods preserve order," Ri-hyun said coldly. "Then let me clarify—I am the order of war. I decide who lives and who dies."
Nosgalia struggled, trying to grasp the blade. "What are you...?"
Ri-hyun didn't answer. Instead, he twisted the sword, channeling black light through Nosgalia's form.
"I'm severing your unity from your logic of existence."
With a final cry, Nosgalia disintegrated into black particles. Ascalon vanished in a beam of silver light.
But Anos wasn't done.
"Agronemt," he chanted. A red and black magic circle flared beneath the floor. Moments later, Nosgalia reappeared—whole, disoriented, and furious.
"My source..." he gasped. "You spared it?"
"I left you with ten percent," Anos replied. "Any less, and your death would've brought this world down with it."
Nosgalia's hands trembled. "You couldn't do this before..."
"True," Anos said. "But reincarnating into a peaceful age has taught me something new—restraint."
Nosgalia glared but did not speak.
"Now behave," Anos said. "Continue your lesson. I'll be watching."
Ri-hyun and Anos returned to their seats. The divine tension slowly dissipated, and the class resumed as if nothing had happened—except everything had changed.
After dismissal, Misha turned to Anos. "That was... something else. The instructor just declared himself a god."
"But what really shocked me," Sasha said, looking past Anos, "was him." She pointed at Ri-hyun.
"To think you're the Martial God we were just learning about yesterday."
Ri-hyun shrugged. "Wasn't planning to reveal it. But once Anos stepped in, I figured I might as well be honest."
"The gods have different values from us," Eleanore said thoughtfully. "Their actions are based on 'order.'"
"I'm not like them," Ri-hyun replied. "I don't operate based on their idea of order. After all... I don't belong to this world."
"What?" Eleanore and Sasha said in unison.
Ri-hyun waved it off. "Don't mind it."
Misa and Lay approached, curious.
"But how does teaching at the Demon King Academy help preserve order?" Misa asked.
Lay nodded. "The gods always keep their promises. To demons and humans alike."
"He may have made a vow," Anos guessed. "To someone..."
"The Child of God," Ri-hyun said quietly.
And with that, the classroom door closed—both literally, and on any sense of normalcy the students once believed in.