Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun (魔入りました！入間くん)

5:00 PM.

That'll be all for today.

Sounds like Pixie's treating us

to another genius performance.

Hearing it always makes me feel like our day

has really come to an end.

Good work. More tomorrow.

We'll work even harder tomorrow.

The Other Student in the Misfit Class.

Morning.

OK, and off I go.

Thanks for waiting.

Iruma-kun, good morning, good day.

It's good to see ya!

A very good morning to you, Master Iruma.

Yeah, good morning, Clara and Azz-azz.

You're looking real snazzy in your winter clothes.

Well, of course he is.

He looks perfect no matter the attire.

Detection Warding Glasses.

With these, no one will notice us.

After all, now that Master Iruma

is our young king, if people were to see him,

they would surely surround him.

Look at us, we matchy match.

Wait a moment, I'm a matchy matchy, too, you know.

This is the demon school, Babyls.

And this is the misfits classroom, the Royal One.

Iruma and his classmates have been given a task that puts

the Royal One on the line.

Listen well to this fabulous special class order.

Let it be known that members of the Misfit Class

must reach Dalet rank before becoming second years.

If you fail this order, you will all be immediately

ejected from the Royal One.

Their final chance to advance in rank will be...

the Music Festival.

Choirs, bands, plays, all forms of musical amusement

are free game, and whoever most charms the audience

will be the victors.

This aural battle between the six classes

will be one to remember.

The Music Festival.

And there are still a few of us who

need to stand out in advance.

All right, let's review our situation.

Gather round.

I'm the same rank as Master Iruma.

Lead sure looks out of place.

Extremely jarring.

Hey, that is so not true.

I'm a young king, you know.

Yeah sure, bud.

Then there's her.

I'm really sorry, you guys.

No, don't be sorry.

You're already a Dalet in our hearts, m'lady!

There's no need to worry.

I've already come up with a plan.

So, listen, we just gotta make sure Eliza shines

the brightest at the Music Festival,

and then we can get everyone else promoted to Dalet rank 2.

Yeah!

All righty, we're going to concentrate

most on how to get Eliza up two ranks,

and make sure the guys at Gimmel

also get to shine in whatever performance we end up doing.

Huh?

Something on your mind, Master Iruma?

Well, I feel like there's something really important

we're forgetting.

Silence, you imbeciles!

What is all this ruckus?

Don't you brats know how to be quiet even for a second?

Oh, good morning, Professor Kalego!

It's too early for this volume.

Turn it down a notch.

No, no! We're holding a strategy meeting, sir.

Strategy?

We're planning for the Music Festival.

That we are.

We're going to do a grand performance

making Eliza our star.

Behold, our lovely heroine.

Oh? Well then,

what are you going to do about the other one?

Huh?

The-- the other one?

There's one more of you that's Bet rank,

or don't you know how to count?

Huh? What do you mean?

Did someone get demoted or something?

Yeah, who is it? Where are they?

Where are they where are they where are they at?

I told you.

He's right there.

Huh?

Mr. Iruma, he vanished!

-He just went "Poof!" -Why, though?

A ghost?

Would you fools please calm down?

Oh.

He's Purson, isn't he?

He's a member of the Misfit Class.

Just think back on it.

The class placements.

The flying race.

Execution cannonball.

The Royal One opening, end-of-terminus.

He was there for all of it.

What?

Yeah, actually, I guess the guy was there, kind of.

Dunno.

Anywho, he's a Bet, right?

Then we just gotta make him stand out with Eliza, too.

The thing is, that will be rather difficult

considering standing out is, well--

because Soi Purson's bloodline ability is most commonly

known as Detection Warding.

In other words,

he is a demon who's fundamentally

incapable of standing out.

What?

Soi Purson.

Rank two, Bet.

School's out for demons!

So, um, got any hobbies?

No, wait, wait!

Stop it, man, we take it back!

Please don't disappear!

Sorry for his weird question!

We'll make him shut up, OK?

Dang, we almost lost him there.

If he bamfs outta here again, we're doomed.

If all members of the misfit class

hope to advance to Dalet rank, it is imperative

that the two Bet rank members give their all.

Anyway, let's try our best to convince him

to co-star in our Music Festival performance.

Yeah!

Gyo-Gyo!

Hey, let's plan the Music Festival together.

I bet it'll be supes exciting, loud, and flashy like,

like “bra-brrata-tat-tat!” and so much fun.

Since we'll all be together, we can sing our hearts out

and dance the night away.

Doesn't that sound like the best time ever?

Let's go, go, go!

Would you like bingo bongo ring-a-ding?

Or maybe a twinkly twinkle dance?

You dead?

Clara!

But he wasn't moving at all.

There, there, it's OK.

I see. So music alone isn't enough for you?

In that case, how about a Demon King action musical?

It was a huge hit at the Battler party.

Expressing one of the Demon King's anecdotes with song,

it's truly exhilarating.

And of course, I will be the Demon King.

Uh, no, that'd be Purson's role.

-Hmm? -Huh?

Huh?

Well, forget that. I quit!

Oh, hey!

Back to square one.

Why are you like this?

Seriously.

You couldn't convince anyone

to go with that idea.

If it is for Master Iruma, I, Asmodeus Alice,

will risk my very life to see this task through to the end.

Just leave everything to me, Master.

I will now take it upon myself to thoroughly explain to him

in great detail the importance of integrating

your shining brilliance into the Music Festival.

What do you think you're doing, you heathen?

I didn't even get to say anything yet.

Azz-azz would have gone on forever.

I don't blame the guy.

I'd fade away, too.

And anyway, if we're going to talk about music,

let's start a band.

Eliza and Purson can be the singers.

It'll be totally awesome, right?

That's an excellent idea.

Sounds like fun.

So, what do you think, Eliza?

Well, I do like singing.

And if Purson were to sing with me,

I think it could really be a lot of fun.

We got his attention!

Haha, singers are top dogs, Purson.

And we shall support you all the way.

Let's do it, OK?

We got this!

Well then?

Come on, man, we like,

seriously need your help here.