Maou no Hajimekata

- 1 -

A star core that shines in the sunlight.

Staring at it, slowly Merizand spun the sacrament. It is the voice that calls the Holy Spirit.

The spinning poem threaded and climbed to heaven, spinning up her lost other half.

"... this is, well, a long time ago... you've made a mistake, boss"

He had the exact same light-hearted grin he remembered and said so.

"You'd be beautiful, wouldn't you?

"Oh. You're beautiful."

It's like she's different from her young girlfriend in the memory of Immortality. But still, he didn't missee his partner. An English spirit scraped out of the same soul. Because, so to speak, he is also like the twins of Merizand.

"By the way, what is this situation? It's not supposed to be that long since I've been here, but what the hell's wrong with the Demon King?

"Did you call him?

For a moment 'Immortality' strengthens itself to the appearance of the Demon King who manifests himself from the shadows. But seeing the look on Merizand's face directed at him, he understood everything and lifted his guard.

"... I see. Looks like your boss took care of you."

"Oh."

Answered briefly, the Demon King nodded.

"Well, I'll go after him. There's plenty of time... but it's a lot less than before."

laughing happily, Merizand said.

"Than that, Xando, I want to ask you one thing..."

"What's that Xando?"

blocking Merizand's words, 'Immortality' asked.

"I am now called Mary. Then you must be Zand. I'm not gonna call you Immortal forever."

The girl smiled for her apparent age and said so in a magnificent tone that did not suit her.

"You, I would have disappeared after saying something at the end, for eight years I've been wondering. What were you trying to say?

When I broke her head to ask, I stroked her, 'Immortal'... No, Xando smiled back and said mean.

"I'm not gonna tell you."

"Nah......! What do you think I called you for?

"Ha ha! Seriously, you called the Spirit of England for that, or you're not a horse deer!

Xando relegated impatiently to the grin that crept up as he held Merizand's head back trying to grab him with his hands up.

There is no need to teach. Because the wish that follows has already been fulfilled.

- 2-

The office where one piece of dust has not fallen, as if it had left its Lord's character intact in the room. Inside that room, which was so shiny and quiet that my ears ached, only a slight running sound of a feather pen sounded.

He stared on his desk as if he were still fixed in the air, the lord of the room where he was running his pen, and Toscan, the prime minister of the Kingdom of Grandiera, raised his face.

The outside of the room became noisy and rough footsteps were heard. Did even the uncomfortable get into it? Toscan took the cane beside him and set it up. But I felt a strange sense of vestigial vision in the footsteps. A long time ago, I feel like I've heard the same sound as that.

Before he remembered that memory, the door was kicked in luxury.

"Toscan, are you there!

impolite, in a position as he tried to scream, Tuscany opened his mouth gently.

"Oh, there you are."

You can't even see it wrong to kick through the door and smile with Niyaniya. His hair and beard are bright white, but the king he served and spent the most time with in his life... was the figure of the hero king Wolfdir the man.

"Heh... Your Majesty...?

"Dear Tuscan! An undead who imitated His Majesty's appearance, here!

There, soldiers with spears rushed in. When Toscan saw the sight, he remembered the headache he had not felt in a long time and waved at the soldier.

"... no problem. He is a guest to me. There's a little bit of a personality problem."

"But"

"Good. At least, not the enemy. Stay back."

"... Ha"

Though they disagreed with Tuscan's words, the soldiers left the scene.

"Don't tell me you have personality difficulties, Toscan."

"You would be able to break in without anyone noticing, because you've bothered to increase my work, so accept that much.... Long time no see, Your Majesty"

Wolfe stopped Tuscany from kneeling.

"Good. I'm not a king anymore. Such a heavy substitute, I gave it to that demon king. It's just a Wolfdeal being here. It's a ghost who can't die. You talk like you used to, Toscan."

"Really... So sweet for your words"

When Toscan stood up, he breathed.

"Oh, you stupid bastard. Huh!

And with all his might, he hit Wolf with his cane. The scepter broke from the inside to the body of the King of the Spirit, who received it spoiledly.

"Do whatever you want and if you think you've died whatever you want, you'll be back now!? What's going on down there? I... what I think...!

"... sorry"

Wolfe bowed her head, deeply. When I saw it, I finally burst into tears at the toscan temple.

"Fool, bastard... at this age, now my dream has come true..."

"A dream?"

"It was my dream to make you bow your head and apologize."

If I close my eyes, I can still remember clearly. A hero, Wolfe, who was reckless, foolish and braver than anyone else. It was always the job of a calm and sensible sorcerer, Toscan, to wipe that ass. I don't remember ever having my head bowed to apologize to him without any evil.

Wolf before he was still king. Princess Eudora, who will later be his wife. And he's Wolfe's daughter-in-law, and his brother, Toscan. Those days, when the three of us traveled, were burning strongly in his chest as a memory of his youth.

"... by the way, explain to me what the hell is going on."

"Mm-hmm. I really wanted to bring Eunice and Zeit guys too..."

"Wait. Will the princess and her highness be alive too!?

"I'm not alive. I think it's like a ghost. That said, they have their own bodies, and it's so different from being alive."

"You're alive!?

Toscan grabbed the chest of the English Spirit King and was amazing.

"Ugh, um. But you're disrespecting the boulders."

"You know that! Where, where are you!? Is that the demon king's ex? Then do your best..."

"Yeah, calm down!

Yelling at Tuscany running his eyes blood, Wolfe laid her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Eunice is safe. I'm just a little handicapped right now. Just keep moving. Zait is also about its protection."

"Obstacles? Are you not sure where your body is?

To Tuscany, who asks worryingly, Wolfe shakes her neck sideways on the tannic side.

"Things are going well... just now, they say, 4 months"

Toscan opened his eyes.

"... No way"

"It's the son of the demon king. Don't get upset. He wants it too."

Even as he became slightly worried about Tuscan's blood pressure, which excites him from earlier on without the pattern, Wolfe said so in a bitter tone about whether he had angry feelings himself.

"... a long life is something to live for..."

Tears spread over Tuscan, wrinkled cheeks. Eudora risked her life to leave her behind, something as cute as my child was for Tuscany. When I heard that its destiny lay in the statute of death as a hero, like Wolfe and Zeit, it cursed heaven.

The hand of salvation is far too good to have been offered by the Demon King.

"I'll come back and say hello when the child is born. Then take the demon king and sneak away. Let him bow his head, too."

"Don't be silly, can you let a newborn child get to a place like this! I'll go directly, say hello to His Majesty the Demon King. Oh, we also have to arrange a festival to celebrate! You think it's four months now? Not for another six months! Oh, I'm getting busy!

"A festival is not very important to you..."

"It's Lady Eunice's kid!? Is there anything else I should take care of? Are the hands of doctors and monks enough? I won't repeat my breakdown like Eudora did. Hey, King of the Spirit of England, I'll write to His Majesty the Demon, so just wait right there."

Wolfe laughed at that arrogant tale of handling the King of the English Spirit even as he used to remember him. Pretending to be a common sense man, he used to make me do it a long time ago, saying things with no clothes on my teeth.

Only the running sound of the pen rings again in that room, which is quiet and quiet. But the sound was somewhere fun.

- 3 -

"Are you okay, Eunice?

"Brother, this is the 14th time I've heard that today..."

On a bed overflowing with cushions, Eunice raised a frightened voice.

"Mostly, if my stomach isn't even noticeable yet and I just sleep like this, it's unnecessarily bad for me."

"No, but..."

"I have a lot of experience with Mr. Olivia and childbirth, and I have both witchcraft and magic, so I think it's probably the safest birth in the world."

He got out of bed in a mild motion and Eunice said so. When it comes to no anxiety, it's a lie, but more reassurance than that. I refrain from metastasis because I don't know how it affects the child in the womb, but I feel better and my body is much easier.

"... even the English spirits can have babies..."

Eunice shrugs as she gently strokes her stomach. Even though Oul was well protected by witchcraft, it's a body that had been missing its soul for months. Five minutes and five minutes to be able to make a child, I can't help it.

Even so, for eight years, we exchanged feelings almost every day, but there was no sign that the child of the moon could do anything at all. It was as if we were celebrating the completion of Oulu's new dungeon.

"... if you need anything, say it right away. Whatever it is at the end of the world, I'll get it."

"Yes, sir. 'Cause it's okay."

It's ridiculous that my brother would have a dick in his big body, but it's demonic even if he can stay in his bedroom too long. Eunice waved and tried to kick him out.

To her like that, Zytreed opened his mouth and tried to say something... and even today, he couldn't.

"I'm sorry"

Just one word of that, not out of my throat, for eight years, all the time. Zytreed grinned at herself for what a weak will.

"... are you happy now"

Eunice stared properly at Zytreed for that word, which she accidentally mouthed as she left the room. I don't know what you're talking about. With that look on his face, Zytreed regrets asking such a question for a moment.

"Before it happens!

But the moment was a moment. That's right, blown away by my sister's unworthy smile. Eunice grinned like the sun as she rubbed her belly.

"Give birth to the child of the one you love. Your brother, your father. Everybody's here. This isn't happiness, it isn't."

She said so frankly with the look on her face that it was like all the happiness in the world was here.

He killed her once.

"... but that's also thanks to your brother, isn't it? Thanks."

So Zytreed was heartily surprised at her lowering her head with a dust.

"I didn't do anything to thank you. I'll take you."

"Killed me, gave me"

chuckles, Eunice said.

"If I kill Oulu of my own free will, fine.... If not, kill him. That's what your father ordered, isn't it?

Zytreed nodded at it with the thought of being acquitted.

"If I put Oul on him while I love him, I will have to kill Oul, not of my own free will. Lose your memories, be manipulated, betray... we'll hate each other and kill each other anyway. That's the fate of a hero. Your brother changed my destiny by killing me. He sent me to heaven with love."

Put your hands on your chest like you hold something important, Eunice says.

"So it's thanks to your brother that I can do this now.... kill me... it was hard...?

That was something she couldn't finally hear for eight years. Though resurrected, Oul is letting his wife die. Eunice betrayed them and followed the Demon King. My back, which Eunice had been admiring and chasing since I was a young girl, was reliable but didn't tell me anything.

I never doubted love. My brother always cared for my sister. But the neglect behind it, isn't there hatred? I couldn't ask if I thought so. I couldn't thank you enough. She was terrified to make sure, too.

"Naturally......!

Zytreed embraced Eunice. Eunice's body seemed too small and dazzling for his body, which boasted of its immense body.

"You're my only sister... there's no way it wasn't hard.... Sorry, I'm sorry..."

"... yeah"

Zytreed took great care not to crush her and the child in her belly and embraced Eunice. Tears that convey their cheeks, lest they be seen.

- 4-

The edge of a country formerly known as Figlia, now a small village in the middle of the Land of Demons, further off. At the foot of a hill with nothing near one person, the little stone was placed.

It was put so unwrought that you wouldn't know if you didn't pay so much attention. It was, however, certainly a headstone. Before that stone, which had no letters or anything written, Spina offered flowers.

There is no emotion on that look. No anger, no sorrow, no hatred, nothing floated.

"Sophie."

On her back like that, there's an unspeakable voice. The girl, once called Sophia, looked back and saw a young hometown girl with blonde hair.

"... Marie"

Before she asked why she was here, Marie shifted her gaze to the headstone and asked.

"Mother?"

"... Yep"

It was Spina's mother's grave. Keeping Spina away from the creepy villagers, my mother, who had been weak from the beginning, could not receive satisfactory treatment, and died hating and resenting Spina to the end.

"Over and over again, I thought I'd kill you"

But it never came to fruition. Because she died on her own before she could be transferred to execution.

"Hmm."

A noisy confession, but Marie softly flushed.

"You know what?

Spina turned her finger around her neck like that.

"That's what I thought of you."

"Yeah, I know."

But Marie answers that lightly, too.

"Nah..."

'Cause, Sophie, you always hated me.

Half-slime spinners don't get old. The young girl caught up to her like that instantly. And one day I'll run through it, and I guess I'll go far.

When Spina took her fingers off, she decided to change the subject.

"Logan. Did you bring Marie?"

As Spina said, Marie's shadow trembled.

"Suppose there's no way you can hide from me, the sorcerer."

"Ugh!

Coldly pointing out, the Red Devil jumped out of Marie's shadow and screamed.

"This Lorikon gentleman Logan can't help Baba over the age of 13...!

"But Logan, you like me. Thanks for taking me so far."

Grabbing that successful arm, Marie smiles.

"... no, I'm not happy. You're not happy...!

He seemed to be fighting for something, something like identity.

"Just fine. Carry me, too. I'm sorry to bother your master."

"That's why I'm not helping Baba. You got it!? I was listening, you!?

"Logan, please"

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!... Don't tell anyone! Absolutely, because this is it!?

Shouting at Marie, who snapped her hands together, Logan held them with four arms, left and right.

"Oh, yeah."

Marie turned to Spina, grinned and said.

I've always liked Sophie.

"Really? I don't like you. Even now."

To Spina, who answers nicely, but Marie doesn't break her grin.

"Even I prefer Oulu to Sohui. Oul-sama, Sophie's in the van."

To the words, Spina answers with a muffled frown.

"I admire your master more than you do."

To the answer, Marie laughed at the garlic.

"Yay, then I'm number two"

"Become... in that sense!

blushes and Spina denies it. Marie, seriously, little devil, and Logan muttered in his heart.

"Hey, what am I, by the way?"

A little thought was given to Logan's question, and the two answered with a united voice.

"About the next stone falling in the labyrinth."

"Hiya!?

I'm so exhausted, and I cry in my heart, Logan runs through the sky holding them both.

The remaining graveyard flowers were blown by the wind and swayed small.