Our demon king is coming. (formerly Mayday A Series)

Often, I say I want to go back to my kids with adult specs, but it's not really that good either.

What's boring is that conversations don't mesh at all with kids the same age.

Naturally, I'm over 200 years old.

However, if you can play on the same level as your six-year-old little one, the opposite is awesome.

"I'm the princess and Machia's the dog."

"............ Phew"

Kid's play shows some sort of power class.

For example, if there were five girls of the same age here, the most violent and violent girl would take the "princess” position anyway.

Now that's Smyrda, also a nobleman's courtier. Next, mother position. Linda, the one who does it right. Miriam, who likes cool stuff, is always the prince. And since Camille didn't seem to want to be the dog I couldn't say anything about the pull-in idea, I'll take the dog role and give Camille the maid role.

I wonder why there's a dog in this mentz. I can't help but be more concerned about that. You're not playing your father, are you?

I have no choice but to spoil it on my dog because I thought it was crap that I couldn't take the part of playing games with my kids.

But it's quite humiliating to say this dog role.

"Diana, it's dinner."

The name of the dog is always determined and Diana.

Cookies, biscuits, dishes in front of you.

If you try to eat that normally, Smyrda will be angry.

"Say One, Eat"

……

You're kidding me, you fucking jerk.

Who the hell do you think I am?

Oh, my God, I can't even tell you what I think in my heart.

I'll cry as soon as I say something to Smyrda here.

If you cry, the back way will come during the tea party and you can keep an eye on Smyrda's mother, the Duchess of Bigrates...

After the tea party in the back is over and everyone drops off from inside the children's room in the carriage to go home, I'm doodled and tired.

Yodel, clear the room.

I have a servant who says Yodel. He's a young man full of scuffs and capable weather.

Compared to the other servants who are well served, this guy is dumb with a dodge and KY on top of that.

I'm the type of person who would say things that I shouldn't be saying, but I'm wondering if it's interesting in a way.

"Yes, Master Machia"

Yodel started cleaning up, whistling, at the same mypace.

As I looked at it on my ass, I noticed the rich fruits of the pre-harvest Delia Field. From the window, you can see a golden wheat field on one side.

Yodel's whistle is a folk song that has been around for a long time. Even I know, a Mayday song that's been around for a really long time.

"With that said, Master Machia is always a dog, isn't he?"

"Oodle"

Though it was a bit of a good feeling nostalgia, Yodel, the air bump maker, doesn't distort.

Yeah, he said it was a dog.

No compassion or concessions for children's play.

Everyone insists on what they want. Weird reluctance is a loss to win there.

He who says my prayer wins.

That's the child's world.

But now, I can't be a child. I'm just vain to say that I'm full of children.

I say it's fun because you can do all I want in the adult world.

"Oh, I'm bored already ~"

Previous life on Earth would have been a blessing now, I suppose.

On the other hand, there were just people in the same situation as me, and there were people who could talk about the memories that were left behind, and it was probably a lot easier.

I sit by the window and sigh with no children even today.

I guess I'll just stop being so reluctant and caring about everything and go wild like I used to.

But it's still early. I know it's still early.

Anyway, I wanted you to let me skip as a kid.