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

My name is Eric Odileel.

It is the Earl of the Kingdom of Ruskia, the great power of the southern continent.

While in the countryside, it is left to Delia Field, with its rich fruit and vast grounds.

Today I came to Carted, the seaside town next door. Harbour towns are not vibrant on boulders.

When you smell the scent of a salty sea and hear the sound of a white seabird, it's still something that exalts somewhere.

Why I came to this town because I had a trade deal with the Lords here.

I think it was a pretty good deal. Delia Field's production this year has been so rare in recent years that Carted was just buying out a lot of wheat and fruit in terms of the city's moisture.

Well, some say my sales are great.

Well, actually, tomorrow was my beloved daughter Machia's birthday.

A beautiful, and then very wise daughter turns seven years old, resembling her wife.

Even though I'm seven, I'm not like my seven-year-old daughter there.

Even grown-ups can say difficult things about their faces, or they can stand on their feet somewhere on the ground.

Besides, I lack appetite for children.

I just love eating and it's gourmet. I think it's adorable there.

She is a difficult daughter to give gifts to. Actually, last week, I asked my daughter if she wanted anything.

Machia, who was reading a book on the history of this country in her room, said, "Friends of the same age" after a little thought.

No, it's not like she doesn't have any friends, but generally the other noble daughters don't talk to her. Whatever you look at it, it looks like Machia is aligned.

In short, I would have said that what Machia wants is a child her age who fits the story.

"Then why don't you put a caregiver your age on that kid? Wouldn't it be a little bit older? She needs a good friend."

My wife Elena was trying to be a little troubled.

Such a convenient person doesn't pop out. Do you have a child who can talk to that Machia in the first place?

"Yodel, what do you think? Where the hell do you think I should find that kid's caregiver from?

"Yes, Master Miyagi. You can either bring your daughter, who grew up eating bread and cheese at her grandfather's house in the back of the mountain, or you can take her from the orphanage and educate her as a servant... because there are no servants' children who are just right."

"... um, it's hard ~"

"As a caretaker of Master Machia, you must not be a horsebone."

"I don't know. It's more like a horsebone that might interest her."

I dropped a little shoulder at a seaside dewstore as my young daughter looked at dolls and accessories that seemed delightful.

This kind of thing. It's as much in the house as it is, and I don't think that kid will be surprised.

Pretend to be happy. I don't want to see that. I wonder if it's food-oriented this year.

Yodel is still holding back because of the energetic weather.

But it's Yodel, a relaxed servant of peace and stability.

While he was blurring, a tough man stole the luggage he was carrying.

"Awwww, some of those are important documents for today's business meeting. Awwww!!!

It's me with an explanatory tone, but it's not like I wasn't in a hurry.

I'm rather in a hurry for a lot.

I'm pretty sure it was unprotected, just like a secure Delia Field. This is a port town. They have dangerous people coming from various places, as well as pirates.

Yodel's legs are slow even with that. It's like I can't use it.

This is who I worked so hard for, chasing a thief man.

"Stop, you thief!! Who the hell do you think you stole things from!! I'm from Delia Field..."

Cockroach

Disgusting sound. And I know what that means. I have back pain.

Don't run at full speed at this age. I fell unnecessarily on a side-by-side road in an outdoor shop and my back was crushed.

"Well, someone... take the man..."

Reached out to the people who were going to town to sneak up. More and more men go farther.

There's no doubt it's a big loss when it's gone. Shit, what do I do?

It was when I was brain-regenerating a life record like a soggy running lantern.

A burglar man made a dynamic roll. I can barely see you clinging to the fruit shop.

What the hell happened?

While I suppress my aching back, Yodel comes late and asks me to take him there.

"Hey, uncle. This is your uncle's, isn't it?

There, a young boy with pitch-black hair and eyes, with a rare look here, stood single-handedly with a mop for chimney cleaning.

There's an earlier stolen package in the other hand, and the boy gives it to me.

"Oh, maybe you got this guy?

Stick to the fruit shop, point to the big guy all over the orange, and I listen half-heartedly.

The boy snorts and laughs with the boy's frightened face.

"From what I've seen, it feels like a nobleman, but in this town, you can put anything important in your clothes. It looks like weather, brother. Then it's a little dangerous."

……

If it's just a judgment of appearance, I think this kid is about the same age as Machia.

About a few older?

But what would it be? It's called this stand-alone thing, what's the point?

I think the power of black eyes is somewhere similar to Machia's.

"You... what's your name?

I overheard.

"It's Tor Sagaram. If you need help cleaning the chimney, please."

Nihil grinning this toil said the boy, turning freely the long mop in his hand, running away lightly in his footsteps.

This is the meeting between me and Thor.