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

My name is Tor Sagaram, ten years old.

His name in his previous life was Saigato. Moreover, in his previous life, he was the Black Demon King of the North in this otherworldly Mayday.

And yet how did this happen?

Everything is because of the brave, I think so.

Because he killed us, and I was reincarnated into this Mayday again.

Now I'm a harbour town carted on the southern continent, and I'm a chimney cleaning husband.

Because it's a little cold in winter, to say the south.

When you say that, you sneak into the chimney with the little physique of a boy and rip off the coal.

I don't care what you say.

The question is, why should I do this?

I was born a long way from here, on the eastern continent.

The humans of the south may be at peace and not understand, but the continent of the east is in fierce warfare.

As a result of the invasion of the Hermédes Confederation, the great northern power, it is in desolation. My father became a soldier and stayed dead to make money moving my son me and my mother to a safe southern continent.

But even if you come to the southern continent, it doesn't carry you so well.

My mother was originally weak because of her weakness, but my father died and became physically and mentally tired and sick, and now she is lying on the floor all the time.

There's nothing I can do if I don't make money as a chimney cleaner.

Well, still, am I the better one?

My parents adore me for remembering things well and being smart at this age, and I also know that adults are happy.

I don't have a problem with losing money and not being able to go to school.

I'm smarter than the nobleman's bonbong there.

He's just a kid, but he doesn't look bad either. 'Cause I'm a former Harlem Demon King. I am guaranteed to be a handsome brunette with dark eyes in the future.

If I lean over to my grown sister for a moment, she'll have a lot of blessings for pity on the pretty boy.

It's a little something.

"Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

I was in the middle of a stretch of road in an outdoor shop in Harbor Town, and I screamed out of the blue.

I can't help but scream. I don't like it anymore. I can't do it anymore.

You're losing more and more living standards.

Why am I doing chimney cleaning at this age right now?

I was a demon king!! I was the Demon King, folks!!

He was the most evil black demon king in the north!!

It's not like it's two illnesses too early.

I even think that was better now, even though I had found it difficult to live on Earth.

I had no trouble eating, the cannons never flew in and the town burned down, and I never worked in mellow clothes every day.

"............ ha. I guess it's not falling, it's golden somewhere ~"

If I was walking around, there was a glitch in the back. It was noisy.

Looking back, a grisly pirate-style man was on the run taking his stuff away from a aristocratic, dandy man.

Besides, did you do your hips along the way, nobleman?

"Ha-ha. Good money, isn't it? Do you want to fish one bottle……"

Because of my years of memory, I'm very good at it.

That aristocratic old man must have what I'm looking for.

I twirl the mop, scratch the leg of the big man who ran and ran away, and take only the luggage. And just before the man fell, he kicked the giant a little and flew.

The bad news was that I stuck to the orange corner of the fruit shop. Sorry, father of the fruit shop.

My noble uncle, who hurt his back, finally came under the responsibility of some peace-looking offering.

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

I gave my stuff to my uncle.

Hmm, I'm a good girl. On the contrary, I don't steal this.

I know.

It's better to sell your favors here later.

"Oh, maybe you got this guy?

"... sort of. You, from what I've seen, feel 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."

This is true.

Delia Field or something, some peace bogeyman from a sparsely populated farming zone, I can get my eyes on right away.

When I realized it, all the money was stolen, it was rubbish.

And if you look like a good face to this aristocrat.

Oh, my God, I can keep an eye on you.

It's just that for me, this guy could be a golden tree.

"You... what's your name?

Here we go.

Got caught on the fishing pole.

But I'm not in a hurry. Calm down, man. Stand up and pull the fishing rod slowly.

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

I pull the spot once.

Because if you thank me here, that could be goodbye.

Be very interested in me and come to me.