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

My name is Eric Odileel.

I was spared the worst by a brave boy when he stole my precious papers and gigged my hips.

He looks like an impressive, rather clever boy with dark hair and black eyes.

I'm trying to find the boy, and I'm asking the town dwellers around.

"Do you know a boy named Tor Sagaram?"

When I asked the flower seller's daughter who was going to town, she answered with her eyes wide open and a smile.

"Of course. He's a very cute chimney cleaning husband. Such a good boy, he doesn't. I've had help from thugs before."

The husband of 800 houses answered:

"Oh, I know you do. You must have emigrated from the eastern continent. I'm talking about your mother being sick and cleaning chimneys at such a young age."

This is what the millionaire's wife answered.

"I don't know anything about it, I'm giving it to you. If that kid cleans the chimney, there's only one coal left. I'm hired by the parents of the white triangle roof house on the next street."

The parent of a white triangle roof house answered:

"Oh, that kid has achieved today's norm, so he's already gone. He lives in a seaside cabin on 12th Street."

Well, he looks like a pretty reputable boy.

The humans of the southern continent do not think well of those who have fled and migrated from other continents, and there are quite a few who discriminate against them, but how can they be seen to merge into this town? It's a big kid to say that it's difficult for adults to establish their own standing because of adversity.

The boy was quickly found. It is an embankment in front of the cabin at 12th Street along the sea, dripping fishing poles into the sea.

I stood behind the child.

"Hey, can we catch a good catch today?"

…………

Boy, it's definitely Tor.

. The face I looked back on is a neat face I just saw.

"I don't know ~. I'm supposed to be able to catch the big guys by appointment."

He sneered and laughed, securing the fishing rod and descending from the embankment.

"What's wrong, uncle? Did they steal something again?

"... no, think I hadn't thanked you yet. Thanks a lot for earlier. There was something really important in there. Like you told me, I'm hiding it in my clothes now."

I bent down and made my gaze position the same as Tor's.

He is quite a brave child. Even if I stare straight, nothing seems to happen.

"Tell me if you want anything. If there's anything I can do to help.... I want to thank you."

"Hmm, even if they say so. There's so much I can't choose what I want, and there's so much I want you to do. We need a lot of money to make it all happen."

I honestly thought I'd say I wanted the money. But the boy laughs niggly.

"Show me more money making jobs. If you were a nobleman, you'd know something. I want you to see my mother in a good hospital.... How's it going?

"... ho"

Oh, my God.

Is this child really an out-of-the-box child? It's like a fine adult mindset.

And then I thought, If you are a child who can think of adult face loss in this way, would it work well enough for Machia's talkers?

I'm sure it is. God must have let me tour this boy.

"Okay. Okay, let's hire him as a servant of our mansion. It's up to you, but expect a reward. And don't worry about your mother. Delierfield has a good hospital. I'll arrange it. I don't know, I'm sure your food and shelter will be guaranteed."

"... I see. That's a pretty good suggestion, Uncle. But I'm hired by my current parents, so I need you to buy it from me. That's it, you're hiring me? What am I supposed to do?

"Ho. Are you trying me, Thor? Fine, I'll buy you out of your parents.... I want you to be my daughter's squire. Oh, my God, I wish you could talk to me and give me an escort. Let's get that education ready."

"Well, that's not bad. Fine, I got on with that story. Uh, are you Count Odileel of Delia Field?

"I suppose so. You know me well."

'Cause I've heard that the Count's palace over there likes you.'

I was surprised again.

Sometimes this kid knows his name, but he figured it was me.

That's how I was ashamed. That I hadn't named myself yet.

Others may make fun of me for picking this up again.

But I had a little certainty.

Wherever she looks in the world, she'll never find her.

Because he has the same eyes as his daughter Machia.

Tomorrow is Makia's birthday.

Will she like this boy?