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

I'm Machia. I'm eleven.

I'm here for a spring picnic. Originally the southern continent had a stable and warm climate, but the spring air is still a little soft.

The almond flowers are beautiful in full bloom.

"So, I asked your father. If you do anything wrong, the Red Witch will come and eat the brains of children you shouldn't have."

"No, I'm scared."

…………

Smyrda has been acquainted lately.

One of my favorite things in particular is to say "Red Witch Comes" to a child who is doing something wrong and be careful.

Without knowing that the person in question is in front of you.

I took the ham egg sandwich in front of me and carried it to my mouth with a subtle reaction called "ha-ha".

'Cause you can't hear me, can you?

I'd rather have a ham egg sandwich than a brain or something!!

Thor, watching the girls talk like that under the almond tree a little further away, was inadvertently laughing.

Well, you laugh, don't you? It seems our presence is like a "ghost is coming" to the kids of this era when they scold us.

"Besides, the Red Witch looked so horrible. She was bright red as her hair, eyes and nose burned, and her mouth was torn and she was painted with deep red blood. She hates beautiful girls because she's ugly and turns them into frogs. I can't sleep at night because I'm worried..."

"... ho."

Smyrda, paying for her vertical roll, sighs with a troubled, mysterious worried face. The girls other than me are lifting her up, "Oh, right - because Smyrda is cute," she said.

Well, like close, like far away.

Where it fits is where my hair is red and where I turned a beautiful woman into a frog.

Other than that, I'd say you're kidding, but maybe legends and inheritance are like this.

In the first place, I wasn't that clumsy, and I kept my seventeen-year-old look.

What an old woman with a torn mouth. Or mandarin.

"Can I have a word? Ladies."

Tor, who had just been watching at a distance earlier, has interrupted the conversation between those girls.

Sometimes the girls glitter their eyes, reddish their cheeks, and have the look of an indescribable maiden.

Tor is fourteen now, but this is already very popular with girls. A boulder, he was only the Great Demon King of Harlem in his previous life is a certain mysterious mothskill.

"I hear a lot about the Red Witch, but you don't talk about the Black Demon King? Master Smyrda, don't you know?

"Oh, um... uh..."

Smyrda is spoken out by Tor and uncommonly palatable. Look at him with a flicker, take a room and stroke his own rolled hair.

"Ku, I've heard that the Black Demon King was a beautiful man with dark hair and dark eyes, a vampire who sucked the blood of a beautiful woman. So he said he was trapped grabbing a lot of beautiful princesses in the castle. But in the end, he defended his beloved princess and was murdered by the legendary brave..."

……

I see, how can there be any difference?

Me and Thor looked at each other. I'm a face that says I don't care, and Tor is kind of like a winner.

The fabrication is also a good place.

The girls dream "Black Demon King lovely" with sparkling eyes, but I wanted to expose them.

Hey, you guys know what?

The Black Demon King of the North didn't die protecting the woman he loved. The brave man slept with me and tricked me into killing him!

It's embarrassing, it's black history!!

"I don't know what to tell you..."

Thor said that as he whined, and stood up.

He is slender and tall, and quite grown-up, albeit fourteen. I'm sure the girls can't resist that.

"Well, go over there, Walking Black History."

I drove Tor.

Tor, who has once again entered the shade of the tree on the other side, is being sparingly dropped off.

"Nice, Machia. With a cool knight like Mr. Thor on his side."

"No, he's not a knight yet. It's just a gift..."

"But one day, you'll be the knight of the Odileel family, won't you? Nice. Hey, such dark, beautiful hair, cool eyes. Something unusual in the South... Machia will always be protected by Mr. Thor, won't she? Ha ~ Romantic"

Linda, who grew up tall and slender, even put her hand on her cheek. I am.

I take the jam sandwich in the basket and bump it, wondering if I'm that good on the side.

Oh, that's jam.

Well, for sure, black-haired black-eyed people like Thor are rare on this continent.

But from me, I've seen a lot of faces.

"Even I have a knight."

Suddenly Smyrda raised her voice.

I can see that somehow. She doesn't like other kids being praised.

Especially since this kid has a strange sense of rivalry for me.

"It's a lie ~. I've never seen your knight before ~"

The unreadable Miriam of the air, with her bag of cookies in her hand, said the honest thing.

Then Smyrda stares at her giggly.

Because he's a strong loser.

"Machia... would you please give me Mr. Thor?

"... Yes?

I accidentally dropped the anz jam sandwich I had and was taken aback.

"Uh... that, Smyrda, you must have a knight, right? And you want Tor?

"I'm here, but I want it!! What is it, Machia? You've been busy lately!! Are you looking down on us because Mr. Thor is here?

"Then ask Thor, Smyrda. Don't serve a country nobleman, come to the big Bigrates in the city. He might want to go to Smyrda's."

"… so let me ask you"

Smyrda had a slightly more confident look.

Well, naturally, since we are a nobleman of higher rank, did I mention that we can also prepare quite a few rewards?

Especially since Smyrda likes Tor, when she can make it look good.

……

Under a tree a little further away, you can see Thor's bitter laughter as he was eavesdropping on those conversations.

Smyrda went to Tor's without knowing that, and that or this or what he seems to be saying, but she dropped her shoulder a little and came back.

"How'd it go?

Oh, my God, I know you don't have to ask.

I asked you a little mean.

Then Smyrda looked so sorry, she poked her finger at me.

"It's terrible, Machia!! You must be singling out Mr. Thor and intending to beat me!! One day, a Red Witch will come across the door and they will eat your brain!!

You've been bragging and showing off as a stunt since day to day, and you say that over this period, right?

It's a little funny.

That's right.

What I shouldn't have done was laugh at my stomach.

"Beh, red witch...... what red witch...... hahaha!!!

Nothing, I didn't fool around, Smyrda.

The Red Witch did exist.

It was just strange to say that he was in front of us.

Even when I say the Red Witch of the West, who burned the continent, she says she's now just a child to be afraid of.

Because I laugh so much, Smyrda has a blushing, somewhat out-of-heart look.

I guess it's never been this humiliating to her.