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

My name is Eric Odileel.

It is Count Odileel.

Well, I got into a little trouble. My associate, the Duke of Bigrates, offered to buy me a toil.

I doubted my ears, but apparently the lady over there likes the toil, so she asked the Duke.

But such an offer would be a quick no, and that would have been something the other side knew.

It is believed that he only took the form of purposefully applying and being refused in order to convince the Duke's daughter.

But a few days later I got another application.

Now the Duke of Bigrates will come here straight away and tell you just to talk.

"Oh my God..."

Naturally I am going to say no.

Machia likes Tor and takes him around anytime, anywhere.

Unlike her unspoken friends, Tor is the only one who can expose herself to vegetables.

Machia will be in the most trouble when Tor is gone, and I'm going to make that kid sad.

Nevertheless, to say that there was no madness in my eyes.

Thor has now become a fine boy who is not strange to put out anywhere.

He's really great, though some people might just say he was born.

Anyway, he's a fast head spinning kid, more diligent than Machia. Occasionally we play chess together, but now that kid is in a position to coach, I'm not dealing with him at all.

Swords and riding arms are great too, and how hard it's gotten here lately. I was a skinny boy when I was young, but now I think I've worked out a lot and become a man. I do hear Tor rumors well outside Delierfield. At first it was the bad talk of those who were laughing at my favourites, but it became a good rumor. That's because, for one thing, he's good.

I have some certainty. With Machia and Thor, this Odileel family is cheap. Delierfield will be such a filled land.

If I can, I want those two to be together. Of course they are, but I want to give the housekeeper to Thor. Normally, I would give up the second son of a famous family or something for my son-in-law to adopt, but whatever they say around me, I think this is the best. I intend to be prepared and ready for it.

What the hell is the Duke of Bigrates thinking in these days when he's starting to think about that?

I don't think I've ever seen Thor before, but would you say that my daughter has seen him so much?

I sewed Machia's eyes and called Tor where I had finished my sword archery.

"What is it, Master Miyagi?"

"I need to talk to you for a second. Actually, the Duke of Bigrates has said he would love to hire you. He wants to buy you from us."

"... Gee"

He obviously looks disgusted. And I think I know something.

"You think of that?

"Yeah, well. Because the lady over there once asked me to come to our house. I laughed and said no because I thought it was a joke... I didn't know you meant it"

With a big sigh, he bowed his head.

"I'm sorry, Master Miyagi. annoying because of me..."

"No, it's not your fault....... Rather, it is also an opportunity for you. Speaking of the Bigrates, they also interact deeply with the royal family and are famous. If I were to be the knight of that warrant, I might be able to go up to the royal palace any day. It will show the amount of reward that cannot be given in such a rural aristocracy. I won't stop if you're willing to... I don't know."

Truth be told, it was an inner hiatus.

I am Tor cute and think like my real son. If she told me she was going over there lightly, I'd go to bed for a week. Sure.

After a little thought, Thor raised a nihil grin that looked good as a child.

"I don't want to go on with my career. The Bigrates don't have what I'm looking for..."

"Oh. What exactly is what you're looking for?

Pretending to be calm, but honestly I was quite horrified that Thor answered that.

"What I'm looking for... I'm sure it's the same as Master Machia. I'm going everywhere, because that's all. And vice versa... but I'm not that guy now, Gohon... because it belongs to Machia."

I'm about to mistake you for saying “he” about my daughter before me.

That's something cute there again.

Good, proof of friendship!!

Niyaniya.

"Well......... then I'll be prepared that way too. Whatever you're offered, I'm not letting you go. Well, I didn't take that personally from the beginning. I wondered what I'd do if you told me you were going over there."

"Ha, I was in a bit of a hurry, too, because your palace looks like something serious. I thought maybe I'd be fired.... and I thank you for this. He found me and brought me here..."

I could hear a very unusual word.

I was a little surprised, but the tear glands slowed to his expression, which lit up somewhat.

"Nevertheless, colored men are hard, Thor"

"... well, hot on a toddler..."

"Huh?"

"No, anything"

I'm freaking out at him as he strokes his forehead.

I usually have a floating and somewhere grown up attitude, but I still think I'm just a fourteen-year-old.

I want to compliment myself four years ago.

I'm glad I believed my instincts then. He said he was glad to bring him here. And from now on, you'll know that.