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

My name is Ulysses Claudio Les Ruscia.

I am the fifth prince of the Kingdom of Ruskia.

The name of the previous life was Yuri Jing (Yuri Shizuka). Moreover, in its previous life, it was called the White Sage of the East on this otherworldly Mayday.

I am now the fifth prince of this country, but my right to inherit the throne is already third. Because all the other brothers, except the First Prince, have died.

I just turned thirteen. I can't stand the royal palace situation.

For we must dispute with our brethren, who have made blood the same, over the throne of the next king.

"Your Highness Ulysses, are you awake?

"... oh yeah. I just woke up."

The morning in Miladrid, the king's capital with its royal palace, is early. It is the central part of the southern continent on boulders.

When I woke up, I could already see the vibrancy of the whole town through the glass window.

Jiya Bastian is an old gentleman who has been taking care of me since I was a young man.

He still seems to be active because his hair is blocked, albeit gray.

By the time I get up like this, it's his routine to bring herbal tea.

"The herbal tea that Bastian gave me is safe to drink. Damn, even yesterday, my dinner was poisoned. You don't punish me over and over again, do you, guys?"

"... No, that is our fault. I didn't know it was that poison that works with time difference from under the vessel. I didn't realize the toxin clerk."

"Fine, fine, my tongue, because it's sensitive. I don't care if you die. [M] Still, there's no variation on the poison. It's the boulder, the poison capital of Miradolid."

I slowly rinsed the herbal tea. [M]

Yes, I've been killed many times since I was a child.

What a daily tea meal to be poisoned by a meal.

Because poison is like eighteen in this country. Both the precautionary method and the new poison that overshadows it will soon be developed.

However, I have been able to use magic since I was a young child, so I can't believe the tea boy used detoxification magic from the point where he said poison.

How did the poisoned tenants see themselves eating fine?

There are so many other stories that I can't count that I almost got killed.

When I was four, for example. The battle over the succession of the throne began around that time, so Bastian and my people were always concerned.

But I was happy because I had magic, and one person in the courtyard of the Royal Palace was immersed in the study of Mayday plants and insects with one hand, and was thrown a poisoned blade by an assassin hired from behind. I subtly pointed the drawings I had at you and prevented all the blades.

"Too bad!!

My four year old words at this time.

You'll soon find out where the assassin is, so it's something that threw a "good luck next time" smile towards you. Then this assassin would never try to kill me again.

For example, that was when I was seven.

I was dining with my father, the king, and the other princes. On rare occasions there were those dinner parties.

At a rare feast like this, I'd like to ask them to be quiet, but if they can read the air like that, can they still win the battle for the throne? First, the third prince blew down the bubble by the poison of the poured drink.

Those on the spot were terribly confused and the other princes let go of the glass with a frightened look.

But I tried that poisoned drink without hesitation.

My father, the soldiers around me, the neighbors, I'm sure Teng himself would have looked at me with surprised eyes at this time.

Now, as a seven-year-old, I already knew how many tastes of poison, and yet I was a living rare being.

To say that the history of the Luskian kingdom is always with poison, it is a country with developed poisoning techniques, so there is nothing like hiding the flavor. But by remembering the information that I could read from that taste as a magical technique, I was creating a mechanism that I could match in my body.

Especially the poison here these days, they also have a way of doing half the magic. Arsenic was exactly that at this time.

It's a close way to cursing, but it only works for that person by specifying the name of the object of interest in the poison itself. So what you call a poisoning clerk is of little use.

I was secretly using magic to analyze the poison in my body. As we can see from the analysis, the subject of this poison did not include only the First Prince and the King. That alone tells us which faction is moving most aggressively to make the other princes deceased.

The third prince died instantly. He was a weak, timid prince.

It would be a shame if I could do some healing magic with a little respite. If it works, the poison in this country is very scary.

Even though we've hardly ever been involved, and our brothers all have a strong perception of being enemies, it's still very hard for our brothers who share blood to die.

Now, from this time on, some will say prodigy against me, no matter how much poison I serve, and some will say monster.

I hid as much as I could from the royal magician that I could use magic, and I had the power to keep it in my body as much as I could, so I wouldn't have detected my magic. I don't think my powers will be easy to understand unless you bring in a name witch with fewer amazing arms now.

So the royal family had no idea by what power I was protected and survived.

That's why the word prodigy and monster comes out, and so do many people who put themselves in the extreme into me. Though this would have been something other factions wouldn't have liked.

My presence, the overwhelming white magician, could solve everything.

But this “overwhelming” part is the most troublesome.

Because it's overwhelming, no one knows what I am and I don't understand it.

Naturally, white magic is convenient.

It's basically a gentle force, and it's convenient, because I have this, and I survive on this battlefield.

The smell of herbal tea stirs up your chest somewhere.

I wonder why.

On Earth, I didn't feel this way, even though I didn't have the magic to use white magic.

You were filled without strength because you were just a person, spending your days with just friends.

I'm sure, even if it had overwhelming power, there would be no point in power without the same mound of people who could really understand it.

I think so.