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

That was when I was eleven.

By then the number of princes had already been reduced to four out of ten, so the spearhead of the enemy faction to me had also become so sharp and focused.

Yes, that day I was told by the Bastians that I could never go outside, but I found a peachy fluorescent in the courtyard and followed it.

I knew in my mind that this must be a trap too, but I dared to try to get on with it, something I had an unpleasant personality as a child.

There is a marble fountain over the courtyard.

I was uncomfortable with that one decorative sculpture statue.

It was an elephant sculpture of nine old gods, but in the statue of the beast that one god is stepping on, is. I felt like those eyes kind of glowed, and I thought hum. The Spirit seems to be simulating.

The statue came in front of me, turning the water from the fountain into a blade.

"Oh? It's a water spirited watertail..."

I remember the spirits, so when they attacked me, but called out loudly, the attack stopped perfectly right in front of me, becoming just water and falling to the ground.

………

The Spirit named Watail, it had surprising eyes.

Yes, this spirit was the one I was under contract to.

It was about above intermediate in the water spirits, but I think it was treasured because it was fuel efficient. Did you say that the figure was a fox with a hairline of water? It's cute for you.

"... keh, sage...?

"Oh, you know what I mean? Even like this."

"Of course it is!! Because there's no way I can forget the smell of your soul!!

Well, Wotaire was trying to kill me until earlier, and when she knew who she was, she completely lost her fighting spirit, and even her eyelashes started crying.

When this happens, there's no assassination or anything, but come on, there's got to be a magician somewhere who's under contract with him.

I spoke to the person who I'm sure would be watching.

"Who is the Lord? How long has white magic been such a fuss about letting spirits kill people?

The water surface of the dark moon-night fountain swayed a little.

What appeared without sound was a strange skinny young magician with long dark brown hair bound behind him. My first impression is to say that you look very pale and fortunately thin somewhere.

The young man said he couldn't figure out what had happened.

Well, naturally. Because the Spirit under his covenant could not keep the order.

"... why the hell... Your Highness Ulysses..."

"Come on, why not?"

I stroke the fur of the waters of the crying waters and ask the young man who is unable to do anything more.

"Is it the first prince's faction? Don't let a fine magician like Watail get his hands on such a vicious thing."

……

"Look, I can see you getting a little lost. You are a clean white magician. The assassins aren't better suited than they are."

".................. Yes. Forgive me..........................."

The young man bowed his head deeply and knelt on the spot in tears of remorse.

How disingenuous an order was given? Because you don't look like a young man who kills people.

Oh, boy, even if I know.

Before too much power, people have difficulty penetrating justice.

I give in, peek into the young man's face, and smile. Because that's all that makes people's evil a little disappear.

Later, this young man came under me and remains a loyal servant.

I called my name Isaac Kerios.

The smell of herbal tea evokes various memories in spite of the morning. Once upon a time on Earth, my beloved matcha was a calming item that, on the contrary, made me forget something unpleasant. Herbal tea is in your head. It evokes something you have to remember, something that makes your mind waver a little. Still, I consider this herbal tea a necessity under the circumstances.

I was reincarnated here to say that I was so noble, because my daily life is in a survival game.

You must always have a sense of tension.

I'm already thirteen. Now the prince, the first prince and I are the only ones.

Yeah, I would have liked to have been born to a traveler's child, rather than to be the only two surviving princes in this country anyway.

Then I could have toured the world on my own feet again, checked for a long time, and trampled on the likes of this world that has been going on since our time.

If it's just a castle range, what's the point of my rebirth into this world?

Oh, what happened to your former friends, Maki and Takumi?

Must be reincarnated into this world in the same way.

Though I can't stay a helpless prince to look for.

But I'm sure I only know that I'll see you again.

"Your Highness, may I?!

Isaac opened the door to the room in a bit of a panic.

He's a cowardly sorcerer, and his actions and reactions are over and funny.

"This, Isaac... can't be in front of His Highness."

"Yes, sir"

Isaac carefully shut the door as Bastian told him, then told me that he had just woken up.

"Earlier, Lady Raymond's messenger came here. Take this to Your Highness."

He took a documented cylinder out of his deep robe sleeve.

When I receive it, I unseal it and retrieve the sentence.

……

Read the contents and I laugh like I'm in trouble.

"... What did Master Raymond say?

"Come to tea in the afternoon."

"What are you going to do?

"I thought I'd go. I don't hate my uncle."

At this time of the recent intensification of the battle for the throne, is it time to say that he intends to take the throne in earnest?

"Your Highness, Master Raymond is a very good mover of people. You're gonna wind up."

"Oh, why?... bad for the Bastians, but I'm not going to be king."

"Another joke like that."

……

Well, I'm not really interested in the throne, but when I say this, it's loud around me.

Well, I think it's bad for the servants who have been expecting me since I was born.

The policy direction is more empathetic with my uncle than with my first prince's brother.

"Well, you can't ignore it because you're calling me anyway, right?

That's how I finally got out of bed.

It's going to be a long day, starting with a long morning.