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

My name is Isaac Kerios.

He is one of the rugged royal magicians.

Now, for the record, I am entrusted with the task of escorting His Highness Prince Ulysses, the Fifth Prince.

That was about a summer night feast two years ago.

Be a royal magician. All this day will be rude, drink, sing, and make noise, and boast of your power. I am not the exception, it is the beginning of the matter that I usually have too dark roots to look good with the help of alcohol.

Speaking of royal palace demon mentors around this time, he was full of heavenly demons who wanted to suck sweet honey but only asked the mighty how he was going to be the king of the next generation and who he should keep up with.

Being the mother of the first prince, the righteous queen Adalziza told the royal magician that her feathers were good, so many magicians were selling her charm, and I was wondering if I could give her that spill again.

At that arrow tip, in the feast seat, Lady Adalziza's favorite magician Tonmarzo called out.

"Hey Isaac, is it true what you just told me?

"... to?

"I hear you made a pact with the Water Spirit. You're an executive candidate to be able to make a contract with the Spirit, dude."

"Hey, not so much"

I'm the one who stays better when I'm praised for being drunk.

But this is true.

I can be quite proud because I was able to make a pact with one of the hundred spirits that the White Wise Men of the East, once called the father of the White Mage, supposedly entrusted to the legendary brave man.

This happened to be sleeping in a water kettle found in the Antiques City of Wang Du.

Isaac, why don't you take your skin off for Master Adalziza? He wants an excellent magician. "

……

There was a good opportunity I didn't even wish for.

I have no complaints if it is more like Adalziza to look me in the eye.

This also makes me a sight to behold, and the first prince is safe and secure for the rest of his life when he takes the throne.

I'm an idiot because I've been thinking such sweet things.

My first order was the assassination of His Highness Prince Ulysses, the Fifth Prince.

If I were anonymous, I wouldn't have legs, if I found out, I could cut my legs off easily, would that be the place?

It can be assumed that he was called out for this reason. But if you refuse, I will be killed for whatever mouth seal I have.

I regretted my indiscretion, but things were already too late.

Now, my water spirit-water is a faithful me.

I could see how insidious it was to let this Spirit kill people.

But I told this faithful man to look out for me crying in his room with regret and pity.

"If it's for your husband, I'll kill him. If you say that's the justice your husband believes in."

I have never thought of justice as such.

How I can live deliciously and easily, and that's all I have.

I became a White Devil mentor because I was a little more magical than people and happened to be in the solicitation of Wangdu College of Magic Instruction, so my parents also recommended that if I were a mage, I wouldn't be eaten up.

I don't know what the hell this situation is when I say that.

Instead of being fed up, he is moving away from his path as a white magician.

It was me who felt as if it were an act in the comedy tale of the other side of the world, with a fierce battle for the throne and still young princes dying one after the other, but it still had parties to it.

His Royal Highness Prince Ulysses is a young child of slightly eleven years of age.

It doesn't really come out on the table, but according to what I've heard, no matter how much poison you serve, you won't die. Some called him a prodigy, some called him the next king and God's given child as much as possible, while others called him a monster, a devil's son.

The faction of my first prince can't help but notice that this fifth prince is blind.

Surely it is a sort of fear.

I unleashed a peachy fluorescent that set up the procedure in front of the prince's bedroom and waited for the prince to take it.

The young and innocent prince came out to the courtyard as he aimed, and my heart beat violently.

Can I really kill the prince like this?

Is it permissible that a man of my time should kill a young child like that, and a prince of this country?

I was violently shaking my mind when I said it was just before the assassination. But it's too late.

Watail pointed the blade of water at His Highness Ulysses without hesitation.

"............ to?

But I saw a surprising sight.

Watail suddenly stopped attacking.

His Highness Ulysses is not afraid of the Spirit, but rather has a spare grin that cannot be shown in this situation.

What the hell is wrong with this? Is the story of the Fifth Prince saying that he is a prodigy just to say that it was true?

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

His Royal Highness said yes, it seemed to me.

With that mouthful and the majesty and spare that I didn't think belonged to a child only eleven years old, I was unlikely to be able to hide at all.

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

"Come on, why not?"

It is good to see a child named His Highness Ulysses directly in front of you.

Oh, that this child is indeed indisputably special.

And I was afraid.

Oh, I'm sure there will be a heavenly punishment for me.

But for some reason His Highness told me, stroking the furrows on Watail's back, crying.

"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."

There were no words.

You called me a white sorcerer, a sorcerer who dyed his hands on the path of breaking the code, even though you told me he was after my life.

And I guess my strays were already clearly visible in this one's eyes.

Its amethyst-colored beautiful eyes were so clear that they were likely to be inhaled.

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

I could no longer stand on the spot and cried.

There is no way you can forgive me more, I know I did all that.

His Highness Ulysses seemed to be at a high altitude the better if he were to be judged by this one.

But His Highness peered into my face, weeping and gloomy, and was turned to a merciful smile.

That smile alone is enough to make me feel the evil, the evil, all the lowly hearts melting and flushing in my heart.

I was sure.

This is the future king. That he is the Son of God.

I understood that it was also a special being that I was afraid to put into words, whether I must have the blessing of a great God, or another rebirth of God.

Since then, I have remained a gloomy sorcerer.

I have decided to subordinate His Royal Highness Prince Ulysses while failing in his mission.

It was from a sense of purpose that I wanted to serve this person wholeheartedly, that I wanted to sharpen my life, that I had to protect him from all the ugly things.

My life is like being saved by Your Highness.

Because you pulled me out of the dark mud of every ugly soul of mine.

That's it, two years early when I served His Highness Ulysses.

His Royal Highness is increasingly refined in its character, demonstrating a beautiful and powerful, extraordinary presence.

I could not help but save me, choose, and carve my allegiance to His Highness Ulysses on my side, hoping that one day I will die for this one.