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

(• Month 12: Tor)

Waha, I won't tell you. Smile.

Your child should eat lemon cake.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I will never forgive you, Tor!!

I was still trying to rip the note paper that Tor had stuck in front of the door.

"What's the job!! I'm not just eating good food!!

'Cause he sucks already.

Why are you going to work in a cartel and eating such a luxurious full course of seafood?

From what I've heard from your mother, she seems to be tasting the Cultured food menu.

"He, he just bragged to me, he...... he...... wow!!!

Whether you waste it or gobble in a bet, you can't contain this anger.

Just the words pearl salmon and peach shrimp don't know that my saliva stays. Shit, I'm hungry.

I fisted my desk and sank the anger and saliva that had not subsided, its fighting spirit.

Prepare your rough breath, lick your lips and grin.

"Fine... I have an idea if you're up to it."

I checked out a lot of dongles hidden in my desk.

(• Month 13: Machia)

I made up my mind.

I'll blow you up.

When you get out of your room tomorrow, walk carefully step by step.

Again, don't think I'm going to let you in this house alive.

Thor, I'm gonna make you regret pissing me off.

With that in mind, I say I've planted more traps in Tor's range of action than usual, and Tor the boulder seems to be about to spot my pattern of attacks.

From what I can see from the window in the room, it was more or less your father or, rarely, Yodel caught on the pit or the netting.

Thor really doesn't care because every time he sees this one he flinches.

(• Month 14: Tor)

Your trap almost hit your palace.

I'm sad for you.

And I put it in the house normally.

You're still fast asleep.

The note that was affixed in front of the door the next day makes me decide.

Yeah, let's go to the cartel.

I can't go away without basically putting on a toil.

Whether or not you go to Carted once a year in the first place. The people in this house can't help but want to treat me dearly as a boxed lady.

But if I don't see the look on his face today, which I say today, I won't be able to fit my belly bug.

I ordered my mother's doll, Caroline, to paint her blood slightly invisible at an early age.

"Reply on my behalf."

This Caro doll remembers many of my tones, repertoire of replies, etc.

If she's this kid, she'll listen to about an order to respond instead.

The adorable girl doll nodded and replied on her desk.

Roger that, Master Machia.

The voice is me itself.

Well, I put a "studying" tag in front of the door of the room, wore a sturdy boot for external use, woven a brown robe and jumped out the window.

If you are studying, it is up to those in the house not to enter the room.

I'll be fine until evening as long as I have a doll to respond to.

I made my way out of the hall and hid myself in a wide stream of Delia Field wheat hoes while heading to Carted.

Afternoon carted with the sky very blue.

But lately, I've only gotten a little chilly. Winter is near.

At a time like this, there are noticeable young chimney cleaning husbands running around everywhere. Thor was doing that, too.

Long time ago the harbour town is still ragged and crowded.

There must be a special air somewhere because people gather from every part of the southern continent and there are many immigrants from the eastern continent.

There are also many rare items displayed in the store that you won't see in Delia Field, and even this will interest me.

"Now, where the hell is Thor?"

According to what I've heard, he's running around this town from morning to night.

I'm not sure what I'm doing, but apparently it's something I need very much for my new school.

"Ma'am, yeah!!! These fucking kids!!!

If I was deeply dressed in robes and distracted by the good smell of fried confectionery lining up in the dewstore, I would hear a familiar voice from somewhere.

I was just a little thrilled.

"... this voice..."

Distracted by the crowd, when I turned my gaze to those who heard voices, I found Thor chasing several children and sweating for some reason.

It seems kind of weird because I saw him a long time ago, but the situation is weird more than that.

They were chasing that group, probably children of chimney cleaning husbands and merchants. The children stand tall, "No, no, no, no, no."

"... what?

What the hell is going on?

It was a very desperate shape for him, always floating.

Thor, though, feels somewhere pushed by a few evil kid powers.

Eventually they went through this outdoor neighborhood.

Really, it's a moment.

"Huh, Tor won't punish you either. The kids are totally messing with Tor."

"I wonder what class you had today."

Thor and others, after a group of children left, the people at the store were spouting their rumors.

I just stare at my face.

What the hell does he say he's doing?

We then buy a bag of fried confectionery and start investigating it as we walk through fluffy eating.

Anyway, if we don't find Tor, we won't be talking about it.

Because it was so instantaneous earlier that I didn't even have the idea to go after it.

Right next to the outdoor street, walking along the embankment by the sea, I didn't miss a 10-year-old walking from across the street.

"Hey, you there. Don't you know a brunette named Thor?

When asked that, the boy answers with a tickling laugh.

"I know. It's Dr. Thor."

"Doctor?"

"Yeah. It's in the middle of a church, in the empty space next door, and it gathers kids like us and tells them interesting stories. Everyone goes there a lot because if you take the quiz, you get sweets. Dr. Thor, he used to be a legendary chimney cleaner."

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Legendary chimney cleaner......

Twitching phrase.

I still don't know what he's doing, but that Tor is the teacher.

"... next to the church, or"

I gave the kid a piece of fried confectionery and went to a church in Carted that I had only been to once in the past.

Anyway, I think I can see something really interesting.