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

The orange colour of the sunset coloured the waves of the sea.

At such a slightly lonely time, listening to the sounds of the seabirds, I'm just like a worn out rag and dusk.

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Sitting on the embankment, never going down to the sandy beach, watching the distant waves, not watching.

After being horrified at the end of the day, I feel dogged and tired.

Oh, I'm tired.

Sleepy.

Tired.

I wanted to give my kids classes because I wanted them to be willing to learn for themselves.

After all, where I said this to my adult counterpart, I wouldn't talk to him if he didn't have the will to say "I want to go to school”.

With that in mind, he gathered the children to feed the sweets, gave various assistance to the bishops of the Church, and taught the history, mythology, simple reading and writing of letters and calculations of this country to the degree of trial in the vacant land next door.

History and mythology will all be interesting to hear if we let them listen to each other in a storytelling style.

I'm so glad. I wanted them to find out what they might want to know.

Just because there was a stained glass of Mayday mythology in the church, one day we talked while showing it.

Then one of the children asked me honest questions.

"Hey, I know nine gods created this mayday, but why is the ninth god looking forward? I mean, why are all the other gods turning sideways?

"It's..."

I'm in a little trouble.

This stained glass painting is inspired by an ancient mural on the Holy Land of Vabilofos and refers to the title “The Return of the Gods”.

That's what I said. I have common sense knowledge, but I'm not a historical researcher, so I don't even know what the painting means in detail.

If I can't answer the kids' questions here, I'll disappoint you.

I was half blue thinking so, and the bishop laughed and answered me instead.

"It's going to be a little difficult, though. Long ago, when this“ Return of the Gods ”was portrayed, it was predominant to portray people and gods sideways. Even if you look at murals from the same era, they're all painted sideways."

Indeed.

I think all the people who are remembered for murals and stuff were sideways.

"Then why is the ninth God directly in the front... because the front is an attribution that implies“ death ”. Uh, I guess you mean a symbol that means death. Hmm... Simply put, this God is the God of Death. It's a god called Para Hadefis."

"Hmm."

Me being with the kids and reacting big.

I learned a little bit about this. The kids don't seem to understand much, but they seem interested.

I see that each of the gods is a god of battle, a god of abundance, or something to preside over, but the ninth god just points to the front and shows that he is the "Lord of Death”.

Now, when it comes to kids, I look like I'm enjoying studying at first, but I'm not comfortable getting out of work or getting tired of starting to give up.

Some kids work hard to study, but some kids are still in good shape and show their gianism. Antonio, something like that.

When such children say "snooze," the study is incidentally cut off, and all the children jump out into town.

Speaking of ghosts is about me.

Do the kids enjoy being chased by me, are they just making fun of me, or do they hate studying?

I do think that forcing me to study may make me reluctant to “go to school" at the heart of it, and I have no choice but to go along with this play. I'm so tired of this.

But I'm also the man in this town who's been described as the legendary chimney cleaner.

I know where the kids are going to hide, and I remember the escape route.

We need to make sure we get them all.

That's how I collect them in the square again, and it's my routine here these days to give them sweets and take a rest.

Perhaps this sweet time is the best eyeball for the kids. Yodel is called the sweet brother.

I'll study again for a while, but the trick begins again.

About twice a day, the groove is sandwiched between classes. Like one of the timetables already set.

"... kids are fine, true"

I picked up the stone on the side and threw it towards the distant waves.

And one, sigh loudly.

The kids are fine enough to be true.

He's innocent, he's not evil, he wields me.

Even the archery of the sword has never been so tiring.

If you go home to the mansion, the next day in class you think about what to cover and the days you prepare.

Every day when you open a class, you do your best to keep your mouth shut twice.

Machia still doesn't try to show herself in front of me.

Days I can't see her.

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Zaaaaaaaaa............

The sound of the waves is pleasant.

The sea breeze feels good.

I get more and more distracted.

Kotsun

Something hit me in the head.

I'm surprised by that, and lift up my face, which was going to be stuck asleep.

……

Of course it was a big dongle that rolled down my knee.

Has this hit my head?

What a mismatch between the sea and the dongle. Where the hell did you fly from?

Nowhere, it smells nostalgic and sweet. I felt that way.

"... Machia?

I just looked back intuitively at the smell, but naturally no one.

That's the usual Carted seaside street.

There can't be Machia here.

Even if Machia was here, she couldn't just throw a donkey at me.

If you spotted a gap where I was nagging, you'd see a dongle bomb.

……

That's weird.

I felt your signs in a place like this.

I'm pretty tired, too.