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

My name is Urbanus Medité.

He is the head of one of the twelve great nobles, the Medithet family, and also professor of the Royal School of Magic Guidance Studies, which exists on the patriarchal side of the Wang capital, Miladrid.

Quite mistaken, but I'm only 23.

"Hey, Wolfie, you're probably killing me. Yeah? Are you that concerned that my daughter just told you about my uncle? Yeah??"

I went earlier to the church in Carted for a meeting about the “ecclesiastical festival” next spring, but I met a little strange girl then.

Name is Machia Odileel.

"Olgum, you know what I mean? That magic."

……

I replied to the spirits of the white serpent beneath my feet in the carriage running down the road at night.

This is one of the Hundred Spirits, Organ-Organ.

It is a holy white serpent who supposedly lived in the sanctuary in ancient times.

As the patron saint of our Medithet family, our Lord fulfills his covenant from generation to generation.

"Shit. I thought these magic guide monocle glasses were broken. It's an age."

"Hang on. Is that what breaks so easily? Yeah?? An amazing name for the historic Medithet. The right eye of the witches is an incredible magic instrument that we've gathered together to collect."

"I didn't even say ~. If you look at a number like that, it's normal to doubt it."

It's been a really long time since I've had this unpleasant sweat.

"Say something like that, your face is laughing, Ur"

"Humph...... ma, naturally. That demon derivative (Magi Vector) is comparable to the demon king of 2000 years ago. I don't know what the hell that is, but that girl has the magic of the Demon King class."

"Hang on. With that said, even the unlikely magic of the Fifth Prince, wasn't it noisy before you? What in this day and age, so many people show up to make such ridiculous magic figures?"

"... you candled it, Organ. According to the diocesan dossier, those who tap into figures over Million mg appear for about 1,000 years in a cycle. As far as the dossier is concerned, the King of Gold 3,000 years ago, the King of Silver, the Three Great Demon Kings 2,000 years ago, the Green Witch, the Blue General 1,000 years ago, Princess Vine, the Archbishop of Holy Ashes...... Only the upper echelons of the Patriarchate know what that means and what the role is."

"Wait, if the three great demon kings are there, what about the legendary brave ones?

"I told you. This is because as long as there is material... there is no material left on the legendary Brave Demon Numbers for some reason. But it is said that perhaps we would have had the numbers in line for the great demon kings of history."

My grandmother, who didn't like it, always complained.

If anyone strikes out an unusual number, he says it is the truth of this Mayday.

Don't miss everything about fate.

We reached the Medite villa in the town next to Carted. A woman stood at the gate and waited for me to return.

A skinny woman with dark brunette hair ties.

She is wearing a thin dress that is loose because it is already midnight.

"Oh, Giselle. Were you awake?"

"I thought you were awake... I told you to stay awake"

"Am I?

Like I said, no, I got out of the carriage.

Her name is Gisele Medité. It's my wife.

Three or so younger young beautiful wives, I'd be quite jealous.

"Oh, I'm tired. Shall I take one?"

"Stop smelling too strong, right? You smell it before you go to bed."

"Come on, don't take the pleasure of your husband home from work"

I take off my heavy hat and my overlapping jacket in my room and open it up from my cramped figure.

Even though magicians basically have to keep their complexion out of much exposure, shoulders still stiff when they wear heavy clothes all day long.

Remove the flue and inhale deeply.

And I like moments of throwing up for a long time.

Heavy smokers are the fate of Medithes.

My wife, Giselle, is a huge alcoholic, although she can't smoke, and she still pours wine into her glass, not to serve me at all.

"You want a drink, too?

"Well, just a little bit.... Whoa, you want some organ too?

The spirits of the white serpent, whispering beneath his feet, appeared by name.

He also likes to drink quite a bit and sometimes adds to the evening snack. Well, like it or not, this guy falls asleep as soon as he drinks.

I turned the glass in circles, looked at its thin, lean black, and then tilted the glass at her.

She had the look of saying she didn't like it a bit, but lightly hits her own glass on the edge of my glass. A bouncing high sound of glass.

"So, please explain to me why you kept me awake. I even bothered to use the Magic Message."

A sip of wine, she cut it out.

"... Is it a sin to want to spend the night's twirling moments with my loving wife"

"Wow, stop. Because I feel really bad already."

She always hates when she says things like this.

I decided to think positively that it was illuminating, and I got to the point.

"Well, listen, Giselle. I met an incredible man today. It's just a 12- or 3-year-old girl with a Magi Vector value over Million mg."

".................. lying......"

"It was my magic guide monocle that got me to know. Oh, thank God for the noble witches of history"

That said, I drink a sip of wine, too.

It tasted pretty good.

Olgham took a sip and has already made up his mind.

"I wonder if she can use magic. Potential magic derivatives (Magi vectors) sometimes mean there's no magic technique yet, right? Where the hell is she?

"They say it's Countess Odileel of Delierfield. Name it Machia Odileel."

"I wonder if you're hiding the name. Or he doesn't know about magic..."

"No, what do you think... those eyes weren't from such a pure girl"

I can still feel the pin and tense air of that moment, named after each other.

"I'm a man, so you didn't think there was any point in naming me."

"Your one-eyed glasses are a really cowardly item."

"Say what. It's the crystal of the life of a historical name witch. It's really important to be able to get to the Magi Vector information sooner than anyone else. That's how we Medithes just seek, observe, bypass, study, and quietly process the essence of the magic guide, but motto. Unlike the magician of the Esta family, who immediately scrambles for the throne of the royal palace. They make too much poison in the first place."

Gisele laughed with her nose and said, "Right."

But when I heard about the battle for the throne, as I recall.

"But you said when you met with the Fifth Prince before, it was an amazing magic number. This one wonders how much Medithet is not involved in the fight for the throne, right?

"... sort of. But I got very little information about the Fifth Prince. I know what a Million Over Demon King class is, but not until more detailed numbers. That must be white magic that restricts information. I can assume you can use quite a bit of magic."

"... but who the hell is to His Highness? It's not that Isaac, is it?

"Ha. There will be no such thing. Your Highness goes far above Isaac."

"Then why are you telling me you can use magic? I guess I didn't come here with the education I deserved. Born? That can't be happening..."

"I don't know that, so I must be haunting my head too, Giselle."

Put the wine glass on the table and I glanced forward and put my fingers together.

Gisele across the street looks down on me like that.

"That's what I'm laughing at."

"Ha"

Well.

I don't know what to do.

My grandmother's words, which I didn't like, dazzle my head.

I didn't expect the 1000 year cycle to come around in my generation.

"If I can, I want to put it together and monitor it in Wang Du. Both the Fifth Prince and Machia Odileel will always be involved in the history of this age if they have all those numbers"

"Then maybe the next ecclesiastical festival would be a good opportunity"

"Why?"

"'Cause there's“ colors, "right? Next Episcopal Festival......"

When history moves, predictions can be made in a way.

Because the next ecclesiastical festival will be different from the usual one.

One, from the kingdom of Frezil to the east, comes a royal visitor.

Two, it is said that the next king will be decided after this ecclesiastical festival.

Three, during the ecclesiastical festival, there is information that clandestine, anti-eastern factions move heavily.

With these elements alone, the moment comes when history moves.

At that time, there's no way anyone with too much magic is in the vortex.

I won't hit him. But will that girl come to the king's capital...

"... that sounds fun, Ur. Above all."

"Don't you like that? Can we do something more fun now?

"... give me a bottle of liquor there. I'll crack your head open now. Because poison doesn't kill you. You are. It has to be a physical attack."

"Wait, wait, wait. No physics, not even in the wind of the magicians of Medithet."

"Because I'm not a magician."

Gisele's face lifting the liquor bottle with both hands seems somewhere delightful.

Naturally. She wanted to kill me, but she became my wife for it.

Well, we'll talk about that another time.

Now I have to protect myself.