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

It's Machia.

Winter is a season of silence for Delia Field in the farming zone.

Cold weather ensues, with rare snow falling, and a wide earth of dead grass awaits the next spring.

"What, an award? Your father? Thor??

"That's right, Machia. The Cartesian school system received a medal from the Archbishop at the Spring Episcopal Festival."

"... Yes?

I thought it was something because your father had spoken happily as he took a small leap, but what he said was truly astonishing.

Each year, the Episcopal Festival celebrates the award of a medal as the "Green Treasure Award” to those who have contributed to society and culture.

The archbishop of the Patriarchate immediately handed down the prize, and the ceremony also featured a great deal of royalty.

It is certainly an honorable award.

That's what the Carted business school project says it won.

Your father seems very happy.

Of course. That's not true of anyone who can win the Green Treasure Award when it comes to nobility, because it's also said that just having this medal will boost your character as a nobleman.

Me and Thor looked at each other.

"Father, then Spring Episcopal Festival, can we go to the Church Country?

"That's what I'm saying. We intend to spend some time in the King's Capital during the Episcopal Festival, which lasts about a week. The Duke of Bigrates would like to lend you one of the villas. Let's take all the servants and pause. The king's capital was truly gorgeous and beautiful during that period."

"Sounds like fun."

I pair my hands with a pong and jump and rejoice there like a child.

Well, you were actually happy.

Your father took you to Wang Capital once before, but you weren't interested at that time.

But how important is it to us today to say that we are going to King's Capital?

I glanced at Tor and nodded small.

This was about three months ago.

"Yuri said... he is the Prince of Ruskia!?

Thor, who came back to me after Carted's work, was returning with a very large souvenir.

That's an article in the Wang Du newspaper.

There were pictures of the Fifth Prince that rarely appeared on the surface.

That face was someone I knew very well.

"The Fifth Prince, Ulysses Claudio Les Ruscia............ Machia, I know you can tell, but whatever you think, it looks just like the Earth name Yuri-jing. I can feel your face, as you can see."

"The Prince is reincarnated," he said.

"I thought you'd say that. Why are there so many disparities..."

"haha"

I used to remember when I went to Cartesian with patience.

Um, children of poor stature. If Tor was once in that too, even the same Demon King would be a very different reincarnation if he were a chimney cleaning husband and prince.

"Then I have to go see him. To Wang Du"

"How...?

……

Well, that was my biggest problem.

Anyway, Delia Field is far from the king's capital, and it's not that easy to get there.

Some hands are magically forced to go, but I also don't think Yuri would be so easy to see if Ulysses were a prince.

I felt like I needed something called a proper procedure, and I couldn't move.

"The Royal Family will be attending the Episcopal Festival award ceremony, and we might be able to get in touch."

"You've been blessed with some very good opportunities. Was it on the edge of something for me to work in a cartel..."

"I think so."

Thor was looking out the window at this wide dead grass land in Delia Field.

"Ecclesiastical festival... if you say so, my uncle, who I met before, said something about an ecclesiastical festival."

"What? What uncle?

"No, talk about this one. Kind of adorable. Just my uncle......... never mind."

I drink warm milk tea and warm my body.

If you say anything about Lord Medite we met at the church in Carted, you'll find out that you peeked at Tor that day, so it's vaguely cloudy there.

"... ugh"

The warm sweet milk tea colour can be seen in the nostalgic Yuri shadow somewhere.

Once this sweet, suitably cold winter has passed, the festival will be held during the spring budding season and this country will celebrate with grandeur.

Yuri, no, Ulysses, maybe you still don't know us.

But I can finally find you. I'm most happy with that.

We will be guided by the protection of Vabilofos, and we will surely meet in that sanctuary.