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

I'm Machia.

The day before he went to King's Capital for the Episcopal Festival, Thor received a half-day leave to visit his mother, who was hospitalized in a large hospital in Delia Field.

I've seen his mother several times, too, but it's a skinny brunette, like a light-hearted beauty.

"Oh, God, it's nothing. You don't have to follow me."

"Because I'm free."

"There's no reason to be free. Don't even get ready to travel tomorrow."

Thor complaining enough in the carriage, but he tends to lay low somewhere.

I was a little worried.

To him, I wonder what the hell a mother is.

Delierfield hospitals come in search of calm, natural land patterns and definitive treatment for patients of all diseases in this country.

Also, the hospital food is famous for being tasty compared to others.

"Well... Thor, you've come a lot. Oh, Lord Machia."

Thor's mother, Aish Sagaram, was on a simple cot in a white hospital room, just quietly reading.

As soon as I entered the room, I was under the impression that the whiteness of the hospital room and the white clothes for the sick, the whiteness of her clear skin, and its wickedness were all in one and were going to disappear now.

Thor had a difficult face, but he was smiling like he had trouble being heard by her.

"Auntie, it would be terrible if I talked to you. Leave me alone. I was eating a lot of delicious food at the cartel."

"Well...... Tor. That's what I heard, you were involved in setting up a new school in Carted? He taught the kids a lot of things and was interested in academics... It was in the paper. I'm already surprised, because it's what your name was."

My aunt chuckled and took a clip of the article from the drawer next to her bet at that time.

Tor is gnawed.

"Yes, yes. I won the Green Treasure Award. That's what I came to report, Tor."

"... Ah too - fine. Don't say that."

What are you ashamed of? I'm not a puberty kid.

Ah... puberty at your age?

"Fair enough, say such a mouth to Master Machia..."

"Oh, that's okay, Auntie. Because I'm telling you to."

……

Thor has a slightly lower mouth count. It seems kind of weird.

For his part, he is good at showing the surface well that he can have some conversation with anyone.

Well, there are times when I was higher than anyone who said I was a former demon king, and I can give quite a few opinions to those who are more visible than me.

But what is it?

Is this a mouthful to this woman who gave birth to me, and to her mother as well?

Speaking of which, when he was on Earth, he had a little chill against his parents.

Well, I had a problem with his parents in that case, too.

"............... I'll get some water in the vase"

"What?"

"Because of the flowers you brought, you have to decorate them beautifully."

Thor always buys white roses when he goes to visit his aunt. It's actually perfect for your aunt's image.

"Well, you shouldn't, Master Machia. I can't believe I let Master Machia pump water."

"Oh, no, Auntie. Me, I just like to be able to flower. Besides, this hospital was created by my father. I want to look around a lot too."

I stood up laughing niggardly and looked down at Tor.

He has an indescribable face.

I grabbed a decorated vase of slightly shriveled flowers and received a bouquet of flowers from Tor on my aunt's lap, before leaving the hospital room.

Come on, parents and children. You can talk without water.

This hospital has a water field for flowers.

That's where I find the dead flowers and the still energetic flowers, and the faded Margaret that has become, and only half the petals left, and overlays them with the shadow of my aunt.

"Hey, hey, your son from Mr. Sagaram was here."

"Thor, it must be you. You've become a better man."

"I'm sure Mr. Sagaram thinks you're a proud son, too.... That's why you look really cute. Thor, you already know that, don't you?

"Yeah... I should be in touch."

The white nurses coming and going behind the water field are talking about Tor and your aunt somehow.

I was a little concerned.

"Hey, nurses"

"!? Dear Machia, oh, did you want it?

"Tell me more about that earlier."

"... uh..."

The nurses are looking at each other like they're in trouble.

I drank a little side.

According to the nurses' stories, even if Auntie unravels the latest treatment using white magic, she has been alive for six months.

The final announcement has already been passed on to Thor.

"He..."

As I headed to the infirmary, I remembered a previous life when my parents died in an accident.

Thor, I wonder how you feel right now.

Like me, what's wrong?

"I'm sorry, Thor. Such a mother who couldn't do anything for you until the end......"

"..................... Mother"

I stopped in front of the hospital room because I heard a conversation in the room.

I couldn't get into it.

My aunt is crying and saying something to Thor.

"I turned you into such a small, chimney cleaning husband, and I can't even let you go to school. Really terrible mother. I was just sleeping at home."

"... no, Mother. I decided to work on my own."

"Thor...... you really have been since you were little. Kind, well done, as if I were more of a child, comforted by you. Even when I heard that guy died on the battlefield, you've been consoling me to cry. You don't even cry... No, you don't, you couldn't cry, could you? Because I was so weak... and that's why I'm such a nasty mother"

"... mother"

I feel like there has been a long silence.

Did you think so because I was listening as I lurked my breath and was aware of every second of it?

"I'm sorry, Thor. I didn't want to embarrass you.... Yes, I have something I wanted to give you. There was a rocket in my father's artifact that you took when you were a little girl, with pictures of three family members. Think you'd rather have it than me."

"... no, Mother... but"

"Don't worry... it's an amulet. Even so, you were recognized by Count Odileel, even without our power, and you even won an honorable award for accepting us in return for the Cartesian. Though this stuff can only be a burden."

"That's not true... Mother. I don't think I have what I am on my own. My father went to the battlefield to protect us, and my mother took me, desperately fleeing the war. So don't tell me you're a bad mother. For me, you're the only mother..."

"... Tor"

I know one thing.

Hold a vase in your chest, place a soft petal of white roses on your face, inhale that gentle, pathetic scent, and withstand the silence of the conversation verses as you lay your back on the door in front of the hospital room.

Thor, maybe you won't cry.

But unlike me, you must feel a little sore.

Your mother, like this white rose, may indeed have been a weak unreliable person, but for you, she must have been the best mother ever.

You've been protecting her.

"You... you okay?

"What?"

"No... about your aunt. Because I asked."

In the carriage back home, I couldn't help but ask for a roaring toil somewhere.

"Oh...... Well, after my parents died in my last life, it seemed perfectly fine."

"Me and you will be different."

"No, you're not."

Thor lowers his voice and clearly speaks out as he looks out at the fields of Delia Field visible through the window.

"It's not the same, even me... That guy said I couldn't cry because I was weak, but no. That doesn't make me sad. Even when I heard that my father was dead, it was enough that one person died again... and so was my mother. Especially this time, for what I know beforehand, all the more... nothing to worry about."

……

I know how that feels, painfully.

Can we grieve about this much, because we don't know that.

But you're a really stupid guy to dress up for.

'Cause since you just opened the rocket my aunt gave me, I keep seeing and closing it.

"We do build new relationships with new parents in this world. But... you don't know. Something that occasionally makes me feel like I'm looking at someone younger than me for what I remember before. I wonder what parents are to us."

……

We are too clumsy.

I can't separate every life, reset it, and start all over again. I can only stack it up.

That's all I forgive my memory.

That's why I don't really know what to think or do right now.

... Pattin

The sound of closing the rocket caught my ear.