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

I'm Machia.

Earlier, for the first time in this world, I was reunited with the brave.

"Hey, you okay? Hands..."

"... Oh, there's nothing going on. It'll heal soon."

Thor takes my hands and looks somewhat strange.

Such superficial wounds, you know I would heal quickly.

"Do you want me to cure you?

"Fine, even if you don't bother. Look, I'm starting to stick around. Something that heals on its own. You know I always use blood to activate magic, right? It's as magical as healing."

"Well... maybe..."

"If Ulysses were here, I would have cured him a lot. We are black magic as it is. It'll only take a little while... because you're the same."

Tor takes the white handkerchief out of his chest pocket and wipes the blood off my palm to avoid touching the wound that has already begun to stick.

"... you're carrying a handkerchief or something"

"You... what are you talking about me"

Thor looks as strange as ever. Eyebrow root, hard expression.

Well, you just met a brave man.

"Sorry about that."

"What?"

"You, you were trying to calm me down. I went out of my way to grab the sword with my bare hands..."

"Oh, you were aware for once. He said there's blood on his head."

"Naturally.... but you have no choice. I'm not in front of him."

"... well, isn't that good? You always dress like that. That's how hot it got."

Thor wiped the blood off my hands quite a bit and said, "Really?" and looked up.

I lifted my palm and ascertained the wound.

The surface is already starting to stick.

Evening of the third day of the Episcopal Festival.

The face of the Odileel family and the face of the Bigrates both made their way to the royal palace salon.

Today is the prom of the nobles.

The ball must be the longing of a girl's life.

The waves of sparkling chandeliers and gorgeous dresses are as bright in colour as they appear, and there's all the beautiful things you can dream about.

Though to me it was such a beautiful and delicious food that it seemed dazzling.

"Already, Machia. If you're watching something cook, you'll be fooled."

"Hey Smyrda, take a look at this. What the hell is it made of? It smells delicious like this..."

"You scare me a little bit."

Smyrda wore a fashionable dress with lots of costumes on her face.

The curly hair tied in two is shaking every time it moves.

I'm a bright red dress with lace. It's always red, isn't it, me?

"Hey, hey, Machia, isn't that nicer? Oh, that's the Millivus lady."

"You're going into the back palace, aren't you? You should only look at that king's brother and prince. Besides, I'd rather be a little wilder than that handsome hyoro guy."

"Well, like Mr. Thor?

"Tor is wild ~... none"

I've been thinking about his seditious and intolerant lately.

I just get sucked into a corner at the edge of the venue, lined with dishes, but Smyrda pulls her arm from earlier, so it's hard to get there.

Let go of me for a second.

"Yes, I don't want to. Stay on your side, Machia. I only have your friend Machia."

"Then let's cook together. Oh, look at that!! A pile of delicious meat..."

"Ya stop, Machia!! Don't tell me it's a pile of meat!!

Smyrda, the boulder, seems a little lonely when this is also a big venue.

Where does that glamour go?

I wish I was cute if it's always like this, but it's hard for me to keep it on the dish because it kills me alive.

"Oh, you're Miss Machia Odileel, aren't you? No, no, it's been a long time."

Looking back at you wondering who the man who calls me by name was, there was a man of his own nobility there.

Sure, I've met him at a church in Carted.

Because those one-eyed glasses are impressive.

"Ah, uncle"

"I don't like it - I knew if I saw it from you, I'd be your uncle"

Certainly Urbanus Medité.

High in magic numbers (Magi Vector), mysterious people.

"Ma, Machia is acquainted with Sir Medite...?

"Well, I've only met him once."

……

Smyrda seems kind of nervous. Unusual.

"Yeah, well, I was hoping to see you again. Miss Machia, are you here during the Episcopal Festival?

……

His gaze seems to be exploring me somewhere, but I don't know why it is. I know how frigid this man is.

"Hello, Sir Medite"

It was the Duke of Bigrates who came out cracking waves of people in a venue where graceful music began to play.

Smyrda stopped at her own father for shittiness and took that arm and hid behind her.

"Long time no see."

"Hey, Duke of Vicrates. Were you the Duke's maid of honor? I think I scared the shit out of you."

"Well, you have a slightly different vibe..."

……

Something tells me there's a little bit of air between them.

Is there only a famous house called the Twelve Nobles for each other, and all kinds of things? It's a mystery.

Well, it's none of my business.

"Then I'm in this"

One word, I just cooked, and I thought,

"Wait, Miss Machia. I'd like to introduce you too."

The Duke of Bigrates pulled me off right away.

I cry and look back, "What is it?"

From between the Duke of Bigrates and Lord Medite, there was one man coming this side.

I think I said I was in my late twenties and early thirties.

The royal crest of the chest proves nobler than anyone else.

"Sir Raymond!!

Smyrda gave me a glimpse of her delightful face from behind my father.

I see this man is the next king......

"Hey Duke of Bigrates!! Miss Smyrda, you're beautiful ~. Ah, it's been a long time since Lord Medithe-"

……

That's not what I imagined.

I don't know what to say, you're pretty young.

I could clearly understand what Smyrda meant earlier when she said, "That one is a young man".

Sir Raymond, after a fresh greeting all the way, found me pokaneering in the back, with Nicoli.

The Duke of Bigrates introduces him to me.

"Miss Machia, as you will know, it is Sir Raymond, who is now the king's brother"

I wondered why you needed to bother introducing me, while I put my hand on the dress and said hello to the decision and complaint.

"I'll see you first, Sir Raymond. My name is Machia Odileel."

"Hi, nice to meet you. Well, you... I hear a lot about you. She seems to be Miss Smyrda's best friend, and for that Count Odileel's daughter, she says she's a pretty kid with a head. Oh, no, no, I love that looseness of Count Odileel, though. Wahaha."

……

There's a lot going on in there, but I'll do it again.

Just wonder what.

I wonder why I have to be surrounded by these big men.

But I came to think of it.

I wonder if Ulysses is already in the room to say that Sir Raymond is here.

When I thought about it, the venue shrugged a little, and when I raised my gaze, I saw one prince through the gap between these big men.

I immediately pinned it.

Because his white appearance, his standing and the air surrounding him with sophistication were something special and nostalgic.

"Whoa, is His Highness Ulysses finally here, too? People don't really come out like this, so they're all on purpose."

"Is it the Princess of Frezier next door, Sir Raymond?"

"Yes, yes. Because you seem to like your Highness, the princess."

The adults had that conversation, but it doesn't come into my ear.

Just straighten up, because only his appearance in my eyes is everything that captures me now and won't let me go.

I walked through the adults like a flash of wind, just towards him in my eyes.

"Lily!!!!

I screamed my current identity and what venue this might be, all without any shame.

Naturally the venue is sober and only graceful music floats the universe.

……

Speaking to the princess next door, he immediately noticed my voice.

And when you find me, you open your eyes to say you can't believe it, and you won't distract from me.

"Ma, maki...... honey...?

We were unable to hide the various emotions that aroused us.

Wait, wait, wait. We understood this day as soon as we saw each other.

Ulysses put his hand on his mouth to try to contain something that was going to gut him, and he approached me step by step. Same goes for me.

"Lily!!

"Maki!!!

We hugged each other and wept impatiently.

My long hair and the white cloak of Ulysses shake with that momentum.

I'm sure you thought something was going on around you. Both the Duke of Bigrates and Sir Raymond have a distracted look.

Even Smyrda must be very surprised to cover her mouth with both hands. I wonder if your father, somewhere in the venue, doesn't feel alive. I wonder if Thor outside the venue feels this air.

We didn't care about the eyes.