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

I think the air in the salon stopped.

Just wait, wait, this reunion day I've been waiting for.

However, gradually you will also see reality.

"Hey, Lily............... what do I do"

"... yeah"

Let each other go and laugh bitterly.

"Super, you're remarkable."

Inspiring reunion, I wanted to be immersed in the aftertaste, but it's not that kind of air at all.

We were painfully aware that our surrounding gaze was pointing this way.

Somebody!!

Someone please bring me a dodgy hugely successful placard!!!

"Gohon"

Where everyone was confused about our reunion not knowing where to stick to the cut, it was a strange girl who broke in.

She is a beautiful girl, shaking long hair with soft, thin pigments like silk and putting together a dress that makes her feel exotic somewhere.

She suddenly turned a sneering smile on me and Ulysses as she closed the fan in the palm of her hand.

"Your Highness Ulysses!! Is that the“ example ”you used to tell me about? My concubine would love to hear" that. "No, because that story is something I'm quite interested in as a woman. Come on, come here, both of you."

"... what?

She looks familiar and takes me and Ulysses from the center of her gaze to the terrace at the edge of the venue where she concentrates confused.

I had no idea what was going on, and I don't remember what she said, but Ulysses pointed a distressing smile at her and said, "I'm sorry, princess".

The venue was where we pulled into the corner, and at once we rejuvenated Zawazawa, but it seems to be raising our interest in us all over the place.

Wow...

We have no choice, but it's all a result of what we left ourselves to momentum.

The heat of the venue and the coolness of the terrace seem to cool our heads.

"Totally...... what are you thinking. In such a public place."

"Follow me down and thank you so much, Princess Shatoma"

……

On the terrace where I paid people, the girl in the example scolded me and Ulysses.

I don't know who this girl is, I flaunt her face.

"Maki, this one is Princess Shatoma. The first princess of Frezier."

"... Hi"

I was after a lot, so I said hello that I couldn't boil it off.

"I know you.... The Red Witch of the West"

……

But my interest in her grows with just one word, that keyword.

What do you mean? She seems to know me.

Her slightly visible amber eyes that open the fan and cover her face with it.

Those eyes feel the magic of being inhaled.

"You... who?

I lowered my voice.

"Uh... Maki, this is a pretty complicated story. She's in a similar situation to us."

"A similar situation?

"She was reborn a thousand years ago."

……

I know the story of Princess Vine, but it wasn't immediately convincing when she said so.

Ulysses sees my vague expression and will immediately supplement it.

"Just like the three demon kings, they have memories of the past life. And... she went to him, too."

As he tried to go on with something, there was a shadow in the light of the venue plugging into the terrace.

The shadow of him stretching out here is like a reaper to us.

Just because he stood in front of the bright light, we would be so aware of the dark cold winds of the night.

"... you"

A beautiful young man with blonde hair was blocking the light stretching out to us.

Princess Shatoma said, "Oh, Kanon," and approached him without any particular shame.

"Red Witch, let me introduce you. My Frezier general, Kanon Iskale... may only be a legendary brave man 2,000 years ago."

……

I don't see any information about him. Oh, my God, they're not real names.

He was just looking down with a cold eye at the way I narrowed my eyes.

"... thanks for the other day, brave man"

……

Ulysses was haphazardly surprised by my words and said, "Were you seeing him already?" and lurking his eyebrows.

The classic music of the venue is such an unsuitable sticky air.

"Princess, Sir Raymond is here for you."

That's all he tells Princess Shatoma.

She nodded "um," glancing at us to those in the salon of light.

"Red Witch, you don't miss a big event, especially this ecclesiastical festival."

"... what?

She laughed couscous and went with a fan to hide her face.

Naturally I just distort my face.

"... so I was still there, brave man"

……

"Just go to that princess. You must be his servant now."

In the same place as earlier, General Cannon stands as if he were watching us.

He really doesn't like it. You can't even slow down a reunion.

Are you going to cloud the tea?

"Or what. He asked me to dance."

……

Already within the venue, gentlemen and ladies shake their gorgeous dresses gracefully and entrust themselves to music.

General Cannon laughs inclusively, stays close to me, and reaches out.

"So could you dance with me, Miss Machia Odileel"

"... you"

I sweated a muscle on my cheek and laughed up the edge of my mouth.

You don't look like you're inviting a lady to a dance.

I don't care what you think, you look down on us and you still want to kill us, but such a disgusting face.

The boulder makes me look good, too, but what the Red Witch's name says will cry if I pull a step here.

I took his hand in the face of going to a one-horse battle now.

Ulysses has a head like "ahhh" and is blue.

"Maki... come back alive"

"Of course. I'm gonna step on this guy's leg so he can't walk again, so look at me."

"... maki"

We do not consider this moment when we say we are going to go dancing waltz, the flavor of the ball, to be a good fortune for men and women.

This is a war, a rush.

If you fear first, if you are frightened, if you hesitate in that glance, you lose.

"Well, lady of Odileel, now the general of Frezier has asked me to dance."

"This is a smiling combination."

"But Miss Machia doesn't seem to like dancing. I wonder if you have your guide."

The venue is always looking at us.

From a distance, they look like diagrams of young girls teaching dance to older generals. I guess that's what it seems extra for Ulysses to be taking a serious view from afar.

But for those who watched us dance up close, you knew better to say it wasn't waltz.

Each other's expressions are like demon kings.

Well, I'm the Demon King, but such a bad face if you like.

I'm not a bad dancer, by the way.

I'm just trying to heel this guy all the time and swing him down pretty luxuriously in my dress, well haters and braves avoid doing well, so what a snoring dance it looks like.

We were dancing silently for a moment, but finally I tried to set it up.

I'm sure it's because I remember what I can only ask when it's just the two of us right now.

"Why?"

……

"Why did you stop fighting me then?"

It was 2,000 years ago.

I still remember our end well.

I still remember that moment when I chose myself as the medium with the greatest information and ordered everything to be destroyed.

"You had" the blessing of the goddess. "You must have fallen back yet."

…………

Even now, our last silhouette will plunder the back of our brains like a remnant we can't shake off.

At that moment I poured my own blood on this man and blew myself up together.

But when I poured my blood, this man, the brave man, threw down his weapon.

I can't forget some kind of serene expression that seemed too missed in just a moment, but said that everything was fine with the brave men of that time.

It wasn't the face of despair you should say you gave up.

"But it was a mistake. I made mistakes in those days."

……

"I... in the wrong order to kill you guys"

"That's why you chose to suicide bomb me on the road. It's my biggest mistake to let you blow yourself up, and choosing to blow yourself up is your biggest sin. It wasn't until a thousand years later that I found out."

"What... are you saying...?

I don't know what the emotions are that show up in this man's strong gaze, but the feeling of impatience that creeps up is embarrassing.

I didn't think it would be cut back that way, and the fact is that I got a little scared for the remnants of the past being resuscitated in my brain.

At this time I wanted to escape a little.

I didn't want to hear this man's next words.

But General Cannon will never let me escape.

He drew my hips thoughtfully and held the hand to take them.

"... eh"

Shivering, blood stains my palm.

The wound opens the other day, and that blood colors General Canon's white gloves.

"You'll know."

He still didn't loosen the power of that hand to grip.

"To say that the tragedy caused by me and you not only affected later history, but also crept out to the past that we should never have been exposed to.... me and you are guilty of the same crime, Red Witch"

At this time, I don't really understand what my enemy, a former brave man, is saying.

Why should this man, who killed us, say this to me with heartfelt regret?

Still, I can't say it back because I was frightened.

It is also true that it was not so far away to think about the negative legacy that that suicide bombing gave rise to, the long-established promise.