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

I'm Urbanus Medité.

The moment I saw the encounter between His Royal Highness Ulysses and Machia Odileel, I, unlike the Duke of Bigrates and Sir Raymond, gained some sort of convincing.

And it's something that interests me.

of beings like them, connections.

Something similar to bonding.

Asking the Dukes on the sidelines, they seemed to have known the specificities of His Highness and Miss Machia at all times.

I checked every corner of this venue.

Princess Shatoma puts the fan on her mouth and looks at them with her eyes narrowed.

I can't read the look on General Cannon's face refraining behind it.

Oh, that's funny.

We have so many Demon King classes. Moreover, it is due to previous life.

To say that Miss Machia is a Red Witch is apparently correct.

Because only the Red Witch and the Black Demon King are the ones with ties to the White Sage in the times.

There is no possibility of being called the Black Demon King, but I wonder. I can't make that impression.

I can only imagine it now, but what does what the cause of previous life mean over time?

If I was laughing, the Duke of Vicrates would stare sharply at me.

……

You're a troublesome uncle, really.

You don't know who they are, but you're thinking of using them.

What a terrible thing.

When Miss Machia was dancing with General Canon.

"What is that general like, Sir Raymond?"

"Oh, that's a“ mystery ”if you put it in a nutshell. He's a little younger than me, but he can't read."

Such a story was told by Sir Raymond, Duke of Bigrates.

And since the sight of the Duke of Bigrates has shifted from Miss Machia and General Cannon towards the terrace, I'll worry about you too.

Increasing.

One young man with dark hair is next to his Highness. I wonder who it is.

"Sir, he's the example..."

"... oh"

Apparently, these two understand the young man next to His Highness.

"Excuse me, may I have a moment?"

……

After Miss Machia had finished dancing with General Canon, the Dukes finally approached them.

I just followed the Duke of Bigrates and Lord Raymond.

Three young men in the darkness of the terrace.

To Her Royal Highness Ulysses, Miss Machia, and another young man with dark hair.

"Thor Sagaram, why are you here? You shouldn't be here. [M] I want you to identify yourself."

"No, I called. Duke."

……

Yes, I got your name.

His Royal Highness Ulysses had stepped out in front of the young man and Miss Machia, who said that Tor, to show a grand standing against our three men.

No, Your Highness.

You may not look like the two uncles next door, but you don't have the horrible eyes of the spirits behind you.

This is happier for the invisible.

Oh, my God, I don't have time to be distracted by spirits.

Thor Sagaram...... Thor Sagaram......

I took a breath.

One-eyed glasses indicate an absurd number.

That Tor guy, the numbers are too abnormal.

Even though His Highness Ulysses here doesn't know a clear number, he probably won't go beyond this man's.

I see... is this the Black Demon King?

I didn't suspect there were three demon kings here.

It's the White Wise, the Red Witch, the Black Demon King, absolutely.

"Your Highness, are you acquainted with Machia Odileel, the courtier of your Count Odileel family, and his servant Tor Sagaram?

"Well, that's the thing"

"Your Highness... that is an unusual thing. You've barely been out of this king's capital, and I don't think you've ever known each other."

"... Duke of Bigrates"

His Highness Ulysses laid his hand on his forehead and, exhaling small, sent his gaze to Sir Raymond, the king's brother, who was next to the Duke.

"Uncle, what the hell is this? It's like asking questions."

"No, Your Highness, no. 'Cause I say the Duke of Bigrates cares."

………

Hey, and Lord Raymond sends his gaze to the Duke in a neat manner.

The Duke coughs with Gohon and asks them again.

"I just thought I had an obligation to explain because I did such a conspicuous act in front of the masses. All the nobles there are talking about this… Miss Machia, your father was unconscious earlier."

"Liar."

"But don't worry. I'm resting somewhere else now. Your wife is with you."

……

Miss Machia looks a little out of her sight and thinks something.

Are you worried about your parents for once? Surprised.

"Let me talk to you for a second. Will you come with us?"

……

The three of them look at each other and look in trouble as they say what to do.

I almost blew it out a little.

Well, naturally.

We can't even tell you that we are reborn as three great demons.

I step forward from the line of three men stopping at the border between the terrace and the venue and take them to the pillars of the terrace.

Then he removed the flue from the inside of his clothes and plunged it towards the night sky.

"... Sir Medite, no smoking here"

The Duke of Bigrates stares at me like he tells me not to break the air in the field.

"Well, don't be hard on me, Duke. I'm a heavy smoker... I can't smoke much at home. Oh, my daughter-in-law, you've got kids."

"Congratulations, Lord Medite."

"Ah, congratulations, Sir Medite"

Sir Raymond has snuck a face from next to the Duke of Bigrates and celebrated with a niggling face. And His Highness Ulysses. Disciplined people.

The Duke doesn't look good because he's about to go off topic, he coughs with Gohon.

"It's certainly a good thing. Congratulations, Sir Medite. … then return to your wife as soon as possible. You might be careful."

"Yes, yes, I'll go home once I've taken one."

I blow the smoke out into the dark as I loosen the flue.

"But hey, Duke. You're innocent now. It's terrible to interrupt these three reunions."

"... what?

I sent my gaze to the three of us.

Miss Machia looks a little surprised, "Uncle, you".

Yeah. Still, you're my uncle.

"Come on, let's go. You guys have something to talk about."

"Lord Medite... how far are you..."

"Fair enough, Your Highness. I'm just an avid fan of yours. Oh, please sign it next time."

……

This conversation alone seems to have made sense to His Highness Ulysses.

That's good.

The three went down the stairs beside the terrace, asking how Sir Raymond and the Duke of Bigrates were doing.

"Wait, you guys!!

"Ma'am, that's enough, Duke of Bigrates. This is about it, right? Sir Medite is right. It's nothing. We are."

"Sir Raymond, but..."

The Duke of Bigrates dropped off three people who disappeared into the garden of darkness, then sighed and threw a fierce gaze at me sprinkling cigarettes slowly.

"What do you mean, Lord Medite!!

"What?"

"Why get in our way!!

"Out of the way... haha... I knew you guys would even use those kids for something? Big, because you have magic?

"Huh..."

"Who do you think I am? There is nothing in this country that doesn't know the name of Urbanus Medite if you want to touch the magic guide... Well, I'm ashamed to say this myself, but that's what I said. You probably know more about how powerful those kids are than you do. And the existential significance of those children..."

I was a little proud of myself, and I turned to the two of them and narrowed my eyes.

"First of all, I won't allow those three to touch them without knowing who they are"

Hey.

Shit...

"But I guess you won't tell me, Lord Medite"

"Naturally. I can't teach."

"Then who should I ask"

……

Lord Raymond listens to me in a direct manner without a shudder.

"... yes, well, even ask that Frezier guest. Those two would know."

"Ooh. I haven't been in this country long, those two?

The Duke of Bigrates laughs sarcastically.

Well, I guess what I said was strange.

"So this story goes beyond your understanding. Those three are massive amounts of water that spill out of our palms. Frezier's guests will probably know more about those three than we do. It's not about being face-to-face, it's about causality and causation."

"Cause or effect?

"That's right. I don't know what ties them together...... if I were to give you one hint, it would be something like that"

"What?"

Whoa, I can't say any more.

You can't tell a boulder from here, from my mouth. Look for us on our own.

"Come on, let's go home. I'm waiting for my wife."

"Wait, Lord Medite!! We still need to talk..."

"So, I told you, Duke. Find them on our own."

……

The venue of the salon is filled with gorgeous, lively odors and colors of the ball, which has just begun.

I went down the stairs next to the terrace, just like the other three.

"Sir Medite, we'll have a drink next time. I want to talk to you more."

"Yeah......... well, good"

Unlike the Duke of Bigrates, Sir Raymond was always nibbling.

Damn, he's a bad guy for those guys who weren't like the Duke of Bigrates.

I respond appropriately to the man closest to the next king and go straight down the stairs.

It was laughable that the Duke of Bigrates was letting his remorse seep in when I left.