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

My name is Ulysses.

The Fifth Prince of this country.

There was nothing wrong with the ecclesiastical festival and we celebrated our last day without delay.

I only sighed at first on an embedded schedule with no gaps from day one, but I think since I was able to reunite with Maki and Thor, I can look out for this ecclesiastical festival buzz with no worries.

The ceremony held in the harbor was a ceremony welcoming those who immigrate from the eastern countries.

We are celebrating this ceremony by saying that guests will also come from Frezier this year.

The problem is that there are a lot of people who don't feel comfortable about this.

The same goes for the righteous queen, Adalziza, and the first prince, Alfredo.

I attend the ceremony, but it looks like I said I don't care about the expression all the time.

You can also find shadows of suspicious people.

The security is also likely to be considerably sturdy at the behest of my uncle, as anti-eastern factions roam around.

Today is sometimes referred to as the last day of the Episcopal Festival, and we are celebrating in great measure those who have come from other continents aboard large immigrant ships.

That ship comes along a route determined from the eastern continent.

It's called the Green Curtain (Green Protection) that creates a hole in a part of the Magic Guide Defensive Wall to embrace the ship into this country.

"Your Highness, look at that. Look, it's Frezier's ship.... but it's a horrible story, isn't it? We can't see it, and the people aren't aware of it, but there's a hole in the green curtain right now."

"... uncle"

Cheers and fanfare sounds can be heard from below.

I stared at a ship coming from the other side of the ocean. Is there a curtain covering the continent around that ship?

While we are protected by the unseen, we do not doubt the benefits of that protection.

……

Well, I felt a strange gaze.

I feel sharply hostile from somewhere.

A glimmer of light on the edge of the eye.

I instantly guessed.

"... Princess Shatoma!! Danger!!"

When a loud gunshot sounded, a bullet was fired at Princess Shatoma, sitting on the right side of the royal family.

Princess Shatoma is sheltered by General Kanon, who was on her side, and the two fall in with each chair intact.

"... Princess Shatoma... General Kanon!!

"General!! Princess!!"

Those around us rushed over to the two of us in a hurry.

The bullet fired seemed to blur the general's arm, but he didn't change his expression in particular, "Princess, are you okay," that's all.

She looked sideways at where she thought she had been shot and laughed with a hoot of irony.

The butterflies and escort soldiers will come up and surround us.

Raymond's uncle had individually instructed him to send soldiers in the direction of the shooting.

But now I feel something like an earlier killing from another direction, and I hastily summoned the Spirit.

Because it seems that the bonds that are attached to them are not helping.

"The Third Commandment Summons!! Give me the Spirit Wall, Fan Trom!!

The fans, whose three magic formations formed a line and fulfilled the summons of the Third Commandment, broadened their feathers greatly and created a wall of wind that protected them.

Bullets fired from somewhere were prevented by that wind wall.

"Oh, wonderful, Your Highness!!

"Uncle, those guys use demon guided guns. Looks like there are quite a few magicians out there. It's easy to get out of the realm of royal magicians... or is the realm not working very well..."

"Well, the anti-eastern faction. There's a lot of magicians in the back."

I guess this guy had some prediction of a sudden surprise attack.

Instead, it's also the kind of face you say you've been waiting for.

I checked with the righteous queen, Adalziza.

"How horrible," she trembles, "but somewhere very deliberate.

Maybe that's what it looks like because we suspect and watch.

"The second shot was definitely aimed at me. There are a lot of people who want to kill me... but they're easy to stare at."

My uncle winked and lowered his back to the gunshots fired one after the other.

The people in the venue are screaming and getting away with it.

The flow of confusion in the person seems rather dangerous.

"Quick, we have to do something..."

I would like to believe that there is no secondary disaster or anything, but I don't have much credibility, as this is sturdy fixed by magic.

"Uncle...?

Sir Raymond stopped it when I tried to get up and struck me in the ear.

"Your Highness, from now on I will be at the center of the temple of the temple, so will you put a bond over the people of the lower realm? Can you say that? Oh, please never strain me."

"!? But if that happens, your uncle will be in danger!!

"It's okay, it's okay. Trust me, Your Highness."

Even at times like this, my uncle has fresh winks.

I don't know, I decided to follow his instructions even as I lurked my eyebrows.

"Hahahahaha!!! Terrorists, I am here!!!

On the top of the crown, Jen-royal, my uncle with his arms spread out.

It's a sight from the edge as if you were crazy.

Is your uncle insane?

"There's a bunch of heckles who can't come out on the table!! Poor rebels who can only express their claims with childish violence. I guess I hate it, I'll be in trouble if I become the next king!! Come on, stop being so roundabout and just come after me!!

My uncle is exaggerating and laughing and cursing and provoking them.

I know it's a little dangerous, but I tried to think that my uncle might have something to do with it, and as I was told, I crossed the thin line extensively in the shade above the head of the people in the lower realm. The fan wind keeps the range wide, so it's very helpful.

I turn to Princess Shatoma and ask her to crouch.

"... what shall we do, princess? Immigration ships are already on their way here. Immigration ships could be targeted as well."

"I'm fine. … There is a strong bond between immigrant ships. Even the most powerful bombs in this country will not be destroyed. It's military."

……

The sarcastic mouthpiece is a grin that I consider this situation to be somewhat assumed and rather a chance for simultaneous solemnity.

Looks like the king is trying to spot things pale.

I'm surrounded by escorts, asking about my uncle's appearance, my condition, the First Prince and the Queen.

I wouldn't even try to get off the hook, but, well, sure, it might be dangerous to get off the hook here.

Because if there are enemies in the lower realm, they might shoot you on the way out. It's easier to stay in a tight, tight place.

Each plot creates this state of affairs, and each plot seeks to be on the table by this state of affairs. I don't feel that way.

"Come on, call me!!!

By provocation on my uncle, or the plan I originally said so, the orbit of the Magic Gun, which is fired simultaneously, creates light muscles from all directions.

I took a breath. [M]

The trajectory of the shooting shifted upwards with its superficial shavings, the same grin on my uncle.

And at some point, it fell into the hands of the men of the black robe, floating in the universe as it encircled them.

"… orbital information, confirmation"

A man in the front of a black robe with more than one name groaned like that.

I'll get myself out of there and check on them.

From the flat of the listed hand, a cube-shaped spatial magic formation appears and the location information by gun orbit is written.

I know that magic.

It's very similar to the magic of someone I know well.

"Spatial magic... very similar to yours, Thor..."

The black robes scattered in the direction of their location.

If you look closely, you also have a cube-shaped magic formation stuck to your feet.

I thought you said you were creating a space in the air as a scaffold.

"Uncle... they... eh"

"Oh. They are black magicians serving Frezier. They will come and go with Frezier and Ruscia in the future..."

"Are you the black magicians?"

"Boulder, Your Highness. Yes, they are descendants of the Twilight clan..."

"Twilight......"

Its name may not be so famous in this country, but it is a very large sorcerer's gate when considered on a Mayday scale, and a typical clan of black sorcery on the northern continent.

You think he was displaced from the Hermédes Federation about ten years ago and then protected by Frezier?

……

What is it?

The sky was so blue, and I felt like I was having a very strange flow of clouds, even though I had such a beautiful color regardless of this contention, that I suppressed my chest to some kind of hunch that I wouldn't fit in earlier.

Something doesn't feel right.

Such discomfort, like there's a tremor behind the earth somewhere.

There were no gunshots already, and the earlier events came to an unfortunate end as if they were also performances.

In each place, the rebels of the anti-eastern faction, solemnly sanctified by the magicians of Twilight and the soldiers of his uncle.

"... Solemn Qing, done"

"Thank you, Twilight"

Who shook a fluttering black robe and appeared before his uncle like smoke.

I'm wearing a hood deep and I don't see the look on my face, but my voice belongs to a man caged low.

It happened in a flash.

You may say that the rise of the transgressors for a short time ended while they were almost blinking.

Already, as this was one of the planned muscles.