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

My name is Urbanus Medité.

Let's talk about the record of the last few days.

After the substandard Demon Guidance battle that repelled that giant soldier, the public called the three example demon guidance sons, who were afraid to admire them.

It is not publicly available that it is the rebirth of the three great demon kings, but some articles likened it.

Ruskia since that day has been a little unusual.

I can't help it. The ecclesiastical festival, which is to be congratulated, was made to welcome the worst finale by that guerrilla giant soldier.

Shortly after the Episcopal Festival, King Ruskia responded to the agreement with Frezier and showed an attitude of expanding the reception of immigrants in the future, sparing no effort in military cooperation, the provision of supplies.

Instead, Frezier's fleet will protect this country.

Everything went as Frezier and Sir Raymond thought it would have been, and some people said something about the incident, but in fact, Frezier, who had allowed the invasion of the giant soldier, had no obligation to protect Ruskia, so he couldn't even blame it on him and was eventually rubbed off.

Sure, on top of their plans, they may have urged giant soldiers to the southern continent, but either way it's a threat that was reaching our country sooner or later.

We are truly fortunate to have been able to worship that monster in the farce where Frezier's defense was promised.

I think I should rather be thankful.

In that farce, Princess Shatoma seemed to have a number of purposes.

The first is still to reach an agreement between Frezier and Ruskia as a certainty.

The second is that we wanted to see where the invasion of the "guerrilla giant Gigas” released by the Hermédes Federation would go if it was not interrupted by anyone.

The third is to say how much the green curtain can withstand with a prototype giant soldier.

The fourth was to see how the children, the rebirth of the three great demon kings, would move. Dragging them out to the surface.

She's an amazing princess.

I'm sure all the purpose could have been achieved.

The evaluation of Frezier broke up completely because of this incident, which appeared to be a rough cure.

Most citizens are in favour of this agreement out of the fear they have witnessed, but some are strongly repulsed.

Fewer people may dislike it as vaguely as before, but not all anti-eastern forces are gone. I should also be concerned about the trend here.

When Frezier's guests reached an agreement, they promptly led the remaining battleship and returned to Frezier with the remains of a giant soldier.

Now, because of this confusion, the predicted decision of the next king was postponed.

Strong support for Sir Raymond is rising, and I began to hear His Highness push him in the sight of His Majesty Ulysses' power.

At the same time, however, the rebellion against Sir Raymond has intensified, and His Highness Ulysses has made it clear that there can be no 100% chance that he will be king, and the king is haunted by his head.

In the meantime, Sir Raymond has settled into the position of deputy king, so that he can exercise a wider range of powers than he has ever exercised.

The rumored Red Witch, as well as the Black Demon King and the White Wise Man, gained their status as Chief Advisor Sorcerers of the Kingdom of Ruskia.

This is an individual position independent of the organization of royal palace magicians, yet a being that stands above them.

I look forward to engaging with Medithet's magic research institute as it seems to be freely accessible. I don't know what it's like to be a bystander.

And, yeah, yeah. Those black robe people.

On the northern continent, Twilight, the famous family of black magic from a long time ago.

Descendants who inherit the blood of the Black Demon King.

They are going to be involved in the development of demonic guided weapons in two states while they travel to and from Frezil and Ruskia.

He seems to be a pretty good magic engineer, so he can't help but show interest in the technology.

Several say they will always stay at the Royal Palace in Ruskia to support Sir Raymond and the Three Great Demon Kings.

The Royal Palace has also asked our Medithes to cooperate fully.

They want to be equipped to carry out magic guidance development through a magic research institute lined up on the side of the Patriarchate.

Since considerable money would be invested, I gratefully agreed to be a part of the business.

"Dear Sir, are you there? Bye ~"

In the glorious streets of Wangdu, there is a dark demon-led grocery store that unleashes an international suspicious demon. “Magic Grocery Midcardo."

There is a hiding place called "The Snake Empress," the predecessor generation of our Medithet family. That's my grandmother.

After retiring, she lives in this store with ease and seclusion.

"... oh, here comes my stupid grandson..."

The Buddha appeared without sound from the dark. Oh, grate or grate.

I'm the dantoz and I can't get my head up, the bad guy.

I have been severely beaten into the teachings of Medithet by this Buddha since I was a young child.

"Dear Sir, do you know the noise of the last few days? Or did you see that giant soldier?

"Hiccup. Of course... you went up to the attic"

"You still look good. Unlike my father, I'm going to live a long life...... ha"

I drew a wooden chair on the side of the counter and started talking dignified inside in this shop where no one was coming anyway.

"And then it's late to report, but I've got your grandson. Because my wife is pregnant."

"Ooh. That's good news. It's rare and early in my family to be born a heir... it's too much for you to be my wife. Take care of the woman... your father died prematurely because he surrounded too many women."

What does that have to do with anything?

The Buddha took the flue out of nowhere and began to pluck it.

I'm in some kind of a hurry, too, and I take out my flue.

The smell of Buddha's cigarettes flashes back trauma that can't be used in past words. Horrible!!

Each other's cigarette smoke exchanges to fill this dusty store.

The smell sucks as if it's a chemical reaction.

Maybe if the average person smells it, it must be an instant death level poison.

"So... what can I do for you, Urbanus? I'll leave everything to you..."

"No, I also wanted to hear your opinion... on the record of those in the Demon King class. They seem to be the gods of Mayday mythology. That would be great info!!

"You finally got there, you stupid grandson."

"Heh? Did you know that? Then why didn't you tell me? Ah!! How many illegal stalks do you think I repeatedly made to get this information?"

"Hiccup... If you give me the edge of Medite too, it's as easy as that, you idiot grandson. If you're going to be reborn every 1,000 years, you just have to go back to the beginning... how much was your magic number (Magi Vector)"

"Roughly 6800 mg, though."

"Still, you can say the highest price for a general magician in this country. The average for unwitting civilians is just between 200 and 300 mg. It's so different dimension from the Demon King class that is crossing Millions. It's not weird when they say it's God. Instead, there can't be that number without God."

"... well, yeah"

I spit smoke and looked at him on the side.

She has an eyelid in one eye. The witch of Medithes turns her right eye when she grows up and dedicates herself to the clan. It was my magic guide glasses that condensed, built in my ability as a name witch.

"But, well, you don't seem to be doing well with anything because you said God. It looks like Miss is making a mistake."

"That's not natural. It was man after that who set them up as gods. They themselves are more than just children of those who have gained strength. If you call that demon king, demon king. When it comes to heroes... it's not universal."

"... then that would be very cruel. Even though they make their own systems, they reborn again and again, repainting their memories vaguely and moving the world because of forces that are too great. It just doesn't necessarily make it right. Just as the demon kings of a time echo the great cause of the demon kings a thousand years later… and eventually that“ retriever ”will kill them and dedicate their bodies to the Holy Land as fuel for unfolding the green curtain. As long as there is this world, they will repeat this. You're more like a slave than a god. Chained to this world, a slave who will serve the world forever."

"That's the god of this world, Urbanus… they are fulfilling their responsibility to make Mayday"

The Buddha came with a piece of paper that mimics the most famous, mythical mural of this Mayday.

There, after all, is a drawing of a familiar mural.

"of the gods... return..."

"Hihi...... I see. You're beginning to understand the meaning of the subject... the Demon Kings are gathering."

……

I took the flue out of my mouth and attracted the painting.

"Which story is this part of the myth? It's the most famous mural, but none of the material touches on it."

"It's not every story. It's about the future… it's like a prophecy."

"The future... in ancient times...?

"Hihi… the cycle of nine people eventually comes as the stars line up vertically. That's what it means."

"... that's..."

The old man opens his eyes wide and brings the horrible face of that old wrinkle closer to me in momentum.

I drank my breath unexpectedly.

"You know what? When all Demon King classes are aligned, it's not just time to start the world or end the world. It's all in the will of the" reason of the world "to sleep in the Holy Land of Vabilofos..."

……

"Record it, my grandson. You didn't miss everything, did you? Hihi......"

The sound of the cathedral bell of Vabilofos rings from somewhere far away.

At dusk, a time of magic.

Anyway, I'm going to record a hell of a time.