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

A bird chirping that can be heard from somewhere.

……

High up in the royal palace, I got my own room.

Very quiet hierarchy where you can get out into the air garden right away.

Since then, it's been three weeks.

Even now, this Luskian kingdom is in a hurry, unable to escape the shock of the last day of that ecclesiastical festival.

I sat around looking for the shaded part of the garden next to the room, and I was just alone, quietly, thinking a lot.

Though the boulders don't get emotional anymore because they can sort out their feelings.

Just blurry, staring at the ants coming up from the edge of the dress.

"Hey, Machia. Where are you?"

"Tor......"

I heard Thor.

In the royal palace, he turned away from what he called my servant's position and ascended to the status of equivalent chief adviser to the royal palace, the Devil's Guide Knight, as usual, thanks to him.

"............ I messed with this place"

As I hid behind the tree, Tor found me peeking in from behind.

"You, I got the delivery, I got it."

"You... don't seem to get out of shape yet."

"That's okay. Nothing..."

When Thor crouches next to me, he offers a big box, "Here".

A white box with a bright red ribbon.

"It's from Delierfield."

……

Thor hastily suppressed my hand as I tried to shake what was in it.

"Fool!! It would say" Don't shake it ”!! You're such a fancy guy..."

"It's true."

I loosened the ribbon.

From the moment I opened the box, what fluttered was the aroma of sweet and sour lemon.

"Les, it's lemon cake!!

"Whoa bingo. I thought so."

Thor punches his fingers and laughs niggly.

I found a fixed chocolate plate in the middle of a cake full of lemon syrup.

Dear Machia, Gamba!

"... Gamba or something old"

Whatever you think, it plays with Barnabas tone and voice, so maybe it does.

I thought it sounded like it, and I laughed furiously.

"Oh...? There's more."

……

In the space under the cake pedestal, there was a small box.

When I open it, there are three forks lined up. Beautiful fork with red, black and white glasswork.

"From Lord Gammett of Carted... Wow, that's beautiful. It's our color... do you know about us?"

"You're an image color anyway. That toad...... that's surprisingly tasteful. Oh, no... you're a merchant because you have good taste"

"Ah... I have a document"

Behind the lid of the box, I carefully peeled off and spread the paper that was tightly stuck.

There was a really awkward word there that was hard to read.

Here we go. It's delicious.

Just remembered, yo-yo-yo letters.

Only the last word "Bruno” is perfectly beautiful.

"He... he only named himself until the end... haha"

Thor was kind of, laughing happily, staring at the letter.

I'll be a little happy too.

I've never felt so calm here lately.

"Lili...... I need to call you!! This would mean the three of us eating cake, wouldn't it?

"Oh, it's okay. I called it off earlier, so they should be here soon."

What a talk, "Maki, Tolugu," from the other side of the garden, a voice calling us, and Ulysses came right away.

"Wow, that's lemon cake"

"... did you ever eat that?

"Yeah. My uncle likes it... I ate it when I had tea before. Oh well... those are Delia Field treats, I was saying"

Ulysses crouched in, with Nico.

Yes, it was. He was a sweetheart.

We took each fork given to us by Sir Gammett and ate the cake from the hall in a luxurious scrape from around.

"These ways of eating have been around since Earth. Because if you're in the royal palace, they'll cut you clean and serve you."

"With that said, I've had hall cakes like this in the confession club room, haven't I? My parents forgot about Thor's birthday. Tell me about Kawaii Saw, and I'll get it for you and Lily."

"But mostly you ate it, Machia."

In the shade of a tree, the three of us surround the cake and follow it.

Remembering what I miss.

of sweet and sour lemon cake, chewing its flavor.

"... n"

Thor flashed his face.

There's a hard noise with the cock, and he takes something out of his mouth.

"... it's a note capsule"

Small, round capsules. We tilted our necks and Thor tried to open it.

Paper about the size of a chocolate wrapper comes out.

"What? What?

"Here. Machia...... to you. From your wife."

“Are you eating properly? Please be careful with your body. - Better than my mother who always thinks of you.”

It was your mother's thin, beautiful letter, and that's what it said.

I haven't seen him in just three weeks, but he's going to hear a nostalgic voice.

"Hmm... I bit it too"

"You're going to eat this by mistake."

"I ate it when I ate it, and it's melting properly. Well, because of that, so be careful, you better find them all."

Ulysses took out a round note capsule and opened it.

Wipe your hands with a white handkerchief that you keep properly on your side and take out your notes. It's a few books.

"Buh."

"... eh, what"

"This is for you, Thor."

♪ The more women play, the more by Yodel ♪

"No, no, no, no. When did I do that in Delierfield? What are you talking about?"

"... because you were so popular with girls."

The same KY Yodel's, full of blows.

It reminds me of that nagging face.

"It's good. You guys were in a really at-home mansion. I can't believe you're delivering messages like this... I envy you."

……

Ulysses put the cake on and made sure there were no capsules.

We eat lemon cake and laugh, hold our heads, and joke about the messages that come out one after the other.

"... Ah, Mickey..."

I took out a note capsule that hit my cock and teeth when I had my last bite of cake.

Open it, excitedly, and retrieve the note.

♪ I've always loved you more than my father ♪

Fluffy and blushing his nose is the smell he inhaled the last time he hugged your father.

It was your father's smell.

"Who?"

"... father"

I'll give that little note to Thor, too.

"Maybe this means something to Thor."

……

Thor was silently reading it. Ulysses peeking in next door.

"That's a good word... I've never been told by my father."

"Well, you're the king. But you..."

Thor tried to say something, and stopped on the way.

Ulysses seems to wonder what he wanted to say, but I kind of get it.

In the case of Ulysses, isn't it stronger to feel as a position to say than as a position to be said?

Because I'm sure he would have loved his son so much.

Thor returned a note from your father to me.

I receive it, collect other notes, and fold them all in small pieces.

"Let's keep it. We have to take care of it."

"I like that. You should read it when it gets hard... because words are power."

A gentle breeze passed us by.

Though I haven't forgotten all the complicated thoughts that have always been in my mind.

Eating nostalgic cakes, we were feeling the soothing to stain in the calm and pleasant time we had long gained.

I was so happy to be with the three of us that I wanted to cry.

I looked at the two of them and slightly lowered my eyes.

And like whining.

"Thor... lily... let's do our best..."

"... yeah, you are"

……

Still peaceful, blue sky.

We're going to hit a lot of walls that we can't get through without working hard and hard.

There may be things you can't do to try.

I can't help it, I may be desperate.

Still, we want to be together the whole time.

I want to be an understander who can support each other, no matter what they choose, no matter what they remember.

At noon in the spring, due to some heartbreaking sunshine, I started to get upset.

The leaking day is on my eyelashes and I can play like a patty pussy and gentle foam.

Good night.

You can sleep well now, I hear voices coming from somewhere.

A gentle breeze, like the lullaby I heard at that time, when I was raw in this world and got the name Machia Odileel.

Forget everything that's lovely and sad, right now.

Good night.