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

I'm Shizumi Maruyama.

He's just a freshman at Aoyagi High School.

Art crew with red abyss glasses at charm point on short bob.

As a senior parsley just now, I was on the second floor of the old building, to an unused old art prep room, to pick up some supplies.

"... the Sorority of Repentance...?

In front of the old art prep room, which should not have been used, there was a peppery piece of paper with such letters on it.

Honestly, I don't know what that means. penance, has been painted off with some word in black magic before, and the paper is gumtaped to the glass window portion of the door. What the hell kind of penance is that?

Gala......

I opened the door to the art prep room, distracted by that piece of paper with all its clinginess.

Moments, flutters and spring raw and warm winds.

A red colour that flickers at the edge of the eye.

There was a girl, stuck to an old, laid-back wooden desk in the center of a messy room. I can see your face.

I'm opening all the windows in the room wide open. Every time the wind comes in, the curtain flickers and the sound is pleasant.

Like surrounding a small room, there's a big shelf lined up, and it looks like a bunch of deceased plaster statues overlooking her.

…………

I knew the girl.

This is Mako Oda from Group A for a year. I'm in the same class, but I've never talked much about it.

She's an amazing beauty, she's got good style, and she's in a special class, so she's probably pretty smart.

She has not acted particularly prominently, but everyone looks back just by walking down the hallway. The slightly reddish hair and the red Thai sailor clothes look and sound good.

Even if I'm not so involved, I still occasionally follow you with my eyes. Such a beautiful girl.

She had some tingly, hard air to get close to.

I gently walked into the prep room so as not to wake her sleeping in this room for some reason.

Softly... Softly...

…………

• Why we had to be killed by the brave

-Because he was a demon king.

-Because the Demon King is a basic villain.

- Simply because he was a livestock.

-It's worse to be fooled.

-The brave and the demon king are destined to fight.

-Men Are Fools Important Here

I unintentionally solidified myself as I plucked my leg pose because the traces of mysterious arguments written on the whiteboard caught my eye.

"... hey, what is this..."

What a trail of whiteboard discussion between the Demon King and the Brave, to the Penance Sorority. Beautiful girl sleeping surrounded by old plaster statues.

I don't know what to say, I don't know what it means. That's a radio wave.

This space is too advanced, to be honest!!

Still, I am maniacal enough to be interested in what I basically said, so I glanced into her sleeping face while shining my glasses.

A beautiful girl is something she loves.

"... long eyelashes..."

I'm half leaning down, so that face that I could see, although not all of it, was still beautiful.

Second, she lays down on her desk, the notebook at the end of her hand catches her eye.

………

“Record at Mayday”

That's what it said.

I don't know what it is.

I'm not sure I can peek into people's notebooks on a boulder. Hmm, interesting.

I came in front of a shelf again, trying to get some errands done. I climb high with a wooden chair for Desan there, looking for some old man's statue in the plaster statue called a small “agrippa," and reach for his bust to get him off the height.

It is a characteristic agripper of the ass jaw.

Sounds like an ancient Roman general, but all I care about is my jaw.

"Okay...... Come Agrippa"

Carefully and carefully......

When I lifted the precarious plaster statue of the scaffold, on that platform, large enough to hold one person, and sighed.

Gala...!!

Momentum opened the door to this room, and I didn't expect it to happen, and I fell off a surprising platform.

Of course, I let go of my hand holding an agripper and drop it lavishly.

A, Agrippa aaaaa!!!!

The cry of his heart was also vain, and his splendid jaw, miserably scattered.

"Oh, hey!! You all right!!

One boy came to me with a buttcake on the back side after a fierce plaster crushing sound. Maybe he who opened the room.

………

"Are you okay, dude?"

Handsome, Kitteroo!!

The voice of my heart when I found out who he was.

Dark-haired, dark-eyed, tall boy. Of course I do. He's in the same class, Saigato.

There are constant rumors about him among women. He's a little blind, he looks a little bad, but if he is, he's actually in our class, so he's smart.

Wonder if women are sad, weak to say so. I can be vulnerable to the gap I'm doing because I don't seem to be studying.

Good looks, good motor nerves, a little twisted, a man popular with women.

He is so worried about me.

For a moment, I forgot that I fell off the table, but, well, this would make me a fortune, yeah.

"So, are you okay...?

"Oh...... uh, yeah. But..."

I had to put my fallen glasses back on and still care about the wreckage of reality reflected on the edge of my eyes.

Gakuble, gakuble.

"The agrippa... beautifully in two from the neck... Agrippa's splendid jaw..."

"Agolippa......?

"Ugh, good......!!

Oh, my God, I don't have time to do the cont.

The sound just now seemed to wake up the example Mako Oda as well.

"... what... something sounded awesome..."

She closed her eyes, first she stared at me and looked strange, then she saw Agrippa's pathetic figure.

"What's wrong, Mr. Maruyama?"

She asked me. Oh, name, you knew me.

"Uh... I'm in the art department, well, as you can see, trying to get the plaster statue down, dropping it and doing this..."

"Oh... I would have helped if you'd woken me up"

She stood up with her back stretched, and when she came to your side with me, Saiga, she took the crushed fragment of that plaster in her hand.

"I don't know what to do... I need one more of these statues. Let, seniors piss me off......"

"Are seniors that scared? A senior in the art department?

"Saiga, you don't know, but the director of this school's art department is the chairman of the" Federation of Culture Ministries ”!! It's not that I'm scared... P, there's pressure..."

"Union of Cultural Ministries?

He frowned and said he didn't know what it meant.

Well, I guess so.

But right now, my mind is too disturbed to explain this.

"You're welcome. No, class members are a lot of things..."

And it was Yuri Jing in the same class again who came into this room saying something about each person who doesn't read the air.

After he smiles, he understands the situation in the room a little bit and gets pounded.

"That's Maruyama, isn't it?... What's wrong with this..."

He puts his bag on his desk and interrupts our flock.

He is a class commissioner and talks to everyone a lot. Certainly the entrance exam was the top grade, and I also greeted the entrance student representative.

Beautiful boy with a fair face, who seems to grow up well. However, unlike Mr. Oda and Mr. Saiga, who are here, they are very friendly and I have had several conversations before. He's sweet. Many hidden fans already.

Thank you, honestly.

"Agrippa's... splendid chin..."

"You know the name of this statue. I mean, what is that? Are you gagging me?

Saiga goes into Yuri, who said the same thing to me.

To me handsome is something to observe.

"Mr. Maruyama said he has this statue in the art department. But it's broken."

"... oh, I see"

Yuri slapped Pong and his hand, as if he remembered something.

"There was definitely another statue. When I fished this art prep room before, I thought," That's a distinctive jaw, "so I remember..."

"You guys get out of your jaws now..."

"But you'll never forget this jaw..."

Even Mr. Oda......

But it kind of made me smile. Three prominent people in the class are thinking the same crap as me here and now.

Just a little bit, it seemed like they were close.

"Oh, there you go. It's right here."

Under the shelf next to the sink were plaster statues dressed in large cloths.

In it, you can see a plaster statue of an old agrippa, slightly blackened.

"Ah, there it is -!!

Good. Now I can accomplish my errands from my predecessor.

Yuri puts the plaster statue on your desk when you wake from eternal sleep.

"... a little old, okay?

"Yeah. I wish I had this statue"

I have a lot of momentum and hug and rub into this plaster statue. We were all silent on the boulder. But I didn't have the muscle to be donned by them having a radio sorority here.

"Chin......"

Oda pointed to the jaw of the statue.

"Something, black..."

"Oh... maybe it's because we all touched it"

I stroke Agrippa's dark jaw. The stiff feel of the plaster statue remains unchanged, but it looks glowing black somewhere, because it must have played its part for a long time.

I showed my palm.

The three get a little grumpy.

"When I'm desailing, my hands go black with pencils and charcoal. Even if I wash it, I can hardly take it off. Because with those hands, everyone touches their jaws"

"Oh...... I see"

Oda laughed furiously. Looks very pleasant. And very cute.

She felt a little familiar now that she was somewhere twisted and seemed to be different from us high school girls.

"Nevertheless, what are we going to do with this? This wreck."

"... you can hide it. Almost nobody comes to this room anyway."

"So is that."

Yes, solve it lightly.

The three men connect the broken plaster statue to assemble even in a puzzle, conceal it in a difficult place to find, and cover it with a cloth.

And clap.

Together I joined hands.

That, something's wrong, isn't it? But I won't stick around anymore.

"Thanks.... the three of you are clubbing here?

"Sorority, though."

"What sorority is it?

"Absolutely... suze..."

When Mr. Oda tries to say something, Saiga-kun suppresses her mouth.

"Fool!! Don't tell me!! Our activities are nothing but radio waves."

"... uh, it's a sorority to review and penance and reflection on your daily deeds"

Yuri is also a little suspicious to follow your example. [M]

I narrowed my eyes "hmm" and still didn't ask any more. I saw it in this room, all kinds of information will be unforgettable, but it's good to figure it out again sometime.

These three people themselves are so funny, I don't think I'll know until I know them anyway.

"Thank you so much. Uh, eat this. Next time I'll thank you properly."

I took out three of the always-prepared jade balls in my chest pocket and gave them to Mr. Oda for now.

At that time, Mr. Oda brightened up his face pah and said, "Are you okay?" and my eyes sparkled and I laughed, so I was quite surprised.

or, kawah yeah!!!

Kawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

I thought my glasses would break. No, seriously.

That much destructiveness was on her smile.

It's like a jade ball.

But the two boys on both sides, like, "Good for you," or, "Maki, are you hungry?" or something like that.

Honestly, I regretted that I only had the balls.

If I went back to the art room, I'd say there was plenty of candy I'd saved.

Next time, let's bring it......

After leaving the art prep room in this old building with the plaster statue, it's still those three silhouettes floating behind my brain.

Each and every one of them, very conspicuous, but I wonder why. I don't know anything yet, but I feel like I'm going to be here with those three very closely.

I wonder what the relationship is......

"............ I can't stop"

The waters of the Fountain of Curiosity are overflowing.

Those three people that I can still think of still feel like special paintings.

Yes, it's a painting.

Those three adore!!

Probably this!!

I was nibbling, holding an agrippa.

I'm sure the figure was surreal.

But I can't help it.

I, Maruyama Isamu, found a very interesting observation object today.

Over dessant paper, I'd like to try to identify those three while measuring the distance with a pencil.

When I was in the middle of the crossing that connects the old building to the new building, I almost dropped the agrippa again and tried to do it.