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

♪ I'll love you forever ♪

If that white orange infarct flower word made sense, didn't Ulysses say "don't take" this?

"Hey, you know what? Your Highness Ulysses, I heard you were talking to a princess from another country. Come on, what do we do?"

Around yesterday evening, Urbanus Medité, who visited the Patriarchate, was told that.

I was a little disgusted with the way Urbanus said it, but I can't afford to worry about it.

I am enlightened. Ulysses stopped coming here because there must be something more important. Maybe I could have had someone more important.

Though I was originally only thought of as my sister.

Still, it made me so sad.

After an anxious, sleepless night, I was, as usual, alone in the fountain of the Holy Land, thinking of him I could not see.

The first time I saw him was just when I was five.

He was a young boy about seven years old, but a beautiful prince with adult air, somewhere with an extended spine, standing on his feet to the ground.

From the moment we met, I fell in love with him. Instead, as a young man, I think I had a feeling you'd like this guy someday.

Now that I think about it, I'm more sure than a hunch, and I also feel that it was part of a defined emotion for me.

Hiding behind Bishop Delgusta, shy of me, he smiled and reached out to me.

He told me a lot of stories about me not being able to go out there.

Because you were a child, and you knew what.

There was no cloudiness in my smile back then, and although I was always surrounded by gentle white air, I think I occasionally looked lonely.

I was looking away with those eyes, like I was waiting for someone.

"If you do have a Ulysses waiting list, show up in front of him as soon as possible."

I always prayed in front of the great tree.

If that person shows up, I'm sure he won't miss you. I don't look that lonely.

Because I thought you would smile more.

I think it was when I was just thirteen.

Ulysses suddenly looked very surprised when the two of us were looking at the book and talking about something.

Sure, I said something, but I don't remember it.

Though I duly remember Ulysses' surprised look at that time.

Since then.

He only laughed a little, seemingly lonely, and began to see me.

But still, he stayed with me when he came to the Patriarchate the same time.

He stood by me like he was watching me.

I don't care. He listened to me, and he told me all sorts of things again.

And on that prom day, Ulysses will be reunited with the waiting party.

Machia and Thor.

Two people who are special to Ulysses and understand Ulysses.

"... good for you, Ulysses"

It's good to see you both.

Makia and Thor, who rarely come to this place, have thought a little since these two showed up, although now is also my dear friend.

Yeah, I'm sure the scope of my presence in Ulysses will be smaller from now on.

But the situation changes.

On the last day of the Episcopal Festival, this King's Capital is attacked by guerrilla giants of the Hermédes Federation.

Then came the princesses and generals of Ulysses and Machia, Thor, and Frezier to this sanctuary, where they could not enter except the special.

The reason is that they were clearly special.

I didn't really understand what was special or the mythology, but I understood that they were in some unusual circle of fate.

Ulysses was crying.

For me, too, in front of that boy's grave with some unspeakable emotion.

And apologized to me many times.

Embrace me like a cuddle, over and over again. I've never seen him so weak.

I didn't know anything, but I was a little aware of it at this time.

I thought maybe I was part of their circle of destiny.

But I don't know anything.

Why did Ulysses arrange so many words of penance towards me?

Then, whenever Ulysses sees me, she laughs sadly.

And one day he became cautious against me, as if he were going to handle even glass finishing. We were in contact so easily, he kept a certain distance and stopped stopping by my side, and he stopped stroking my head.

I thought that was something I missed so much.

What the hell am I to him? Isn't it a very troublesome thing?

To him, what is it that leads to penance?

Could I be anything but a burden to Ulysses?

What makes him look sad, I wonder.

As I think about it that way, I go jealously.

to Machia or Tor.

I won't put it on the table, of course, and they love it, but Ulysses looks really fun and happy when he's with Machia and Thor.

It is healing. To their presence, a lot has been saved. I was waiting, obviously, more than I was told.

Just watch and you'll see.

But I was supposed to pray for it.

You're a nasty girl.

Float in the waters of the fountain, with many petals, and keep yourself in their cold.

Because only then can you sink a little bit of loneliness and ugly jealousy.

………

Zaaaaaa......

The thin cloth kimono sucked water and got heavy. As it was, I got up in the center of the fountain.

Then Ulysses stood near the entrance to the tomb of truth, saying it was so early in the morning.

"............ eiratia......"

At first, he shrugged.

At that moment I felt an unspeakable chill and distorted my face for a moment.

I know. The name sleeps somewhere in the back of my mind.

But I squeezed my expression so as to push back the wave of signs that I was getting there.

I wouldn't have seen him for how long.

I haven't even had a decent conversation with him in the last two months or so.

"............ Perselis"

………

I eat my teeth off so that I can keep my heart down high.

You were really glad he came to see me.

I went all the way to the back of the tree and knelt in a bit.

It's hard to explain why you did this. But it must be a very simple, childish feeling.

Glad to hear it, I don't want to put that on the table, such a cute little maiden heart.

"......... what's wrong Perselis?... If you stay in a wet place like that, you'll catch a cold. Because it's autumn already. Especially here. It's cool.... Look, you're shaking a little."

Ulysses robed me.

A robe with his warmth remaining. I attract the robe and ascertain its warmth.

"... after all, are you afraid I'm on your side? Do I look like I'm gonna remember something?

"... Huh?

To his question, I turned away because I accidentally raised my face, but Ulysses, whom I saw at that time, was grinning sadly again.

Ulysses crouches down to the same gaze and peeks into my face but lays face down not wanting to be seen now.

"I'm sorry. I haven't been here in forever..."

See, that's how you'll apologize again.

I turned my back on him.

"... see, you'll look like that again, Ulysses... It's not Ulysses who doesn't like me."

"... Perselis...?

"Nothing... it's fine. You don't have to come all the way to see me if you look in trouble. Ulysses already has Machia and Thor, right? There are lots of fun people with you, aren't there?

It makes me sad as I say it. I have tears.

"Why... why do you look so sad and troubled when you look at me...? I don't know anything..."

………

What the hell do you feel guilty about me?

What the hell am I?

Yeah, I don't like it. I don't like it.

Something I don't understand must have tormented him the most.

And yet I am afraid to know the truth.

"I'm anxious. Ever since... that day, when Ulysses cried in front of her grave... I've always been scared. I have a feeling... there are signs. I don't know, there's a horrible sign in me all the time."

Ziva and a sign of something quietly eager for an opportunity.

That's a mundane thing that must have swallowed me up.

The hunch is already, I know it's horrible.

Because the whole body rejects it.

It's horrible to clarify the lingering remnants of the brain.

"... are those signs so horrible?

"I'm afraid... so..."

Stay on your side.

You're not always on my side, even though everything is anxious and I can't help it.

That's what I wanted to say, but the real deal was blocked by his words.

"Right."

It sounded unpleasant.

I felt that, settled in the wrong direction.

"But it's okay... you don't wake up that fear..."

…………

When Ulysses narrowed his eyes, he had piled up one white orange infarct as he explored the blooming flowers across the street.

"I was there a long time ago, let's talk about a stupid man. The man can't satisfy himself with one thing to tell his forgiving daughter-in-law while being called a wise man...... he was such a dumb guy around. Besides, the man had to do things on other continents, so he couldn't stay with his wife forever."

He seemed to tell an old story about what the hell he was talking about and make it listen.

He stares lonely at a circle of white orange infarcts and offers them to me a little further away.

"The man sent the flowers of the white orange infarct to his bride of forgiveness. And not long after, they became husband and wife..."

………

I was very dodgy for a moment.

I felt I knew the sight of him offering a white orange infarct.

Sepia colored visions that continuously, but fragmentarily, disappear when deployed in the back of the brain with the patin pattin.

An old texture looks like a filter, a nostalgic vision.

I know.

The flower words of the White Orange infarct are, "I love you forever".

A rising heart and a rising tide of cheeks. My body gets hot from the core.

Surprise, anticipation, joy, unspoken emotion creep up.

"... but you mustn't take this"

But my heart got cold in an instant. The ambiguous emotions that had come so far are dropped to the dark bottom of the water, as if they had been struck even by a heavy pile in the heart.

Ulysses never gave me the flower and put it gently on the spot.

"... Huh?

What the hell is that all about?

"... why...?

"If you receive this, you will surely be swallowed up by fear. Because you'll know everything."

Ulysses stayed out of sight, but made it clear.

I was too abstract to understand, but I've learned one thing.

This is settled.

I was totally rejected by him.

When I realized it, I couldn't stand it and wept.

Because although I knew nothing would change.

"Why... Ulysses..."

"... sorry"

And he, again, apologizes to me.

When I distorted my face a little bitterly, I turned my back on me and tried to walk away from this place.

With a puffy tear, but I can't move my beaten thoughts, my chilled emotions overlap, and I can't even get up.

"Wait... wait... Ulysses..."

The voice is too small, even if you desperately try to call him off.

Stronger, courage enough to stop him, strength, charm, I wish I had.

Smaller in the gap between the roots of the tree, I grip the robe Ulysses put on me.

Catching a white orange infarct placed in sight a little further away spills tears again.

It's not just sadness that's creeping me up, it's a fragmentary sign of fear.

It catches up to me and hurries to the point where I'm about to run out of breath.

"... Ulysses..."

Don't go.

Stay on your side.

I'm afraid.

Something's coming after us.

Glue, glue, that feels like you're slowly mixing honey with yogurt and dark bitter chocolate with a glass spoon.

Glittering and beautiful, but somewhere sweet and sour, and bitter.

What comes after me is such a cloudy color thing.

Sweet, but never gentle, like that, swallows me up.

Oh......... I miss it from somewhere, I can hear the whistle.

"I'm sorry... but this is my sin. It has to be me to stop that man."

"... you're going. Put me and Shuma down."

"... sorry"

I have a nostalgic voice.

Who's there?

Who are you people?

There is a man with white hair and a woman with green hair. I have a little boy... with me next door to the boy in that coffin.

When the man got to his knees in front of the boy, he touched his cheek and said:

"When it's all over, let's go to that place with my father. I promise. Until then, you're on my mother's side...... shma. That place must be special to our family."

"Yes, Father"

As young as he was, the boy nodded with a more reliable look than the woman.

Oh...... I miss everything.

I don't know why I miss it, but I can't help but stop crying.

I want to know more.

I feel like I could get closer to Ulysses if I knew more about you guys.

If I had known, I could have stopped Ulysses.

More, more............

I twirled sparkling, trying to explore the signs of sleeping in me by hand.

All of a sudden, however, it is inhibited by a disastrous wall like black, hard marble.

………

moments, negative emotions like stabbing all over your body.

Scary.

I can't forgive you.

I want to die.

I want to see those people.

What you can see is a woman struck by grief, crying like crazy in this sanctuary, in a coffin.

No, you can't.

From here on out, you shouldn't see it.

I'm sure I can't stand you.

You don't have to know anything.

Someone blindfolded me.

…………

I woke up crying and sleeping at the roots of the great tree.

I desperately grabbed Ulysses' robe and kept it small and small.

"Don't cry, witch."

I heard a whistle coming from somewhere, and I heard another voice coming from over my head.

When I woke up in surprise, I looked up at the multiple spreading branches of the great tree.

At the split of its trunk, one young man was sitting on his knees, blowing a lateral whistle.

I feel like I know that tone, even though it's unstable and refreshing somewhere. I think I heard it earlier.

The man wears a white and black patterned carved, bishop's clothing worn by everyone in this diocesan country and a square hat.

"... so, who?

He was the first bishop to see it.

From the gap in the hat, I can see Ash's hair cut short.

I have an invincible grin that doesn't suit my bishop's clothes, and my sharp eyes with three white eyes are looking down at me.

The fact that the bishop was in this garden proved that he was also special.

of his blowing transverse whistle, that discord is the tone closest to his being.