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

It's Machia.

The students of Magic Guidance Studies have been restless since morning.

Mostly girls.

Why, because it was Thor who came to school with me.

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"Oh, my God, you look disgusted"

"I mean dissatisfied, what do you say? What...? When I started going to school, I didn't get so zagged."

"Never mind. Mostly girls have more overt reactions... let's just think so"

Huh? and Tor's, strangely eye-to-eye attitude as he turns his pity face, is clear and angry.

There are more chances to come to Wang Capital and meet beautiful ladies, and this guy is getting slackened and getting on with it.

Still, why is this guy so overtly hot?

He's just a guy with a slightly better face who's all black.

It's not like Ulysses comes with an option like Prince, he doesn't have that much money either!!

"... what those eyes are"

"Nothing..."

I don't like it, so I look good with the lid.

What the hell difference does it make between me and this guy?

"Yes, yes, yes, they're all poisoning you, aren't they? Do you understand? The spirits of poison are twisted, but they're just simple guys out of the picture. Ha ha, you look like our wife!!

In an essential poisonous magic class for Miradolid mages, Dr. Medite is as temperamental as ever.

White magicians who have not fulfilled their covenant with the Basic Spirit produce magic by borrowing the Spirit's "Name Benefit”.

It's a lot harder just to borrow.

Magic determines the standard spirit, and by glorifying it and offering quite a few offerings, you can help with a limited deadline. This is like a ritual and I don't give a damn about the spirits of the day, but I say, well, we're talking about whether or not the spirits get better character.

"The poisonous spirit Scola Pione is said to be the figure of a poisonous sasori. Well, I don't know what you look like because I've never even seen a teacher... there's an image, gentlemen. Imagine!!

Meanwhile, Dr. Medite threw her gaze at us in the back of the room.

I look to Thor.

"Scola Pione was a pain in the ass, wasn't she?"

"Of all the spirits the White Sage had, well, you weren't a very good one"

It's a name I miss.

Now the Spirit of the Unknown Sasori. Where in the world would you say the spirits of poison painted in textbooks with illustrations are now?

"Yes, yes, yes, could you imagine? It's a poison sawdust. Desert Death Spirit... Red Eyed Star..."

Figs and red wines served on the tabletop are a ritual offering dedicated to Scola Pione.

Beneath it is already placed the painted cloth of the magic formation.

Equipment from the School of Magic Instruction Studies.

"Spirit of a hundred in the name of the white wise man, Lord of the Red Sasori, who shows the poison of the north and northeast, lend him the power of his name... thy name is" Scola Pione ""

And well, the part of the spell doesn't make any particular sense, but this is once and for all the chant as in the textbook. The part that makes sense will still be the part of the name. The spell is just like helping to establish an image, and this becomes unnecessary the more skilled magicians you become. On the contrary, it is difficult magic to use the power of the chant of the spell.

Though I don't have much chanting power when it comes to me, Thor, or Ulysses.

When successful, you see, there's a red crest of Scola Pione floating on Dr. Medité's tabletop.

That's what happens. Conditions vary depending on the Spirit to borrow the power of the name, but Scola Pione is dedicated to this extent, and they lend their strength for about a month. If you continue to use it, you have to do the same thing again in a month.

Sorcerers who are not directly contracted by the Spirit have to worry about troubles like this every day.

Me and Thor just tried somehow, and for now we succeeded to the point where we borrowed our names. Because you knew what it looked like.

The other students seemed to have a lot of trouble. Of course, you haven't seen Scola Pione before.

"Yes, yes, yes, good or not, gentlemen. Have you all finished your first name and contract? This is the real deal. Never get distracted. What we're going to make today is Scarlet Sand, an ancient poison in Miradolid. It won't kill you, but red blisters will appear all over your body. The skin is pus and crushed and it hurts. Peas (self-regulation).... well, it's mainly poison that the queens used to rival in the rear palace. Because it makes you look ugly."

………

The students were taking a breath with Gokuri.

"There are cures now, so you don't have to be so frightened... but you should be basically careful when making poison pills. If you're in a mood with too many floating minds, you see yourself in pain."

While Dr. Medite says so, it's a half a laugh somewhere.

I looked frigid, listening to his “advice,"

"I don't know what he's always saying."

And I squeal unexpectedly.

"But that guy, he doesn't poison you, does he?

Tor is already distracted by the tabletop materials.

In red cover, brown powder. Mysterious black liquid.

Stirring them in a pot as the textbook suggests, borrow the name of Scola Pione, who has just signed a contract to stop the fire, and magic them into poison.

Because this is fine in time and temperature, and really a lot of work, it's nothing but hassle for me to use the delicious magic that has solved everything as I ordered anyway.

White magicians are like researchers.

"Oh, I don't like it. I wonder what my blood would look like if I drowned on this..."

"Hey, stop it. What kind of weapon are you building?"

Thor, who glitters with the textbooks but seriously works, seems to be able to use white magic far more than I do.

With that said, Thor's magic seemed rational and cumbersome too...... what a thought while stirring the pot.

"Oh, hey... it's boiling"

"Oh no!! I don't know what to do, Tor..."

"Fire, stop the fire!! Bad temperatures..."

"Let's cool down. It's okay, I'll give the order..."

"Oh, no, why don't we do this?

What a mundane thing to do, something different influenced me in a different direction, and the pot became a completely different “something” than what was in the textbook.

It was supposed to be a bright red clay mass, but it turned out to be a bright black, thickened crystal.

………

Yes, it's a vicious bioweapon to see. Thanks so much!!

"Hey, hey!! What are you guys doing!!... I mean what is this!?

"... no, you don't get it"

Noticed the disastrousness of what we have made, Dr. Medite has sewn it between the work desks of the outstanding students who have already finished dispensing. They're laughing while holding their heads.

"I have no choice. Here's what we said. Fine work..."

"No, no, because I would have done it if I had been alone. Because you're just cluttered."

"What are you talking about? You were doing some weird magic, too. Crystallized, it's your fault, isn't it?

"Then this stab part would be your fault. It's an expression of viciousness, I'm sure."

Me and Thor are pushing each other for childlike responsibilities. The other students are turning blue.

Dr. Medite looked at me and Tor like that, and he was laughing with his belly again, but it's more strange to us how it goes.

What the hell is so funny?

"Doctor, I don't think I can help what I've done. What should I do? What kind of handling is this?

"Oh, fine, fine. That's for me. Because I'll take it home and research it."

"Be careful, Sir Medite. Because if this guy's power resides, it can also be a bomb. Because of this, the mansion is in trouble."

"Excuse me, it's up to you to remain silent unless I order you to."

A middle-aged teacher with glasses in the dispensing room during class rushed in somewhat hastily as Dr. Medite was shining his eyes that "a new breed of poison might have been formed".

When you come to Dr. Medite's side, you ear to him.

At that moment, when I said there was plenty of change in Dr. Medite's expression.

"... what?

"So... the witch..."

Me and Thor will also look at each other for words that can be heard slightly.

Sir Medite leaves the dispensing room on an early walk, with a rare and serious face.

"Counsellor Mage... can you come with me?

As you leave, you also call on us.

I guess the teacher at that time saw us not as students but as advisory magicians.

Zawazawa and the dispensing room where the students in the situation could not be grasped were left with their eyeglass teachers, and the three left in a hurry.

"Is something wrong? Sir Medite."

"... They say the witch is gone from the Church"

In response to Thor's question, Dr. Medite answered in a low voice.

"The Perselis...?

What do you mean?

That kid should always be somewhere in the diocese.

Instead, I've never seen her outside the diocese. Thor apparently met at the Royal Palace on prom day.

"Witches are not allowed to leave the Church. Because being in that sanctuary means something as a symbol..."

………

"Besides, this Miradolid is a lot of noise right now. Maybe the witch got caught up in some kind of incident too... the fool grabbed her..."

"No way... Esca...?

Thor was hazy and tightened his expression.

And touch the sword lightly with it still lowered to your hips. I hear Tor has a problem with Esca.

"But this is a pretty big deal..."

"Big deal!? The emergency is also an emergency!! Why on earth didn't the Bishops of the Patriarchate notice"

Dr. Medite seemed depressed to pay for his long robe and was heading to the Patriarchate on an early walk anyway.

"Hey, Doctor, does Ulysses know about this?"

"... to inform the Royal Palace that he has already done so... can His Highness move now that he has attended the Four Kingdoms Conference? Besides, if another country finds out, it's going to be trouble again..."

…………

Even that Medite teacher seems seriously troubled with a serious look.

From the look on my face, I didn't know what to do if anything happened to Perselis.

"... Wah, I... I'm calling Ulysses...!!

"Hey!! Machia!!"

Thor comes after me, who ran the opposite of the Patriarchate, but there is only one thing that hurries me at this time.

Just the feeling of telling Ulysses I have to let her know.

"Hey Machia!!

Thor taking his arm and pulling me back.

"What's up? We're in an important meeting right now... and you can't even call him..."

"But... but if anything happens to Perselis... because Ulysses..."

………

Thor looked like he was feeling my strange sense of impatience.

Even I noticed that I was restless somewhere.

"... what the hell... your weird rush for Perselis and Ulysses..."

………

"Guilt on those two."

"... it"

There is no confusion in Thor's tone, as if he is already convinced that he is.

I'm the one who was told and hacked.

I bit my teeth.

"Because... because what am I supposed to do? I'm just tormenting those two... Why... Ulysses never blames me. But what the Red Witch has done is tormenting those two around what happened. So if anything happens to those two again..."

………

Somewhere in the back of my mind, there was a hardening.

Guilt of Ulysses, Guilt of Perselis, To see it and pretend not to see it, I like those two too much.

Yeah, the Red Witch is a rounded one, too.

You were so brutal, you were so brutal.

I regret it even more now, what a funny story.

"Well, there's no reason for you to think that."

Thor let go of my arm and said in a low voice.

"But why doesn't Lily blame you... you better understand a little"

………

"I never think it's a bad thing to feel guilty. That's it, you're not like the old Red Witch anymore. Neither do I.… The three of us feel guilty of each other, yet supported by its existence. That's a weird relationship..."

A slightly misguided gaze of Tor laughing.

He also knows the guilt consciousness he has and the relationships he still doesn't want to change.

"Even Ulysses are the same. I have a guilty consciousness of being stubborn against Perselis. I'm not blaming you.... It's his problem."

………

"So set aside a little about yourself and reopen some more."

"... what?

If you think I was saying something a little cool, this is it.

What are you talking about?

"Yes, you have information about Perselis, don't you? Maybe I can find it with my magic. Sign me up."

"... oh, yeah"

I bite my fingers and drain blood into the cube-shaped 3D navigation Tor made on the back of my hand.

You carve information about Perselis.

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The point of appearance is to identify the location of Perselis, but apparently this is...

"I knew it, Castle Town...?

of, seemed.

Near the harbor on the northeast side from the royal palace.

"All right, let's just go after this. We should find her as soon as possible."

…………

"Besides... he'll definitely come"

"... yeah"

When I nod complexly small, Tor takes the handkerchief out of his chest pocket and takes my hand and wraps it around my finger, which is already about to stop bleeding. It doesn't make much sense anymore.

"... you are truly disciplined."

"Well, I'm with you."

"You're still saying that... I wonder what it is..."

I chuckle softly, gazing once with Tor and nodding hard.

Then we headed to a place where Perselis reacted.