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

My name is Lepis Twilight.

She is the sister of the current lord of the clan of Twilight, who is said to be descended from the Black Demon King.

Originally, the Twilight clan was famous for its black magic on the northern continent. However, the Hermédes Federation forced the development of guerrilla giants, and some of the clans fled the Federation's hands and fled to the eastern continent when strong rebels also appeared within the clan. At that time it was the kingdom of Frezier that protected us.

Now by the life of Princess Chatma of Frezier, several Twilight magicians are involved in the development of the "Magic Circuit System” of the Kingdom of Ruskia in the south.

Only Sir Raymond has asked me to monitor and escort the three General Mages.

Even when it comes to the three of them, they are mostly like Machias.

The cube in the 3D navigation that Lord Thor gave me is engraved with the witch's location.

I had already come to the occasion.

Even though she's a witch who's been moving around scattered, she stopped perfectly in one place.

…………

Magic guide grocery store Midgard.

That's what the sign says.

I am drooling with disastrous magic at all costs. People shouldn't be leaning in.

I stepped into the magic zone to make sure there was no abnormality, and then opened the door.

Heavy wooden and metallic sounds.

"... Oh, here comes another rare customer."

".................. Hi"

An old woman staring at me in a black robe with one eye.

Plant a strong impression of a face full of wrinkles with a cut-out eye. The ophthalmic zone is certainly arguably the hallmark of this clan of women.

"I heard the Twilight people were coming to this king's capital, but I didn't know they were coming from you. Hihi... hello."

"Sorry, a little different. I think the witch is coming here..."

"Oh, my God, are you aware of that? You can't hide from a space magician."

………

The old woman has a creepy grin as she puffs a stuffed, decorated flue.

And when I got up from the chair on the stand, I poked my wand toward the back room.

"You, what's your name?

"... my name is Lepis Twilight"

"Ooh... good magic numbers (Magi Vector). Because everyone at Twilight is good."

I knew about the old woman. Because he was involved with my grandfather.

Her name is Madame Egresa. She is the witch of the famous Medithet family of white magic known as the Snake Empress.

"Madam... where is the witch"

"Well follow me. Over here...... hihi"

………

Madam invites me and leads me to the back room of the store. The stitched thin curtain of wooden beads, lowered from the ceiling, shakes and smells of strong incense from the inside.

I narrowed my eyes. On the sleeping table inside, the witch was asleep.

"What do you mean...?

"The Green Witch is now trying to figure out exactly who she really is. This kid wanted it, not until I lent him a hand... You're a degenerative sleeper. I groaned a lot until I fell asleep, but not entirely on the other side of my memory.... Hihi, why don't you try it too?"

"Fine. I have no previous life to be proud of."

"Oh, you're right."

Madam shook her shoulder and laughed couscous.

I seriously ask how the witch is doing and make sure there are no traumas in particular. Sure, this is just sleeping.

………

What the hell was the last life of a witch like?

I've only heard a few words from Lord Machia and His Highness Ulysses, but I'm sure no one knows that.

"The witch's previous life was a 2,000-year-old green witch. He was the wife of the White Sage and a witch who had the power of the Demon King class. Name it, Eiratia."

"... eiratia"

"The Demon King class has been confirmed that there are times to reincarnate with about one previous memory, but the witch has apparently completely forgotten her memory. Instead of being locked up... it was so tragic."

The boulder is from a clan that records the Demon King class.

You know them well enough not to be told in the tables of history.

"So she's now... remembering?

"... come on, you just have to ask that after this kid wakes up. Interested?

"No... that's not what I'm saying..."

From the eyes of the witch I saw a glimmer of tears.

On the other side of her deep sleep, she is now in the emotions she should have felt once.

I hear it was so desperate that I lost my life myself.

"Why, help me remind her of her memory?

'Cause this kid wanted it.

"... but the witch is only about fifteen girls. Will you say it can stand?... even though His Highness Ulysses said he was afraid of it."

"Hihi... well, maybe I can't stand it. But if I don't remember, I won't be invited to any future drama.... you won't be able to stand on the same stage as the three great demon kings. That's unacceptable."

"What do you mean? You are only the recorders. I've heard that being involved in the demon kings is unacceptable..."

"Hihi... but... the witch asked me to say no. At the time they are commanded, we will both become puppets of the play, and we will perceive ourselves to be a part of it. Their will has absolute power, as it was originally ordained to do. That's what Mayday said about the world..."

………

"In short, it's just a story that I asked you for. Besides, this kid has a right to know. I wanted it because it was undoubtedly in person."

Madam wiped the tears telling the witch's cheek and smiled niggly.

I think it was too much for me.

………

Second, Madame looked up.

I also get the feeling that something caught in the magic zone of this store.

"... you've got something coming"

"It will be what. Are you after a witch?"

"Come on... if that's the case, it's a nasty story. Stop hypnosis on the way, because this kid's body is burdened."

"............ ok. I'll handle it."

Hihi...... and madam laughing creepily, only her gaze is sharply pointed at me.

I exhaled quietly, grinding my nerves, and went out to the shop table.

………

One man stood in front of a store everyone avoided. I don't recognize him, he's a big man.

A congested eye moves in disbelief.

"... blood... flesh... woman..."

The bumpy man is shuddering as if he had cut even some dangerous couscous.

"You... you're not human"

I am well aware of its characteristics.

Sometimes when someone is pretending to be someone, they fall into such symptoms.

Cruel, a beast seeking blood and flesh.

"Demons."

My childhood memories come back to life. Our clan of Twilight, which had been deprived of liberty by the Federation of Hermedes, lived a frightening day with this beast, while being the blood of the Black Demon King, who was once the King of the Demons.

If we turned against him, he was mercilessly killed and devoured.

"You're a magician... you've met a good prey"

"That's this dialogue. I didn't expect to see the Demons in this place. This country will be hard for you to live in, won't it?

The man solved the pseudo and became a big ugly monster, as he said he couldn't stand it. brown skin and big fangs. They have hyenas like werewolves, but also feathers like blood sucking bats. A modified demon clan?

"... how many people have you killed? You don't even have a" sir ”here to feed you, do you? How many people are infiltrating this country?"

"She's a lady who seems to grow up and often asks questions."

"... I'm the one asking"

I know jitters and myself that I can't stay calm.

They're evil to me.

The demon clan breaks into the magic zone of this store with bursts and sounds. They have strong resistance to something called magic, and it seems like it's only a matter of time before they break through the boundaries here.

A beast who seeks blood and flesh, dew its nature, and stares at me with congested eyes.

But don't get me wrong.

It was me who laid down the prey.

"... Magic Fortress... Black Garden (Black Garden)..."

A new wave of spatial construction that expanded to draw a circle around it.

The world was thin and black filtered, losing a strong light.

"... hey what is this!!

Suddenly his vision changed, and the Demons roamed around him.

Sawa Sawa......

A garden at the end of a foggy standing world with a quiet cold breeze.

Red moon on the horizon.

The world at night.

"Welcome... to my Magic Fortress"

I flipped a long robe.

"He said it was a magic fortress!?

"Thank you. I invited you from that place so you could touch me."

In a garden with no one flying white spores, me and the Demons are facing each other.

"100% phantom, completely disconnected from reality, so please feel free to go around"

When I said that or not, the Demons shook their sharp nails and jumped at me.

It is pressed against the tree that was on its side.

A big nail is catching his neck and stabbing him in the trunk of a tree. Try to devour me with the momentum intact, but the moment is also a gap.

"... the tree will eventually decay"

Spin words like whispers. I didn't say to the Demons, I said to this world.

This is the space where my story makes sense.

In the distant sky, a number of faraway lightning makes columns of light.

The tree fell apart on the lid and decayed.

He lost so much support that the nail that was catching me called the trunk of the tree that, at the moment, I concentrated a number of translucent cubes on both legs and let them slide at speed. The Demons would have seemed to see the light flowing.

It is an instantaneous means of travel commonly used by those of us in Twilight.

Turning behind the demon clan, I compressed my hand against my ear and took out the great sickle that was trapped, sliding again the cube beneath my feet and waving the sickle.

With the power of rotation, its power is great and sharp.

"Ghaaaa!!!

I slashed off one of the Devil's arms.

………

I don't feel anything in that scream or the smell of blood.

Not yet.

I won't kill you yet.

"How do you say you broke into this country? Steal even Frezier's eyes..."

…………

"What is the purpose? Naturally, is that an order of the Hermédes Federation?

…………

Another unpleasant scream echoed into this space. Now he's slashed off one leg.

Glad to activate the Magic Fortress. We can't let anyone else hear this unpleasant sound.

The demons breathed and gazed up at me.

"... you... the remnant of Twilight..."

"Do you know us"

"... oh, of course. Twilight's magician's flesh is best served with spices. Your Excellency has rewarded me before."

………

The demons raised their voices, holding their arms down, but with strength in their feet, wings flapped.

Its alien appearance as it flew towards space is somewhere reminiscent of that giant soldier.

He seemed to be trying to escape.

"It's no use..."

I can't escape this world.

Pou......

A number of cubes are built around me, rolling their corny arms and falling into the earth.

………

The cube that got the light by making a line underfoot moves me to the Devil's side in an instant.

It's like a black flash.

What did I look like to this beast when I stood the sickle wide, with my pitch-black hair and robes?

With open red eyes, I am.

An eye full of hatred unwilling to give salvation.

It's like a reaper.

The cube, which was circling on the side of his arm, gathered on the sickle blade, leading the sickle.

The Beast's Terminator.

My body tore in two, and its flesh fell upside down through the dark sky.

Scaffolding a larger cube built in the air, looking down from the top. Remains in return blood.

………

The Demons don't move anymore.

It is swallowed up by a black earth with no light, open eyes.

Those who die in this world are made to nourish their space without even remaining pieces of flesh, bones. In doing so, the plants in this garden will breed.

It doesn't make sense, it's just a sprawling black garden.

It rained out.