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

(Memory - 2)

Holy Land Vabilofos

Eireitier: sixteen.

Every spring there is a festival to thank the blessings of the Holy Land. Only on that day will the quiet woods be busy, but I was rare all the time. The priests scattered across the continent gather in the Holy Land to greet me. Praise or glorify me. I'm just a witch myself, but she appreciates the blessings of the Holy Land through me.

"... ha"

Here lately I have been in a vanity somewhere to rebel against the adult conspiracy.

Strengthen somewhere with care so that you don't get in the mouth of elders and clergymen, so that you don't talk, and don't become a puppet.

Because you shouldn't be seen sweetly as a child.

Well, he calls it a rebellion.

"... Witch. Long time no see."

"What are you doing back now... you young builder!

"Say those words again... where the hell did you learn them"

I was also defiant against the White Sage Yunosis, who came back a long time in this period.

He looks like trouble and looks at me frowning at the root of a tree.

"Kaya said it before. Sage looks young, but the contents are completely twitchy."

………

Kaya the Brave was at this time a brave man known to everyone in this Mayday.

He had not yet defeated the Black Demon King or the Red Witch, but he had crusaded the bandits of the mountains at the northernmost tip of the east, defeated the Big Demon clan according to the Black Demon King, and achieved many achievements that made the world famous, and it seemed that the Black Demon King and Red Witch here recently could not ignore the brave.

"Oh hon...... well sure I'm just a jerk. Some people say," Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I didn't like it either.

Elders and clergymen are only afraid of the white wise men who end up on the other side of me, and the existence of saying me is just a helpless girl with the name “green witch”.

The White Sage protects me by its name alone, even though you won't be on my side when it matters.

"... White Sage, why are you back? You want me to pick up the bridegroom, too? Like elders and clergymen."

"... witch"

"Those two are in my way. That's why I want to tell you to have your next witch and retire soon..."

"But the witch, my mother, Diena, also gave birth to you when she was sixteen.... Witches are absolutely a direct blood heir. Consider accepting the bridegroom separate from the elders and clergymen. It's very... important."

…………

I was angry with his troubled face for some reason and turned to him.

"Even I know. Don't preach. He's not my father..."

"... witch"

"The Green Witch gives birth to her daughter and ends her greatest role. My mother also said that it makes sense to connect blood.... but the men chosen by elders and clergymen are all convenient to them"

Green witches are basically restricted from meeting people as noble beings no one else can easily touch.

Elders, inhabitants of the sanctuary, a few priests.

Only during the spring festival, of course, can I get out in front of the public and see more people.

But, you know, it's just a show. Everyone today is a “flock” that only looks the same. It's not personally identifiable, we're all the same.

There's no one here I can trust.

It's the same with all the men the elders and clergymen bring to the candidate for bridegroom. Say you respect and respect me.

But I know. That's because I'm a “green witch”. Especially when she's just a little girl who hasn't done anything big, but she blindly tells me that she respects and respects me.

Who, you can't even tell me what flowers I like?

"That's why I tell those men. He said if I mentioned my favorite flower in one go, I'd marry you."

"... again such"

"Shut up. Then you know?

"... like you liked lotus flowers..."

"Those were my favorite flowers when I was little. Not at all now..."

Well, there's no answer to this question from the beginning.

I don't have any flowers I like right now.

I can't afford to love flowers.

Yunosis can't possibly know that. This man has been on other continents for a long time.

"White Sage, you must be cuter Kaya than I am. Then get to him and defeat the Demon King or whatever."

"… what do you say. You and Kaya are like daughters and sons."

"All green witches will be like daughters to you anyway. I'm just one of them.... but Kaya is different. He's a legendary brave man. You must be a proud apprentice."

………

I wonder what I'm talking about.

It's like he's jealous of Kaya.

You know exactly what Kaya and Yunosis are doing for the world.

"Just go away, damn it!!

I was twisted everywhere.

Well, he was a child.

But the White Wise remained in the Temporary Sanctuary.

I don't know what he cared about, but he left the Demon King crusade to the braves, and he didn't leave this continent to say whether he had decided to hide or not.

"... White Sage, what are you going to do? Are you hiding?

"What do you mean?

"I'm asking you why you're here. It's been six months."

"Kaya will do well without my help. The time has passed for the old man to speak."

"So... why are you here all the time?"

As he lets the spirits play in the sanctuary, he sits back in the shade pinning and caressing.

I couldn't be more honest with you that I was so happy to have him around every day. Looks like a rebellious daughter against her father.

"I have a little concern. The priests seem to think of you, the Prince of Luberchia, as their bridegroom. That way the kingdom will intervene without refusal in the circumstances of the sanctuary, which has been inviolable until now. The inhabitants of the sanctuary do not make it good, so I am monitoring the two positions.... don't let it be a bloodshed dispute."

"... that's not just a good story if I refuse the bridegroom"

"You shouldn't do that. It is time for you to make the decision to accept the bridegroom of either position, or wholly irrelevant. We have to figure out which is the most correct and better for the sanctuary in the future.... I can help you with that, because it's you who makes the last decision. Green Witch."

………

"I know," he says strongly as he slips away from his gaze.

I know this man doesn't have to tell me.

One day when I turned seventeen, me and the White Sage were called by the elders.

It seemed about time that the elders felt anxious that I would not accept the bridegroom diligently.

So the elders considered the powerless presence of the priests to be my bridegroom.

"... White Sage... I want to welcome you into the sanctuary as son-in-law of the Green Witch"

"... Yes... Yes?"

Yunosis had a look of surprise that wasn't like him. Neither do I. We're both pokans.

"You were the only one most deserving of a green witch's bridegroom. I don't know why I haven't noticed this before..."

"Wait a minute, Elder. I'm older than you, I'm just old when I see it from a witch. That's so witchy..."

Yunosis is sloppily sweating cold, asking for a flicker and me.

Speaking of me, I've been relieved since just now.

I didn't think Yunosis would be named as a candidate for son-in-law.

But somewhere, my chest is pounding.

"Please take it on, White Sage. Do you not have a wife or a son? For the future of the sanctuary..."

"Oh, that's..."

I suppressed my chest and looked up at the eunosis next door. It is also the first moment of consciousness of him, who from birth thought of him like his father.

"I can't do that, Elder"

But he shook his head resolutely.

"Me and my girlfriend have a different flow of time to live"

………

Moments, behind the cooling mind.

What I regretted so much, I stood up eating my teeth off.

"Even I am an old fuck like you, I absolutely refuse!!

Really, what did you regret so much?

Was it sad?

Then for a few days I was oddly blurred. Immerse yourself in a fountain all over the sanctuary and lie on your back and look up into the sky.

Only the light of the sun in silence is kept in flickering sight.

Strengthened to the point of stubbornness until now, distracted is melancholy with hundreds of millions of robbers, as if it were lies.

I'm tired already.

"... witch"

………

Zaaaaaaaa......

I felt someone call me and slowly went up from the fountain.

Catch the white sage Eunosys on the side.

However, at this time I was really apathetic and had no power to throw rebellious words at him as usual, I just blurred and went to the back of the great tree and sat down a bit between its roots.

My body is weak.

What the hell happened to me?

"... witch"

"What... you say it's time to go back east...?

"... No, that's not why..."

Yunosis came to my side a little awkward and lowered his hips to fit my gaze.

"What's wrong? Doesn't seem like the usual you."

"... somehow it doesn't matter anymore. Sorry...... eunosis"

"... witch"

"I'm going to marry the next son-in-law candidate I see.... Presbyterians, clerics... I don't care anymore. I dragged you out because I was pointlessly strong and wasted... sorry"

………

Just blurry, nowhere to look. Oh, I'm not that easy to apologize for.

Should I have been quicker and more honest? As they say, I should have married the decided bridegroom.

We should not have defied the guidance of the sanctuary.

I'm sure it was much easier that way.

"... witch..."

He looks at me with a grumpy look on his face.

And turn your strong eyes to say it.

"Witch...... will you be a couple with me?

………

"No, you don't...... sorry. Will you be a couple with me...... right? Excuse me... not at all..."

"... what?

In my green eyes, where there was no light, he shows. But then again, he slipped his gaze quickly and dropped it.

"What did the elders tell you...? It's not weird, you said you couldn't do it before."

………

"Am I that pathetic? That's the best decision Sage has ever made…"

Take a big breath, and vomit long.

Then I cried so intolerably.

It was very miserable for some reason.

Yunosis usually strokes my head, but he didn't do anything all the time, just as he did to the roots of the trees.

Always staring at the white orange infarct flower growing next to him with the cane in his hand on his side.

"Witch... I've lived thinking I should have never leaned on anyone in my life."

………

"It's like this now, but even I had it when I was younger. Back then, looking for the Spirit put everything into a contract, a journey to record. Some of my fellow women promised me a future. …… but we were never bound"

"... why?

When I looked up and inquired, he clasped his shoulders like he was in a little trouble.

"Me and her, it was like the view we were watching and the speed at which we lived.... she couldn't stand the fact that she was the only one getting older and walked away from me. And I thought that was inevitable..."

………

"But sometimes I think. Already dead, if I could have lived the same time with my friends back then... what life would I have lived. I wonder what life is like with carry-over.... You know what? I am said to be a wise man who has lived a long time and knows everything, but no one knows what to know. It usually falls in love, has a family, becomes a child, and grows old. And before the fear of death, still live to the end...... a life of ups and downs"

"Of death... fear?

He had some distant eyes, like me earlier, picking white orange infarct flowers puffy and circling it at his fingertips.

Somehow, I felt like he was tired or giving up on himself. That look with a lot of stuff, incomparable with mine.

His bland, unspeakable whiteness.

"When will I die...... I have no idea what that is. The feeling of time has completely paralysed me and no one can tell me that...... Well said, there's no such thing as forever. He said if there was a beginning, there would be an end. But... I don't feel like I have forever..."

………

And he was hazy, and when Couscous laughed, he held his face down with his hands.

"Excuse me. I wonder what I'm talking about... because every person..."

Laughing the whole way, he coughed up with Cohon whether he had become a little embarrassed.

It was a strange feeling. Because I've never heard him before. Because I kept saying what I wanted to say to him.

I couldn't help but wonder about the white orange flower in his hand earlier.

Does he know the flower language?

"Hey... you know what? its white orange infarct flower words"

……

"I mean" I'll love you forever "... don't you think it's frigid? That's why I don't really like the flowers."

"... oh"

He slips away from his gaze at first glance and says, "No, I know, but".

This reaction...... now you didn't know.

"Sage... it's no big deal."

"I'm familiar with the effects of herbs..."

………

I offered my hand because Yunosis gently tried to put those flowers aside.

Look at him. He looked so strange.

"That flower, if it's for me, I think I'll like that flower the most."

………

"Then I think you're my favorite flower."

What a far-fetched way to put it while I'm at it.

It's not cute.

Yunosis was pompous for a little while, but he compared my face to the flower of the white orange infarct in his own hand and tightened his expression.

"I'm... old and shitty, aren't I? You can't be on your side all the time, and do something about it... you're an old man, aren't you?

"Hey, what... do you have it in your roots...?

Is that what you say with a serious face?

It was a bit ridiculous. How many times have you ever said that to him?

"But those flower words... because I think you're the only one who can convince me... I guess you feel like you have eternity, don't you?

………

Yunosis did not stray from my gaze.

And nod slowly.

"Is your favorite flower white orange infarct"

"... yes... you're right"

"Will you be my wife?

Just one rustic flower offered was offered just where the wood leak sun hit, and I received it.

"Fine, Eunosys."

I don't know. Why did he want to be a couple with me?

But that didn't matter at this time.

Even if he, as a wise man, decided it was best, that was good.

Because he was the only one who could describe my favorite flower. Because that's for sure.

If we loved each other deeply at this time, it must be a lie.

I think I had thoughts that I kept hiding from him somewhere, but I'm sure he didn't have feelings for me.

Of course, I was a child for a long time when I saw him, and it wasn't strange to say that I was a daughter or grandson.

But I never think that the thought that started here, that I was born and raised was a lie.