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

I wonder why this world needs “them”.

Make it all the way to the coffin and replace it over and over again.

Until the amount of magic lines people and their existence, giving them a role.

"Witch, admit it"

"I don't like it!! Shuma!!!

A world that just makes you unstable by saying that you don't have all those numbers.

A world where only eight coffins serve as pillars.

"To protect this land. There will be no more bodies of the" previous ”Red Witch. It will still fall into the underground fountain. If it goes up in the sky, eventually there will be disaster in the land."

"If so, then I'll be in there!! So only Shuma......"

"You shouldn't. Your coffin is separate. Besides, your role isn't over yet."

The inhabitants of the sanctuary, beginning with the elders, chose no means to preserve the land, according to their code, which is inherited from a long time ago.

After that big explosion, the Red Witch and the brave Kaya seemed dead, as expected.

There's just no place for the two bodies. I can't even go looking. Though that would be strange if even a piece of your body remained in that explosion.

How important it was for this world to say that no body would remain even in the same death.

I was informed of the reason for the existence of the coffin in the sanctuary that I had never known before, and I was stunned.

The inhabitants of the sanctuary told us to expand the “green curtain” of the sanctuary as before by putting a shuma in the coffin of the Red Witch.

Shuma, who is closest to the Demon King class. The residents said it was a very honorable thing, but it wasn't the same sacrifice.

No matter how many times I deny it, it was Shuma himself who made the decision, so I can't overturn that decision.

I am powerless.

said the girl. When I defend this land.

"If Mother were to enter the coffin of this land one day, we would be together forever."

I didn't want that forever.

I wonder why.

The happiness that was in my hands is taken one after the other.

In this sanctuary.

(Memory/Termination)

Holy Land Vabilofos

Eireitier: 28 years old

From then on I was like an unwilling doll.

Everything didn't matter.

How many times would you have wanted to die, staring at the blurry and the bodies of Eunosis and Shuma housed in the Holy Land? If I die, the connection between the blood of the green witch may be gone and I may be able to avenge this sanctuary in a way.

But when that happens, I tell myself many times that I will deny the existence of Yunosis and Shuma, who died for this land because of this world.

Because I was distrustful of the inhabitants of the sanctuary, I then chose for my new husband the third prince of Luberchia, whom the priests had recommended.

I think he was a very honest, unbeatable person. He was a man who was younger than me, but who thought all that if we could restore peace between this land and the kingdom by our own connection in a world that became unstable after the great explosion of the western continent.

But I can't even remember this guy's face properly because at this time I was a real blurry, ambiguous presence of consciousness out of pity for losing my previous husband and son.

He was then given a daughter between him and his new husband.

For the Holy Land is a memorial, the next generation of "green witches”.

I gave it the name “Aeris”.

………

Even in front of my daughter, I was still somewhere blurry.

My new husband sometimes went back to Luberchia, but he was more on my side than the White Sage, and he was really honest with me for not trying to open his heart.

My daughter, given to me between me and this man, is certainly my daughter.

Even though I say that what I was looking for is in my hands again.

Still that white silhouette I can't get out of my head.

In this day and age, every continent, country, was in chaos.

The western continent was halved, the malignant Magi particles scattered, and the nations that existed were also devastated. Those who survived fled to other continents, and it created strife.

In these times, it was unfortunate that there were no more overwhelming people. Even if they were the culprits, the world is consumed by ugly emotions and strife to the extent that it seems that the times when they were rampant because they liked it were so much more peaceful.

On the southern continent, the Kingdom of Luberchia managed to bring the people together by gaining a connection to the sanctuary, trying to hold back the spreading anxiety and dissatisfaction.

“Sanctuary" protects everything.

Nothing to worry about.

But the disaster soon came.

Unprecedented infectious diseases erupted on the southern continent, causing many deaths. White magic these days couldn't cure it.

The inhabitants of the sanctuary murmured that it was the curse of the Red Witch, that the malicious Magi particles had snuck in, that it was bad to keep the irrelevant in the coffin, that the sanctuary had become angry because of its political connection to the kingdom, and that the green curtain had not unfolded properly.

I felt angry about what I was talking about now, but I already had no power to describe it.

Eventually, the infectious disease came to the sanctuary.

There was a dispute between the clergy and the inhabitants of the sanctuary that the priests connected with the kingdom had brought them here.

Ugly ugly. The world gets uglier and uglier.

It's not like we're fighting.

Even if we isolate those who suffer from disease and deal with them not to spread, it spreads to say that it is a curse.

Maybe the sanctuary was really angry.

I doubted my eyes.

The disease infected my newborn daughter, Aeris.

Something like black stain develops on the body and eventually pus rots.

It's incurable, but we can't do anything about it.

"No more," the inhabitants of the sanctuary said. This girl needs to hold on. I want you to give birth to a new witch.

"... what the hell is that"

I did it at this time and got the light back in my eyes. We have to do something, we have to save this kid.

No one can save this child. I'm the only one here. I sincerely wanted this child to live.

Until now, I have only been able to drop off the deaths of my loved ones, neither Yunosis nor Shuma.

I felt whispered to the sanctuary that it was their destiny, and there was no way to make it, no matter what.

I screamed at the great tree of the sanctuary, holding Aerys infected with the disease.

"Please answer. Is this... is this what Vabilofos wants?!!

Are you saying it's not enough yet?

You took everything from me, and I told you to take me to this kid.

"Oh... why... why... what..."

My daughter's breath was thin and her body was hot.

Blood flows from the black, pungent place, and that conveys my arm.

I have no power.

I don't know the magic of saving this child. Whether you say you're a green witch or have a lot of magic, you don't get an answer.

"……… help…… eunosis…"

I lay down on the ground with my daughter in my arms, trembling in despair.

But then I remembered his words.

"... change fate... magic..."

Nose nostalgic The smell of the sea breeze is sumptuous, Behind my eyes, I find a gentle smile I've always wanted to see.

He said the biggest magic is the magic that sets zero to one.

That's the hardest, fate-changing magic.

"Fine... because I don't care what happens. Please, change this child's fate............!!

Look up at the great tree and keep screaming.

The magic in me struck a beat with dokundokun.

"Please, please!! Yunosis...... please, help me...... Huh!!

Holy Land Vavilophos, if you say I am a green witch, now is the time to give that power.

So let me believe in miracles for the last time.

"It's Vabilofos!!

A pale, slow time sways the green leaves into my eyes.

Glitter, loose.

I glimpsed many memories of the Holy Land at moments like that blink.

"... ah..."

Nine.

Far away, I see nine silhouettes.

I feel so nostalgic even though I don't know who it is.

Repeating life and death, coloring the times with their own colors, they meet, contend, break up, and still come back here at the end.

Ah... it's Kaya.

The blonde young man, nestled in the distance, looked back and said to me.

"You'll see each other again."

Times flow, tour, and reach here again.

Finally... I know what that means.

"Yes... the next era awaits you..."

The green light surrounded us laying low on the earth, and wrapped this sanctuary, waving through the continent.

The spores of light dance high in the sky and eventually become holy songs.

Light plunged in from the sky, which was covered by long and thick clouds.

Aeris is wrapped in its light and eventually erases the traces of the disease and sleeps peacefully and easily.

There seemed to be nothing to worry about anymore.

………

Oh, good.

I had something to protect, too.

Yunosis, did you help me?

I got a little hope at the end.

He reached out a bloody hand without power, stroked Aeris' cheek, and wept a glimmer of tears.

This child is hopeful.

Beyond this, he will be the one who guides the world of dark clouds.

But I'm sorry.

Now I'm leaving you.

"Witch!!!

One young man rushed into the flying sanctuary of the spores of light.

My current husband. I tell.

"... Aeris, please"

The man looked so surprised and sad when he saw me.

What the hell was I like now?

But with tears, the person nodded over and over again.

"Yeah...... I know. Because she's our daughter."

When I hear that voice, I finally remember the person's name and recognize his face.

He was a tough young man. Manly, someone completely different from Eunosis. His name is Joel.

I must have said thank you. And he said he was sorry.

But I can't hear anything anymore.

I don't see anything.

I think he was still wrapped up in something as warm as a wood leak day in a growing distant consciousness.

That's right.

I never died in despair.

At the end of the day, I connected my hopes and burned my life.

I have to tell you.

I have to tell that guy.

Eunosis...... No, you don't. It's Ulysses.

I have to tell you.

I have to go tell him.

He said the last thing I had in my hands was a definite light of hope.

The air was so clear when I woke up, I felt like I was reborn.

Light plugging through the window.

The sound of dew falling.

A bird is flying high in the sky and ringing.

I know. I see.

My world is changing color.

My heart is calm. I said I remembered everything, but not disturbed like a clear surface of water.

"... Perselis!!

………

A red-haired girl and a dark-haired young man rushed into the room. They look very anxious when they see me sitting on the bunk.

I felt uncomfortable with the name I was called for a moment, but recognize it immediately.

Yes. My name is Perselis now.

"... yes. You were the Red Witch and the Black Demon King..."

…………

"I finally understand... why you asked for each other..."

Machia suppressed her mouth and wept like she could not.

The tears must have had a lot of very complicated thoughts. Thor also has an indescribable look.

I slowly find a separation in something myself and nod.

Then he walked slowly down the sleeping table and left the store barefoot.

I miss it, but I'm sure I don't, a new smell.

Dark sky colors at rainy evenings.

I don't even want to blink.

Oh.

Everything looked different in the world.