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

(Memory - 1)

About 2200 years ago.

The border of the eastern continental kingdom of Fresta

Yunosis: Twenties ~

At a time when I was still young, I kept track of the spirits as I traveled with my fellow merchants.

In these days when the magicians were in power, the magic mainstream was full of black magic, and what was called magic was somewhere perilous and neighboring with risk and consideration. Of course there was some magic in black magic that could be used in life, but I still feel that was one of the means of combat because it was a time of constant resistance against the demons.

"Yuno, town madder"

"We're almost there."

"Yuno, Plana would be dead without water anymore!!

"Don't fly so much. Get some rest, Prana"

"Mudder Town Mudder"

Already with a few spirits, I wrote down the spirits on parchment in the back of the carriage.

Mainly, the magic of working with the spirits to gain strength. Yes, about spiritual magic.

It was a real coincidence that I found it, but when I happened to try to build an old magic formation towards my first partner, the Hachidori Spirit, Prana became a hell of a divine spear.

At that time, as I told you, I perceived something special.

The spirits must be some element that builds the world, not a coincidence in this world.

They were believed by such Elements people, who must have some appearance depending on the circumstances.

I was searching for a fairy while traveling the world with a sibling merchant named Brandt and Mina, who also saw the Spirit, whom I met on my journey.

We called ourselves the Spirit Survey.

"Well, I'm surprised there was a ruin here."

"It's a Hetra ruin. It is a ruin of the desert of the former Hessnians. It's like ruins now, but, look, you were an oasis before. There's a well trail here."

"............ Ah, take a look, brother, yuno!!

A girl named Mina, who was traveling with me, called me and my brother.

I found something in the back of the well.

"... oh, it's the Spirit"

It was the Spirit of the Sasori who was in the dead well. I'm intimidating this one with my glitzy eyes.

I sparkle my eyes and jump into the well without thinking.

"Hey Yuno!! Silly."

"Wait there, Brandt, Mina!!

"Oh."

I was an impatient young man when I saw the Spirit in front of me.

No more, I liked the Spirit and I couldn't help but like it. Mutsu “ Mr. Low is also bright blue.

"Hi there"

………

"Are you a spiritual guardian of this temple?

"... you, can you see me"

It looked like a small sasori, but my voice was low but awesome.

"Is it rare for a person to see a spirit?

"They tried to kill me. He told me it was a disaster, and he disliked me and erased my name. So we had a sandstorm, and we kicked him out."

"... is that a black magician? Or a cleric?"

………

Sasori glanced bright red and looked up at my side of the honeysuckle plana and the hare upu.

"Get out of here. If you want to make me a slave, I'll kill you with poison."

"What are you talking about? I want to build a level playing field with you."

…………

"I want to create gentle magic that promises and contracts reciprocity with you. Why don't you come with me? Aren't you tired of this lonely place?

"... I'm a disaster."

"Nature is a piece of paper of grace and disaster. It's a phenomenon that has to be in this world. After all, we humans are just a part of the flow that we have no choice in. The magic we create is the magic of coexistence."

"... that's a weird one, you are"

"That's right."

The Spirit of Sasori, Scola Pione, was formerly worshipped as the patron saint of this Hetra ruin, but eventually the oasis became a dead sandstorm rolled up and its appearance was called an evil god.

People abandoned such ruins, leaving the land, and Scola Pione gradually went oblivious.

I heard about this poisonous sawdust legacy, which remained in a town a long way south of here, and came to this abandoned ruin.

At a time when spiritual beliefs remained everywhere in this way, but black magic had developed that fed human will and risks, and prayers for nature were about to be forgotten, I was scouting in search of such spirits to create reciprocal magic together.

It was very novel to them, they said, because of their whim and loneliness.

For them to use what they believed as a source of power and to establish their existence, the mechanism of white magic was fascinating.

Until now, faith in the land alone has been all, and in the end, if humans leave the land, they will only be forgotten and lose their power, but my knitted “white magic", which says to help by being constantly named, given offerings, and paid for magic formations by contracting, is what makes their existence clear. It also serves to spread the name to the world.

Humans have to be respectful of the Spirit and prepare for things every time they help, but the Spirits were basically very calm and gentle, looking for something simple and liked humans. I don't demand that much risk.

We were given, asked for, and given the power of kindness on a reciprocal footing.

Brandt, who traveled with me, was a good businessman in good standing, and he happened to know me for staying at the same inn, my big best friend.

It was his sister Mina who was with Brandt like that.

Mina was a shrewd girl, an adorable daughter featuring a chestnut hair offering.

They said they had both seen spirits since they were little, and it was not until they became familiar that they noticed and called out to the spirits I had with them.

They became interested in the spiritual magic I was making and started traveling with me.

But by this time, I was so young, and I was so full of energy, I thought I'd do anything right, that I had no fear of finding and taking the spirits and just having fun creating white magic.

"It's Owl Spirit Fan Tromget!!

"Fish Spirit Celiade, TAKE IT!!

"Lizard Spirit Pinot Dora is a eunosis and a quenched ▼"

"Tarantella picked it up"

Well, it was a young one. It was invincible. Maybe not, but it was some kind of nuance like this.

Study the anecdotes of spirits that linger around the world, in ruins, behind mountains, in the sea, even in the water in the fire. Of that child's skirt (self-regulation).

Well, I've been trying to find them by exploring them everywhere and breaking pots and boxes to find them.

The spirits liked me like that, and you followed me for some reason.

How much time did you spend exploring the Spirit?

The world was filled with spirits, and where there were legends and legends of them. Ultimately, I signed with 100 spirits, and I positioned the magic of working with them as "white magic."

Even without the power of black magic, this magic, with small risks and practicality, has once again clarified the existence of forgotten spirits and gradually spread all over the world. I left a book on how to do white magic in my place around the world.

And eventually, I became known as the White Sage.

Brandt and Mina, who explored the Spirit with me, have also become famous in the history of white magic.

I was the one who made the "Ten Commandments of the Spirit” theory, of which Mina was the first to use the Third Commandment, and Brandt was the one who found the possibility of the Seventh Commandment. As “white brothers and sisters," they are in white magic textbooks.

But me and the two of them, there was something decidedly different.

That's the amount of magic.

Brandt and Mina showed, of course, a fairly high magic number (Magi Vector) among general magicians, but I was a little out of the ordinary.

I went to the famous name witch and asked her to look into it, but no famous witch could see my detailed magic. I never knew my magic numbers by this time, but I knew that I was something else than my aging surroundings.

There was some sort of completion of white magic, and after the journey I promised to marry Mina, who had already noticed my anomaly and told me.

"It's not how it goes between me and you. That must be because you're special."

Here, you can't finish.

I still have something to do.

It's not just about making white magic, it's about using it for something else, that's the time.

By then, I'm sure, I'll be gone.

That's what she said, she left me and went home.

Brandt, my brother, also entrusted his spirit to me to set up a shop in a town and become a merchant.

Then, I get along with Brandt for a long time, but the difference between Brandt, who is getting older, and me as a young man, widens, and when I was seventy years old, he died. In this day and age, he lived a very long life, but he had a life expectancy. You can't do anything about life expectancy with white magic. Because that is a certain and equal destiny.

And I met Mina a a long time ago on Brandt's funeral day, but she was a blind, hip-bent old woman, not the figure of a shrewd girl when she was already young. She laughed calmly and nostalgic when she heard me. I had a son and grandson on my side.

I learned that her life was almost over and she was still rich. Shortly after, Mina also had a life expectancy.

And I thought so.

I wonder when my life span is.

As long as I keep living like this, I'm sure the difference between me and others will widen, and no one can talk to each other equally anymore.

I wonder what an unequal being I am while I make the magic of equality.