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

The Shikoku Conference has been successfully concluded.

Ruskia, who had been a hangover on this topic for a few days, but it was still Prince Ulysses Fifth Prince's engagement announcement that got him talking soon afterwards.

The news of the return of Ulysses' right to inherit the throne and her engagement to the Green Witch was like an electric shock running through the Kingdom of Ruskia, and the people were greatly surprised.

This is such a time, so the news of the royal congratulations would be an inspiration to the people.

The delusions of a glorious world will swell, too.

That said, Ulysses was seventeen years old and Perselis was fifteen years old, and although the marriage age set by the Kingdom of Ruskia and the Patriarchate had once been exceeded, it seemed that Ulysses intended to say that Perselis would officially marry after turning sixteen. So now, I'm dealing with engagement.

"Because... a 15-year-old wife smells like a crime because she was 16 years old enough to marry a Japanese woman..."

Only me and Thor can convince this part of what Ulysses claims while illuminating "sort of."

Just because Perselis is a child's face, I don't know...

"... ah"

"Ah?"

When I go to the sanctuary, it feels weird that Eska is normal.

It feels weird to be wearing bishop clothes. It feels weird that he's the one wearing that white and black clean garment and a square hat.

"You really were a bishop."

"Ah? Isn't that why you said it? I'm the archbishop of the future."

"... I wonder if you're referring to a smelly boy."

"Oh? Oh, my God. Smells raw."

There was a bishop with bad eyes, complexion and tone.

As always, the neighborhood under my eyes is thick, my teeth are shiny, and my eyes are triple-white.

But, well, he's also this guy, and he's done a lot to make sure Ulysses can be the bridegroom of the witch.

At the final meeting of the candidate for the bridegroom of the witch, which Dr. Medite also attended, he recommended, if I say so, among the candidate for the bridegroom convenient to the Patriarchate and to himself, that it was a Demon King class combination that emitted an international discoloration? Ulysses smiled and intelligently pushed himself, and Esca pushed Lily semi-threatening, and you think she got the seat of the bridegroom? You think Dr. Medite couldn't stop laughing?

They say it's too big for the Patriarchate. It's like a tattoo on both eyes.

From now on, the Patriarchate will be taken over by these two.

The Archbishops may be driven into hiding by now. I'm sad for you.

I wonder if the Patriarchate will change with the times.

After a series of engagement proceedings and a lot of settling down, Ulysses and Perselis freed Shuma from the coffin.

I returned it to the earth.

It was dropped in a deep fountain at the bottom of the coffin.

It is held by the great tree of Vabilofos.

………

Ulysses and Perselis have been burning their unchanged son's face in his eyes for 2,000 years, and he will never see it again.

But you two, you never cried.

Lots and lots, is it because I cried? I just held hands strong and stared at Shuma falling to the bottom of the water all the time.

So that one day its soul may also gain colour in this world.

It's like a cradle wrapped in shrimp, with a white soft clothing cloth shaking beautifully.

Me and Thor will be watching for a quiet, unspoken green burial as we stare at the state a little further away.

………

I chewed my back teeth into some feelings of regret and penance in the back of my mind, staring at how Ulysses and Perselis were just strong and undistorted. Even if Ulysses and Perselis had forgiven me, I can't ignore my feelings for Shuma here and now.

You can't let me cry.

Because those two aren't crying.

With my hands on my chest, I prayed that Shuma's soul would be born in this world again.

The absolute number of souls doesn't change this mayday world. As long as I am reincarnated, there may be times when I will meet Shuma's soul again.

I'm sure your life will shine and you'll be in colorful happiness.

May there be something I can do.

Thor stared at me like that, but he didn't have anything to say.

He just stayed next to me the whole time.

It's all over and the coffin is empty.

That vacant seat was very impressive to me. I don't feel “they” whispering to me sleeping in other coffins that this is your last place to go, wondering if you're going in here one day.

"You know what I mean, you... the coffin is empty..."

As Eska passes next to me, to the whining words, I narrow my eyes.

While holding my fist, I still never, ever missed my gaze from the coffin.

"Don't worry about what he says. You have to live with dignity."

"............ Tor"

Thor poked me in the head as he stared at Eska.

I laugh with my nose and put my hands on my hips.

"I know. You're going to die so easily."

"Ha... I knew you weren't"

I know.

I must have a lot of work to do.

There must be something to face, something to know.

We're going to have to fight that coffin square that's going to be sucked in.

"Maki, do you have a minute?

This evening, Ulysses rarely asked about the garden in my room.

When the autumn mouth cooled down quite a bit. I used to go out in the garden and watch how it went because the red leaves are beautiful and the oranges are particularly dazzling ho times around the evening.

"Lily... that's unusual, you're coming this far"

"After everything I've done, I thought I'd thank you."

"Thank you... hehe, did you do something to me"

Ulysses laughed softly, too, and has offered me one flower.

It's a bright red, orange infarct flower. A red orange infarct flower that feels somewhere powerful, the opposite of how white orange infarcts are when Ulysses applies to Perselis for marriage.

"You... are you good? If you send flowers to a woman other than Perselis, you'll be misled."

"Ha... I told her about this. 'Cause he taught me the red orange infarct flower language because he's the one."

"... flower words?

"Yeah. If White Orange is" I'll Love You Forever, "Red Orange is" I'll Believe You Forever. "I was able to get to the point where you were. So I've always believed in you. If anything happens to you, I will definitely help you. That's a testament."

"............ Kizza Hey"

I feel like I've been a gutsy, manly, dependable guy here lately.

Because I had just realized that although I was originally a man who could afford it, Lily was also one person who would suffer once and for all.

"Thank you, Maki. You're my favorite."

"... I'll tell you what."

I laugh niggly as I receive it.

"What about Thor?

"...... hmmm...... Thor, of course I appreciate it as much as you do, and I believe you, but I don't have a hobby for sending flowers to a man on a boulder."

"So is that... He's gonna hate it, too."

I am proud of the red, which is so stronger than the colour of the evening, with the flowers of the red orange infarct hoisted in the sky.

My relationship with Ulysses came to this standing after that 2,000 years ago, after the Earth.

I cherish the relationships I have built up and gone with long, long memories and emotions.

"Me too, I love you and Perselis. So if anything happens to you guys, I'll definitely help you. Thor must feel the same way. So don't worry about anything."

"... yeah, you're invincible"

And we frowned and laughed, took our hands firmly, and shook them.

Staring straight at each other, with believing eyes.

Saggy, windy hair and dancing wooden leaves.

I miss the smell of autumn, as if I had smoked the same smell all over my body a long time ago.

"You're invincible."

I feel so relieved that I want to cry over that word Ulysses said.

In times of trouble, when it's hard and I can't help it, because it's okay, I don't need to worry about anything, and there are people on my side.

There are people laughing because they are invincible.

We have great power to help each other in times of trouble.

People who want you to be happy can do everything in their power to be happy.

How much happier would you be to be proud than to mourn the power you were born with?

We were born 2,000 years ago with the power of this outsider, and because of this power we have borne deep darkness, suffering, great sin and regret.

But it's only now that I understand that strong power is never all about fighting and destroying something.

For the rest of my life, I swear by the red orange flower I got, I want them to believe me.

I want to be a proud person who can do everything in his power to do that.

May one day I thank my own palm for this strength.