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

"That... here I come. unexpected"

"... what's that reaction"

Machia said she thought I couldn't even come to dinner this morning.

Is that why, when I ask for a room from the garden, he looks kind of decent.

"What is it from the garden in this fucking cold? You like it too..."

"Just let me in the room.... It's cold."

"You're good at cold, you dressed up and you said it"

When Machia looks down from the top with the steps, I still don't think it's going to be like with the princess.

"Hey Thor. You're late."

"... that, Lily... were you here too? Are you okay, ma'am? Leave me alone."

"Well, sometimes I wonder if dinner would be good with a friend..."

Ulysses' smile is irresistible.

What the hell happened?

"Anyway, after this, you're going right to the Church country, right? Go through. My husband is in trouble - please explode."

That said, Machia seemed to be very happy with the fact that the three of them had been together a long time.

When we get to the table, we ring the bell with chillin 'chillin' and ask the waiters outside to carry the meal.

Roasted duck rosemary flavor came with a course of eyeballs tonight. A good smell spreads throughout the room.

Every time, Machia's eyes are shining.

I was also very hungry, so I was no less disappointed in dinner than Machia.

"Lulu is Jandere? Huh?"

I told the two of you about today at tea time after dinner.

When Ulysses heard about Princess Rubette's every action, she pointed her eyes and tilted her neck.

"No, no, no, I told you before, Lulu was a really sweethearted kid. He was isolated in the north wing, so I used to sneak him out every once in a while and take him out."

"You... did you know about Princess Lulu?

"No well... quite..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"No, 'cause I didn't think that was happening... sorry..."

Apologizing, Ulysses exhaled loudly, "Well...".

"I didn't realize that kid was back and we haven't talked that much yet"

"Well, you're talking about your new wife. You've got your hands full."

"Well hey...... no. What are you talking about, Maki!!

Meanwhile, somewhere proud and nigger-faced Ulysses took a breather after drinking all the tea.

"Then it's time for me to..."

With something lit up, I left the room with a shitty.

Fast deployment, me and Machia, Pokhan.

………

"... what?

Oh, my God, he went to his wife while denying it.

When I'm burning my hands at your sister Princess Yandere, you're sprinkling the happy aura with the newlyweds.

But Machia is laughing at Couscous.

"Oh, my God, you look like you're having fun."

"... Ulysses and Perselis are doing well. Yes, I'm glad to hear that. There's been a lot going on between us. Now I want you to stay with me forever."

"Heh unexpected. I thought you'd be jealous."

"... I'm not that narrow-minded of a woman. What, are you making fun of me?

"Nothing?"

Sip a cup of tea and unwind in a ho, gently softening Machia's jittery gaze.

Again, this position has something to calm down.

"Hey Machia. Anything you want?

"... that's a straight ball. If it was your birthday, you said you didn't need anything.

That's what Machia says after all.

Right?

"But for your birthday, I'm glad you could come too.... maybe Tor can't, because I was just wondering how it went this morning."

"No way. There you go, just... go"

"What's that ambiguous reply"

Machia rises to her seat as a muscle. Did I piss you off something?

But as she walks to the dresser, she seldom peeks into the mirror and tries to take the earrings.

"I knew you couldn't have complicated decorative earrings anymore.... My ear hurts... and I'm... ahem. See, I get caught up in my hair too... you know..."

Apparently, the earrings caught on my hair and I couldn't get them off well.

I'll stop by Machia's side and see what's caught.

"Try me."

"Look, my hair got caught in the metal part."

"If it's tricky, I wish I didn't wear earrings or anything. That's not why you're telling me that?

"That's not why I'm saying it. Especially when you're in the royal palace. Even if it's not, at my age, I'm still a little girl. You're gonna get licked, aren't you? Gotta stick it up as good as it looks."

"... that's tough, too, woman. Here, hold your hair."

Machia turns her arm toward the back of her hair and holds her hair down. I slowly remove the earrings that caught on her hair.

"Oh... hey, don't pull it"

"Oh, sorry."

They pulled the earrings a little for each hair. She has tears in her eyes that look painful.

"When they pull my hair halfway through something, it hurts exquisitely."

"So sorry."

"If that's the case, cut your hair with scissors."

"How about that? Your hair's a woman's life, isn't it?

"What's that old theory?"

The man, Mr. Machia, took the scissors out of the dresser and was seriously trying to cut my hair, so I stop it and tell him to lend me the scissors.

When Makia cuts herself, she'll surely take her hair softly!!

'Cause I'll hang up if I have to.

"... yes"

Machia nodded cocklessly as she was convinced, loosening the ribbon that was always putting her hair together halfway up.

Long hair is fluffy and untied, and the floral fragrance that was trapped spreads all at once.

………

I was surprised.

It solidifies for a moment.

"... I made my hair loose and easy to cut."

"Oh, oh..."

That's it. A man says he's vulnerable to the smell of shampoo, but it could be a similar feeling to that one.

Suddenly I get attacked by strange tensions.

I just don't have the usual high flying ribbon and Machia looks pretty grown up!!

"Hey, you, you okay? I figured I'd hang up myself?

"Yes, no, no, no, it's okay"

"Why salute?

I took a deep breath and cut just a little bit of the tangled hair on my earrings.

I'm worried about your ears, your neck muscles, your chills, but stay calm there.

If you think so, a dangerous trap where cut hair flows through your neck and says it falls into the valley of your chest.

Makia picked her hair from the valley like nothing else and poised it in the next trash can.

That's a reaction I don't think you're about to have as a fifteen-year-old daughter. It's boulder.

Before that, it was a sin that my almost 15-year-old daughter's breasts were growing so caught up.

Now, if you take the earrings you took, that's smaller for you, but heavier.

"I see. This is a strain on your ear."

"Isn't it? I think I'll buy a new little one."

When she removes the other earring, she puts them over the dresser and pays for her long wavy hair.

I took a serious look at that.

"... what the hell"

"No, I thought I was becoming more and more like a red witch. Look, you used to wear a triangle hat on that, right?

I draw a triangle over her head.

A witchy hat, once wore a red witch.

"That would be so. When I was a Red Witch, I kept my Seventeen look.... you're still far from the Black Demon King."

"... leave me alone"

Machia was gently returning to the table where she had eaten earlier, ringing the bell and having the royal palace servants lower their dishes.

I couldn't move from the front of the dresser, I thought.

With that said, how old was the Black Demon King's appearance?

Sure, were you in your late twenties or something? It should have been a grown man.

Although I don't really remember because my apparent age stopped at some point.

…………

I still look young in the dresser's mirror.

I can understand what Machia meant when she said it was far away.