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

I met him a long time ago, I knew the name of that witch.

Machia still thinks it's that red witch we met 2,000 years ago. It's obvious.

"Oh, thanks......"

"... hmm?

"These earrings.... I didn't know you had something like this."

"............ Oh, oh. It's cheap..."

"... Glad to hear it. … take care…"

Machia's, honest thanks smudge my heart as I light up somewhere and mess with my earrings as I stray from my gaze.

I'm glad you bought it.

"No, I'm the one to thank.... you were doing magic on that brooch"

"... oh, so to speak....... yeah"

"Let's do something real. I'm surprised."

"I somehow knew that one was activated, but what the hell happened? Another weird pill for the princess?

"No... Well, we'll talk about this later. Now look...... hit me!!

……

Ba and spread your hands, come on, me in the pose. I'm ready. Rather hit me.

Machia was making a fist, but when she stared at it for a moment, she just took it in the palm of her other self, especially not trying to punch me.

"That's good enough... I've been waving you around a lot, too. I couldn't grow up."

………

"I'm more worried than that. You just built two spaces, didn't you? Aren't you going to screw me pretty bad?

"Ah, sort of."

Machia's worries were best.

Even though I'm not fighting or anything, I've built a Fortress of Magic.

But I have no regrets.

I'd rather be somewhere, in a clear mood.

"Grimindo, pay the risk after the party is over, okay?

"Yes, yes, thank you, Black Demon King. But there's about 20% interest."

"Fine, so..."

Negotiate with Grimmind the user demon.

Oh, my stomach's starting to tingle.

Even if it's a moment of pain, it's pretty tight to be twisted.

Machia saw this quiet forest of white flowers as a chiropractor.

"Hey, what the hell is this place? Strange woods."

"Oh...... This is nothing, not for combat or anything. There used to be a time when you were investigating the residual demon-guided space, right? That's the space that was in the data back then. I have copies of all the residual demon guided spaces for now.... a long time ago someone would have made a space"

White, blossoming, quiet forest I've never seen.

There are strange-letter painted rocks everywhere, and it's so interesting. It's also going to be archaeological material.

Machia looked at them strangely, but looking back at me,

"Hey, hey, there's a way over there, but what's going on up ahead?

I hear it with an exciting look. Good, I'm back in my usual relationship with Machia.

"It's just this forest going on. And hit the wall on the way. It's not a very big space."

"I'd like to go a little further. I built it, it's a picnic....... hehe"

"... is in a good mood"

Finally, I was in a pretty good mood, too.

The forest trail is tiny and well made as if it had cut some real forest.

The feel of walking dirt is close to the real thing, and even if you try touching a tree, it is well built into the touch of its surface.

"Huh... you met the blue general!?

"Oh. But he uses strange sorcery. You put your consciousness into someone else's body and you came into contact with me. In short, I don't know what he looks like."

"That's a lot of trouble."

"Trouble is also troublesome. That's not the same quality as a brave man.... With that magic, we can go unnoticed and dive into the executives of this Ruskian royal palace. And he seems to use a spell."

"A spell? It happened 2,000 years ago."

"But it's a nasty sorcery that's been contraindicated since then. Little magic left over nowadays......"

"... something, Eska still looks cute"

"Ha. He's totally good. Because it's stupid."

I told Machia about the Blue General. I was quite surprised, but I'm making it seem complicated somewhere.

Demon King class that is aligning. That gives me a certain hunch.

Not a very good feeling.

"Hey, you're digging something in this rock, too. I wonder what it says."

"I wonder what. Is that an ancient monument?

There's a big rock everywhere, and it says something on its surface.

I know it's an ancient letter, but I can't read it.

"It's a strange letter. It's older than it was 2,000 years ago."

"I guess..."

I don't know when the hell it was made, but I recall Sir Medite saying that the space around that diocese was built by “the first children” stopping by and playing.

So this space is also from the time of the Mayday Genesis?

In the first place, how long ago was Mayday's Genesis?

Even though the history in the record has only been on the table for about 3,000 years now.

"... this space feels good. Being under a leaky day reminds me of Delierfield Forest. I wonder when... we had a fight then, didn't we? I went to the woods to pick up the dongle."

"That's what you said. I was dying of overwork."

"Haha. Why do you always see me like this?"

"I guess it's because I'm competent."

This guy attacked me by building a mysterious weapon of plain pain, called a dongle bomb.

I've been a tyrannical guy for a long time.

"You can see the sky here."

"I guess that's how it's set. Don't wander around too much, with a dress like that."

"Oh, this place is 100% fantasy, isn't it? Though I don't think I have a physical impact."

"That's true, though."

Makia seemed to enjoy herself. I think I saw her squeaky face a while back.

But because of the different atmosphere, I'm still reminiscent of a 2,000 year old Red Witch from Machia.

"Hey... Thor, I wonder what that is"

………

It was just when I thought I had reached the edge of the space.

A mysterious arch, like a large pile of square cubes, existed so that it could stick to the walls of space.

And the other side of it is like a long, dark tunnel. On the other side of the arch, a space seemed to have emerged that I did not yet know.

There was no such thing when I came here before.

The space, which was calm until just now, is attacked by tension as if a soft leaking day had become something else at once.

"Oh, man. Don't go any further from here. It's a space I don't even know yet... it's not good to mess with weirdly"

………

But why did something like this show up now?

What the hell is this place? I thought it was just a forest space.

No... when I came here before, it was really just a forest space.

"... no way duplex space?

"To, double space?

"Oh.... hiding another space in the space. It doesn't appear unless the conditions are met."

Different terms than the last time I came here.... that there is Machia here.

"Yes, no... let's still go around this arch and go to the other side"

"Hey, wait a minute!! If it's dangerous, I knew we'd turn back. When something happens, it's you who created this space that's affected!!

"I know. But if I'm right, the space ahead of me is a conditional space that wouldn't come out without you... Maybe someday it's a space with an edge on you."

"... someday, me?

"That's right. That's why we have to go now..."

Perhaps there are other residual demon-guided spaces that were around the Patriarchate where such schemes are applied.

We have data, so if we don't look closely into it in the future, we might overlook something serious.

But maybe it was data you shouldn't have opened.

………

Every time you approach that arch, you can see that the concentration of space changes. It was 100% fantasy, but gradually the percentage of physics increases and the space capacity becomes big.

"No, you can't... If we go any further, we'll be burdened with Thor!!

"That's not to worry about. If this is about it... I won't die"

"So, but... Tor."

It was when Machia pulled my arm. When I tried to step inside the arch, an ancient letter of blue and white mystery emerged at present, and in an instant it was rewritten into a letter that was understandable to us.

"Welcome to the world's boundaries"

That's a line of truth we shouldn't have known yet.

We may have stood at that border now, unknowingly.

I thought so. We can't go any further from here.

You shouldn't take Machia.

But the unspoken arch spreads to swallow us as it waited.

I tried to free the space, but for some reason, you're not getting my orders from here. You're made with my magic.

"Thor!!

I heard Machia.

When she pulls the sword out of my hips, she punctures it on her feet as much as she wants and sheds a lot of blood.

"Become... Machia!!

The blood dyed the bright red dress so red.

"... eh... it's an order. Break it!!

When she ordered that out loud, the space got blood. From there it collapsed all at once, and we broke the scaffold and fell. The arch of the cube also breaks raggedly.

The high noise sounded as if the glass had broken momentum. We keep moving away from that world.

When I remembered that letter as it fell, my heartbeat became quicker with strange chest noises.

- Welcome to the borders of the world.