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

Then again, the Red Witch never came to this country.

I used to go around the Ishmore border and see if the witch would ask me again, but she still didn't come after a few years or so. Naturally. Because I kicked him out.

I had my servant look into the Red Witch.

Not many demons from the west had heard her rumors. Sure, just because I don't know, they said he was a celebrity on the western continent.

"The Red Witch is a famous witch who lives alone behind the deep woods of the Kingdom of Grizine. I was born into a family of witches and sorcerers, because all my family died a long time ago and the Red Witch is single. Many are afraid of the Red Witch because she will always look like a young and beautiful daughter, and there seem to be many bad rumors. For example, do you drink the blood of your beautiful daughter and have her life rejuvenated, or do you wear raw skin and stick it on your face?"

"... that's a bad witch"

"And an awesome name witch, who was lucky enough to give her a name, it seems to have a smooth and full life. The same is true of King Gridgen today, though. That country is moist without dispute.... Sounds like a whimsical witch. The Kingdom of Gridgen also seems to recognize the power of the Red Witch, but it seems very difficult to deal with, and our relationship with each other is subtle..."

"... is good for the provocateur."

"And then the Red Witch says she uses that special blood to order matter.... I don't know anything else..."

"With that said, you said something about whether the Red Witch uses blood too... But I've never heard of magic like that."

"Yes, it seems to be special magic."

A demonic man who was investigating reported it this way.

I sat on the castle throne and thought for a moment. I don't know if she's anything like herself.

Ishmore has settled down as a country lately, and the North is afraid of us and unable to move.

I thought I'd go see the Red Witch.

I got help from the Demons before, but I couldn't thank them or do anything to get them home.

About 2150 years ago.

Western Continent/Kingdom of Grizine Western Forest

Torque: Fifty to

First descent to the western continent.

I was quite surprised by the climate difference between the North and the North.

Unlike the north, the trees of the forest are rich in broad-leaved forests, the earth is full of grasshoppers, and the soil is of a dark colour.

Many animals existed only a short walk away, and a wide variety of trees bore abundant fruit. I hear birds roaring from all over.

I somehow figured out just seeing this forest when Dach said it was a place where I wouldn't have any trouble living.

The Red Witch's house was really all the way back in the woods.

Behind the deep woods away from people, saying humans won't be able to come to places like this.

In a small wooden house, I thought I was a little surprised.

I thought it was something that lived in a more splendid mansion because I heard from the Royal Palace that they received all kinds of support.

Knock on the door, but nobody's answering.

It just smelled so good from the gap in the door. It smells as fragrant as it was baking bread.

………

Since there are no signs of people in the first place, are they away?

I'll try to find a few woods there.

Nevertheless, it is a beautiful, fantastic forest with leaky trees.

The soft shades of daylight are completely different from those of the North.

The Red Witch was on the side of a small fountain in such a forest.

He's wearing a white thin piece, with his hat aside.

It seemed to sit back and peel off the nut shell.

………

The figure really looks like she's just a daughter. Long red hair is swept in the wind, sparkling in the leaking sun.

A youthful face is a dark-colored red red on the back that makes small lips so impressive. It's a strange beauty, and that's hard to put into words.

I didn't seem like a witch with bad rumors. Maybe it's a trap.

In the tranquility, I just stand and look at her.

When a little squirrel comes to her side, she rides and discharges on her lap.

The Red Witch gave the nut to its squirrel and stroked her head with her fingers.

"... hehe, you're a pretty girl. I wonder why you're the only one coming to me. Did I taste like nuts?"

With a bump saying that.

"Hey, Red Witch"

I finally spoke up.

She seemed quite surprised by my voice and looked up at me with a pompous look.

"... why, you..."

"I'm here to see you. I thought you didn't say thank you."

………

The Red Witch seems to disbelieve somewhere.

The forest leaves swayed with a warm breeze.

Every time a leaky tree falls, it flickers and is irregular.

"I didn't expect the Black Demon King to come all the way into the woods of such a small country... What can I do for you now? You mean you wanted to know the magic numbers after all? You rejected my offer then..."

She put me in the house. She has a sarcastic and tunkened attitude, but serves me tea properly and sits across the street.

"... no, I just wanted to apologize for the disrespect and thank you..."

"Huh? You tell me...? Why?"

"... time has passed, but when you came to my country before, you would have helped the Demons. … I want to thank you, do you want or want anything"

"... even when they say that all of a sudden..."

She blushes.

I took the Red Witch seriously.

Visible skin is white and fine, no scars anywhere. More like beautiful.

Has the wound healed quickly then?

"The Kingdom of Gridgen has given me a lot of things. Dresses, jewels, lots of expensive stuff. But I live here all by myself, so you don't have to be honest."

"... you don't live in people?

"Ha ha, don't be silly. Because you don't know how afraid I am of the people of this country"

The Red Witch laughs loudly and looks delightful.

"If you went all the way down to the northern continental town alone, they'd all tremble, wouldn't they? It's just like that."

"... I see"

How the hell is this witch alive?

Is it so much the same as me, or will I live longer?

When you don't look the same and you don't get old, you don't have to be older or younger.

I had a sip of tea served right in front of me.

The fruity aroma of sweet fruit spreads in my mouth.

"... delicious"

"I wonder if there are any such teas in the North. Aroma of dried apricot and rhubarb."

………

Take a good look around, there are many hanging dried flowers and dried fruits in the Red Witch's house.

Jams, countless vials soaked with fruit and bottles with nuts were arranged on the shelves.

"Oh... I like to make preserved food. I don't really want to go out there.... I was peeling nut shells earlier. Trying to make candied. You have to get into the bread."

………

"Hehe... but is it suspicious? Everyone who comes here just lines up the bottles like this thinks I'm making magical and suspicious drugs. There's a beautiful eyeball pickle in the bottle. Hahaha, that sounds stupid."

"... are people coming here?

"Well, it's really not much... You were a traveler before. I think I got lost in this forest."

………

That day, I had dinner with the Red Witch.

The truth is, I didn't mean to stay long, but time passed while I was listening to magic and neighboring countries.

The conversation with her is really interesting, and I get an unprecedented sense of interest and fulfillment.

Understander. How wide and meaningful is this word?

We'd never met before, but there were so many parts of each other that we could tell.

That can also be described as a common denominator.

The Red Witch prepared freshly baked noose bread and vegetables, mushrooms and venison stew.

"... surprised, delicious"

Take a bite and crush the potpourri and she'll say, "True!?" and make his face shine with joy.

But I immediately said, "Ah..." and I coughed it up at random,

"... it was simmered yesterday"

and returned to the usual cool red witch attitude. A little surprised.

"Oh.... I've had these delicious things in a while"

"Oh, I'm exaggerating. What does a king of a country do..."

"My country is most important to eat, because there aren't many patterns in cooking."

I felt like I ate something really good in a while.

This feeling is similar to when I had rabbit meat soup with Dach before.

I've been tingling here lately in various ways, making a country, paying for its risks. He stood among the nations, and struck every hand to save the weak. I was told I was a ruthless ruler, but I can't deny it. To live like that, because I swore on that snowy hill.... to preserve the influence of the Black Demon King.

Freshly baked, slightly sweet bread with lots of ingredients and blessings. And those who were similar to my existence that no one thought they could understand.

I guess they led to fullness and long time ago I thought the meal was delicious.

"... what a surprise. Because the Black Demon King was a more outward and ruthless image."

"Same as you.... make such statues around you on your own. Well... there are undeniable parts of it."

………

"Surprisingly, you have something about being a daughter. I was more arrogant and selfish and wondering if I was living a luxurious threesome.... I'm sorry."

"Huh..."

When the Red Witch blushed bah, she frowned eight letters like trouble and lay down her face as it was.

She's like a young daughter. Isn't there something cute about it?

At night, I noticed the Warcraft picking me up flying in the sky.

I said it was time to go back to the North and go outside.

"... hey. There you go again. I'll treat you."

"Oh.... you too, come to Eyesmore. I kicked him out before... now let's treat him right."

"... okay?

"Oh, there's something more I'd like to talk about."

With that said, she brightened her expression and laughed joyfully "hehe".

I thought she was a strange woman. High-pressure attitudes and restful leisurely attitudes were certainly red witches, and in this way, blushes and brightens their cheeks like a girl. I have no idea which is who it really is.

One thing I found out was that she used her attitude differently.

That's the same for me. I somehow know why I have to. Likewise, if it is unacceptable to a person.

I told her my name.

"... my name is Torque Seidelmund. It's a name I stopped using a long time ago, but it must be my name."

………

The color of the Red Witch's eyes changed.

What the hell did she feel and see from my appearance, knowing my name? I open my eyes wide and am amazed at something.

"Ah, you... the magic numbers..."

"Oops. Don't say any more."

I put my index finger over her red lips and shut her up.

I aligned my gaze with the position of the Red Witch.

"If you want to tell me something, come back to me. I'll listen to you then... Machirie Lucia"

………

On the back of a big, nocturnal warcraft, I left the Red Witch.

It was also a wager that she would come to Ishmore again, but I intuitively thought that I would have to tell her my name.

We had to be fair.

The Red Witch then visited Ismore again before spring, when the northern earth also became slightly colder.

And they'll let me know that my Magi Vector is out of the standard, which even exceeds a million. To say that normal humans are between 200 mg and 7000 mg.

The Red Witch also had magic numbers slightly below me but over a million.

Therefore, we are heterogeneous and heretical.

Back then, I had many people in the country to say Ismore, some trusted ministers, wives and sons, but I can tell you that the Red Witch was different, special.

Powerful, so in the end I thought of those other than myself as weaker inferiors than myself. That's in a good or a bad way.

But only the Red Witch was equal to me and of the same height. Precious and special.

I wanted to know about myself and her. Because of their equality, they were the only ones who could weigh each other's power.

So we didn't just talk to each other, we started fighting.