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

The authority of the space-time king.

I had that sword in my hand when I was investigating this snowy mountain in an attempt to build Ishmore.

The sword was asleep, enclosed in huge ice, in a place where no one would go all the way back in the mountains.

I heard rumors from the original residents that the ice would never melt, but it melted easily when I touched it.

It was like he was waiting for me to come.

When I held that black sword, it was the word "authority of the space-time king” that appeared as a letter in my brain.

That's what I'm gonna call that sword.

About 2150 years ago.

The Northern Continent and the Mountain Zone of the Kingdom of Jolweh “Eyesmore”

Torque: 60 to

"That sword is a pain in the ass."

"Well... that's not a normal sword"

"You're the only one with that kind of noise, and it's kind of sloppy."

Red Witch McIlier is complaining from earlier.

I won today's battle. Essentially, space magic is vulnerable to McIlier's command magic, but today she was forced into melee because I handled this sword. Then a little weak is the hallmark of this witch.

"Because the sword, it's untouchable. Something that they take with them every arm if they try to touch it. I can't order anything without touching matter and putting blood on it."

"That's how I expose my weaknesses from myself again..."

"It's okay. It won't even be a battle dedicated to winning or losing!!

Even so, somewhere I'm in a bad mood, other than because I regret her loss.

McIlier behaves like he has nothing to say about the wounds in his body.

The battle between the Black Demon King and the Red Witch had become a major problem on the northern continent.

I'm not talking about a war between countries, and that was the end of it as far as I'm concerned.

Humans will soon forget my power in ten years. If I could use a new weapon, I'd want to use it right away.

If the king changes, so will the way the country is. That's why I needed to show my strength on a regular basis.

Subject to the minimum amount of damage, McIlier and I will start a magic battle in that snowy mountain, assuming we don't hurt people.

To know how much each other's power is. For pioneering your own magic. To show strength to other nations.

My model of the Magic Fortress was also built during the battle against McIlier.

I always wondered what kind of fortress would be good enough to flirt with her, trap her, and counter that commanding magic.

Unlike mine, McIlier's magic was even simple and one-sided, but therefore strong.

The harder I worked to build the fortress, the stronger the witch fed the information to take it backwards.

There is no such thing as a settlement.

There was no clear winning or losing when the time came to see which was the dominant one.

For my higher magic numbers (Magi Vector), there are shackles that say I have to protect the Eyesmore behind me, and whatever it is, it's a fuel-efficient demonic fortress.

McIlier didn't reach me in magic numbers, but sometimes tactics that leverage the benefits of surprise attacks and magical abilities work in my favor.

Our battle contributed considerably to stopping the wars in our countries.

In some places relations between nations have deteriorated because of us, but it was retained in a critical line that did not lead to war, and even if it was just a simple magic warfare, it worked as a way to keep equilibrium on very thin lines, involving nations and continents, those relations.

I was arrogant and felt somewhere that compulsive domination by force was far from peace, but by this time I believed that there was less damage out there in the battle between me and McIlier than the number of victims out there with war between nations.

"Black Demon King!! Black Demon King ooh!!

Me and McIlier were surprised by the demons who recklessly broke into our fight and stopped that fight.

"What. We're taking it in."

"That's the Demon King, Master Sieve..."

".................. hey!!

One of my wives had a woman named Sieve, but she gave birth to a child earlier?

"Wait, you, it's not your scheduled day yet!!

"That seems to have gotten a little quicker. Lord Sieve says you don't have to inform the Demon King."

"... he's always... eh"

The woman who said Sieve was the same brunette and brunette as me and was treated pretty badly on this continent.

I picked it up and brought it to this country.

I gave him the status of my current wife.

Sieve was a well-made wife who played a solid role in that position.

"What's wrong with you? Did your wife have a baby?

"... well, that's what I'm saying. I'm sorry, but that's enough for today. You win."

"Phew... I know, I know. If it is, should I give your baby a name, a name?

………

Speaking of which, the Red Witch was a name witch.

No name witch outranks her. The name is certainly, I say, the name of fate.

"...... right. Sieve always told me to invite you to the castle. If I may, will you give me a name?

"Heh heh, that's good. Instead, prepare a delicious dinner."

"I know."

The Red Witch will be my first son with this Sieve, the only one who has given me a name.

The castle was amongst the deepest, most successive flocks of rides in Ishmore.

"It's a surprise. Though I thought it was more snowblowing in the back."

"...... Ismore is another space if you ask me. detached from the external environment. There's an adjustment room in the castle where you can manipulate the amount of snow. It's easy to live there."

"Your magic fortress is really anything."

"... not really. The castle was once sealed with this" authority of the Space-Time King ”. It's only because of the magic of a long, precipitated sword in the land that Ishmore is there."

"I see.... It was a little mysterious, I wonder how you could keep such a big country moving every day. It would be quite risky."

"... well, that's what I'm saying"

I took McIlier to the back of the castle.

The Devil's servants bow their heads one after the other and lead us to Sieve's room.

Sieve was lying next to the newborn child, in a cot.

When she noticed the Red Witch was there, she tried to get up.

"Well, you're a red witch. Sorry, this is such an ugly outfit..."

"Yes, that's okay. Go back to sleep. I'm just here to give birth babies a name."

"Well...... eh. How thankful for that..."

Sieve looked at me and smiled small.

"Good luck, Sieve"

"... Yep. You have given birth to my child safely, Black Demon King."

The baby is freshly born, its little body wrapped in a delicate embroidered cloth, sleeping next to her mother.

I've been through several times that my child can be born, but for the first time I was born with Sieve, I have something to sneak up on.

Will you be a brunette child, much like me and my mother? I want you to be proud of that black.

"Well, I'll give it a name."

"... oh, please"

McIlier took a deep breath once and looked to my child.

"... my father is torque, my mother is sheave... dark hair... black eyes..."

She came up with our names and the words we associate with. Fluffy, soft light wraps the baby around.

"... spatial magic... and... dusk..."

………

"What you see is the Dusk clan......“ Twilight Zone "

"... what?

An unexpected line of words. The Red Witch herself is leaning her neck somewhere.

"I feel magic... This child will later rule the darkest hours of magic… he will be such a magician. Yes, his name is... Scroot"

The Red Witch named her Scroot.

She touches the baby's cheeks and gives them a benefit by name. A dull orange light is scattered around the script.

"Well... the magic numbers are over 8,000 mg. Very rare. That's the son of the Black Demon King..."

"Is that true? Up to now the child has had a 3000 mg level, even better..."

"This kid is special. Torque, if you're a complete night, it's in front of you that this kid makes it. Dusk.... it's not the darkness of the night"

"... dusk"

I whined a word about that profound keyword.

"I'm sure he's a kid with a big role.... Sieve, you have a honorable child."

"... Red Witch, it's an honor..."

Sieve seemed struck by the ritual of naming the Red Witch.

He gently strokes my child's thin dark hair and puts tears in his eyes. Sieve is a less emotional woman, but the day I say today must have been an irreplaceable day for her.

The boulder is the Red Witch.

After 2,000 years, I finally learned the value of naming at this time. I understood the meaning of the grace of the Red Witch's name.

Dusk clan.

That's what they call it now, but me and Sieve's son, Scroot, will later inherit my magic and lay the foundations for a new clan.

That means dusk, Twilight.

The clan is now very big for us, for the world. You can say you're in the same core of the world as us, good or bad.

Dark-haired, dark-eyed, northern continental magic gate. The pinnacle of black magic. Descendants of the Black Demon King.

He still inherits the same blood as the former Black Demon King, Torque Seidelmund.

When Scroot was born, I wanted him to be proud of the same "black” as my mother and father.

The fact that the clan that began with Scroot still retains its black colour and makes its name for itself on the northern continent is the answer to my wish for Scroot.

It made me painfully happy to say that I had left my magic behind while taking risks.

Would you say that the Red Witch had anticipated such an advance at the point of naming it?