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

I concluded a close meeting with Sir Barrondot, followed by various meetings with Sir Raymond.

Starting tomorrow, His Highness Alfredo's recapture operation will begin in earnest.

The First Prince's camp is located in a completely different building from here among the large royal palaces and is off-limits to anyone but those involved.

Prince Alfredo's room in particular seems to be surrounded by strict escorts, and you think it's hard to rescue him? Lord Raymond said that he wanted to avoid creating a clash that stood out from this side until the Great Council of Lords, and that this plan would turn the gaze of the enemy faction's executives to other things, and in the meantime implement them.

Other things the enemy faction turns its attention to, then, are the parties that have been held in the largest hotels of the Wang capital for exactly a week before the Great Council of Lords.

Unlike the usual Royal Palace party, this party is said to be a “black salon” for the nobles gathered in the King's capital before the Great Council of Aristocrats?

It is said that the circumstances of the royal palace and this information about Ruskia can be rumored and gathered without concern for the eyes of the royal palace. This party brings together not only the great nobles, but also the nobles from all over the country for positions and connections. It is also a place to appeal to one's existence and a place to look at one another. For the nobles, the occasion can be described as a more important social place than a party at the Royal Palace.

The First Prince's faction will also be unable to help but care about this occasion.

Since it is customary for royalty not to come out to this party, Prince Alfredo will never come out here.

But the men of the First Prince's camp send men to the party, that the man is Barondot Esta?

Barron Dot Esta naturally attends this party after hearing what the faction has to say, but so she comes into contact with "me" and seems to be planning to attract me to the enemy faction's lair, so she wants to extract information from me or somehow draw me into the faction's pawn?

Sir Raymond told me not to use as much magic as possible, but I am coming here to bear fruit. The First Prince's faction sees my magic as auxiliary magic to Thor and Ulysses or something, and they think I can't make a big deal out of it alone.

No, it's true, because there were always a lot of escorts. I have no choice. A weak girl like me is destined to be grabbed by the bad guys......

and well, this is what Sir Barrondot asked, an enemy faction scenario.

The scenario that we, the Raymond faction, have thought about with this information is from there ahead is the real deal.

While the enemy faction is distracted by me, Ulysses, Thor and Lepis will rescue His Highness Alfredo between the back of the thin faction.

While I'm being grabbed, I have to buy time for rescue.

This operation is pretty heavy on me and seems very dangerous to me again, and Tor was complaining about it all too much.

Starting tomorrow, we have to move a lot for this operation. The first day of the black salon is a battle.

"Ha... I'm tired"

I went back to the room after the discussion and fell straight into bed.

I'm unusually tired. I took off my shoes and dropped them outside my bed while I fell down on depression.

"Hey, don't go to sleep like that."

"Mmm."

I lie on my back and respond appropriately. Thor looked down at me in a frightened manner, picking up his shoes and lining them up exactly.

As usual, he is a man who cannot lose his stature.

"Sir Barondot is quite an unusual man, isn't he? I've seen a lot of frigid guys, but I've never seen a guy who can't honestly eat anything like that. Stick to it, don't you think?"

"... yet, don't get distracted. We don't know when he's gonna turn on us."

"Hey...... But he seems to be honest in nature. You're a magician."

I can somehow see the nature of the person from the name. Thor is roaring "hmm" there too.

"Well, if the operation doesn't go well, I can't say anything... But don't take it personally, because you're not the only one at risk."

"I know.... hehe, I'll make it work."

When I got up bah, I reached for Tor, who still looked difficult in front of me.

"Thor, hold my hand."

"... what? Why..."

"It's not good. Or what, you're telling me you can't shake my hand?

………

Thor shook my hand, I guess.

Thor's hands are very cold.

"Oh...... I knew Thor's hand would calm down better. It's cold, though."

"... what the hell is that"

Were I still nervous about everything, even if I was strong?

Sir Barrondot was a man who seemed a lot more interesting than he thought, but his hands were neither cold nor hot.

"You... hands, you're hot"

"... maybe it's a good spin of blood"

"... is that what this is all about?

Get your hands off Tor and stare at your own hands.

It's thin and white while I'm at it, it's a small hand. And then it's hot.

I held Thor's hand again.

"Hey, warm?

"............ no, it's hot for nothing"

"Your hands are cold for nothing."

Wrap his hands around it with both hands, and I'll moan a few times. Thor has the expression "what are you doing".

He sat straight up on the edge of the bed, laying his other hand on top of mine, even more pessimistic.

"Wow, it's cold"

"Ha... look at you"

"... you really don't care."

"Ugh... shut up... eh"

Thor looked like a bum and took his hands off Ba and me.

I'm funny how he looks like that, and I sit next to him without hesitation.

"Ah... I knew I'd calm down next to you"

"You, if you say that and the operation goes well, that man will tell you more. We might get married. Are you all right?"

"There's no way you're getting married. Sir Barrondot is not the type to hate... but he still doesn't come."

"Ha... something tight from the start"

"Really?... boulders, you're not experienced."

"Stupid, that's not what I'm talking about..."

Tor is oddly stuck. I laughed niggardly and thumped Tor's arm.

"What? ~. If I go to your daughter-in-law, do you miss me? Do you miss your husband when he's gone?

On top of being completely overprotective, you cute bastard.

But with a thorough eye, he said, "What?".

"What are you talking about? You're not getting married anyway."

"... well hey... it'll be hard..."

There are a lot of problems.

Thor looked at me and tried to say something, and he seemed to stop.

What the hell did you try to say? He stays put, stands up.

"Hey...... eat and take a bath already and get some sleep. Tomorrow's early."

"Right. Starting tomorrow... you're gonna be busy."

"I'm leaving now"

That said, he walked with Stasta to the exit of the room.

It's kind of a weird attitude.

"What, are you leaving already? Let's have dinner together."

………

"... hey Thor"

I shunned because Tor wouldn't like it.

But somehow I know.

Thor, in vain, is angry because he is aware of the fringe discourse with Sir Barrondot and I take on a dangerous role.

I feel like I'm happy, sorry. Because Tor, as a knight, always cared about me.

Tor looks back at this one for a moment.

"... what"

"... what, aren't you leaving already?

'Cause you're gonna stop it for nothing.'

"... nothing, I thought I wanted to have dinner with you... I'm sorry..."

I sat on my knees on the bed, out of sight of him.

And lie down with Cologne as it is. Thor sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but do you roll round... I praised you, Lord Barrondot. I want you to look like this."

With that said, Tor comes back stastasta here and attaches to the table. I don't know, Tor is still a good man.

I became asexually happy and jumped out of bed and remained barefoot, rushing to the toil sitting in my chair and hugging Gabba from my back.

Because of this, I was able to tighten Tor's neck vigorously.

"Ugh... Guru..."

"Hehe, I knew it was Tor..."

"What?"

"We're talking about sticking together."

Did I miss Tor, who I'm used to, because I had to be aware of a man who I didn't know well was a good person to talk to for nothing?

I wanted to touch it for nothing.

Tor said, "Just sit down," when he took my arm off, pointing a numb finger at the seat across the street, so I sat down for good.

And as usual, the two of us had dinner, and as usual, we had a good conversation that didn't matter.

The pleasant air, the natural time, was still necessary to me.

He wants to take care of it forever.

Is that what Thor thinks of me? I hope that's the same, though I don't know that.

Unusual, it was a very cold night that day.

I could see a lot of cotton snow coming through the window and I stared at it after Tor left the room, darkening the room.

A quietly squeaking chest in a white overlap of snow that gradually builds up.

I didn't like the cold, but I really liked the white side of the snow undisturbed more than that, and tomorrow morning, if it was loaded, I would like to try to put a footprint on it like a child.

Softly by the window, touch your own hands.

In this cold, it was still a warm hand in vain.