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

Day 1 of the black salon.

This salon party, which begins in the evening, takes place by renting out one of the finest hotels in Wangdu.

On this day I am the “nobleman” who calls me the daughter of the Odileel family.

Thor cannot attend this salon because he was not born a nobleman, even in the position of being an adviser to the Royal Palace, and Ulysses is in the complete opposite position, but he cannot attend because he is royal.

Seriously, only nobles are allowed to attend salon parties.

"Machia!!

When I got to the venue, I heard a tall voice as if waiting for me.

It's Smyrda.

"Ah."

That being said, yes. She has been coming to the King's Capital for some time now, along with her father, the Duke of Bigrates, who attends the Great Council of Lords.

Naturally, you should be attending this party. I totally forgot.

"S...... smilda......"

"Well, what is it, Machia? You look so surprised."

"Yes, no... right. You're here, aren't you?"

"... Yes?

Smyrda is as tight curly haired twin tail as ever.

I was dressed in a dull dress this day. This dress is as flashy as ever, decorated with lots of frills.

But trouble. Trouble.

When she's around, it's a lot of trouble. No, of course, it's a real pleasure to meet an old friend, except for the circumstances of your work.

"Oh... you look good, Miss Machia. Good afternoon."

".................. bi"

It was the Duke of Bigrates.

I don't know what to say, it hardens my smile.

That's decided to have this guy too!!

"I'm asking Lord Raymond a lot. You and Thor Sagaram are doing a pretty good job."

"Oh ho ho... not so much"

As I raised one eyebrow and forced myself to laugh, the Duke of Bigrates placed his hand on Smyrda's shoulder, deepening the crease in his eyes.

"Come on Smyrda. Countess Bruce said she wanted to see your face. You're an adult daughter in 15, so you have to say hello."

To the Duke's words, Smyrda looked a little sorry.

"But Father... with Machia because of this..."

"No, Smyrda. And Miss Machia, because she's busy. Look around..."

As Smyrda looked around, she seemed to notice a number of sharp gazes lurking between the waves of the dress.

The nobles are watching us. That's the Duke of Bigrates, that lady, and Miss Machia, the royal palace's advisor magician.

With all that chaotic gaze, Smyrda seemed to lift her shoulders for a moment and get nervous.

I laugh at it unexpectedly.

"What are you nervous about, Smyrda? You're the daughter of a great nobleman. You were such a queen when you were a kid."

"Oh, shut up, Machia."

Smyrda has been told of the old days and has turned her face bright red in embarrassment and said back.

But as soon as you stretch your pins and spine, you wrap around the noble, upbeat air.

………

After all, Smyrda is the daughter of a great nobleman. I know what my position is on this occasion, and I know how it has to be. Whatever she's frightened of for a moment, she's not the balls to be swallowed up in the atmosphere of a place like this.

"Hehe, good luck with the greeting."

"Isn't Machia the one who misses Miss Thor? I'm worried you won't be bullied and crying because you're a nobleman."

"You... you're the same."

"If anything happens, rely on this Smyrda Bigrates, Machia."

That's what happens in the end. Smyrda is a typical bowl of women's group leaders who like to be relied upon.

I'm sure she still thinks I'm a friend of her age who played with me at a very young age. Nothing needs to change from those days.

I can't tell her what I'm doing or what I'm holding.

"Then Miss Machia. We are in this."

"... Yep, Duke of Bigrates. Good afternoon."

Back to back with Smyrda, the Duke of Bigrates, as if he knew everything, left a meaningful grin on his way out.

You should feel comfortable with Sir Raymond.

"... ugh"

The storm has left.

But it was also for a while that I was relieved.

As the Duke of Bigrates had expected to leave, one noble gentleman and lady after another went to greet me as to what he was up to.

I don't care how much I'm on Lord Raymond's side, I don't have a single sentence to rub off on me.

"Miss Machia."

That's when I heard a voice calling my name.

This is exactly as we met. This is a planned situation.

The nobles are greeting me, and on that ride, Barondot Esta has spoken.

"Oh... Dear Barron Dot. Long time no see."

As planned, that's how I greet you. I know your face, but don't make me think you're still that close.

When Sir Barrondot came out, the nobles there distanced themselves from the sleaze.

So much so that the Estas are a powerful family.

"Miss Machia...... could you dance with me?

"Well... I don't like dancing. Famous story."

This is also a scheduled conversation.

But the rumor that you don't like dancing is true. Look, General Cannon, when I danced with a brave man before, I was making all sorts of unnatural moves trying to get him to step on his feet. Since then, rumors have struck me that I have never danced with anyone other than Thor.

"Ha. I wonder what you're talking about. Rumors are rumors."

"Ugh heh. Don't regret it."

Sir Barrondot is quite an actor. Not uncomfortable at all and invites me to dance smartly.

Naturally, I responded to that.

Those in the venue were surprised and noticed us.

Sir Barrondot himself seems to rarely invite someone to dance in the first place, and I have basically declined to invite him to dance, too.

It must have been remarkable for the nobles to say that those two dance in this salon for some reason.

Besides, we're Raymonds and Alfreds. On the surface.

"Oh, Miss Machia... you said you didn't like dancing, but you're not very good"

"... that was just how I dared behave because there were rumors that said so. 'Cause you can't stay on the invitation anyway. I mean, I'm not really invited to the dance in the first place."

"Noble men can't get close to you because you're always on your side, Thor."

I don't know.

"Thank you... that's what I'm saying."

We had a conversation there, dancing without any particular problems.

In this venue, saying that we only know each other's circumstances turns into a strange intimacy with Sir Barrondot. So here I am lately, when I talk to him, in my usual (slightly understated) tone. There's something quite interesting about his cut back, isn't there?

"Look... look at that, Miss Machia. Everyone in this room is looking at me and you. It doesn't have to be the center of the world, but the heart of this black salon is definitely me and you."

"... I don't like it when it stands out too much"

"Really? Though you don't look like a shaded person. You are very strongly impressed. I can help with anything by standing on the table and making its beauty and presence useful.... you'll be able to do everything you want"

"No, it's a pain in the ass"

"Ha ha."

Sir Barrondot doesn't weigh himself in on laughing refreshingly.

"No, it's really like you. I love it when you say that."

…………

I told the sorcerer to say that very carefully.

He's a frigid honest guy, and he just amazes me.

After the dance we went outside the salon and had a night breeze.

Well, a man and a woman getting out of a salon is a promise or a good thing. The nobles who were in the venue will increasingly care about our relationship.

But this, too, is performance within the operation.

It's all part of the plan.

But honestly, it's cold under the winter sky.

"... ugh"

"Are you tired? Miss Machia."

"............ Yes. I got a little drunk in the crowd."

From here it's always a cat-bearing act when you get out in front of a nobleman for a party or something.

Anyway, we have to make this conversation heard by the enemy.

Sir Barrondot said:

"I didn't expect to have a flattering young woman like you participate alone in these black gatherings of nobles... Sir Raymond is quite harsh"

"Yes, no... never, because of Master Raymond..."

I have a slightly confused look. Shaking maiden's face.

Sir Barrondot did not miss that look and threw one invitation at me.

"Can you come to tomorrow's salon party too... Miss Machia. Will you hang out with me again..."

"... why?

"Please don't be so vigilant.......... I just want to talk to you and me. Forget about each other..."

"... Dear Barondot"

"You are a clear and weak woman. Poor, beautiful man who is not meant to be in contention. The bright red hair is so passionate, but its eyes are like the bottom of a blue sea, how many times have I been deprived of my eyes? There is no good reason for people like you to be used in politics!!

Hey... how dare you complain?

That said, we're acting each other. I almost laughed a little bit.

No, it's bad for Sir Barrondot, who plays hard for me.

I regained my mind and looked up to him in a clear manner.

"... Dear Barondot. Ok... I'll be here tomorrow..."

Blush your cheeks a little.

It's getting kind of funny!

Well......... who the hell is watching this right now? I'll count the number of signs multiplied by darkness.

I'm sure there's someone on the enemy's side, Sir Barrondot, who's glad he cheated on me, and Tor, who's hiding.

But unfortunately I didn't notice Sir Medite actually sneaking a peek at us.

With that said, he was also a great nobleman.