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

About 2100 years ago.

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

Torque: 100 to

Sieve is dead.

She was observing my spatial magic well, analyzing it on her own and putting it together as a book.

My son Scroot has a magical sense of me and her concession, and now he's a fine magician, but I feel like I've been reading her leftover books over and over looking important.

After Sieve died, it was his daughter, who drew half the blood of a demon named Terjes, who was to put this together in the royal palace as his rightful wife.

It was chatty and crazy, but I trusted Sheave and thought of her like my mother, and the other wives were close. He also felt so righteous that he weighed in on things like the rules in the royal palace created by Sieve that he decided he was the best person to put the other wives together.

She was a human father and a demon mother, but the discrimination of the humans killed them both.

She is also a very gutsy daughter who escaped from a small village in a mountain village and heard rumors of this Eyesmore and said she had come this far on her own.

"Black Demon King, are you still going to play with the Red Witch today?

"... what is play. Besides, the White Sage has been playing hard lately... and it could be a tough fight."

"Hmm... that's a good word. You look so fun."

"Really?

"Take a good look at your face in the mirror."

Terez said that to me in a frightened manner.

She didn't mean to be angry that I was going to another woman called the Red Witch, but she looked a little difficult in the sense that she wouldn't know if the feud extended to the residential area of Ishmore.

Yes, when I and the Red Witch fought for decades, I heard about our feud and the White Sage appeared every now and then.

Apparently he tried to break into this Eyesmore at first, but I didn't allow it.

For that reason, it seems this man went to see the Red Witch. So, you think this is the first time you know your magic numbers?

Later I told the Red Witch that it was over a million mg the same as us.

And you don't look old, just like us.

White Sage's established new magic “White Magic" says it's magic with the help of the Spirit, but it seems a little incompatible with my space magic.

On the contrary, McIlier's commanding magic seemed to work, and she was sighing at the White Sage's magic by saying "annoying magic".

That said, I thought it was a battle in the realm that only me and the Red Witch could step into, and some people came out with the same level of power as the White Wise. I feel like you're getting a lot more interesting.

The White Sage was flying around us like a white fly, exploring and using his own magic to make us stop fighting, but I also feel it was eventually a triple battle.

I didn't mind the white sage eating a bit.

The power was acknowledged, but it was only natural that my thought, which was called the Black Demon King, rebelled against its saintly innocent and white existence.

"Are you here again, white fly..."

"Can you stop saying that white fly? What fly in the first place... isn't it black?

White Sage chuckles. An angry smile.

The Red Witch is turning away and blowing out.

This is a quiet beach that no one else has created, called the Seashell Cup, my magic fortress.

A space of 100% fantasy, narrow in scope, but created to combat the Red Witch. She's very strong in physical space, but because there was a little weakness in fantasy space.

But the trouble is, White Sage can't break space magic, but once he gets into space, he can't lose whether it's fantasy space or physical space.

He's a white magician who uses "annoying magic" with a lot of tricks.

When me and the White Sage stared at each other in a "fly argument," and we laid out swords and canes to fight each other, the Red Witch started playing with the waves that were coming to the beach out of place.

"That's amazing. This ocean. Something with a proper water feel...... haha, it's cold"

………

"............... Hey"

The Red Witch, who has not been able to read the air completely, picks the red dress, deliberately takes off her shoes and dips her feet in the water of the sea, looking to squeak and have fun. You're acting like a fucking young girl.

"You... what the hell are you doing here? You're here to see me."

"Oh, that's good. I'm at such a quiet seaside because of it. Before we fight and turn it into a sea of fire, it's good to say we played a little bit, right?

"I think I'm good. Much better than fighting."

………

When the White Wise said so in agreement with the Red Witch, he sat on the rock on the beach and watched the Red Witch run along the beach with a calm expression.

What the hell is this?

My Fortress of Magic is not a hoard.

"Hey, what the hell are you guys doing here?"

No one answers that when I ask.

While sleeping over the past few days, I spared no effort to be realistic, and it was my vendetta that created every part of the beach.

Eventually, at this time, I had no choice but to sit down on the beach and watch the Red Witch find shellfish and crabs and blur out how she was picking them up.

"Look, torque. Peachy shellfish... and crabs."

"... right"

"Crab... looks delicious..."

"You can't eat here."

Though I was honestly surprised that the Red Witch would treat the little crabs in this space as hot food.

But I can also say it sounds like her.

"You create so much detail. You went to see the ocean?

"... oh"

"What. I created it because of you, so I hope you enjoy it."

"A child? Even you, over a hundred old..."

Yes, Gatsun.

You figured out what you were trying to say, the Red Witch punched me with her fist. She is a violent woman.

I'm sure none of my wives would have been able to beat me up at this time.

White Sage smiles annoyingly at me and looks at me.

"You don't think it's the Black Demon King's word that you're surrounding a woman..."

"Shut up, white fly shut up"

I told him to throw up, stroking the beaten part.

The Red Witch rushes to the waves of the sea.

I'm exploring the beach, holding down my hat. Now he seemed to find an elongated large shellfish, which he was going to show the white sage.

"If you drill a hole in that shell, over the thin part, it will be a whistle."

"... really? That's good..."

"The children on the beach often make holes and play"

They were having such a conversation.

The occasional laughter of the Red Witch.

White Sage gives her all kinds of advice.

I looked at it blurry, and even though we were arguing, once we stopped fighting like this, we felt very uncomfortable talking normally.

In short, we don't each have a hate heart. There's no point in this fight.

I don't have anything to say, so it's easy to switch.

But what can be said about the serenity of these days, it comes to my mind that from now on, it was more and more a dream.

Dream of a fantasy space......

The more we fought, the more we said we knew each other and went, but the currents of the world wanted to make sense of our battle, and gave it the name of an exaggerated era: the period of the Magic Wars, etc.

After that, for decades we will continue the battle of the three of us. That period is the period of the Magic Wars.

The more battles we begin with play, the more sophisticated our magic goes, remaining in some way in the world and influencing it.

Sometimes he blew up mountains, sometimes causing damage to people's villages, and notoriety spread to the world with various tails.

If I had missed something, it would have been horrible to spread my name around the world.

The locals treated our existence as something of a "natural disaster", but those who had never seen us were more fearful of being called the Demon King.

I guess the northern powers have long thought my presence was in the way.

The big country that was at war was interrupting the invasion because I was wielding power.

Soon, I or the Red Witch will be told as the Great Demon King who terrorizes the world.

Twitching, they were creating a flow all over the world that said they had to crusade us.

But surely, our battle was escalating, and there were places I just enjoyed.

Being able to give each other the power they have at all costs.

Because there were two of them.

The White Sage had great expectations.

As a being that defeats me and the Red Witch and puts an end to the battle between demon kings.

He alone, unlike us, had trust as a master who spread white magic in the world, and many worshipped him.

But the White Sage couldn't stop us.

The limit of white magic is that you never lose, but you never win.

When the three of us started fighting and were about to go through nearly a hundred years, the White Wise Man temporarily stopped showing up before me and the Red Witch.

We didn't care much, but at this time, I can tell you that our fate was already on the way to acceleration and fall.

The White Sage has finally found it.

Being from different worlds, with the power and destiny to defeat the Demon King.

It's going to change everything about us, change the course of the world, some kind of fate.

For us, enemies by the name of "brave men”.

It is ironic for us to have clear memories, even if we do not want to recall, of the twenty years that have passed since everything accelerated and condensed.