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

About 2,000 years ago.

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

Torque: 200 to

There's no reason why the White Sage wanted to stop us.

Our powers are so powerful that we can't contain our desire to try each magic that evolves and goes.

The battle, which I initially started out hoping would be a deterrent to wars in various countries, was now, after a hundred years, sometimes devastating.

Still, we couldn't stop fighting because, after all, there was a desire to say that we wanted to fight the exorcism extremely hard.

Therefore, it would be impossible to be called the Demon King.

Years after the White Sage stopped showing up before us, the name of "Brave Man” began to be rumored in the world.

"... brave man?

"That's right. He's a legendary brave man from different worlds, raised with salt by the White Sage to crusade the Demon King."

In the back of a mountain on a northern continent, a magical fortress of 50% physics and 50% fantasy, "Ice Labyrinth," was built, inside it.

As the Red Witch arrived at me and fought crossing my sword with the Ibarra blade of her blood, she brought up the tale of the brave at her leisure.

The Red Witch heard such rumors from the sacrificial daughters sent to her by the Kingdom of the West.

To one of my daughters who thought the Red Witch would kill her, she said, "How brave of you to defeat me right away!!" You think I was told? "

"... what to do, torque"

………

The Red Witch asks me because she is protected by an auto by a blood Ibarra, as if she doesn't make me think she's in the middle of a battle.

I'm not concentrating at all on the fight, looking in some other direction and thinking of something.

I let go of all the ice swords in the Fortress from all directions to the Red Witch.

"Gee."

The Red Witch was surprised by the sudden onslaught.

She comes out as if to crawl out of the cold smoke that they were releasing towards her and crushing into shatters of ice. It seemed like a direct hit.

I stick a sword in her nose like that.

"That's warm. You, a brave man like that, will kill you right away."

………

The Red Witch turned to "Hum" and sprinkled it in the spot where the earlier fierce attack had occurred with sloppy blood flowing from her arms.

Then my Magic Fortress starts to sound rattled and collapse.

……

The Red Witch was grinning niggardly.

My own attack created a brittle part of space. Was the Red Witch after it?

Once part of it is broken, it is the shortcoming of the Magic Fortress, which has a large physical element, from which it collapses.

"I'm not going to get killed. I'm not looking forward to seeing how far the young man can go. Wouldn't you expect a little from a child raised by the White Sage?

"... aren't you overestimating the White Sage?

"Because I've never beaten him. Spirit magic is a pain in the ass. I can't get my orders. Contracts that are much stronger than orders come forward first."

The Red Witch said so while trimming her triangular hat on a broken, nothing snowy mountain in the Fortress of Magic.

The magic of the Red Witch seems to be basically very good and lacking in gaps, but a little vulnerable to white magic. Her orders cannot come before the covenant between the White Mage and the Spirits. Only then is the covenant between the White Mage and the Spirit absolute, a robust one with something like the rules of the world on its side, called the laws of nature.

Therefore, she cannot command the Spirit summoned by the White Mage.

The Red Witch said she was looking forward to it, but I had something to worry about.

It's a pleasure to be able to fight a strong man, but I feel that the movement of the world is headed toward the less good and the less good.

The brave man was a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

I'm sure he thought he was like a chunk of idealism, not trying to believe in the dirty parts of the world young, but the idea is crushed at first sight of him.

………

What pale eyes.

I have such a quiet and intense presence in our three great demon kings who have lived long enough to never take a pull.

It was so special, it seemed just like us and totally different.

The brave man appeared before me and the Red Witch more than once, but with careful and sober judgment and action that he would pull up before he settled, I feel like he was preparing himself below for a twitch and a demon king crusade.

The brave Kaya, whose name instantly spread all over the world, gathered his companions and attacked the demonic subdivisions that were based around the world at the time, receiving human praise.

The Red Witch McIlier didn't care what the brave man did and in a way looked forward to seeing when he would come to kill him, but in my case, he didn't.

He was a human hope. And he was the enemy of the demon clan.

The presence of the brave turns the demon race into evil again, and the movement of the demon crusade is revitalized more and more.

I tried many times to stop a line of brave men who were traveling all over the world and were getting everything they needed to make sure we were stuck.

I hit him many times trying to kill Kaya the brave man, but he didn't die.

Sometimes it was because the white sage guarded him on the side, but more than that, the brave man didn't really feel like "dying”.

His eyes are ruthlessly colored to speak of the brave, and the golden sword he originally had to say "the patronage of the goddess" was nothing but a testament to the brave.

I once crossed a sword with a brave man, and I asked him.

Why are you trying to kill us?

For the people, for the peace of the world, for the prestige of the country, for their own glory...

I was wondering what it meant to you.

But here's what I said back.

"Just to kill you, that's all."

The emotions perceived from the words do not belong to the youths at the age of twenty or there, and while some cause seeps through, there is no mumbling abomination that is normally felt.

It's just a pale answer, saying that it is, that it is what the words say.

The blade judgment using white magic to say he was trained by the White Sage is brilliant. But it was also the wind trying to hide areas with no gaps like skill. There I was, questioning and uncomfortable.

But now I know.

To say that the brave man's pale answer was really just right.

For him, wasn't the positioning of the brave enough to say he was in just the right position to kill us?

Why the hell didn't the White Sage feel uncomfortable with him?

Were you convinced of the legend of the world that what comes from different worlds saves the world, and certain rules of the world?

That he is definitely the Messiah.

The brave ones were twitching to catch us.

It's more than an ostensibly brave business, set up a bunch of tricks behind it. Soon, we were put on the pace of the brave. I was catching my leg on the trick.

One of those tricks was in my last wife, Helena.

In the midst of the battle between the brave and the demon king, she was supposed to be a princess given away by a small country as a gift to the Black Demon King.

But the truth is, it was completely different.

Helena was a substitute.

A beautiful daughter, similar in age to a princess.

I don't want to give the princess to me. It looks like the king of that country switched with his daughter just before.

But it's a funny story. I didn't want a princess like that, but I feared her on my own, said I would give her away on my own, and I hated her on my own.

Helena was a strange woman.

She had no memory when she came to me.