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

Gifted by a small country on the northern continent, that daughter looked like she really didn't know what she was thinking, not the wind that was bringing her before me, not the wind that was afraid of me or pitying herself.

Just looking around, roaring "hmm".

"... hey"

I looked down at her from the top of the throne and frowned at her unusual reaction.

"Hey... wait a minute. I'm just trying to figure out what the hell's going on here. Oh, but can I ask you one thing?

"... what?"

"You...... who?

Really, you sincerely think so, sparkling cloudless round candy eyes, and she said so.

She was a beautiful daughter with beautiful thin blonde hair and soft eyes, but her attitude was somewhat uncomfortable.

"... what?

I was also frustrated with the boulder, and the squire around me freshly made a scene with Zawazawa, "You're being disrespectful!!," he said orally.

Is my daughter unfamiliar with wearing it, picking that white dress and roaring "hmm,"

"I mean, who the hell am I?

As for this one, I said something that really made my eyes lit and I couldn't even say a word.

Apparently, it didn't take me long to realize that my daughter was not a princess, but I wasn't willing to blame the little country for that anymore.

It's not like I wanted a princess from that country. In the first place, I have no preference or interest in a princess raised as a flower, a butterfly without any particular problems.

But it was harder to tell a substitute daughter who had lost her memory and had no idea about herself not to be interested, and she had a different mysterious beauty, and I decided to leave her in Ishmore.

My daughter, as she was taught, called me "The Black Demon King” and wanted to follow me on her side.

Perhaps it was the wind that seemed to take care of me the most, only to the extent, but in strange lands, surrounded by strangers and thoughtful thoughts, I sometimes thought it was cute how she relied on me to always follow her.

"... Black Demon King, I, I can't remember my name after all..."

………

"Do you mean amnesia... I don't remember anything before I was brought here."

"... Hmm"

As I got involved with her, I noticed that she didn't know anything about the situation in this world, about this country called Ishmore, about the three great demon kings, or any other hot topics in the alley.

The only thing that makes sense is that she knew very little about herself.

"Then I'll give you a name... No, wait, some witches are better at making names for themselves, but what do we do..."

I thought of the Red Witch, but can he remind me of the name of someone who forgot her name once again?

But a name witch is a name witch. I wonder if we can only give a name to the new state of birth of a name.

Can we give names to those who originally have other names to override...

"It's okay that you didn't have to do anything big to give me a name. I want you to name me the Black Demon King."

My daughter grinned and looked at me.

Some mediocre rustic attitude, with pale tinted eyes, pale tinted blonde hair, in its soft atmosphere.

She was different from the women I knew.

I honestly still don't know what that was, but anything that says air unlike anything else about her is really hard to put into words.

"Then you're Helena.... So what do you say?"

"... Helena..."

Repeating the name, she nodded happily and again, "That's good! I said."

She's a bright, honest daughter.

Sometimes Helena said she had no idea who she was, and in many ways she was a dangerous daughter.

Such a daughter who goes to get herself caught up in all sorts of dangerous things if she's not on constant watch.

He doesn't seem to have the feeling that I'm the Black Demon King to be feared in the world either, and he wants to report every single thing to me and take me somewhere.

Until now, my wives have had little fear of me, and they have never imitated me too much in obstruction of official duties.

But when I come with this Helena, she apparently treats me like I'm a reciprocal person.

No fear, no special respect.

I only know people like that enough to count.

Dach, who died a long time ago, and enemies who said white wise men and brave men.

And the Red Witch, who drew on each other's power for a long time.

I can tell you that Red Witch and Helena are completely different, even if they aren't equally afraid of me.

One is a vivid woman who gives her name, the other is a pastel girl who doesn't even know her name.

I was more and more disturbed and attracted to Helena, who was bright and beautiful because she lost her memory and was offered instead.

I lived 200 years and knew everything, and I was surprised by the little things that she didn't know.

He died about a hundred years ago, remembering what Sieve, his first real wife, said to me.

I think I can only truly love people of the same quality.

"Hmmm...... did you marry your wife again? You've grown old lately."

Face to face with the Red Witch I've been ambushing for a long time, I told her about Helena.

"What kid?

"... an unusual daughter. I don't remember myself, I don't even know my name."

"Oh, my God, she's like a beautiful girl."

"Not really. She doesn't seem to consider herself unhappy. And... don't be afraid or respectful of me."

………

"Anyway, she's a strange girl with an unusual air."

"... you"

The Red Witch had very surprising eyes at this time. I don't know what was so surprising, but she wouldn't have had to look like that if she'd seen my wife so many times before.

And I frowned suspiciously somewhere and said:

"Give me a loose look, it's a pleasant one. Even if I can't be here all the time, there's nothing boring about it. This is the brave man. He was holding me back."

"... Was I? No, I cared you weren't coming."

………

Did the Red Witch get in a bad mood somewhere, silently took out the knife and cut off her own palm.

Though I have seen the condition many times, it is a bit of a concern.

"Come on, let's fight because it's good enough. We don't always die for each other."

"... what do you mean?"

"Brave man. He's been getting really strong lately.... Me, I meant to play at first, but now I don't think I can easily defeat those guys... At the same time, it means we may be defeated one day."

………

That's what I cared about, too.

At first, I thought it was something I didn't have enough to take, but lately I've been wondering if this one would give him a light sleeping neck.

"Nothing... I don't care what kind of woman you have as your wife now, but if you don't keep your head tight, we're in trouble."

The Red Witch paid for her hair. Then she pulled one out and twirled it around her index finger, mouthing it.

While I don't think I'm doing much to look at it, I'll build a magic fortress, too.

"Sweet!! You will be destroyed by my magic before you build the Fortress of Magic!!

The Red Witch pointed her index finger at me, which was putting her hair on, and she stuck it in my face.

Then a bright red Shizukuishi was dropped from his fingers, and it stretched out like a thread of clouds.

A slight time-lag occurs in the Fortress of Magic to build, but through the gap, the Red Witch implanted something like an infinitely small, thin virus of blood into the manipulation of space.

With that said, she was mouthing her hair on her wrapped fingers.

That's to say I added my saliva to the medium element. It is her magic that makes the amount of information powerful. The magic of flesh like a treasure trove of information called the Red Witch, using its hair and saliva as a medium, can't be said to be a big deal, and the Fortress of Magic rotted and collapsed from where it was built.

Until now, it was often said that she would break part of it and escape, but for the first time in the process of constructing it in this way, it was out of hand.

"... wow"

"Huh. I haven't lived in 200 years."

She seemed somewhere satisfied just to be able to show off that new magic.

But the Red Witch virus affects not only the Demonic Fortress, but the real world as well, and begins to wither the trees of the forest.

"... ah"

"Whoa, what are you gonna do? Even the woods of my country..."

The Red Witch was in a hurry, but if this happens, it's a later festival.

I or she can only destroy it. I'm sure if there was a white sage on this occasion, he could have done something about it.

"Yikes, Black Demon King!!

That's when I heard screams from somewhere.

Because it sounded familiar and I couldn't help but care less, my body reacted and hurried towards you.

Then again, Helena was about to be caught in the corrosion of the forest, calling my name on the edge of the forest path.

"Black Demon King, Black Demon King -!

"Helena!!

Helena can hold the basket and help me where I couldn't move.

Erosion of red and black rot ended up swallowing one of the woods.

"Why did you come here? If the Red Witch and I are in battle, no one will come near us!!

"Because... because the Black Demon King, he left me. … and I thought you might be hungry."

"... you"

Helena brought a basket full of baked sweets.

You thought I was doing a picnic.

"Oh, is that the Red Witch? Rumor has it, he's so beautiful..."

…………

"Baba, though."

When I was allowed to say this much because I've known her for a long time, my mouth slipped unexpectedly, but the Red Witch just said "sort of" without ever going into it. This reaction is unexpected and a little surprising.

"Well...... Oh, he's hurt his hand, isn't he?

When Helena approached the Red Witch and tried to touch her hand, me and the Red Witch held their mouths together and shouted.

"No!!

"No!!

The boulder shouted at us both, and Helena raised her shoulder and wondered what it was, but I took her hand and pulled her towards me, holding her shoulder.

"No, Helena. Me or the Red Witch, I'm not like you... The blood of the Red Witch is powerful enough to change the forest like that. I can't believe you're brittle... in no time..."

"The Black Demon King? And yet... the Black Demon King. He's hurt..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

The Red Witch whispered softly, saying so.

And I'm staring at my own bloody hands.

Even though it was the usual situation, somewhere the Red Witch's eyes had sunken colors.

"I... I'm leaving now"

……

The Red Witch wore a triangle hat so deep that she turned away from us and said so.

"Are you leaving already? I've been here a long time... you just have to stop by the castle"

"That's good. Nothing. Sounds disturbing and... something that shouldn't hurt me, your loved ones"

"... makirier"

Calling her name, the Red Witch reacts with Pickle and turns slowly this way.

It's as if I've heard my name for a long time.

At that time, she seemed a lot loner than any look she'd ever seen from the gap in the triangle hat.

I didn't see it well in the shadow of my hat, but my blue-green eyes, for a moment, felt dull and brilliant.

"Hey, McIlier.......... If you want to play again... I hope you come to Ismore...... Be your opponent at any time."

That's why I said it.

As always, he told me to fight again and again.

But McIlier, after staring at me and Helena for a little while, tried to swallow up what was going on.

"No more... I'm not coming"

……

I've heard that word before.

Certainly a long time ago, in that snowfield where I first met her.

The Red Witch came to see me, and she told me to go home strong, and she said, "Never again."

And sure enough, she didn't visit Ishmore long before I asked about the western continent.

Nearly 150 years ago, when I was reminded of it, I didn't think, I was attacked by a twitchy rush.

Since then, me and the Red Witch haven't changed at all.

"... maquilier?

"... hehe, because... getting here is pretty tough. Now the brave will be after us, won't they? He... it's time he tried to kill us."

The Red Witch wore a triangular hat deep and laughed couscous.

"I don't know what's next anymore."

Saying so powerlessly, she had a crying grin, not the usual hateful grin.

I didn't think she was afraid of the presence of a brave man so far.

At this time, I thought McIlier was simply afraid that the presence that was crusading us was giving us twitching power.

I'm sure she was worried that she might be afraid of something like this.

But I didn't have to go into the matter in depth either.

"... right"

I didn't know what to say, so I stayed.

As McIlier said he knew my answer, he lay down his eyes, flipped a bright red dress, and left the spot.

Even then, I never went after her.

Because Helena was on her side.

Helena was anxiously listening to me and the Red Witch.

"What about the Red Witch and the Black Demon King... could we possibly be in love?

"... No way. He..."

The guy............

I wonder what you would say it was.

I wonder what the Red Witch was to me.

Afterwards, the Red Witch certainly did not visit Ishmore, and there was no confirmation of its existence other than the reports of the battle between the brave man and her that she heard in the news of the Devil Nation.

The Red Witch was afraid.

Maybe we don't have another one.

Why did you return the Red Witch then? I feel like I've done the same thing when I first met you.

And I knew what that was.

In the days of the Black Demon King, there was never a Red Witch at the apex of the most important thing in me.

At this time, I truly loved Helena and wished she was on my side.

So, what about the Red Witch?

What the hell did she think and say "I'm not coming anymore" again?

She didn't have a supportive, loving presence like Helena to me.

Was my love for Helena and my daily fullness with her blunting my sense of crisis?

I didn't realize the brave man was standing behind us with his sword raised with everything already in place.

And the White Sage, who had the same great power as us and fought the 100-year-old Wars of Magic, was betrayed and killed by the brave men he raised.