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

Why, I remember feeling worse than fear of death.

So much voidness and despair that there is no more.

You're going to die such a miserable way, I...

Tingly around, there are traces of an attempt to build a magical fortress, which leaves something like the dust of distortion in its space.

"... Helena..."

What the hell am I supposed to say I missed?

What did she...

No, I didn't know anything. I didn't know anything about her, nor was it the wind that cared that she didn't have a memory of herself.

That's why I never touched you there.

Helena... no, that girl I loved... who are you really going to say she was.

"... Torque... Torque... Huh!!

Call me, I heard a high voice.

The distant consciousness is slightly tempered back by that voice.

"What's wrong with you!! Ah... I can't believe this is happening to you!!

"... Red Witch..."

Long time no see, red-haired witch.

Look at me, I'm so blue with no more, I'm crying in my eyes.

"Ha... it's been a while... But not anymore. I'm... dying."

"... why... eh. You tell him you lost to the brave!!

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In fact, I didn't fight a brave man.

I haven't even been able to cross swords.

But to say that I lost to him was a sure fact. The fact that Helena left with the brave is more than anything a testament to that.

"Helena stabbed me..."

"... eh...?

The Red Witch was surprised. And he looked so sad, holding my upper body down to the ground with a wound, watching the wound.

"No... healing magic doesn't work..."

"... how could you..."

…………

I don't know.

Um, there seems to be some kind of secret in Helena's dagger, but there's no way to be sure of that.

"I don't like it!! If I die to you, I... I'm really not gonna be alone...... Huh!! In a world like this, I was the only one with this power..."

The Red Witch complained sobbing as she stuffed her words.

We were born with much higher power than anyone else in this world, and therefore we were alone.

Only those who possess the same power can truly understand themselves.

Only those of the same quality.

The White Sage is dead, too, and if she dies to me, she will be the only one left in this world with heretical powers.

How much fear would it have been?

"Sorry......"

I just wanted to apologize.

The long, unresolved battle between the three of us is apparently your win, Red Witch.

Oh...... the end of our time is approaching.

Magic flourishing, chaotic times...... still balanced times.

They break apart brittle.

At the time of death, I was still concerned about Helena.

I wonder how she will live from now on.

"... Helena... how..."

"... torque..."

"McIlier...... sorry. I was torn by a brave man... eh. Until Helena... betray me..."

………

Sadly, I did lose to the brave.

They take what's most important, and they give you no more despair.

Still can't resent Helena. That's the most pitiful thing.

I still love her and I'm sure she loves me too.

The Red Witch embraced me with her trembling hands, breathless.

She understood my despair and took it all by herself.

"It's alright. Your loved... not Helena. I'm sure I didn't betray you... I'll get her back from the brave. I'll help you......"

"............ maquillier......"

How much I was saved by that word.

of a cold snowfield, just a dot on white. Just me and the Red Witch, quiet dawn.

Time when the dark sky, the luminous brightness of the morning sun, began to gradually see.

The clear air was really clear.

"Oh...... please, McIlier"

And I wept and asked her.

I asked for it.

I never really noticed a slight facial change at that moment. Her, without even knowing what tears mean.

What a cruel wish you have pushed.

And I was out of breath on a bright white snowfield in my country.

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of the dark spiritual world, memories in the mirror.

I was peeking at it.

I say it's my memory, but it's like I saw it in one movie, from someone else's point of view.

I was crying.

Why would you do that?

I'm too stupid.

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The name that came out of his mouth was not Helena or Brave, but Machirier the Red Witch.

In this recap, who was the dumbest, who was the dumbest, and who was the most pathetic?

After a long time and now that my love for Helena is fading, after seeing this memory objectively, my first thought was to say how cruel I have come to Machirie.

………

Recap in the mirror seemed not yet finished.

But that's crazy.

I'm already dead, so I'm not supposed to know where I'm going from here.

McIlier was holding the body of the Temporary Black Demon King, but let him descend into the earth at all costs and sleep.

And when I wrapped my hand around the Black Demon King's cheek, I mouthed softly with my trembling lips.

"Goodbye... Goodbye... Eh, Torque..."

Stand up in a fluttering foothold and look up into the sky.

Tears transmitted to cheeks, whiteness of exhaled breath, sad voice. All of them belong to the Red Witch, and her, who I thought was much stronger and stronger, is also about to collapse.

She was crying out loud. On the quiet snow, just, alone.

It's not a hoarding thing.

I saw it through the mirror, too, and there was something coming up.

McIlier sobs and picks up the black sword that was falling on the side of the Black Demon King.

Yes, it is "the authority of the space-time king”.

"............ maquillier......"

She held the Blackdemon King's sword.

It's impossible, and if anyone but me touches it, the flesh will be shredded.

McIlier also had his hands bright red. From the grip, the skin is scraped, the blood is shed, and this sword is at risk.

'Fine... I'll give you as much blood as I want... But please... give me the power to take him down... oh, torque... eh!!

That's what she said, and once she closed her eyes, she opened them again.

Those eyes don't belong to the ever free-running Red Witch, but something strong and sad with no color flavor, still no starch.

"No..."

I put it in the mirror.

I look at the Black Demon King's body once, and I don't look back anymore. I go down Snow Mountain, screaming at her figure.

"No... McIlier... Huh!!

What a sad thing to see her. Just a look that froze all my heart to make good on my promise.

With my sword, behind her bright red hands, I see a tremendous stream of magic.

Exactly the Demon King.

I made her the biggest sinner in the world.

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I knelt on the spot, murmured her name and regretted everything.

And I remember.

I used to talk to Ulysses.

Who would never betray you?

Ulysses ran out of words about my relationship with Machia.

I'm sure Ulysses said it somehow, but now, I know exactly what that word means.

He was, and always was, a Red Witch.

"... I'm sorry... Eh, Machia..."

I'm an idiot. Big fool. Too much, I'm gonna regret it.

Now her various words, her various attitudes, begin to lead to one conclusion.

The Red Witch loved the Black Demon King.

But because of his strange beliefs, the Black Demon King kept him from realizing it. The strong ones don't need salvation.

Because of that, over and over again, she hurt the Red Witch, and in so doing she gave up the Black Demon King.

Still, I wanted to be on the side of the Black Demon King, so I showed him a bare gesture like a friend I understood, and hid my heart on a flinch.

Naturally.

The Red Witch had enough motivation and time to just give up the Black Demon King.

".................. makia............ eh"

In the dark world of spiritual space, I lay low on the earth and was caught with all my regrets.

And when I was thinking about the Red Witch and I was experiencing chest pain that could be tightened, I noticed something glittering and bright red coming under my feet.

"Is this... blood...?

The moment I realized it, the dark world changed color at once, and I was attacked by a feeling of inversion.

Bright red, wrapped in warm light.

"... - Le..., Tor!!

Somewhere, there's a voice calling for me.

It's a familiar voice. And now I hear a voice that's about to cry.

"Thor, wake up!!

Ha, the feeling of getting to the ground, brought back to the real world at once. I feel the weight of my flesh and stirrups.

Totally different from a fluffy and ambiguous spiritual world.

Machia was right in front of me, staring down at me.

"Mr. Thor... Oh, good, you're awake"

"Miss Machia's magic is amazing."

I hear Ulysses and Sir Barrondot say that orally.

"You said you were magically swallowed up trying to unbrainwash Prince Alfredo? Haha, you've been doing all this lately."

"Maki poured blood on you. You did something pretty lame."

"But look, you've succeeded, haven't you? You have to thank me, Thor."

I still have a hateful grin and Machia says that. I don't know the situation well.

But when I saw her smile, I couldn't help but cry.

Always is.

Machia won't betray me. Absolutely, I try to help.

Try to save it.

He's been on my side for so long.

But I never try to come in from a certain line. I don't want to be rewarded.

I let that happen.

"………………"

I got up and hugged Machia.

I've never held her like this before.

But now, I couldn't help it.

"Huh..., what? What's the matter, Tor..."

"Machia... Eh, sorry Machia... eh"

………

Machia was surprised.

Naturally, I embraced her so hard I cried.

Both Ulysses and Sir Barrondot are pokans without being able to say anything.

"............... what's wrong Tor...? What, did you see me so scared? Yes, yes, okay... No pity at all."

Machia stroked my back with a pomp as she laughed.

But no matter what they say, I never let her go.

Machia, you seem to have given up on "me" a long time ago, but when I repeatedly reincarnated, I realized what the Red Witch thought back then.

Even if you can't forget everything in your memory, is there anything you can do to get over it and start here?

Will you give me that chance?

I can't think of a brave man or Helena for remembering so many long and bitter memories.

The only thing that happened at this time was my still shapeless thoughts about Machia.

It was just an unspoken, "from now on" wish.