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

This was also one bet.

To stir the relationship between Machia and me into a squeaky, undisturbed, flat relationship that never moves forward.

Otherwise we can't move forward.

Because long memories and complex causes, thoughts that have reached an agreement on futility, sometimes make me want stability.

"Did the Red Witch love the Black Demon King...?

The question is surely one that Machia does not want.

Makia thinks her relationship with me now is the best. I know that.

But that's if I don't think about the Red Witch or Machia.

Just like 2,000 years ago, if I can't position her at the top of what's important.

But not now.

Our relationship, after that dead end, was reborn to Mayday, one by one, but it was changing.

Nothing is positioned at the apex of what is most important to me right now but Machia.

Is that because Machia is my lord?

No, I'm sure you're not.

Because even if you don't have a definitive answer to why I can say Machia is the most important thing, there's just a hunch.

It won't be long before we can put it into certain words.

"... makia...?

Machia doesn't answer my questions.

Without answering, he wraps himself in a cot futon and circles himself still.

"You can't pretend you slept. I'm serious..."

"Answer me and say it means something."

Machia's, some pointy response came back.

"It's too late now. Now... what are you going to do to make sure of that? Why......"

Machia slowly rises up and stares into the slightly oblique void with some blurred eyes.

A distant, long time ago.

"Why... now I'm asking you that. You realize... eh. What do you think I've been hiding all this time?"

"............ makia"

"Finally... finally, we settled into a place where we could be together. As always, if you hadn't noticed anything... I would have stayed here the whole time..."

………

"But if you ask me that, there's nothing I can do..."

Machia shook her mouth and wept.

I wonder how complicated you put your thoughts into that.

"Yeah, that's right.... The Red Witch loved the Black Demon King. But I also knew that the Black Demon King would never love me. But... the Red Witch..." I ”tried just a little harder. If you don't love me, at least think I would be the one the Black Demon King wanted, reciprocal...... I want the Black Demon King to like me at all... to look at me at all... and" you ”to come to me again..."

………

I remember visiting the Red Witch's house only once.

But that was definitely just once.

But for her, how important that once meant. I don't know anything.

Machia broke her knee and held her in her arms, crying quietly.

Sure, she's been in tears here lately, but tears are a little different now. This belongs to the Red Witch, not to Machia.

"But... when Helena showed up, I realized. My thoughts for a hundred years were that she was only with the Black Demon King for a year or two. More and more... The Black Demon King doesn't care about me anymore... If you think so, already..."

Machia looked up, bent over, and looked at the ceiling.

"There was nothing I could do but give up..."

Exhale long enough to calm your mind.

I was just holding my fist and listening quietly.

"But this is the feeling of the Red Witch... Thoughts that disappear 2,000 years ago. I know you can't help it. That's what you say... But don't think of the Red Witch as pathetic or pathetic."

"... you talk like someone else."

"Others."

That's what Machia said.

Look at me on the side, and I'll be right off.

"Because you're someone else, you shouldn't care.... I really shouldn't have noticed..."

"... why"

"'Cause...' cause if I realized, you'd definitely, you know, try to come to a conclusion, right? I still am. You asked me that because you wanted to come to a conclusion, didn't you? You're going to apologize to me... I'm not kidding!!

"... why shouldn't we come to a conclusion"

"Because if you conclude, you can't stay the way you've always been......!! You're gonna walk away from me one by one. It gets awkward, it gets heavy... eh. I don't like that... I don't like that..."

Machia wore the futon again so that she could hide the tears that came in woolly, as she could no longer stand.

Round, shaking your whole body, I'm sure you really want to raise your voice and cry, but as if you're putting up with it.

"... I won't leave you. Why..."

I tried to ask him why he would lean towards you.

But I can think of it.

No matter how hard the Red Witch tried, no matter how much she thought, the Black Demon King would never love her.

Even then, I am entrusted with my last wish to save Helena, whom the Black Demon King loves.

You can't possibly come to the idea that you'll be loved after all this.

Machia is afraid that I will leave because I realize what the Red Witch thinks.

I think that's my “conclusion”.

"Please Thor...... eh. I don't want to draw any conclusions about the Red Witch's feelings... So just keep it that way. Until now... stay with the easy-going" Machia ”and“ Tor ”. I've... given up on you a long time ago. So don't feel anything.... I will never like you..."

…………

The last word, as hard as it was to hear, was filled with sad determination.

She's telling me to stay with her because she'll never like me.

You think that's inconsistent?

No, that's not true. If it's about the Red Witch and the Black Demon King, I have to say so.

The Black Demon King is... a truly sinful man.

Pushing the Red Witch this far, and still tying her up.

"Machia...... please don't cry"

I peeked slightly from the futon, touched her hair and stroked her head.

But it popped right up. It's pissed off by her hand.

"Stop, don't touch me."

………

Quite tough.

"... Machia, show me your face. I have something to tell you..."

"Oh no, I don't want to hear it!!

"Listen to me, Machia!!

As I thought, I took away the futon Machia was wearing.

Makia was naturally surprised, but she is just a weak girl, no matter what she thinks, keeping herself down, blocking her ears with her hands, and genuinely fearing what I'm about to say.

I have always assumed such a weak woman that she needs no salvation because she is strong...

"Machia... listen to me. What I think is the most important thing right now... you know?

…………

Machia was still blocking her ears, so I wanted her to take that hand and listen to what she had to say from here.

Not in the middle of nowhere.

As much as I'm going to remind you, if you don't make it clear, she won't get through.

Machia had wet eyes and was looking at me somewhere terrified.

"You're the one I think about most right now. In me, you're the one at the top of what's important right now... Machia. I remember the past vividly. Indeed, I also strongly recalled my feelings for Helena and my hatred for the brave. But I think what you were thinking eventually.... I'm talking about McIlier.... It's about you, Machia. I couldn't think of anything but you. Why... why am I... eh"

I grabbed Machia's arm and put it on my forehead.

I recall.

A number of McIlier's actions. Somewhere lonely eyes, which were behind sarcastic expressions and words. Fear of solitude.

Last tears.

"Why couldn't I... see McIlier more... eh?"

I guess I couldn't love you.

I guess I couldn't take care of it.

You were so healthy, you looked at me to the end.

What a funny thing to do about the Black Demon King who saved a weak person and kept the poor woman at his side. What a big mistake.

I myself, just one woman, spent the rest of my life hurting her.

Machia sees how I am, gets up somewhere spicy, wraps gently with the other hand, from the top of the hand I lay on her forehead.

"... Tor... I knew if you knew what the Red Witch was thinking, you'd regret it that way. That's why I... never wanted to be noticed. You don't have to suffer so much... It's all bad, Red Witch. The Red Witch I didn't love, I'm sorry..."

Bad red witch who wasn't loved.

When I heard that word from Machia's mouth, I couldn't wait to get a chest ache.

She doesn't want to be loved by me anymore, who was the Black Demon King.

But once, I would never deny that I loved the Black Demon King.

This is still how you try to save me from past regrets.

"... makia... eh"

Unexpectedly hugs her.

Strengthen your hands and wrap your back around them.

I don't know what to do, Macia.

How can I now ask for a love that has made me give up your 100 years of love over a hundred years?

"Machia... I'm sure you won't believe me, but I have a hunch. I'm gonna love Machia."

"... what the hell is that? You're so good at it, you say you have to love the poor kid, you're pathetic..."

"I'm sure that's what you said. Now... I can't help it if you think so. But you don't have a choice. I can't help it... I have a feeling."

…………

Makia was crying with her face buried on my shoulder, frowning and regretting it.

Even if you say that now, you don't know what to do.

"Whatever you say, I'm not leaving you. Even if you can't believe my thoughts, I'm going all the way to you. So I can't believe you're never gonna like me... don't tell me."

"... Tor... but... me too... eh"

"I know. As simple as that............. I can't tell you how it took me a hundred years to give up and do what I didn't have. So you can stay put...... Me, this time for a hundred years, but I want you..."

………

Take a hundred years, but let Machia see me again.

I'll just watch Machia the whole time.

I'm sure we have plenty of time available again.

She doesn't have to look at me right away. You don't have to love me again.

It's just that I've always been determined to stay on Machia's side.

I'm sure Machia would assume that I would do something like that out of penance.

But enough to override that thought and say I can't catch up, I'll ask for her.

Full of spirits, he would be the knight of Machia.

That is the path that I want to take this time in my life, chosen not by the Black Demon King but by “Thor”.

If the Black Demon King put his life into it for so many “weak people," I'll just devote my life to one woman.

Once upon a time, the Red Witch ended her life for just one stupid man.

"Machia... this is not my regret or penance. I just want to, so I just do. You have no right to stop it."

"........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... You can't do that..."

Machia was very blue.

He shakes his head in small pieces, pulls the hand I hold, and tries to get away from me.

But I pull her hand hard and keep my arm around my hips.

………

………

Align your gaze in close proximity and never deviate.

That goes for Machia, too. You can't get out of my sight.

But I'm not gonna wait a hundred years for you.

He layered his own lips on her lips, still ridden by a red Rouge, and mouthed her to fall deep, holding her in his arms that strengthens him.

I will destroy with my own hands the relationship Machia wanted, wrapped in stability and kindness, but nothing further.

Mouth it so deeply that you never allow it to return to its standing position.

This cliché is a trigger.

Just the beginning.

It's only a milestone, necessary for long, long memories.

But without milestones, we would leave ourselves to the course of time, to be trapped in the causes of the past and to live.

So we should acknowledge the past as the past and think about what lies ahead.

Machia......... you won't recognize me yet.

You may despise me.

Still, there's no lie in the word that I ask only of you.

It's a hunch.

I love you, and you, one day, will look at me again.

And while we are equal, we live together for a long time.