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

I was remembering.

Um, just a white, cold, nothing-snowy world.

That land that humans and demons were told was very inconvenient to live in and could not bear.

That's why I created the Demon Nation in that place.

I thought if I had a place, I could create a country where the demons could live and go.

My space magic tells me I can give the demons a place. He said he could create the ideal home for the demons.

Because he overlapped the devil tribe that everyone hated with himself.

Because I felt sorry for him.

But I don't have a country to go back to. Maybe I just wanted to create a country where people would say I could stay.

I didn't just create it out of pity. It was just for my own good.

"Magic Fortress…" Northernmost Ideal Home (Ismore) "… activated"

I created a great magic formation over the king's capital.

They are the gateways to lead the demons in this king's capital into my space. On the other side of it, I can see the snow world snowflake.

"…… Eyesmore…"

Machia was on his side, and he shrugged.

Two thousand years ago, it did exist, the ideal home of the Demons.

The magic formations are littered with the laws of that country that once bound the demons.

That is the technique that binds the demons to a limited extent.

Once in a country where there really was, once really used law can give magic a clear element and specificity.

Eyesmore is a 100% ambiguous separate space for fantasy, but since the elemental worldview is the most marginal thing for me, I can also do that with all my strength.

"Lock up the Devil Clan without one."

Hands clasped from height, closed tight.

Then the magic team spins around once and opens the door to that country.

The magic formations had created several bands of light, forcing the demons who were on earth to transfer.

Looking down at that fantastic view, I breathe next door and turn to Machia, who has nothing to say.

"Machia...... you wanna go too?

………

Or don't you want to go?

For you, to that country with only unpleasant memories.

"... I'm coming. Again, I want to go..."

But Machia said so without a shudder.

I give her my hand.

Machia, too, took my hand as she tightened her mind somewhere.

Demons.

It's very different from what the Demons looked like when I was king of Ishmore, and I've always looked ugly and horrible, but I'm a Demon.

It leaves a little bit of that scale somewhere.

It can be a corner or a foot shape.

But they're all wearing devices around their necks, brown scalloped skin, and they're running their eyes bloody.

This is inside my magic fortress.

Countless demons trapped in a world of snow roam around there.

How long will it be? I had no idea there were so many demons lurking in the Wang capital, but I'm sure they would have led us to this space without leaking it. There is no way to escape this bondage as long as history proves the fringe between Ishmore and the Devil Nation.

A demon clan on the snowfield jumped at me.

He pointed his sharp fingernails at me and judged me an enemy.

But stop that attack in the last minute.

"...... yes. You can't raise your hand against me. Because that's what the laws of this country provide for.“ The Demons cannot harm the Black Demon King. "It was ordained a long time ago... it should have been your law!!

"........................................................."

The demons groaned painfully and knelt on the spot.

We also see how many demons were there. He seems upset somewhere.

They said that there was no reason for them anymore, and they had become beasts who wanted only human blood and flesh without thinking for themselves... I heard that it had been improved, but not in this space either. Because the ability of this space is exactly, the absolute “law” of the Black Demon King.

The demons understand genetically.

That this was our country.

"Listen, demons!! This space is another world. I can't get a federal remote operation or anything!! There is no one for you!! There is only a world of demons... only demons, the law. But don't worry... I'll get you guys back to where you belong!! Give land, food and shelter, not collars. Instead, I'll have you live by my statutes. If you don't like that, come forward now. I'll judge you......"

The demons kept their mouths shut and watched me.

With those round, groovy bright red eyes.

"... Thor, you... You're telling me to keep the Demons locked up in this space!? Don't be silly... how much risk do you think you would take if you did that!!

"... that's on readiness. That's why I'm 100% fantastic.... but we can't save the demons if we don't move them to another space. This is my responsibility... Once you have named the Demon King, again, you are obliged to lead them."

"That's why!! Why are you doing such reckless things!!

"Reckless? That's not true. Now I have a much more bouncing magic power than I did 2,000 years ago... and you and Ulysses are on my side. I rely on it if I have to.......... Any complaints?

"~ ~ Eh... there isn't one!!

Machia said, "Whatever you do now!!" He was about to cry in anger.

There's no reason for her to worry about me. That's all I'm trying to bring in, big stuff.

But now I have Machia and Ulysses.

To say that someone can ask for help when you think you can't do it anymore is different from the Black Demon King 2,000 years ago.

How much does that mean?

I patted my fingers and smashed the collars of the demons.

They created a small distortion of space on the neck of the demons.

The demons look like they've been pulled out of their fangs, somewhere between them.

"Look, you guys... I order you to stay here until you get what you are. Create your country again. Build houses, build fields, and live in this world. If you want to get out of here, get my judgment. But... I wish I could stay here forever. I won't let you die. I... I'll give you guys a place to be again. …… I am the Black Demon King of Eyesmore…"

After listening to me very hard, the demons began to tear with a soft look somewhere, as if they had been shackled off by something big.

I know. For example, whether they look ugly or different from humans, they have individual emotions, profits, and willingness to try to live.

There are those who have modified them and turned them into monsters that attack people because they ignore them all and hate them and just treat them as they please and say it's a good life. of the Federation... those blue generals.

I can't forgive you.

As they instructed, the demons who attacked and devoured men could no longer be accepted and lived in the human world.

Whichever way the battle against the Federation falls, the Demons have only two choices. Will it be a federal abandoned pawn or will it be treated as a monster?

Naturally. No one knows about the Demons.

No one understands.

That's why I, who know the Demons well, once stood as their king, gave the Demons another option.

I don't know if this is right or wrong.

However, there is an absolute devil's law here. The legacy of the former Black Demon King makes me a spine.

Let me guide the demons so that they can go again with their demonic charity.

"You... you've done a hell of a thing. Are you telling me that you're going to live with all these hundreds of demons? In the space of your fantasies?

"Oh...... I'll ask Lord Raymond to do something about it."

"That won't be the problem!! What are you going to do to maintain the Magic Fortress!!

In the meantime, I started taking a stroll through Ishmore to see the details of this space I made in a hurry.

The demons are waiting to set fire to the central square.

Makia keeps asking me questions as she follows me.

I thought it was a bad tone, but the expression looked really worried and anxious on Machia's head, with Pong and his hand on it and a nigga laugh.

"... don't worry. I'm not the only one trying to do something about it. I think it's time to finish that one."

"Is that it?"

"... of residual demon-guided space, for military use. I am going to get support to maintain this Eyesmore in combination with my research on the Magic Conductor circuit. I need you to keep sending the material from the countless remaining demon guided spaces via the demon guided circuits, and then I want you to clean up Ishmore's space. If you could register Eyesmore with the Magic Conductor Circuit, that would be possible. That way, all I have to do is keep Eyesmore as a fantasy space. The risk is, well... every month, there will be three built-ins. I can stand it.... and Ulysses will be there if I have to."

"That's easy for you to say.... but yes... That's about it."

Makia can see how small and hoarse she was, even as she strayed from her gaze.

Kind of a mess, huh?

I spilled a hoot of laughter and still went on to talk serious.

"We are going to have Ishmore added to the umbrella of the Kingdom of Ruskia as a non-existent nation on the map"

"... what do you mean? It's kind of hard, I don't know.... What the hell do you say the benefits of each other's kingdoms are to put them under the umbrella of the Luskian kingdom?

"For Ruskia, that's what we can do with the demonic circuit and the residual demonic guidance space experiments through me and Ishmore, and Ruskia can say," I have an army of demons. ”Of course, even the Demons can't just feed us. On the contrary, there is no reason to turn it into a Luskian abandoned pawn. I intend to teach them the significance and duty of defending their country and their skills as soldiers, while respecting the will and rights of the demons, in accordance with the laws once made by the Black Demon King. Just because there is an army of demons, Ruskia will have a big card as a nation. Don't think Lord Raymond will eat me, I will."

"... you were a king after all"

"What are you talking about now?"

Machia is saying something more now.

Compared to the former Eyesmore, there's no big deal. It's the number of Demons, and there's nothing yet. It's just a snowy country, but it sure looks like it's hard to maintain a demonic guidance space.

But I don't even think I'm doing anything unscrupulous. Because there are so many things on the side that hold it back, as if it were going to be.

Eyesmore at dawn.

I know why this other space starts with the setting of dawn.

I got hit by a brave man and kept seeing the view.

At death, a beautiful and sad dawn struck by despair and looked up all the time.

The first activation says this time of year because it must have been the most impressive Eyesmore sky for me.