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

That was after the Great Council of Lords.

Your father called Sir Raymond, the deputy king, to come to the king's capital for a reason. Just now, your father is asking about the matter.

I was in a room in the royal palace, waiting for your father as a sofa. Thor was next to me, looking calm somewhere though.

"Father!!

"Oooh, Machia!!

As soon as your father came into the room, I hugged your father.

"Machia, you've grown up. Less than a year later..."

It's a growing season.

"Besides, it's soiled and beautiful."

I don't know.

I embrace your father's hips again and feel the warmth.

It's your father's smell. He seemed only a little old, but your father looks as good as ever, surrounded by gentle air.

"Dear Hall..."

"Oh, Tor... you've done fine. Have you changed your face?

"... is that right"

Thor replies the same as I do.

Your father stood in front of Tor and looked at him looking just a little sad.

"Thor... there are some things I talk about here, but your mother is not feeling well. Can't you come home for a little while?"

"... it's..."

Thor tried to say something and immediately clasped his mouth.

Tor has been very busy the last few days. There was so much to do, making paperwork about Ishmore, discussing it with Sir Raymond, going to meetings. So it's hard to say on your own that you're leaving them alone and going home to Delierfield.

I'm useless again.

"I'm not worried about that place, Mr. Thor."

Suddenly, Sir Raymond opened the door to the room and came in.

"Thor wants to ask you for one job. Prince Alfredo and Princess Rubette will be safely escorted to Delia Field."

………

Me and Thor looked at each other, and then we saw your father.

Your father says "I see" all by himself.

What is enough?

"As a matter of fact, we were to welcome Prince Alfredo and Princess Rubette to the Count Odileel's house in Delia Field. At the suggestion of the Duke of Bigrates. Good food and good security over there. Above all, this is a proven home that produced a famous magician named Miss Machia and Thor. I thought there was no better place to call Count Odileel and talk to him about one thing."

"Vice King, no. You were the next king.... Ha ha, no Delia Field is a good place, don't worry"

Your father boasts somewhere.

I'm just a little happier now. How lovely it is for those two to be greeted by me and that house where Thor grew up.

I'm sure your father and mother will be happy that the house will be busy, and I wonder if Barnabas will stick out their proud lemon cake and bake it.

Duke of Bigrates, it's Nice.

"Well, there was a lot going on, but the Great Council of Aristocrats was safely over, and this country was separated. Thank you very much to the advisor magicians."

Sir Raymond says so, look at me and Thor and wink.

Oh, I think I've seen that wink for a while. Still speaking of Sir Raymond, you've been tingling here lately.

"That's what I'm saying. Why don't you two go home to Delierfield for a little while, accompanied by a prince and a princess?

"..................... Huh?

………

I'm surprised, I steal a little toil.

Thor was also, of course, surprised, but I don't know what to say... he looks relieved to have no heart.

"Are you sure, Sir Raymond?

"Oh, you've done your duty, and the chores from here must be ours. There are no more Demons in the King's Capital, and the Federation will see how things go for a while. His Royal Highness Ulysses will be with you in the capital, and you will have nothing to worry about."

"Sir Raymond is as low as ever, even though he has decided to be king."

"Ha ha, Miss Machia. In front of the demon kings under heaven, there's no other way to be king."

………

What do you call a boulder or what? Say that, you're using us at some point.

"That said, you'll have them back by the spring ecclesiastical festival. From after the ecclesiastical festival, it will be busier than ever...... It's gonna be tough on you guys, in many ways."

………

meaningful Sir Raymond's words.

He had nothing more to say.

I also said I could go home to Delia Field, because of the joy that comes from the bottom of my heart, and I have no further pursuit.

"Thor, I'm glad you're here."

"Uh... oh..."

Tor felt like just a little while ago, saying he wasn't here in his heart.

I'm sure you care about your mother.

Soon after the Great Council of Lords, the people will be able to learn about the decisions of the conference and the results and effects of the year.

The newspaper will make it an article and distribute it.

Many of the nobles of the region gather in the Wang capital during this period, so the bustle of the Wang capital is great, and there will be a big party in the Royal Palace.

"Hey Machia, hurry up. Here comes the party."

"Hey... wait a minute"

I was familiar in front of the dresser.

On the ear, small Shizuku-shaped earrings previously received by Tor.

"... you, to the party. Then isn't that plain?

"Not good, nothing"

"Until now, you said that to survive in the royal palace, you had to see and see."

"... it's good, nothing!!

I'm still a loud man. I thought you might have given it to me.

Sure, it may be a little small and plain, but it's very important to me, so I'd like to put it on whenever I can.

That's why I was fishing for dressers because I thought they were as flashy as chalkers.

"............ ah"

Then, at the back of the drawer, from the bottom of the small box that was closing the choker, came out a round small earring that should be gone.

"You were here..."

But what I'd call it now.

Those earrings were my favorite, but I take only the choker on the side and gently close the lid on the little box.

I hurried around and tried to put a hanging choker of Ruby decorations around my neck, but I still got my hair involved when I tied it.

"Oh, you can't do anything if you hurry"

"... oh, now, lend it to me"

Thor waited for my prep in the corner of the room, but came to the side to say he couldn't be seen on the boulder, unwinding the choker that had entangled his hair and tied it.

………

………

I don't know, nothing's happened before, but I got strangely nervous.

Shoulders up, completely beefy.

On Thor's finger, which sometimes touches his neck muscles, he lifts his shoulders visibly and openly.

I seriously wondered why it was in front of the dresser, which sucked. My bright red face doesn't look like Tor.

"Why are you turning bright red?"

"Ugh, loud. I wonder why you noticed right away when you said that!!

"Whatever they say..."

Thor, as always, is drifting somewhere.

But he seems to be enjoying some laughter, which I personally regret. Anything has been at Thor's pace lately, and I honestly regret it.

I put my hand on my chest and took a slow, deep breath.

"Look, we're done."

Thor slapped me on the back with a pong and told me he was done tying the choker.

"Oh, thank you"

"............ just go"

Thor is wearing a little more awed than usual, elegant black aristocratic clothing and cape, and his hair is a little tidy.

Instead of being a prince, you can still say knight, but there has been something like awesome here recently, and you may not be able to make fun of it anymore with your lower temperament.

After the Great Council of Lords, the party at the Royal Palace was unprecedented.

The chandeliers are brilliant, the great nobles of a country rarely matched, and the fashionable and vibrant wave of dresses of the ladies just said they had prepared for this day's party.

I was still a bright red dress, but I would wear it because I had been made to have an expensive looking dress for a long time, with fine garnet and diamond embellishments.

It feels like the hair is not the usual high-fly ribbon, but flushed to the right and secured with hair decorations similar to the dress. The Shizuku-shaped earrings that Tor gave me became a point and I don't even think they fit this dress.

"Miss Machia, you look beautiful today"

"... Sir Barrondot... no, you're already the head of the Esta family"

"Ha, well, I gave you that chair. No, as you wish."

………

Sir Barrondot is, as always, an honest man.

Honestly, I don't know what you think.

From the party venue, the number of sights sent to us is high.

Especially since I and Sir Barrondot deliberately pretended to have a relationship that was likely to be rumoured.

"How about that, Miss Machia?... I don't have to play that little play anymore, could you dance with me? Even without Koshiba, I still want to be in a rumored relationship with you..."

………

Sir Barrondot has been saying this for a long time, but it seems he's had it twice in his life lately. Is it a hot period or what?

No, I never used to be a Red Witch, so I can't guess, but I'm unfamiliar with being told how to return it. If there's a play, you can say anything.

At that time suddenly, Thor interrupted between me and Sir Barrondot and threw a slightly cooler gaze towards Sir Barrondot.

"... Sir Barrondot, Machia's“ job ”is over."

………

What a provocative word. Are you my manager or something?

In short, he said that all the interaction between me and Lord Barrondot and that mood of ours was about your work accident.

I relaxed and pulled the clothes on his back and said, "Hey, Tor!".

"How dare you!!

"'Cause, right?

Thor is almost certain.

Indeed, for me, Sir Barrondot has a stronger sense of being a fellow worker, and although I see no future with him at all, I would have said more.

"... hehe,... I see I've been floating, so I've been watching sweetly... is it good to say you're in the war too, Tor Sagaram"

………

Tor answers Sir Barrondot's words, "Well, that's right," with a strangely calm voice, and he looks at me still.

Me, too, naturally looks up at Tor, but it's sooo out of sight. Because I'm embarrassed.

Sir Barrondot was observing us like that, with his eyes narrowed.

"... I see, this looks tough"

He laughs cously.

"Okay. Let's back off because the minutes don't look good today. But I didn't give up. I was so interested in working with you. The chair of our Lady of the Esta family is always open."

"... ma"

I don't think so, oh well.

Sir Barrondot, you're a really different person. You say you'll get up even if you fall?

When he thanked me, he looked sideways at Tor and left the spot.

I'm sure the aristocrats who watched from afar are thrilled with Zawazawa and rumoured stories about "broken or usurped love". You kind of get a headache.

………

………

I glanced at my neighbor Tor and dyed his cheeks a little while I was thinking about what he was going to do.

Well, you don't feel bad.

"Hey, Machia"

"Uh, ah, yes"

They called me when I was stealing a look, so I accidentally got a weird voice.

"... what is that reply?"

"Yes, because you suddenly..."

………

I rushed off my face a bit, stroking my own hair in vain.

Thor looks as cool as ever.

"Hey Machia. Shall we dance..."

"............ eh"

"It's not my job."

………

Thor puts one hand on his chest, smiling invincibly and reaching out to me, even as he signs up for a dance as formal.

I breathe heavily, then exhale nervously, still putting my own hand on his hand.

This is not a job.

I will be reminded. If I were at work, I'd take the dance more sneaky, smart, and nervous.

This is not a job.

And it's no longer an easy dance with Tor before. In the dance we've learned together since we were kids, with well-known practice opponents, there are no more.

"... oh... let's dance, Tor"

I picked the dress too, bowed gracefully, and accepted.

I'm sure those who know us well may have been uncomfortable with our relationship.

Sir Medite, who is peeking from somewhere, Ulysses, who noticed us and was about to speak up, and Lepis, who are looking pale from outside the venue.

While Thor took my hand, pulled me back, and danced, I disturb my heart with distant, long thoughts.

It was supposed to be one of ours that didn't want to change anymore, but I thought it was one that didn't change.

In the wake of something, I learned that relationships, thoughts, go in more and more unexpected directions.

But they never suddenly did, and there was certainly a small pile to do so.

That 200-year-old thought of the Red Witch connects now, to the future.

Whatever path we're going to take.

I haven't responded to Tor anything yet, but I want to get over and be honest with myself one day about what needs to be overcome too.

Because the Red Witch thought was just a snowy, cold, undisturbed love affair that could not be touched by anyone, but it was certainly just one sincere heart.

Again, I want to build up time and thoughts.

If you can, in this country, with him.

Now it's something that involves unexpected shapes, like colorful building blocks, not one color like snow and no disturbance.

But it's a castle built on snow.

Everything was our yet to be seen future.