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

My name is Lina Ping.

"... here... where am I?

At some point, I stood in a world I didn't know.

In the middle of a vast desert. All over the desert, there are metal debris, like parts of a body, like the head of a monster, that are both unseen and miserable.

Look into your own hands. English word book in my hand for some reason.

I was just a high school student, and I should have just been about to come home from school.

Why are you in the desert all of a sudden?

"Liar... that's impossible. I wonder if I'm dreaming..."

White shirt, sweat stains. The water and blue ties are obviously our high school uniforms.

But in front of me, there are robot wreckages that appear in cartoons and cartoons scattered all over the desert.

Scary.

Why am I here alone?

"What should I do... I must have died then... eh"

Memories become clearer and clearer.

On my way home from school, when I was walking down the night lane reading a vocabulary before my final exam, I was suddenly stuck in a truck that came from before.

I'm sure this is the post-mortem world. But I'm sure... I don't think it's heaven.

Still, I didn't let go of the word book until I died...

"Ahhh... what am I going to do, starting tomorrow... even though it's a final exam... Huh!!

Hold your head, kneel in the middle of the desert, and mourn what has nothing to do with it now. I try to exaggerate and let it down, but it doesn't make any sense.

This is where my record stops when I was president for 10,000 years.

That is also to say that I cannot live up to my mother's expectations.

"... Ugh... eh. Why am I here..."

I can't understand the explanation and cry.

Sitting in the desert, holding the word book back.

Gogogogogogogogo..................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Suddenly, I hear a roar from the sky and I look up unexpectedly.

A battleship on a purple pawn appeared large enough to break the sky.

"Yea...... Yea eh!?

Whatever!!

I've seen that in SF movies in Hollywood!!

Heavy winds make my hair creep back. I cannot distract myself from that giant battleship.

………

From that battleship, two humans descended.

One is a poor, beautiful girl with long, thin purple hair who doesn't seem like someone in the world. Around my age, I guess.

And the other is a tall blonde man wearing a deep military hat.

They are both dressed like foreign military personnel.

He couldn't move. He came in front of me and looked down at me seriously as the girl put the fan in his mouth first.

"Oh... this is the“ girl ”from another world... There doesn't seem to be anything unusual..."

"............ so, who...?

"Oh... do you understand the language of this world"

The purple-haired girl laughs couscous at what makes her so delightful. It smelled fluffy and sweet.

The blonde looks up his military hat and looks down at me with cold eyes.

At that moment I fall into a freezing sensation, rattling and trembling to say I'm in the middle of a hot desert.

Blue, sharp eyes and blonde hair.

I know this man......

"Hey Canon, what are you gonna do to scare me? You're gonna protect me, aren't you?

"............ oh. If the Federation finds us, it's a pain in the ass."

"What's your first name?

………

A girl with purple hair asked me with a smile that I would try somewhere.

I thought this girl might be the only one I could count on right now, and I looked up to her.

"Ta... Ping... Lina..."

"... Lena?

"Oh, yes..."

For a moment, I felt the color of the girl's eyes change.

The girl opens her eyes wide open, she can't stop opening her bah and fan, laughing as she hides her face.

"Ha...... this is. It sure sucks. You suck, Cannon."

"... that's why they even call me the savior of the world"

A blonde says, in a slightly stronger tone.

Its voice is low, calm, but its sharp gaze still looks down at me.

I can't help but be scared.

"But... what a lie the savior of the world is. Those who“ migrate ”from different worlds are the ones who disturb the world. … including me, is a spark of contention."

"... hehe, you tell me, Canon. But... in a way, it means“ protagonist ”of the world. Any story, things would happen around the“ protagonist, "right? With the protagonist, the world rises and falls dramatically. Paradoxically sarcastic, if the protagonist isn't there, the world is peaceful with nothing...... huf"

…………

"If a Messiah from another world emerges, the concubines will end up being characters by the side..."

If you talk about something that doesn't make sense, you look at me like you're observing me, the two people in front of you.

The girl with purple hair once narrowed her eyes and reached out to me.

"The concubine's name is Shatoma Mireya Frezier.... Lena... I've been waiting for you."

"... Me?

"Oh.... Welcome to Mayday"

………

Mayday a.

A very nostalgic name.

For me, it should have been a more important and meaningful name than an English word.

But I can't remember anything.

Do I know this world?

"Oh, um... Um, what's your name..."

I thought to myself, I asked the name of a tall blonde.

He glances at me sharply again, then turns to the lid.

"Oh, he's the one who says Canon Iscale. Quite heartless.......... well, never mind"

………

That's what a girl named Shatoma says.

But obviously, I feel hostile towards me.

When the hell am I supposed to meet that guy? Did I do something to that guy?

With a glitch, a strange sensation comes in that you can't even think of, from under your body to up. It is both a fear and an interest.

Why the hell not?

"Come on, Lena. I can't help being here. Welcome to the land of concubines..."

"Oh, you know, but... me, I need to go home... eh"

"To your world? Ha ha ha ha ha, no that would be hard...... But if you want to go home, you should have it on that canon. He's the only one who knows how to cross world boundaries."

………

In the middle of the desert, I met that man.

And I have no reason to know at this time that it was an encounter that once led to a distant “me”.

Yes. This is Mayday.

My real home.

I should be there, my other world.

I don't know anything, but I feel that way.