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

You can see wheat pruned, slightly misty fields everywhere.

The smell of this dead grass belongs exactly to Delia Field.

"... wow, look Tor!! The Mansion!!

"I miss you."

Get yourself out of the carriage and point to the nostalgic mansion you were born and raised in.

As Thor grabs my jacket, he looks at the mansion through the window gap in a nostalgic way.

The previous carriage is ridden by Princess Lulu and Prince Alfredo, twin maids, but the prince is desperately grasping Princess Lulu, who embarks on herself in the same way.

Your father seemed happy with a soft smile.

"You haven't changed anything, have you?

"Yes Father!! Everything, you know Delia Field. Everyone in your mansion is the same?

"Well, nothing. I'm sure Barnabas will make lemon cake and wait."

"Wow wow!!

Have you said anything about how childish you are lately?

Yes, we haven't been back to Delierfield in about a year.

"Welcome home, Machia..."

"Mother."

In front of the Mansion Gate, your mother welcomed us.

Your mother is as beautiful as ever, but I thought you might have lost just a little weight.

She hugs me and I have a ho reassuring self.

The mansion, as it is in my memory, still feels quiet and qualitative for what I was used to coming to living in the royal palace. But that's where my favorite Odileel family mansion is.

Sweet and sour lemon aroma.

I didn't expect to be able to eat this cake I miss again in this house.

"Barnabas lemon cake is still delicious!! I thought I'd never eat again."

"Well like Machia!! You're still a foodie."

Barnabas hasn't changed. Hey, I was happy to see how I eat cake.

The prince and princess never seemed to have had lemon cake and seemed to bite the rustic flavor uncommonly.

"... delicious"

"It's delicious, brother. I like this cake."

"It would!! Our chef and pastry chef's dishes and treats can't beat the royal palace's. Don't worry about that."

Because of my long return home, I seemed very tense.

I had three plates of lemon cake, two plates of putting, and four dishes of the new, seemingly orange chocolate tart as kellows, and I was talking pepper. I think I've been eating something ever since.

I think the mood of the parents who wanted to feed my child a lot when he came home a long time ago went hand in hand, and the dinner that followed was eating something.

On the contrary, Thor was quiet, and when asked about his father, his mother, and Barnabas, he looked soaked.

But speaking of which, he's a servant of the Odileel family.

A year ago, when we were in this house, it was definitely him who did it this way.

But I just feel a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, oh, I ate too much boulder... I ate too much boulder..."

"You really don't think about it later."

"Because I had a lot to prepare..."

"We're still here, so we can eat for a while."

………

After dinner I went back to my room with my belly in my arms.

Nothing had changed in my own room for a long time, it was just beautifully prepared.

Fall into a fuzzy bed and lie on your back.

Tor also sat on the edge of the bed, taking a breath.

"... what the hell. You're so sweet today."

"Really?

"That's right. Nah, I'm sorry."

"On the contrary, you were rising."

"... hey"

I admit it honestly there, I snort.

I was definitely up there, and I told your father and mother a lot of things I wanted to talk about.

And, uh, I thought about it.

"... are you worried about your own mother?

………

"I'll see you tomorrow..."

"Right."

Thor's answer was pale, but that one was calm and that's why he said he knew how much he cared about his mother.

I crawled over the bed and stopped by Tor's side, paying for his forehead and peeking into his face.

Thor only turns his gaze toward me.

"What the..."

"... I knew you weren't well.... maybe I can't help it. She was a good mother to you, wasn't she?

………

I know his mother on Earth.

That mother felt like she said she was a normal mother when we were young, but something triggered her to become a hysterical mother.

However, the permeation was cold, so I don't care about it. However, I'm sure he was pointing a cold gaze and attitude at it.

"" Mother "... I didn't think I'd ever care what kind of life I had left."

"... right"

"But my current mother was certainly a sick, sick mother who just apologized to me, but she was my favorite mother."

………

I don't know what kind of memories Thor has.

Because when he came to this house, he was already independent of his mother.

But he came to this house for his own mother. Don't even know I'm here.

"... I came from the eastern continent to this southern continent. The war in the east, I'm sure you can't imagine either. My mother fled the sea of fire desperately trying to protect me. Well... I used a little magic to help my mother, too.... He was weak, and there were all kinds of clumsy things about him, but... I know you care about me because you think of me as my child."

"............ Tor"

"I wonder why. Why, I was a mother who wanted to take care of me this time... I wonder why I can't help him..."

………

In the toil, what the hell is a “mother”?

Black Demon King and Tor, and Tor. In his three lives, there is no life without a mother.

I somehow stroked Thor's head.

On the bed, kneeling next to him, stroking his dark hair.

"... what, that sounds odd"

"Well, somehow. It's good."

………

Hmm, so I turn around and try to hide "somehow” a certain lighting.

Thor wasn't well enough, so I got my hands on him before I even thought about it.

"Oh yeah!!

I remember something and got out of bed and headed to my desk.

I opened the drawer and pulled out an exchange of notes that Tor and I once had.

"Look, Tor, look at this. Remember this?

"... oh. I miss it, when I was out on a carted job, right?

"That's right. We interacted in Japanese so that our mothers and maids didn't know what was going on."

"You were such a mess then. I still remember. He rammed on this bed, scratching and hitting me... Now that I think about it, it was cute..."

"... ahhh..."

I have a slightly distant eye.

I can't tell you that that was an act now.

Thor is happy for some reason, he's laughing all the time though.

He reads the notes I kept beautifully together, turning in pieces, looking nostalgic.

"Read it now...... you're having some pretty chaotic interactions"

"... right?

"Oh. Mainly your beautiful and incredible change of attitude from the middle of nowhere. This is how you keep reading."

………

"And as always, I have a great obsession with food"

Take a peek yourself, it's certainly quite a terrible interaction.

I, you missed me so much...... And you say it's also like me eating on the subject of food......

Sometimes I was bored without Tor back then, and it was the limit.

I'm so desperate to say something.

"You are... really a tundra"

"Ugh, shut up!! You must be a tundra too!! I'm not a caretaker even though I complain about something!!

"... do you? I think I've been pretty straightforward lately."

………

I can't deny that either.

Tor laughed as if he had won somewhere proud because I patted his eyes and couldn't say anything back.

Oh, my God, that's annoying...... Huh!!

I thought I'd peel my hair off again and visit you with a dongle bomb, but I'm also in the mood to say if it's okay because Tor has been reading that note so many times I seem to miss it.

Because he was laughing.

You say people have a history, but you have memories to miss, even though we've only been reincarnated into this world for about fifteen to eighteen years.

I'm very happy about that.

That's a happy thing.

And “now," it's bound to be an important memory someday.