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

The wedding of Ulysses and Perselis took place solemnly in the Cathedral of the Patriarchate.

As much as it seemed like what the hell they were doing, there was a fine ritual of numerous steps taken, and the two disappeared between the back of the cathedral, watched by us.

"Oh... it's over"

"You're done. Ulysses and Perselis are going to have a tough time.... a lot."

"I don't know."

Out on the back of the cathedral, while I stretch out.

It is true that Ulysses and Perselis will have great mission and expectations ahead of them.

A lot.

………

When I was stretching my back, I wondered if the bouffy, momentous wind had blown, sounding dull as a ground.

When I fluttered and was about to fall to the ground, Tor pulled my arm and put me in position.

"Yes...... thanks"

"You're a heel."

After the usual proper interaction between the two of us, we realize that a great shadow has appeared over our heads.

That is not a very negligible being.

"… the Valkyrian fleet…"

Looking up into the sky, my chest rattled with dokun at the shape of that battleship I had seen for a long time.

Purple, pawn-shaped battleship. That is the latest battleship of the kingdom of Frezier against giants. It is said to be the only battleship in the world that can be fattened by giants.

The Kingdom of Ruskia has recently authorised one fleet of kingdoms of Frezil to be stationed over the harbour on the side of this king's capital.

However, I was conditioned to say that I would not show up until the end of the wedding. It was at this moment after the wedding that the battleship that stayed above showed up.

Well, certainly so congratulations, because in a way, on a sacred wedding day, if a noisy fleet was floating in the sky, it would likely touch the wrath of Vabilofos.

On this day, Princess Shatoma, who was invited to the wedding, confirmed that she was a little far from us in the cathedral.

I don't really think about it.

"... I wonder if he's here, too"

"What is he... a brave man?

"That's right. I haven't seen you in a year..."

"It would be better not to see him. He's like a reaper to us. I don't even know when they're gonna kill me."

"I am, though. But isn't there something I'd like to ask you now? Especially you..."

"... nothing like that."

Tor gets a little cautious when it comes to brave people.

But I have a lot to ask now.

It's hard to recall my own feelings 2,000 years ago, not forgetting my hatred for the brave, but saying, "I hated you so much.”

"Hehe... what is the Demon King class up to?"

I hear a familiar voice from behind, and me and Thor look back.

There, a poor girl with pale vine hair was royal in grandeur with only one escort wearing a black hood. What a queen.

It's not your usual military uniform today, it's Frezier's outfit.

"... Princess Vine"

It was Princess Chatma, Princess of Frezier. It is also her previous life's name to say Princess Vine.

I haphazardly peeked behind her back, but General Cannon was not there.

"Don't worry, Red Witch. Cannon is now standing by for the fleet. I'm letting him babysit her."

"... that girl?

Deeply meaningful, strangers are raised, and me and Thor narrow their eyes.

"Come on, don't set me up like that in here. I'm just here to celebrate the marriage of the White Wise and the Green Witch. No. Congratulations. The world is breaking this marriage up to those who celebrate it and those who hate it...... That's all that made sense."

Princess Shatoma pissed open the fan in her hand, placing it on her mouth and laughing niggly.

That she is still an unreadable princess.

"That's right, Tor Sagaram.... No, should I say Black Demon King? Let me show my concubine my country later. You know what I mean?

"... Yep. I understand, Princess Shatoma."

Tor is pale and answered.

Princess Chatma also made a visit to Ishmore on Thor's visit.

"The revival of the Demonic Nation 2,000 years ago, Ishmore... is something that has become quite interesting. Solomon?

I spoke to the hood escort that Princess Shatoma had refrained from behind.

"... Solomon?

It was a familiar name. Where did you hear that?

Whoever is called Solomon slowly removes his hood.

At that moment, both Tor and I would have opened our eyes wide and drank our breath. Because it looked shocking.

Princess Shatoma seemed to have narrowed her eyes with niggles and enjoyed our reaction.

"This man, Solomon Twilight.... the head of the Twilight clan and now Frezier's advisor magician."

……

I didn't get a lot of words.

This man who says Solomon had half his face covered in an iron mask and the hands and feet visible from the black robe were prosthetic limbs everywhere.

But it looks just like it. To Thor.

"I'll be the first to see you, the great demon king way. My name is Solomon Twilight. I am entrusted with the leadership of the current Twilight clan."

Solomon Twilight greeted her softly at the waist and smiled.

He seems to be quite a loving man, and I also felt a little uncomfortable from there.

Feels like I grew up a little more tol and stretched my hair a little.

Yes, that was the impression. The magic seen from the name is a breaking number in ordinary people, even if it never extends to the Demon King class. What is a 9,000 mg unit......

"Miss Machia Odileel, my sister seems to be taking great care of you."

"Huh? Oh... well. You're Lepis' brother."

"Yeah, he's still the brother of Lepis, who's been watching us from behind."

Solomon glanced at Chirali and to the right.

Behind a small chapel in the distance lies Lepis. I've already noticed that.

I sighed small and called Lepis.

"Lepis, come here"

Then Lepis appeared softly beside me at some point, kneeling in front of Princess Vine.

"Princess Shatoma... we're out of time"

"Oh, Lepis? Don't get on your knees like that. You were close to me, right? You're still wearing a plain robe. She's got a beautiful face, so why don't you put some more on?"

"No... I..."

The moment Lepis hesitated to say so and raised her face, she was pushed down by the man, who jumped momentously from the front.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww My sweet sister!!

………

"... eh"

Me and Thor are flashy.

Solomon Twilight, who had smelled such a soft, atmospheric grown-up man until just now, held onto Lepis with momentum.

Solomon says, "Ahhhh," with an indescribable voice of joy and a cheeky rub on his sister.

"My iron mask hurts, brother," Lepis said with pale eyes, not to mention the usual.

No way...... no way Ciscon.

of the Twilight clan, what an intelligent-style strange atmosphere to say is ruined.

The head of the highest clan of black magic, no way......

"This is Solomon. I know it's nice to see your sister, but get around it. What if you get mistaken for a suspicious person and the guard comes"

"No, Princess Shatoma. I don't care how many princess orders you have, you can't suppress this chest-punching passage."

"Well... I know you're my sister's life..."

Princess Shatoma of boulder is also pulling a little.

What the hell is this Solomon guy? That's amazing in a way.

But I don't want you to say "passion" or anything with the same face as Thor. I get a bitter laugh.

His ancestor, Thor, was also stunned, and there he looked down at his own descendants, who were gobbling around holding him to his sister.

Thor...... this is your offspring. Hey, hey, how do you feel right now?

"Brother...... please don't be shy. It's depressing, to be honest."

"Say what repis. Skin is important, isn't it?

"To your little brother with no body, no skinning, nothing"

"Hahaha, this was taken one!!

You're going to get into the dark part of it.

Me and Thor were pushed by the momentum of this reunion of brothers and sisters who had no room to enter, and were really just pokans.

I even feel remorse for the part where you say you couldn't even stick around and put it in words.