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

"Machia guy..."

As I returned to the salon, I narrowed my eyes to what had happened to Machia earlier.

Before that, my lack of trust is vain.

No, I get it. Because the last life is the last, you can't be trusted.

If it was a distant past life like Ulysses, the story would have been different again... but I can't help but say it's all rust coming out of me.

Machia gave me up. The culprit appeared in front of me.

What the hell does that mean to me, to her, and to that girl who says Lena, a reunion?

"Oh, Mr. Thor, welcome back.... What about Maki?

Ulysses asked me a question about Machia's absence.

"Oh, he's back in the room with a broken heel or something..."

"Hmm...... I thought you were rubbing something exactly, but were you okay?

"I don't want to rub it.... maybe."

"Maybe it's vague for you, Thor."

What is ambiguity?

Ulysses laughed as if he was in some trouble and praised his shoulders.

Is there something wrong with this guy? It's not like we're having a crazy fight or anything.

From the standpoint of saying I am the king of Ishmore, many have spoken to me. Grand aristocrats, high-ranking officials, guests from other countries, etc.

As much as I thought this would change my position, everyone praised me in vain, flattering and interested.

Ulysses is a Ulysses, celebrated elsewhere by many, but unlike me, he seemed to do so well in procedure.

The boulder is a prince.

I don't care, I just thought it was tough when you say people in positions like this.

Not like the Black Demon King 2,000 years ago.

"Hey Tor Sagaram.... No, should I call you King of Eyesmore already?

"... Sir Esta"

Barondot Esta has spoken up.

This guy is a favorite guy who wants Machia for his wife, but he's still a subtle thin bunch of laughs who don't really know what he's thinking.

Sounds like a magician to me. Sir Medite is often described as "how relieved”, but in this case the trouble is that there is some kind of clean air.

"You're fine as usual. Full name or call."

"Really? Thank you then.... by the way, where is Miss Machia? I wanted to say hello..."

"Machia has a little problem and is not here right now. I think he'll be back soon."

"... Really? That's too bad. Because I wanted to see you soon."

………

………

Between me and Lord Barrondot, there's subtle air.

I'm not willing to lose to this guy at all, but I'm amazingly obsessed with Machia, which is rarely the only person I can say.

"Um..."

When we were staring at each other, I could accidentally speak up.

I tended to hesitate and have a small voice, but when I found out it belonged to “Lena” I met earlier, I got a little bit of strength on my shoulder.

I almost got my breath stuck.

"Um, thanks for earlier...... because I didn't thank you"

"Oh, oh... nothing..."

Lena seemed to come to thank me.

It's the beginning of a white dress like saying you're not used to it.

Are you about 16 or 17 years old?

She seems taller than Machia, but is it because of her attitude or Aura that she looks smaller?

She has a neat face, but she doesn't say that when asked if she is as gorgeous as Machia. Though it seems prudent and adorable would certainly be.

Really, she's a girl with a normal vibe.

It is also reminiscent of Helena 2,000 years ago.

"Um, may I ask your name? I say, Lena. Princess Chatma introduced me earlier..."

Lena bowed deeply to Ba.

Now what shall we do? I was going to stay out of it much, but I've been greeting the boulders, and whether it's polite to ignore them.

"I'm Tor Sagaram. He's an advisory magician for the Kingdom of Ruskia."

Keep to this degree of greeting.

The expression is neither smiling nor heartless.

Barondot Esta looked sideways with interest at Lena, but flipped her cape to leave when she smiled softly and said, "Then I seem to be disturbing you, so this is it".

To be honest, I didn't want you to be gone all the time...

"Um... oh, I hope it's not at all, but I, about you... I feel like I've seen it somewhere. We met... no, you didn't. Me, I just got here recently."

Like in a hurry, Lena solved herself while asking herself.

I let my eyes swim with my pale colored hair in my ears.

"... excuse me"

"No, nothing."

I dared to treat him in an unscrupulous manner.

I tried not to have a futile conversation and try to dilute my impression as much as possible.

Lena blinked like she was in trouble because the conversation wouldn't continue if she did.

I thought it was rude and pathetic, but here I said "bye" and tried to leave.

Yes, I was cool like this, but because of my heartless haste and fears, I was baffled.

Pity. Still, you're a former Black Demon King.

"Ah, Mr. Thor. Are you just giving Lena a little something? You colored man ~"

At a time like this, there are people who say things that destroy the air in the field.

Who!? It's Lord Raymond!!

No, maybe I should say King Raymond already.

I stared at him bluely.

"... what is it? The King is at ease."

"When I say I've become king, I'm no different and my footwork is light.... That's right, Lena, are you enjoying it? How about the salon in my country?"

"Oh, um... yes. I've never been in a place like this in such beautiful clothes, so my head cracks."

"Ha ha. Well, isn't there a party like this in your world?

When Lord Raymond says so, he turns a meaningful gaze at me.

"Mr. Thor, did Princess Shatoma tell you about this child? As a guest of Frezier, we are going to keep it at the Royal Palace of Ruskia. He's a very valuable customer... and he could use a lot of help from you."

……

I frowned, along with a bad feeling.

Although Lena had a blurred look that didn't make sense.

If you say so, there's no Miss Machia.

"... Machia has a broken heel and is going to the room to change shoes"

"Right ~"

King Raymond stroked his jaw, somewhere niggling and a mischievous look.

He's a good old man though.

"Thor, Mr. Lena is still oblivious to this“ world ”thing. I don't know, I'll show you how to dance."

"... what?

King Raymond hissed, "Please," in his ear.

"I'll explain later, this kid is a super important person from different worlds. Only you can ask for her. [M] Of course, I might ask Miss Machia to do a lot of things... His Highness Ulysses is already a dignitary of the Patriarchate. Since he is a son-in-law, he cannot relate to other women due to Ruskian circumstances.... Please, Thorkoon."

………

Now, even in my capacity as king of Ishmore, this treatment.

I'm sure I haven't lost my lower body yet myself, and my surroundings are getting used to handling the lower end, which is why I lost.

In short, King Raymond wants me and Machia to take care of Lena.

………

My cold sweat is not half. This is a feeling of turmoil.

What an effective tackle from the side, even though I tried to dilute my own impression because of it.

And dancing.

How dare you ask for this old man when Machia isn't here?

Now, if you danced with Lena earlier, what kind of eyes can you turn to Machia?

"... but King Raymond. I'm not very good at dancing..."

"What are you talking about? Don't you always enjoy dancing with Miss Machia? Oh, now ~ that's it ~? Miss Machia will make you jealous, or is that what you're saying?

………

If you know what I mean, why would you ask me to do this?

I don't understand what King Raymond thinks.

Even before, he pushed me to take care of Princess Rubette and put her in a tough spot.

"It's okay, it's okay. If it turns out to be some kind of training ground, let me explain."

"In the matter of saying so..."

Me and King Raymond were making a mess, and I totally left Lena alone.

Lena must have heard us talking.

"Um..."

I pinched my mouth small.

"Um... Um, you're okay, right? You don't have to worry so much about me."

………

That said, Lena swims her gaze somewhere.

What an unspeakable expression.

Well, I guess so. Because from Lena, I've just come to a world I don't know, and I don't know anything about it, but two big guys, almost someone else in front of me, tell me a mess, and somehow they're bothering me.

It's not what Lena's asking for, but she's being refused at will in front of me, that's the place.

Well, I'm also lightly shocked.

"Um... I'm sorry. I just wanted to ask your name..."

When Lena said that, she lowered her head with pepper and said "I'm sorry" again and left us early enough.

I thought it was just too bad for the way it looked and the look of crying at the time, but I couldn't even stop it.

Lena went back to Princess Shatoma. No, I guess the person Lena can rely on is about Princess Shatoma.

I hurt a girl who was still in high school because of my circumstances. Even though Lena says that Helena was reborn, she has no memory of Helena.

I looked at King Raymond and sighed, "You've done it," and then I scratched my head.

And Machia's not coming home again.

Just change your heels, how long the hell do you say it's taking?

I myself, for some reason, damaged my spirit and left the salon behind.

I thought I'd pick up Machia.

"Hey, Machia"

I'll knock on Machia's room, but no response.

……

I opened the door of the room without hesitation.

The room is dark and there's no sign of Machia.

"Where did he go?

Silence calls for strange chest noises.

I'm just saying I'm not there.

I checked to see if I had Lepis or Noah on my side, but not when I said so.

It would be nice if you were on Machia's side.

"... I'm not a space magician. I can tell as easily as Machia's place."

Pong on the palm of your hand.

No, calm down.

Build a cube of 3D and find a place for Machia.

………

But the red dot that showed Machia's whereabouts was also behind the cathedral of the Church, not the royal palace.

"... why, to the Patriarchate or something"

I'm even more confused.

What the hell happened to Machia?