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

Ulysses came to see me early in the morning.

He headed off a little bit to prepare for today's official business. I stare at the flowers in the underground garden of the Patriarchate he brought me.

Holy air drifts through the room and feels very good.

I was reading a book, a thousand years ago, a book of history.

I've never been able to study, only what I was given. But I wanted to know more.

A thousand years ago, what did the Blue General make ambition, what did Princess Vine make up, and what did the Archbishop of Holy Ashes create?

What did you make a big deal of, and died?

That seemed so because I spoke to Princess Vine last night and made a “deal” with the brave man.

But that was a secret to Ulysses and Thor.

This is after I had a nightmare and woke up and cried to Thor.

About the night Thor left this room for a while.

Calm your mind, and the first thing I had to do was ask the brave men about the curse properly.

Curse of the Blue General...... I don't even know what the hell it's like if I don't know what to do.

I weaved my cape and went through the royal palace through the garden outside the room.

In the evening, to ask the brave men what they could not.

The harbour at night is very quiet, with a Valkyrian ship on the sky looking up flashing a red dotted light. It's a strange sight.

The air that was not in the Kingdom of Ruskia is now present on the harbour.

There's a brave man on that battleship.

"That said, how do we get to that place from here, hey? Isn't it annoying to ask at such a time in the first place? The party should already be over, so I think he's back..."

It's also uncomfortable to think about annoying to the brave, but for once.

Brave man, I think you're asleep. I wonder if a brave man sleeps in the first place. I wonder if he's human.

I've thought this far.

"... what can I do for you?

Suddenly, speaking from behind, I reacted freaking out. I'm not doing anything nasty.

Looking back, there is one iron masked man in a black robe, standing.

It was Solomon Twilight.

"Ah... oh, uh, Lepis's brother"

"Yes, I'm Lepis' brother"

Solomon smiled and put his hands on his chest, lowering his head.

I narrow my eyes because I'm very calm because I don't have a repis, I'm soft and gentleman in my waist, but I can still hear metal rubbing every time I move my body, so you're a Twilight person.

"I checked in on you from the Valkyrian ship, so I picked you up. General Kanon and Princess Shatoma are waiting for you."

"... did you see me from then on?

"The Valkyrian ship is the latest type of battleship. Twilight's spatial witchcraft-driven junction keeps an eye on the area. You were able to find your presence quickly. The sensors have reacted very red."

"... yes, ha"

I wonder if even magic will detect it.

Solomon laughed nicely and offered me his hand.

The atmosphere is the difference, still very similar to Tor and slightly more complicated. You look a lot like an adult, though.

"Give me your hand, Miss Machia. Metastases."

………

The hand I was offered had black gloves on it, but the part of the wrist I could see was steel, and I still didn't feel very cold and human skin when I took that hand.

The moment I took my hand, my painfully changing vision.

I accidentally closed my eyelids to a distorted world in front of me, like in a square glass box, with a plank of transparency.

I open my eyes when I find out I've been attacked by flutter and flotation and my legs are somewhere flat again.

"Here we are, Miss Machia."

………

Solomon releases his hand. When I thanked him, he smiled nicely.

I fumbled as I tried to move one step forward.

"Are you drunk?

"Yes, no? I don't mean to say that, but it feels weird. Metastatic magic. I haven't been good at this for a long time."

"Ha, Twilight people are used to using the magic they said this all the time. Miss Machia's reaction is fresh."

He put his hands on me again. I can finally turn my consciousness around.

That's a white-opened space.

The walls of the saggy material are illuminated by lights that glow blue and white everywhere.

When I'm blurry and blinded by that one-of-a-kind place, people do it forward.

"Welcome, Red Witch. To my Valkyrian ship."

It's corny as a bell, but somewhere awesome.

It seemed that Princess Shatoma, who had already taken off her military uniform and dressed in a Frezil-style clear thin cloth overlay, had put the fan on her mouth and was waiting for me.

Tie the long vine-colored hair into two loose pieces, slightly different from the usual atmosphere.

Behind you, a brave man in uniform unchanged...... General Cannon.

"I know why you came here. Is there something you'd like to ask Canon? My concubine just got back from the ball because she didn't know it was coming."

"... Yep. There's something I need you to tell me about the Blue General's curse."

I looked straight at Princess Shatoma and answered.

Princess Shatoma narrows her eyes and hides her face with a cushy laughing fan.

Sure, Princess Shatoma is a demon king class a thousand years ago. It is a being who lived in the same time as the Blue General.

Come here, Red Witch.

She took me to the room behind the long hallway.

In the middle of the hallway, there's something like a small window from which you can look out, overlooking the city of the Luskian kingdom at night. It still has a bump and lights and you can feel the buzz of the festival week.

The room put through was one that made it smell strange, somewhere exotically decorated, continental in the east.

"Solomon, keep your head down."

"Ha, Princess Shatoma"

Only Solomon was ordered to refrain in front of the door, and it was me and Princess Shatoma and General Cannon who entered the room.

It was just three in the Demon King class.

"Well, Red Witch. Is there something you want to ask me?

"Yes. I was told by General Cannon there in the evening that I was under the curse of the Blue General, but I don't know why. I've never met a blue general before. Besides, if that curse is true, what the hell will happen to me... and I want you to tell me honestly"

………

It smells like sweet honey, drifting in the room. That was always a sweet smell from Princess Shatoma's body.

On a round, finely sculpted table is Jasmine's tea poured into a clear jar.

Princess Shatoma drank it softly and asked for Chirali and General Kanon.

"I miss you, Canon. The curse of a blue general.... of a concubine 1,000 years ago, that's a true cause of death"

"... eh"

Princess Shatoma laughed couscous, poking a little bit of General Kanon's arm next door. General Kanon just glanced at Princess Shatoma for a moment, saying nothing in particular.

I know unexpected things, and I'm stunned.

"He said he had never met the Red Witch or the Blue General, but he's a disgusting sorcerer who can break people's minds and take over flesh. One of the men you've met so far will say that there is a blue general. Nor does it just seem different. He who is able to exchange words and touch his body…. Although the conditions under which a curse can be applied vary according to its size, there are mainly“ verbal conditions ”and“ conditions of contact ", as well as the most difficult“ mental conditions ”"

Princess Shatoma said to me, "Do you know what that means?"

I just thought about it a little bit. But honestly, I don't know.

"The curse of the Blue General... in short, why not die?

Thought, I asked.

Princess Shatoma said earlier that her real cause of death a thousand years ago was the curse of the Blue General.

"No... I do have a spell that brings death, and the curse that was placed on my concubine is close to you. But Red Witch... your curse..."

"The spell of taking over the flesh."

A brave man suddenly, I assure you.

Princess Shatoma says, "You don't talk all of a sudden," a little surprised.

"The flesh? What do you mean?"

"... just like I said. The Blue General is going to take over your flesh and get that magic, every ability.... his most troublesome ability is the ability to divide his consciousness into seven parts, always distributing his consciousness by taking over the seven flesh. Only he/she knows which main unit it is. Killing the flesh you took over would not have killed him. In the case of the body taken over, it is impossible to reveal it by the name witch to use the name of the body. His real name is also unknown. We always have three flesh as throwaway pawns, and they switch to another flesh on a regular basis.... By his own consciousness, divided into seven flesh, he is scattered all over the world, moving the world."

………

Absolute sentence.

Thor told me that General Blue's ability was to take over someone else's body, but I thought it was really troublesome to ask again and in a way the most powerful force.

I almost tremble and take a breath at the wrinkles and the feeling of being eroded from the depths of my body.

The brave keep going.

"In his spell, the typical one is a curse intended for murder. The condition of this is mainly to“ favor "the opponent. Another spell... the condition to take over the flesh is to“ trust "the opponent.... These are also the conditions that require certain words and put the curse on the opponent's flesh. Making people say words to the effect that they like and trust themselves while touching them, in a mental state that is not false or false. This buries the seed of the curse in the target's body"

"... favor... trust..."

Dokun...... and my chest rattled.

Go back to your memory and look for the person who asked for them from me.

"It takes from one month to the lid moon, and in some cases even longer, for the seeds to sprout. In the meantime, don't let them understand about the curse. This spell can be easily broken if it is the incubation period of the curse. There are many troublesome things like conditions and time differences, and this spell is a lot of hassle, but if the seeds sprout, it's too late. No great magician can solve the spell. Only the Blue General body can break this spell."

………

That meant that it was almost impossible to solve the technique...

Where the hell is the main body in this world? The Blue General's ability has been struck with his hands as difficult as a solution.

Seeds sprouted or not sprouted... that's something I know very well.

Because that feeling did strike me.