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

My name is Ulysses.

He is also the prince of the Kingdom of Ruskia, but also the bridegroom of the Patriarchate “Green Witch”.

"Your Highness Ulysses!! Your Highness Ulysses ~!!

"Hmmm...... what's good!!?

A young bishop came to the royal palace and gave me the news I had.

To the news, I threw out the work I was doing, jumped out the window wildly in my jacket, and rode a Spirit fan to the Patriarchate at first sight.

"Perselis!! Perselis!!"

Calling my wife's name.

The Patriarchate is also in its usual clean air, some standing bishops and sisters.

I feel gaze, but I ignore that.

As soon as possible, I missed Perselis.

"Perselis!!

"Ulysses...... Ulysses ooh!!

We reached Perselis' room, opened the door of our thoughts and rushed over to her.

When I saw her complex expression, mixed with anxiety and relief and joy, I couldn't stop loving her.

"Oh. Perselis. I heard. Glad to hear it, Perselis."

"... Ulysses"

Perselis pressed the little body against me all the time, turning his hand around his neck and hitting him, he cried.

"Ulysses uhh... me, me... uhh. I wonder if you're okay, me."

"Oh, Perselis."

While I was careful, I held her tight and stroked her back.

Yes, Perselis is pregnant.

I've been married for about a year, but it's like a miracle to be able to have children between us “again".

"Ulysses, Ulysses. I wonder if it's a girl, a boy..."

"It's no different being our child. A treasure. I'm very happy with both. [M] There's nothing to be anxious about."

"Yeah, yeah"

Perselis looked up at my expression and nodded.

And bury my face in my chest again.

The position of saying green witch is very complicated.

I bear the fate of having to have a girl for the next generation of green witches.

That's why we welcome the bridegroom as soon as we grow up.

I know you have some heavy pressures as a witch, but I hope you never think of it as a burden.

To me, it's all about me and her children.

Oh. Shma......

Just speechless, my thoughts on Shuma came up, and I looked up to the universe.

If there is a life to be gone, there is a life to be given.

"Ulysses, Ulysses...... Ulysses"

Perselis called my name pointlessly, just hugged me all the time.

Will this reassure her?

For the past year or so, she has been very fine.

I shouldn't have felt sorry for you, Thor, but you weighed in, Macchi died, and the Kingdom of Ruskia ushered in a time of change.

During such a remarkable year, she kept supporting me on my side, as I was apathetic.

Don't speak for yourself, anxiety or fear.

It was just a great love overflowing from that little body that was healing me.

"Perselis.... I'll be stronger. You and my child will be protected this time. I don't need any more grief about losing something important. As one, I don't want it. Now it's time for us to be happy as a family...... I have to look forward, too."

"... Ulysses"

Perselis moistened his eyes woolly.

Wrap her little face like that, with both hands, and wipe her tears.

She's still young, but today she's protected by something special and mysterious.

I felt that way.

"Me, the baby in my stomach, when I was born, Maci... eh, Macia, you wanted me to name you. Then I'm sure you'll grow up to be a very happy child. The Red Witch was the best named witch."

"... right"

"Now it's time, now it's time... me, I'll try to protect you. Take care of this girl."

Perselis tightened his expression and put both palms on his stomach.

I, too, lay my hands on those hands, slowly, as I tell myself.

Now I want to choose one path I won't regret, apart from anything else.

"... Maki. Listen to me. Me and Perselis, we were given a baby."

I stood blurry in front of Maki's coffin in the tomb of truth.

With a round of red orange infarcts.

She is in the coffin of every swinging water, just quiet, in eternal sleep.

Burning redhead contoured a neat face.

She would never answer my voice with a bright red dress and her hands over her chest.

I can't describe my despair when Maki died.

I'm sure no one in this world understands.

Even you, Thor, who you probably shared, lost your memory of Maki, because you couldn't understand how tragic it was.

My grief was losing ground.

I thought the relationship between the three of us, which Maki cherished the most, was torn apart by Maki's hand.

Why. Why not.

I guess she didn't count on us.

I know the answer to that.

Because it's pointless. Because there was nothing I could do, nothing I could do.

She was worried about us, avoiding any interference with her plans, and she accepted her own death.

Only to the valiant enemy, the Esca brother-in-law, who wanted to put Maki in a coffin, and Princess Shatoma of Frezier, he asked for help in celebrating his best death.

Because she knew I wouldn't be able to do that with you or me.

Whatever we do, we'll try to find a way for Maki not to die...

Whatever you think, it would have been impossible to avoid Maki's death.

Whenever I thought so, I knew the limits of our power.

What is a demon king? What a wise man.

Even the rebirth of God makes me laugh.

Isn't it just impossible?

The world will not let us escape. Like you dragged Maki into this coffin.

To the law, I will not resist.

I laughed and cried at myself helplessly, falling in front of her coffin over and over again, slamming my fist.

Maki is now housed in the coffin where Shuma slept.

How many times does this coffin make me sad?

That was helplessly regrettable, hard, and unchanging.

I have no power to open this coffin. [M] I have no power to break the chain of this coffin from side to side.

Nobody, nobody understands. Me, Maki, and Thor, I need your connection.

Sixteen years we spent together in a different world that we can't even understand when we say Earth to humans in this world.

Oh, Maki.

What a sinful witch you are. [M]

Thor, take your memory and make me so sad.

Is this revenge against you and me, Thor, who left you alone 2,000 years ago to die?

I've made the Red Witch a great sinner, Thor... is that a gentle vengeance?

I kept asking myself that question endlessly.

This past year, all the time.

"But, Maki. I can tell now. You sealed your memories, Thor, for the reason that you kept mine.... I have Perselis, so you thought it would be okay. [M] Thor, I'm sure you can't stand it.... Right. I think so.... It's taken me a year, but finally, I think I'm turning forward"

The red orange infarct flower words, "I believe in you forever".

I gently turned the flower over her coffin, over her chest, smiling small.

She's dead, but I believe her, and I will always believe her.

We'll know the path she left behind and what she meant.

That's why I believe in her chosen “death."

She didn't break the bond between me and Thor.

If it was like a thread, it would have crossed over and just loosened it up.

I'm sure, before you know it, the three threads will cross again.

I can't be sad forever.

I'll make a big deal out of this place she protected for what I have to protect.