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

Shirley is a cloudy king's capital.

I walked down an unsavory alley, saw an inactive store opening or something, and thought so.

I'm just a maki.

I broke up with Thor and was headed to a place early enough.

It's called Gallon Street, with the Sherharry black market.

Gallon Street is a special district closed to Daimon, northwest of the flat capital, where magicians were originally a research institute researching off-limits sorcery?

Now in this place, slaves are being trafficked in secret.

The slave trade has long been a problem rooted in the Kingdom of Chamberlain, and because the Chamberlain Royal Palace has also acquiesced, it was considered a difficult problem to solve.

There was no way that Frezier could intervene directly in the situation in another country, and that was one of the things that bothered my mind.

But now that the Kingdom of Chamberlain has unilaterally cut off its national traffic and the over-eyed octopus named Frezier has disappeared, it appears that the slave hunt is once again rampant and that the slave city is to be opened in its name.

The main gate on Gallon Avenue will also open frequently, and with a little money, I can go in.

Weaving his cape, he hid his face and headed to the square at the far back of Gallon Street, where the Slave City was still held.

Men of diverse races, dressed in thin clothes of narcotic cloth, were brought into chains.

The desert people have a lot of immigrant bloodlines on the western continent without a country, and there are some rare brown and blondes around here.

But what bothered me was that all the slaves on the market were full of men and not a single woman or child.

Men who excel as workers are worthy as slaves, but it is strange that there are no young women or children.

Those who participate in the blame fly.

"Wouldn't you still have a woman today!

"What the hell!!

Is it still like this yesterday or lately?

I wonder what's wrong with a bad assortment when I say that I am free to buy and sell slaves in Sherhally again.

I narrowed my eyes in front of the insensitive, skinny slaves.

"Hey, there people. Hasn't the slavery of women and children been sold all these days?

Face next door and speak to the big man who was roaring.

To the voice of the young woman, the man was just a little surprised.

"... right. Not a single woman or child has been listed in the Slave City for the past month"

"Heh."

For the past month, I don't think I have to worry about saying that the boy I'm looking for, Suzuma, has already been sold.

But if you're not in a slave city, where the hell did they take you?

In Gallon Avenue, you can find shops that can hardly come out of the table, such as drugstores, magic tools, suspicious butchers, and casinos that are banned outside of the Slave City, as well as research institutes that deal with banned magic.

"... I'm hungry"

Even in a slaughterhouse like this, I'm hungry...

I'm concerned that my one-armed, strong faceted grandfather somehow sold sweet walnut pie in the street.

"... oh"

Fluffy ~ Fluffy ~

"Grandpa, give me five of those"

……

Grandpa pointed his eyes at me just to explore me because he heard a woman's voice from me weaving a hood.

But lightly into a paper bag, throw in the cut walnut pie.

I guess it was walnut pie with plenty of syrup. From the wrapped tip, the syrup was stained in the paper bag to create a transparent part.

"I don't have a young daughter coming to this place. I know it's a trip, but don't go back to the inn before nightfall."

"... what is it"

Even as I listen back, I pay you, pinch the walnut pie and let it go into my mouth as it is.

Unlike the luscious walnut pie from the Kingdom of Russkia, this walnut pie is a heavily stained treat with lots of herbaceous syrup.

This is going to suck.

"Have you seen Slave City?"

"Yeah, I didn't see the girl you were looking for."

"Ha. You bet."

A sarcastically mouthed grandfather.

"Hey Grandpa. What makes Slave City so sure?

"... you didn't even know that, did you come here? Heilien Chamber of Commerce. Long established in this gallon street, dealing with slaves and magic tools"

"Yeah."

I cheeked the walnut pie, licked my fingers, and looked sideways at the people who would cross this street.

I know all the guys in this place are not even Rokuro, but I'm sure there are some things you wouldn't get if you didn't come here.

You mean from all over Chamberlain, where they gather, not even Roku.

"The Heilien Chamber of Commerce brought in a slave hunt. The women and children seem to be flushing elsewhere. Still talking about not enough at all. A journey like yours will soon catch you. [M] Even if it isn't, a few of the city's women and children are missing..."

"Is that what the Chamber of Commerce is grabbing at?

"Come on, I can't say any more."

"Oh, yeah."

As you tell me so far, at the end of the day, it gets cloudy.

Is it like the code of those who live on this street?

Fair enough. If you're blurry in the city, that means you might have someone to take you to that place on your own, right?

I took away the hood of my feathery cloak.

Try to pay for long hair and pour it out of that cloak.

"Thanks for your concern"

When he smiled invincibly at his grandfather for selling him walnut pie, he remained pompous as surprised and did not reply in particular.

I left Gallon Street and immediately noticed.

Oh, someone said they were looking at me.

Because you were walking down Gallon Street exposed to being a young woman?

In that place, little girls like me do stand out, don't they?

Ignoring the little fish that stuck around, I took a room in Sherhally's most prominent inn.

I took off my cape and clothes in that room and immediately took a shower.

I can finally clean my body full of dust.

The sailor clothes I was wearing were also put out for cleaning.

Then fill your stomach thoroughly with room service, have a cup of tea and sleep in a fuzzy bed.

In the evening I woke up, wore a beautiful sailor outfit, turned the artifact “Covenant of the Queen of War” into a thin ring, not the usual spear shape, and wore it.

Keep all valuables in the safe of this inn.

I wish I had space like Thor's own vault.

"Come on, we're ready"

I leave for Sherharry at night alone.

"It's dangerous in the evening," he cautioned at the front desk, but ignored it.

I was surprised at how quiet it was when I said it was the king's capital.

Even though the shopping district is packed with bumps and lights, there are not many customers.

People are like ghosts.

I wonder if they're all wrapped in turbans and wrapped in long clothes. I can't ask for a look, but I can only feel my suspicious gaze from everywhere.

Yang started to fall about time and I broke through the mall into the alley and stopped in a less popular place.

This is more or less where the bad guys show up.

To sum up the information we have so far, there are those who gather as many women and children as they can.

Then I'm not the best prey.

Look, I've been doing this all by myself, so come grab it.

Look, look, look.

……

I've been waiting about half an hour... but nobody... didn't come.

Was it bad to have been Jen-royal?

"... Takeshi!!

At that time, it reached me all the time, a strange voice.

I don't think that's what I heard by ear, but a voice that reached directly into my head.

It was immovable. I explored the direction in which the voice was heard and proceeded further down the alley.

There's a brown-haired ponytail girl held by a sharp-eyed man with a turban wrapped around her and her legs fluttering.

I didn't know I was going to be bait, but I was going to witness another kidnapping scene.

Once I tongue punched him, I ran straight into the turban guy.

Instantly scratches the palm of his hand and grabs it on the man's chest.

I can't throw this guy with the power of my woman, but the potato and the blood that fell to the ground formed a red wax, so I kicked the wall there and struck the man.

Lifting a man in a way that can be helped by a twister, yes, whatever.

"Guh."

Unsurprisingly, the man took the form of being thrown at me.

The bloodlust wrapped around the waist of the girl who danced through the universe once, helping her and slowly lowering her down to the ground.

"Quick, run!!

Pointing to the bright boulevard, I gave instructions to the girl.

The girl followed my “orders” honestly and went straight to the main street.

"Let's do this!!

The turban man got up immediately and pointed the gun he had hidden in his nostrils at me.

"Oh, you're so tough."

"You... you're the woman who was wandering down Gallon Street"

Looks like the man knew about me.

There are a number of signs around. This isn't the only one.

You smell just like the people who were watching me.

Niyali.

One mouth up and laugh, and I move on to my next action.

Just like that... I fell on the spot with dignity.

"What?"

The turban man leaks a voice that obviously feels like a clap, bewildered, yet unloads the gun and shakes me.

"... Stun?

I don't make it faint. Totally passed out.

'Cause at this time, I ordered my own body to “pass out”.

There is only a little blood in the palm of my hand.

Set that a weak girl was desperate to help her little one, but she pointed a gun at a boulder and passed out too much of the horror.

I don't know. It's common.

"Oh, my God, what's wrong with this guy?

"I don't know. I fainted without fear."

"She seems like a good woman."

"Take him. I was exploring Gallon Street. She's a suspicious woman. Besides, apparently, he's a magician. It would be a better sale if it had magic. Perfect."

That kind of conversation, my head picks it up.

Of course, consciousness automatically wakes up when you're in danger.

Just say that the flesh is posing as a definite “stun” so that you don't get suspicious.

Seems like the men who grabbed me thought I was completely passed out.

You'll take me to the “place” you're looking for.