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

They took me to a place like a dark warehouse.

Wake up properly, shackled and shackled, and ascertain the unfavourable body of freedom, and its surroundings.

A warehouse with just bright windows on high ground.

Apparently, this warehouse has a strong bond. You're absolutely confident about that. I don't have eyes on you.

"Oh... wow"

There were only children and young women.

But everyone has a quiet look with no energy.

I don't know the exact magic numbers because I don't know their names, but all the kids here seem to have just a little bit of magic.

Among them, I found a boy who had the magic to shine white at first sight.

He's the only one I can check for magic numbers.

"Suzuma, suzuma!

I jump with my hands and feet shackled and leap to his side.

I met him in an oasis, about ten or eleven years old boy tincture.

"... sister?

Suzuma seems to have noticed something about me.

He is dressed in thin, dirty hemp clothes, with white hair and pale yellow and green eyes.

Yes. A very strange boy. It has a look that I have never seen around here.

Of all the children who did not move like puppets as blurries, only he kept firm willed eyes.

"Sister, why are you here? You were so strong."

"Shit. If you talk too loud, they'll come."

Be careful what you see around you, whisper.

Suzuma nodded.

"Good, Suzuma. Looks like you're still safe."

"... sister, are you here to help me?

"Bye."

Suzuma is full of questions.

"Sister... were you on the side of justice, like coming here to save a child caught in a slave hunt?

"... how did you see me?"

"Why? From your sister's point of view, what an oasis I just met, someone else in red? It's not gonna help, is it?

"You're so weird and persistent with chicks... and so rude."

All the inhabitants of Oasis worshipped me more than necessary, while only this child knew I was protecting the inhabitants from slave hunting to secure their beds and meals.

In short, I knew I wasn't a man worthy of admiration.

"Because your sister is not a rationalist cashman. I don't have anything to give back to your sister, even if you help me. I don't think it's enough to spend the rest of my life serving your sister."

……

Apparently, for this suzuma, neither I nor the humans are very different people. Where the hell did my image end up like that?

Shouldn't I have asked the Oasis people to eat this?

That you're a cute little kid even though you came here to help because of it.

"... Damn. Because you don't have to serve or think about it. You're the only one who can help me for free."

"Why?"

……

Sure, this is the first boy I've ever met in this other world, Suzuma...

Then why did you care so much about this kid, chase him, come and help him?

That's what I got for a reason.

His name is Suzuma.

At an early age, an orphan without parents, picked up by a desert people living in an oasis.

And what's scary is its magic numbers.

334,397 mg, a number unknown to the average person or to the Demon King class.

I've never seen anything close to that number before, even if I pull out as many memories of my previous life as I can remember.

Normal magicians never cut more than 10,000 mg, and Demon King classes never cut a million mg.

There are hundreds of thousands of blank generations here.

Suzuma was an unknown to me.

I wasn't aware of Suzuma, but I was the only one who had noticed his specificity.

While I was in the oasis, I was observing how tiny I used to work as a child.

He was a young child but a smart, thoughtful and above all a boy with a keen sensibility.

Curious, you wanted to talk to me when you came to me every now and again on your journey.

I thought it would be quite interesting to have a conversation with him who said a twisted dislike or used grown-up language.

If I showed a little magic, I asked him how he could do it and tried to imitate it.

And you think it's horrible because it rarely succeeds...

Most importantly, I thought there were three spirits on his side.

It's quiet halibut spirits upu and sinister good voice sasori spirits scola pione and loud honey spirits prana.

The Spirit that counts as the hundred spirits of the White Sage, is always good.

Especially Hachidori's Prana is known as the first Spirit of the White Sage, and you saw me or no, you made a fuss.

The spirits soon realized that I was the rebirth of the Red Witch.

But these guys are very vague.

Suzuma didn't know what the Spirit was, and wondered why these guys didn't look like the others and go around about themselves.

And then one day I realized who Suzuma was.

Maybe he was taught by the whispers of the spirits.

I may have drawn it naturally from my peeking information.

But if you realize it, you can't help but be convinced as to why this child was struck with such magic numbers.

He was the rebirth of Shuma.

Yes. Between the white sage and the green witch 2,000 years ago, my son's.

It's not like I had memories of when I was a shuma.

Since it is the rebirth of the sons of the two Demon King classes, it is not known whether they have obtained such magic or whether they have such magic because they were reborn through that coffin, underground in the sanctuary.

But I can certainly nod, rather than for no reason.

The reason why the Spirits do not return to the White Wise Men and are attached to this child one by one.

It was there for him to say the atmosphere he felt somewhere.

I'm sure it belongs to Ulysses.

Soft, white, undisturbed gentle magic.

Willing eyes look just like them if you notice them.

The absolute amount of souls in this world remains the same.

Just as our Demon King class is reborn, so are just people.

I don't have any memories, and no one has to notice.

The moment I heard that Suzuma was in a slave hunt and was taken, I realized.

One of the things I need to do is save Suzuma.

Suzuma won't know anything, but I want to repay and atone for this child.

As a red witch, just a maki, what is the best he can do now?

"Hey, Suzuma"

I whispered and asked Suzuma.

"You, why don't you leave here with me and go see someone waiting for you?

"... someone waiting for me?

Suzuma tilted her neck, as she said it was more puzzling.

But it was the spirits around him who answered it. "Dear White Sage, Dear White Sage!," he was weeping. Seeing that, Suzuma seemed to be only a little interested in the boulder.

"I think you can do whatever you want. I'll help you, and if you want, I'll ask you anything. I'll take you wherever you want to go, and if anyone wants to see you... I'll let them see you. But you have no idea what I'm talking about."

"... sister?

"So, hey... let me help you first"

Pakin, Pakin, and easily crushed his own shackles and held his tin in his own hand.

Smaller, leaner bodies, stronger.

Suzuma still doesn't know anything.

But he buried his face on my shoulder and laughed couscous.

"You're a strange sister."

Say so.

"But, sister. How do you get away with this?

"That's easy. Run straight through it and destroy everything that stands in the way.... I'll be out in a minute."

"Oh... can you do that?

"Haha... hey, easy win"

I feel like poking my jaw up and laughing high.

But Suzuma made me look very anxious.

"But sister. The kids here, they all want to let go and put it up. I'm not the only one who can escape."

"... Hmm, being a child of saints"

"'Cause you know your sister? The children gathered here, they're all under weird magic, and they're blurry. I was protected by spirits..."

Suzuma hugged the hare upu.

"All the kids who were taken out of here didn't come back... When I was caught hunting slaves, I asked. He said he'd feed you right away..."

……

From me, I was hoping that even the worst tincture could help, but tincture is seeping through the strong will not to let it. I glance at the brilliance.

"... I get it. 'Cause we're all gonna help you."

"Really!? Sister, it's amazing!

Suzuma, who accidentally turned her voice up. I hurriedly held my mouth down.

I wasn't expecting it, but it's going to be important.

"But to help everyone here, we have to work out an operation. I hate to use my head..."

……

Turn the artifact you were wearing as a ring into a dagger on this occasion, scratching your thumb with the pointed part of its decoration, and bleeding.

While blood stained my sword, I stood up and ascertained the number of humans in this warehouse.

There are more than a hundred people just watching.

"Oh. I wish I had his spatial magic at a time like this. It would be fun to move everyone at once."

Well, what shall we do?

I went with a bloodstained dagger in my hand, from the far side, destroying the shackles of the children being caught.

I can shatter it just by poking it with a little dagger.

All those kids who don't have the energy anymore, but when I said to each and every one of them, "Listen to me because I'm going to help you," I honestly gathered in the middle of the warehouse.

More powerful commanding magic was cast from above the enchantment.

Until we get out of here safely, I'll have these kids be my faithful doll.

Outreach It took me a long time to work on it and I was wondering if I could come around.