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

I'm Thor.

After meeting with Princess Chatma and Eska, I was on a balcony where I could get out of the hallway of the Frezier Royal Palace.

Because I was concerned about Regis Overtree I could see from there.

The weather was beautiful today and the moonlight was illuminating everything, even though I said it was night.

The main tower of Frezier is much higher and symbolic than that of Ruscia.

……

As I recall, I took something out of my chest pocket.

Red Shizuku-shaped earrings.

Naturally, this is not mine, so I can't even answer if they ask who it belongs to.

When I realized it, I had it.

I know it's not just something that can be thrown away.

Because I have unspeakable feelings that come all the way up to my chest just to see it.

I put it on the moon, except I was sure of the glass flow in the clear distortion.

"Oh, Tor Sagaram. Are you still here?"

By chance, you passed in front of that hallway, and Princess Shatoma called out.

"You'll be tired. Just rest in your room."

"... princess. No, somehow... I don't feel like I can sleep."

"Something bothering you?

Princess Shatoma stunningly found my red Shizukusha earrings.

"Oh... you have something I miss?

…… Does Princess Shatoma know who owns this?

"... hey hey"

Out of nowhere, she takes out her usual fan and laughs couscous with it in her mouth.

"That belongs to Machia Odileel. She always wore it."

"... Machia Odileel"

……

Machia Odileel.

From everyone, that name that came out once.

But no one told me, the figure.

Princess Shatoma had only her gaze pointed at me. She seems to expect something from me.

And I expect it, too. I was wondering if she could tell me about Machia.

"Princess. What was Machia Odileel like? You know, I don't remember her at all."

"... hehe. What kind of person do you think he was?

"... Somehow, what we all imagine from“ Machia ”slipping her mouth is that she was noble, strong, and that was the beautiful person. Because everyone spares it."

"Ha-ha-ha."

To my words, Princess Shatoma raised her voice and laughed.

Did I say something strange?

She managed to hold back her "disrespect" and laugh and also hit the balcony railing.

"So what do you think Machia was like?

On that question, I unwittingly frowned.

"... that's what I don't get. My memory doesn't just disappear in the part where Machia was, it even obscures the relationship that goes with it. I... yes. I've heard a little bit about it, but I understand that you were serving her... But I have no consciousness, consciousness or interest in it at all. No, should I say it wasn't there? Are you telling me that I'm finally interested in her these days? In her lifetime, I wondered what she was like."

"... the boulder is the Red Witch. It's got a lot of magic."

Princess Shatoma, from my words, seemed terribly impressed with the magic of "Machia", making her mouth round.

"Right. If it's within her magic range to say that she lost interest, it would be very strong magic. Because I had no doubt or anger that my memory had been sealed. This past year."

"Oh. You don't think so these days?

"... because things have changed. I moved away from those who were trying to hide things about Machia and started thinking about things all by myself. Then, gradually, I wanted to know who Machia was. Why not? I also remember my anger when I erased my memory..."

……

I knew I was saying something crazy myself.

But Princess Shatoma never laughed about it.

"I see...... So, shall I just tell you a little bit? Otherwise,“ Machia Odileel. "

……

"Right. Machia... yes. I loved you so much."

"... eh"

My thoughts didn't stop me from telling me.

I accidentally put my hand on my chin and roar.

"But maybe me and“ Machia ”were lovers to each other?

"... come on. I don't know that. Perhaps whoever you ask will say," I don't know. "As much as that, I don't know about your relationship."

……

"I just don't know what that was like about Machia, but Machia loved that. Long ago already. The concubine remembers well. I've been talking to Machia about that sort of thing.

Couscous laughing, Princess Shatoma laid her hands on the moon floating in the sky.

"I was the opposite daughter to my concubine. No, I can also say that it was similar because it is the opposite and contrasting. She was bright red, gorgeous, emotional, but calm somewhere. No, maybe I should say I knew as much about giving up and myself.... Yes, she had accepted that she would die. I was just worried about you till the end."

"... my... worried...?

"Oh.... I thought I'd leave you alone"

……

Docun.

That word beats my heart knowing nothing.

It's not the moonlight that flickers into the edges of your eyes, but the brilliance of red dust.

Princess Shatoma was looking at me like she was going to.

"Is the story of the concubine going to help?

"... Yes"

No, I don't know anything.

Everything Princess Shatoma said was abstract.

The only thing she did teach me was that she said that Machia loved me...

Not at all, I'm unconscious.

Princess Shatoma asked again because she tried to leave without throwing information, "Well, you should let it go to wonders even in a moonlight bath".

"Um, I... I loved“ Machia "!?

Second time.

I wanted to check again.

Princess Shatoma looks back just at her face and says with a troubled face.

You know what?

and.

I'm stiff.

"In the first place, it was after Machia's death that my concubine and I began to talk. Before that, the concubine hardly ever talked about it, nor was she close to making love stories in the first place."

"Ah... yes"

"A faint bastard like that," but who cares and tells you who you think you can hold within?

……

"After all, isn't that something you don't know, other than Machia? No, maybe Machia doesn't even know. That's all I know."

Everything Princess Shatoma said was fine, and I had no words.

But I don't have a choice but to say that I don't either.

I sighed small and stared again at the red Shizuku earrings in my hand.

Machia... what the hell were you?

"Oh...... yes. If you can't sleep, you should go to the garden where you left off this balcony. I'm sure you'll find something nice."

"... good stuff?

"... hehe"

Leaving a profound word behind, Princess Shatoma walked away with her pinned and stretched spine shaking her pale silky hair. The figure is feminine elegance and even the feeling of bravery and the inner thought that she is a princess who can't really eat...

Just a garden.

I don't know what the hell it means to have something good.