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

When it comes to the damage that came out, there was no particularly noticeable damage to the Wang capital due to the collapse of the Royal Palace's Nanmoto Hall.

All Chamberlain royalties had their self-harm confirmed, and the king's figure was captured by the black curtain at some point.

After all, the king was a blue general.

Princess Shatoma hasn't told me anything more about how we caught him.

The Kingdom of Chamberlain was originally a country where alchemy and magic of white magic flourished, so much so that there was a special magic research district like Gallon Street, but the underground factory of the Royal Palace was a place where more contraindicated alchemy and magic studies combined with black magic were carried out.

As far as the dungeons are concerned, I don't really want to know what kind of research was being done.

However, it is believed that the research and location have attracted attention, been used by the Federation, and that this development of the Giant Soldiers has taken place.

Frezier logged all this battle and only notified the country and abroad that he destroyed the superdemonic guided guerrilla giant Gigas, which the Chamberlain Royal Palace was hiding and developing.

As an unprecedented giant soldier, this news shook the world.

I wonder if the threat of a federation extends beyond mere superficial aggression to the interior of nations.

Princess Shatoma had nothing to blame for destroying this giant soldier, which was considered number 35.

……

One of the managerial spaces, built into the Regis Overtree, was a view of the Potsung and the placed blue lacrima.

Touching and stroking the lacrima, it rises the slightest magic still within.

"Wonderful face, Black Demon King"

"... Princess Shatoma"

When did you do it, Princess Shatoma was standing behind you.

"Sounds like the black dragon was the material of Gigas."

"... he was a smart guy named Grimmel. Speaking of demons, they live much longer than I do, knowingly.... In the days of the Black Demon King, there were many parts of me that relied on this guy. But he wanted to be sweet... he was cute."

As I say, it gets painful.

I wonder if the Black Demon King only inflicted long suffering on the Demon Clan after all.

"Perhaps the fabrication of the Giant Soldier Units has cost countless Demons and more human beings behind it. However, referring to the demonic tribe that shapes the traits of the giant soldiers is probably a" nucleated lacrimatized ”demonic tribe. That's the brain of a giant soldier."

"Are you saying that Grimmel has become the brain of this giant soldier?"

"That's right. That's how powerful the demons were."

Princess Shatoma just walked through the white space.

It's not like there's a purpose, either, beside or before.

And suddenly, I ask.

"That lacrima, shall we?

"Huh..."

I was too surprised to react immediately.

"What do you mean?"

"You're right. That lacrima, let's do it. Originally, it was. … Spatial magic requires“ material ”as well. I'm sure it would have helped."

……

I don't know what Princess Shatoma's words mean.

but gaze at the presence of a vine colour floating in a white world.

"Tell me what to do."

"... it's up to me to decide. It's just... we don't know if what made" it ”into the material is“ space ”or“ giant soldier ”or what its drawings are. Maybe there is no line draw.... to draw the line, but I'll make it. It's good to keep it in a quiet place without using it."

You want me to create a giant soldier?

……

"Isn't that to look at the Battle of the Giants?"

Unexpectedly, I raised my voice.

Princess Shatoma smiles sadly.

Still, I have no idea.

"The Black Demon King... concubine, sometimes I think. What the hell is a giant soldier, what is it? It is a weapon, an organism, a sacrifice. But... is it a“ threat ”? We can take down giant soldiers so far. Naturally. They were originally created by the Gods, so they never surpass the Gods. Yes… why do enemies keep creating it, let it go easily and let us take it down when we can defeat giant soldiers"

……

"Why can't everything go so easily when we can defeat a giant soldier?"

"... Princess Shatoma?

Every word of her seemed very important to me.

I didn't use any hard words, but still, I don't get it.

But Princess Shatoma's true intentions gave me a slight glimpse.

"... sorry. I might have said something strange. Let's just do that lacrima thing. Use it well."

She turned her back on me and left this space.

What Princess Shatoma is trying to say is slowly becoming clear to me.

She probably knows her own weakness.

If they set their enemies as kings of silver and generals of blue, they are not interested in fighting each other.

You can always abandon your country. I am not afraid to destroy the world.

But we're not. Assume damage and try to contain as much power as you have. Even unconsciously, don't destroy the world.

Only if you get rid of that consciousness will the battle be simple.

That is probably the resurgence of the Battle of the Giants (Giganto Magiliva).

Will the enemy release giant soldiers many times to weigh what this one cannot "throw away”?

"... Grimmel"

Touch the surface of a round lacrima bigger than my height and stare deep blue.

As much as the heartbeat transmitted is like a pulse of life, I wondered if Grimel would hatch from here soon, even though it is a cold stone. This sphere looked like an egg covering my life.

"You, you want to live in my space?

I don't have a voice to answer my question.

Just a blurb and vibration coming from inside the stroking lacrima.

Is it sweet, Grimmel?

"I get it. I'll make you a safe place."

That's analogy, no matter what's different from a giant soldier and you don't have the answers to come out.

That's all I could do right now.

The important thing is not to lose sight of what you can't throw away...

“Machia," what do you think of this choice?

All the time, it sprang up in my heart, the inquiry.

Bright red hair on the edge of the eye.

Cold, moist, translucent earrings as pulled up from running water.

I stunned her unconsciously, unable to remember.

To Machia Odileel.