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

Suddenly, Maki showed up before me.

And Maci, who disappeared without a scratch.

I guess I met her, spent time with her, and I noticed something sleeping at my bottom.

Yes, an interest in the existence of Machia Odileel.

It's sealed in me, her interest in memory.

I know somehow.

I have a feeling.

I wonder if “Maci” is “Macia.”

Naturally, it must be true that Machia is dead.

Reasonable I had unconsciously avoided connecting the two because of the fact that Makia was dead and the fact that Maki existed, but now I realize that such reasoning is probably the only way out of the way.

I just thought, simply, sensibly, maybe Maki is Machia.

Even though I don't remember anything about Machia and I don't know her appearance or personality.

Then let's make sure.

Makia and Maki, what connects me.

On this day back in the Kingdom of Ruskia, I was watching what I would call a “reunion” between Ulysses and Suzuma in the Patriarchate.

Oh, Suzuma was. He was the son of a white sage in his previous life.

Ulysses, good for you...

But I can't stop thinking.

It seemed like a distant world that somehow sandwiched a wall because it was supposed to be a sight so close to my heart that I forgot the existence of "someone”.

With a blurry feeling, I look across the hallway.

Until now, my legs will try to get to a place I didn't even want to go.

"... over there, are you going?

A small voice pulled me back once.

It was the words of Lepis, who was beside him.

She was surprised not least when she was called out because she basically had few words and had erased as much of her presence as she could.

Where I've never even tried to go before.

And where everyone turned me away.

Is she trying to stop me from going there...

"Welcome aboard, Master Thor"

But Lepis just smiled sadly and lowered his head.

Unexpectedly, she doesn't seem to be willing to stop me from heading there.

"... oh"

That's all I answered, and I went down the hallway alone, toward the back of the Patriarchate.

I feel like it's been a really long time since I opened this black door and went down.

Ahead, we know there is an underground garden, called the Tomb of Truth.

I know that the great tree exists and there is a coffin in the Demon King class.

But I don't feel like I'm forgetting something important.

I would say that Machia and I had so much time to share.

My actions, my thoughts, must have involved Machia a lot.

That's why Machia disappeared, most of me obscured.

Yes. Now I know.

If Machia's presence disappears from my memory, there's hardly anything left for me.

...... still good.

Because I could only think about what was in front of me, and I never had wasted feelings.

That's right. It wasn't painful.

……

Halfway through the stairs, he went out to the floor where the mythical murals were arranged.

Once upon a time, I was transferred from this floor to a hidden room.

You remember saying that.

"Three Goddesses mural... Surely, the apple part incorporated the surgical ceremony"

Gently, he touched the fruit of one of the apple trees painted on the mural.

But I can't feel any more surgery.

The Eska guy must have changed the trick.

When I found this trick, why did I come here in the first place...

"Is it Machia-related to say you don't have a memory..."

Nowadays, it seems so.

“Blank” is the proof of her presence.

Silence and cleanliness.

I took a long breath and threw up in the dull air enough to get up.

At the root of the great tree in the center, the remains of an era before the Demon King class were housed, a coffin.

Step on the mossy earth and take it step by step.

With a little fear, my heart felt calm.

……

I walked straight and thought it must have been her coffin that got to me first.

'Cause in that coffin, bright red hair sways with a gentle stream of water, glancing at the beautiful pale face.

Really, just a girl asleep, it fit in there.

The bright red dress fits exactly as it did for her.

What a beautiful girl.

"... makia"

The potpourri and its name came up.

Moments, the pain that has come up from under my feet, as the calm I have had is a lie.

Sadness that has struck me.

It burns me like a black shadow.

"... eh"

What I couldn't stop was the tears.

That came out before my emotions.

Are you Machia...

Is this tear what you think of Machia...

I initially had no idea why Machia had sealed my memory.

Why did you do this to me? I hate it, but it's nothing more or less.

But I finally get it.

She didn't want me to taste the pain.

So lonely, so sad.

She understood perfectly well that I couldn't stand this for long.

"Machia... Machia... eh"

As he collapses, kneel on the ground and stroke the glass lid with his trembling hands.

I grew up on the edge of a coffin, gripping green grass, white flowers, and I just tried to kill my breath and cried.

Even if I don't remember, my body remembers.

How important she was to herself.

Otherwise, it can't be this painful.

Dark, dark, so desperate that you're likely to be dragged to the bottom of the water.

Dark, dark, stretching from the bottom of my memory, I'm going to be drawn to that hand.

"Tor......"

Fool, I heard a woman you shouldn't have known.

Maybe that's Machia's voice.

Vision of a red-haired girl in a dress who rolls in the dark and looks like she's about to cry crosses the back of her brain.

She was running away from someone.

He was running away, and he seemed so scared of the darkness, he fell, he couldn't move.

Who are you running from?

From me?

Why? Why?

Because I'm after my memories?

……

That's when I realized the magic of Machia in me.

Machia is deliberately rewriting the priority sequence of my memory and giving orders.

Keeping it locked in its memory so that it is unconscious and not remembered, hidden at the bottom.

Because I found out about Machia's face, I found it easy.

"... I found you"

Her magic scales.

If I wanted to remember Makia, there was only one thing I could do.

Take down Machia.

Crush Machia's orders and disarm the magic.

My vast memory is spatially data and well managed, so it's not impossible for me to get there.

When I thought it was possible, I had a headache.

Did Tor ever fight Machia and win?

I don't know.

But I think I've been arguing a lot with the girl in this coffin and the Red Witch.

Perhaps it wasn't a battle filled with hatred and resentment, it was simply a fun thing to do...

Haven't we exposed ourselves enough to know each other well and shared a long time while fighting?

If you don't, you can't possibly think that I'm supposed to lose her and be sad.

You can't even notice my weakness.

I don't even know.

"Hey...... I guess so, Machia"

He slowly stood up, checked Machia's face in the coffin again, inquired, and looked up at the branch leaves spreading from directly beneath the great tree.

It seeps in front of me and shakes with glitter.

It looked like a green kaleidoscope.