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

My name is Ulysses.

He is the bridegroom of the green witch of the Patriarchate.

"Look, you guys, whatever happens, don't be impotent."

Before Eska's brother-in-law left for the kingdom of Frezier. I called me and Suzuma and said.

Me and Suzuma look each other in the face.

"That's not why I'm telling you, Brother Eska. If anything happens to Ruscia, I have to do something about it."

"Don't be so impotent as to die. White Sage, do you understand me? The witch is pregnant. If you are a woman, you will bear the next generation of witches. If anything happens to you or to Suzuma, the witch will be shocked. What if something happens to the witch's health? If you're going to die, don't do it until the witch gives birth."

"He's still an unscrupulous man."

Hey, and I looked down at Suzuma.

Suzuma is pompous.

"Suzuma, you, don't lose your training. Do everything I say. Do it every day. Build your body. Because old white magicians are useless. Like someone else."

"... Daddy look good, huh? Eska, your brother's cool, too."

Suzuma tilted her neck and said so in trouble. This kid recently called me Dad, and he called me Mom about Perselis.

I was your father and mother in my previous life, but this isn't a bad idea.

But while my brother-in-law Eska said "Nani White Sorcerer," he realized it was about me without hesitation that Suzuma thought it was about me?

... As a father, it is a matter of passion.

"You're a bad boy."

"I like both of them. My dad is my dad, and your brother Eska is my master."

"You're a good kid."

"But, Eska, I wonder how your brother dresses."

"You're still a poisonous kid. Fine. You're gonna be big."

Guru, Eska brother-in-law stroking Suzuma's head. Suzuma said, "It hurts," and a troubled face.

Brother Eska seemed kind of adorable to me about the tin.

I am entrusting Suzuma's training in white magic entirely to Brother Eska. [M] Because I still adored the tin and knew I wouldn't be able to do it harshly.

A white sage with many disciples, but my son and his disciples are still different, he said.

"But brother-in-law, you are forbidden to be impotent, too. Our white magic is just a little trick compared to black magic like yours, Thor. Because the basics are the magic of support."

"Don't fool around with white magic when he makes white magic. You think white magic is inferior to black magic, too?"

"That's not what I'm saying. It's the same thing that makes weapons and necessities more important."

"Hang on. White magic is all-purpose deflection."

"But well, I'm glad. There are people who love white magic that much."

Hey, hey, uh, look at Suzuma and her face.

Brother Eska looked disgusted.

So, finally, he traveled.

"Oh, my God. Hey, Eska, brother."

"Suzuma, did you want to go too?

On the way home from Rubel Tower, me and Suzuma talk hand in hand and walk along the coast.

"Yeah, 'cause your brother Eska tells me to protect my mom"

"... that's great"

"Yeah!"

Suzuma smiled at Nicole and took my hand off to pick up the shellfish on the coast.

As a child, he liked to pick up shellfish falling on the coast. Because he grew up in the desert, he really liked the blue sea on the side of the Patriarchate.

"Look, Dad. This shell is elongated and beautiful."

"Oh... you picked up a big seashell"

The shell that Suzuma brought was an elongated, white, smooth rolled shell, about twenty centimeters long.

"I wonder if this is going to be a whistle."

"Flute?"

"Yeah. I read it in a book. Shellfish will be a whistle. If it sounds, I'm sure it'll be fun."

"... oh, I see"

I smiled and laughed couscous at the childish place that wanted to whistle the shell.

Then, sit on the rock on the side and call for a tincture.

"Would you like to shell it?

……

"Around here, I guess"

I stroked the thinner tip of the shellfish with my fingers and marked it with magic. "

"Okay, Suzuma. Can I cut shellfish around this mark with your spirits?

"... cut shellfish?

To my question, Suzuma creased between her eyebrows and conceived, forming a magic formation in front of her.

"First Commandment Summons... Come Out Prana"

Then Hachidori's Spirit Prana appeared complaining, "Oh, my God, I was feeling good asleep".

"Hey, Prana, can you cut this shell clean around here? You can do it, can't you, Plana? Because you have such sharp needles and feathers. I know, right? I've seen Prana cut the apple straight from the side and spa it."

"Uh... uh, ah, yeah"

Prana was overwhelmed by Suzuma's, unmalicious, pure “order," and he shook his head.

Suzuma don't be a good spiritual user...... this is.

When Suzuma raised the shell and said, "Fine," Prana momentously crossed the shellfish, and shortly thereafter, the tip of the shellfish broke pompously.

It's like a flying cutter.

The cleavage is great, smooth to check the incision and no cracks.

Prana, you didn't lose your arm.

"Well, Master White Sage. Prana's still active."

Flying aside with Boone, she strained her chest.

"What are we gonna do from here, Dad?"

"All you have to do is scrape it down the tunnel, blow it, repeat. For example, with these slightly rough rocky contours, you put a tip up and sharpen it. You want to try it?

"Yeah!"

Suzuma circled behind me on a rock, tipping the shell over rough rock skin, pushing and pulling.

"You turn it around sometimes. I wish I could be biased."

"Yeah."

Suzuma became obsessed and shredded the shellfish.

Sometimes, he blew it, trying to see how it was, but just making a scuffy, pitiful noise, Suzuma was turning her face bright red to see if she had been powered.

"That's about as good a hole as this. Don't blow it too hard. Blow gently."

"... it's hard, Dad. My dad blew it."

Suzuma hands me the whistle. [M]

I received it and blew it gently towards the sea.

Pea...... and a gentle high sound.

Moments later, the sea stopped its wave sound perfectly and became calm as if it were listening to this sound.

The sea breeze is soft and carries the sound far away.

Suzuma opened her eyes at that moment and was surprised.

"Su, awesome!! I heard a sound!! And the waves came together perfectly. I knew your dad was a king of nature!

"... hehe. The whistle is finished. And then it depends on your whistle arm."

"Cover me."

Suzuma immediately wanted to blow the whistle.

But again, it doesn't make a lot of noise no matter how many times I blow it.

……

"haha"

The way I dropped my shoulder of disappointment was adorable, and I laughed unexpectedly.

"Don't laugh, Dad.... Ha, I have to include whistle blowing special training in my white magic training today."

"... oh, that's good. I'll get the hang of it in a minute."

"When I can blow the whistle, I'll let my mom hear it. And for my mom's belly baby."

"I'm sure you'll love it."

Suzuma took care of the whistle and jumped right down the rock.

I'm coming down, too.

"When I get home, I'll string you to that whistle. You can put it on your shoulder."

"Yeah. Then you can always carry it with you."

"You should take care of it. A whistle can easily carry magical powers. Maybe it builds up the magic of the tin in time to be a good magic tool"

"Heh yeah. That's awesome!

Suzuma was strained. Kids like these props, so I'm sure they'll improve soon.

Tools that have come into contact from among children can later become important.

Especially the magic that comes out of your mouth means only spells, and there are people in the world who use whistles to use magic.

I want Suzuma to enjoy white magic from various directions.

"... that?

"What's wrong, Suzuma?"

"Hey Dad. The other side of the ocean... it looks like there's an" island, "was there an island like this?

……

I stared in the direction of Suzuma's fingers and stared.

The sunlight was so strong that I placed my hand over my eyes and avoided the sunlight, and stood still.

"Ah... Huh?

I wondered if I had mistaken the ship for an island.

Sure, there are a few islands along the coast of Miladrid, but there can't be any that we can see from where we stand now.

But there's a pompous, but nagging, seemingly visible island.

"hey...... whats that"

Unexpectedly, I sweated from my cheeks.

Since when has it existed?

The island was really quiet.

Nobody noticed me because nobody could see me.

The first thing I found was Suzuma. And me.

In short, the island was one of the “residual demon-guided spaces” of the mythological era that concentrated on this coastline. Only the extremely high of magic can find it.

It appeared in a way that was visible to us.

What the hell is that island?

There was no stopping the heartbeat.