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

I'm Thor.

It would be good to say in the belly of the demons of the Black Plains.

It was a double space that took up almost all of the massive space, with a complex structure.

Why has such an obscure space been created?

I know the power of the temporal king's authority is working, but I ordered him to create this space, where did that will come from?

For two thousand years, it was the power to the horror and the will that kept the vast black plains.

……

Katsu... Katsu...

Footsteps are heard from across the street.

I pulled out the sword I was holding on my hips and I stared.

When translucent monitors are deployed around the perimeter, the space gains a slight light to expose its spacious and empty appearance.

"... maki?

Maki, with his own spear, stood.

But things are different somewhere.

Dark hair, dark eyes. Yes, the color of darkness is drinking me and my usual impression of “red” is fading.

"Hey Maki... what's up..."

I tried to run over to her and stopped.

No, I couldn't get my legs going.

... what the... this...

I was aware of my own fears.

The maki in front of me is not like the one I met and came to see, even though I do know she is a maki.

I instantly remembered the look on Lena's fear earlier and the tremor.

She thought she was touched by the demons of the Black Plains and impacted by magic.

But no.

This is endless hatred and intent to kill.

"... maki"

What is the disastrous thing she holds behind it?

In the blink of an eye, the tip of a sharp spear approached, and I pulled my foot one step and avoided it in a critical place.

I tried to pay off the spear with a sword with a one-turn in it, but that spear of Maki had built up a great deal of magic, as if coated in red and black electric light.

On the contrary, my sword has been played.

"... of the Queen of War... covenant..."

Maki's grunting words were the curse (serious), and the spear turned into a longer, more disastrous, and divinely shaped armored spear unlike its usual form.

"... maki, are you serious"

Maki is going to fight me.

I was frightened for a moment to fight her, but distorted my expression to that fright.

You swore in front of Machia's grave when you defeated her and regained her memory.

What are you scared of?

"... eh"

I can't be lost.

If I'm lost, they'll definitely take it.

She's not that easy.

I grind the blade too much and go get Maki's “life” myself. I was ready to go that far.

My sword was taken by her spear, bounced, poked, twisted, and exchanged blades shortly after breathing with each other.

The dull metallic colour that shines in the dark and the sounds that echo brought me strange nostalgia and exhilaration.

What, this feeling...

"Demonic Fortress…" Balagras Dance ""

Once taken between her, he raises his sword and creates a skylight by stained glass over the sky.

It was a painting of a giant, colorful large circle of roses.

When I waved down my sword, the sound of the glass crushing my ears sounded, and the crushed glass poured from the top.

It's a magical blade, one by one.

I'm sorry, Maki...

"Ahhh."

Maki screamed and took the direct hit of that attack.

Bite your back teeth all the time and watch.

I've probably seen her bleeding from all over my body somewhere.

"There he is... Ouch... Ouch, it hurts..."

Maki dropped his spear, crouched in on the spot, and turned himself down.

I rushed right over and tried to touch her sobbing.

"Maki...... sorry"

She is stained with bright red blood. I hurt him.

"Are you all right? Let's cure magic now."

……

Niyali, and I saw Maki smiling.

I probably would have expected that.

A fountain of blood had already been formed around Maki.

Red blood stretching through crushed glass bursts as if it were a litter, obtaining dull light.

I had predicted, but I'd be caught in a series of explosions that would push me up from the bottom, and I'd do my best to just tie the line to protect myself.

That's right. I even use my magic as a source of information, and this guy turns it into a force of destruction.

But the line was broken by a bloody tsu stretched out of the flames, which tied me up and slammed me to the floor.

"Ha ha ha ha!! There's nothing wrong with that."

A high laugh.

That looked different from Maki earlier.

No, not at all. When has that appearance changed?

Maki, who was dressed in sailor clothes, looks like her daughter in a triangular hat, wearing a bright red long one-piece dress.

My hair is bright red as it burns, my expression remains the voice that scorns and bruises me, and is somewhere beautiful, even hateful.

"You're sweet. You don't think it hurts when I scratch you? If this is the case, mosquito bites are still more troublesome."

She laughed with her belly again as she saw her own body stained with blood.

It's like a bad witch in a fairy tale.

Kick and play with me even more as I roll around tied to blood. What a guy.

"... before..." The Red Witch. "

"Your answer. Hate Black Demon King."

Gain a strange sense of relief for this, corny and unusual attitude and poisoned appearance.

You're tied up and kicked. It's not like I have a hobby...

"I see. You, the legendary Red Witch two thousand years ago. Now you mean take this guy down..."

What a lass boss specification.

Maki has many appearances, and when he shows up even if he knocks him out...

"Red Witch... what's her name..."

What was the name?

I can't remember. But you'll have to remember. I can't help it.

"But somehow I know. Maybe we fought like this 2,000 years ago."

Nostalgic exhilaration.

I enjoy fighting her myself.

"Look, why don't you say something? You... hehe, haha, I'm going to boil it in a big pot like this."

She stomps on me and laughs fun.

The thickness of the earth eats into my body, and I bleed, too.

Well, I can't help it. Mutual.

"When the Black Demon King's stew is ready, I'll eat it for you! hahaha. So we have to start with the blood drain."

……

I was watching the situation.

While being kicked is not dressed up, but I felt confused and nostalgic about the look of the Red Witch, which is also different from Maki's, and I realized the consciousness of sin, which echoes Zukin in the back of my mind.

What the hell am I guilty of against this guy?

Ask yourself.

She hurts me for fun. She has a little gap, and I sneak my arm out of the bloody tsunami I was slashing with glass scattered all over her, grabbing her leg.

And I pulled my mind off it.

"... haha, ah? Yikes...... Aww!

She was pulled by a lid, buttocks on, and fell backwards as she was.

Cut off all the blood and I quickly take the sword that was falling to my side.

The Red Witch set up the system, took the spear, and we crossed the blades again.

At that moment, the vibrant metal sound and the magical fluctuations that spread like watermarks make my memory more dull.

That's right.

Once, this is how I fought.

We hurt each other in pursuit of magic.

For the Black Demon King, he was the only woman who could “hurt” him.

No hesitation whatsoever, just stay impulsive.

Follow far, far, far remnants.

Red one-piece dress, red hat, red hair. A busy tale, a winning look.

But sometimes she looked lonely, and when the battle was over, that woman left Eyesmore alone. I kept leaving. Um...

"Hang on. You don't know anything about me because the Black Demon King is a drag. No one knows the Red Witch on the western continent.

It's busy, but I can hear it sounding beautiful and good, from far away.

"I am the full-time named witch of the royal family of the Kingdom of Grizine. I've been in charge since my predecessors. Well, maybe I should say name witch. By the way, my name is" Machirie Lucia. "Nobody calls me by that name now."

On bright white snow, red that looked extraordinarily heterogeneous.

That's right. It's McIlier.

Two thousand years ago, the name of the Red Witch must have been McIlier.

……

She fluttered.

Because I messed with the space and softened the scaffolding like a mud.

Push her down into the gap and shake her off without ever wandering off the tip of the sword.

All the while, I was ready for something and closed my eyes, little witch.

……

……

My shaken sword stabbed directly next to the Red Witch's neck and rested.

Did the blade touch the dewy shoulder only slightly, or the blood is seeping in?

I took a rough breath and leaked a laugh, "Ha..."

"That's fun..." McIlier. "Like, two thousand years ago."

……

"You suddenly appeared in Eyesmore. And... you fought many times. Long time."

……

Staring at me talking on my own, McIlier moistened his eyes.

"Terrible person"

And say it.

Stared straight at me and said you were a terrible guy.

"What... I can't believe you... you were such a dull, terrible man who had no idea how I felt... eh. You asked me to do that and you died!!

"... makirier"

"What's so fun, man? You didn't care about me until the end......!!

I touched McIlier's cheek, which blew and wept, and wiped the tears.

But McIlier grabbed my hand like that and bit it out of his mind.

"Ahhh!!

This kind of place is no different than Maki's.

She pushed me away frightened, and she ran away as if she had fallen off a rabbit. I ran away in a dark space with nothing.

……

Twitching, like a gushing fountain.

I can see the door to a memory that was closed opening.

I can remember. About McIlier.

Tell her what I've done.

Stand up and spew the blood accumulated in your mouth.

My body is blurry.

"... let's go"

I walked to look for her, even as I gave myself up to the numerous footage I remember.

I know where I'm going.

Probably something, someone's calling me. Because you're leading me.

And we got there.

In a dark space, in a small flower garden.

"... eh"

But to what I saw there, I'm stunned.

To breathe, I forgot to even blink and opened my eyes.

Inhale your breath as you recall, and when you exhale it, tears overflowing at the same time.

"............"

I shook my head many times, and held my head in my palm.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I wanted to spit out all those words.

Yet my mouth trembles and I have no words.

I apologize, and I'm sure someone will forgive me, or not.

But the many penitences that came out with overflowing tears were my definite thoughts.

There lay the white bones of a woman wrapping her clothes, which were worn out red, with the "authority of the space-time king” that seemed important.

Only one person, in such a dark place, for the long time of two thousand years.

Before death, until you look like this.

Why? Why?

I don't know. Didn't her flesh blow up in the explosion?

This is probably the hub that maintained the massive space that included the two demonic nations.

The Black Plain is a treatment to protect it, and the "devil” was made to feed on the magic that remained in Machirier's flesh… now I understand.

But I don't know.

Was McIlier protecting the "authority of the space-time king” or was the "authority of the space-time king" protecting the quiet death of McIlier?

Is this really the wreckage of McIlier...

No, I don't care about that.

Either way, I don't mind.

This is... this massive space, where all kinds of coincidences and tragedies overlapped and the devil tribe was rescued on a tour, was a "graveyard” for the Red Witch, which caused a great explosion in the west two thousand years ago.