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

'It's okay. I loved you... not Helena. I'm sure I didn't betray you... I'll get her back from the brave. Because I'll help you...... eh'

"Oh...... please, McIlier"

It's love that doesn't ask for the Red Witch in return and the sin of the Black Demon King.

'Fine... I'll give you as much blood as I want... But please... give me the power to take him down... oh, torque... eh!!

It's the lonely determination of the Red Witch.

Leaving herself to hatred and intent to kill, she held the sword of the Black Demon King.

To “kill” the brave.

The Black Demon King set out to do so before he knew it.

I just wept and stood in tears before the white bones holding my sword and sleeping.

I wonder where death took McIlier.

Maybe he didn't take me anywhere.

Even though he was reincarnated, didn't McIlier's negative emotions remain here?

Until you look so black and ugly, called the devil.

Her hatred was gained by the magic that lingered in her remains and the spatial magic made possible by the "authority of the Space-Time King”.

I think the power I squeezed out of the flesh that dissolved in the darkness helped sustain the space for a long time, two thousand years.

……

Poor McIlier.

Poor Red Witch.

I hope you'll forgive me for thinking that.

"I took over this western continent you burned for the Black Demon King. Take the time to undo this continent... me and the demons I lead will take care of it. You should now return to the earth in a peaceful place...... makirier"

I slowly lifted her "authority over the kings of time and space."

Untie the boned hand gently.

Then her remains ragged and decayed, even as she said she had been waiting for the moment for a long time.

At the same time, the collapse of the massive space, which originally lacked stability, and the end of the darkness of this black plain accelerate.

At an unparalleled speed.

……

The truth is, I want to be here more.

I wanted to spend more, quiet time with her here, for example, that would be an unspeakable white bone.

I just wanted to look at it, ask myself how much I sinned, and carve it up.

"But... we need to find..."

The authority of the space-time king back at hand is lighting a dull light.

It was in Cardia and Utopia, the pattern and blade must have been one way of space and just a shape-shape...

Something very, very light on the sword.

I wonder how much that magic power that sucks the blood of the Red Witch and ripens here for two thousand years.

"The authority of the Space-Time King...“ Reveal "this space..."

I stabbed my sword to the ground and explored where she was in this vast space.

I'll go after him. Keep chasing.

I trace my memories with her for a long time and pursue a red spot.

Girl running away from me, shaking her red dress.

It's a sight I've seen somewhere.

The dress is a little more current, daughter-like, and gorgeous than what McIlier wore.

It looks great on you.

The loose redhead is put together in an adorable ribbon and it is the appearance that is still the girl of childhood.

I know.

She is "Machia”.

Neither Maki nor Makilier.

Machia's memories also seep through the doors of torn memories.

Yes. I was reincarnated into this Mayday, reunited with Machia at an early age, and grew up with her.

When I said I was going to the cartel with my parents, she stumbled into a long fight.

Machia had been taking notes that she exchanged at that time.

Machia was twice as worried about people as Ulysses and Perselis were.

And I was more than happy to marry you two.

When I first confronted the Blue General in Verret, it was Machia's magic that helped me.

... With that said, he was afraid of the magical darkness.

……

Machia, who was running ahead, fell.

I must have hooked my leg to a long dress.

I fall down, get up like a pain, and cry once more.

“Kingdom of Shadows," but this guy was always bad.

"No, don't come!!

……

"Don't remind me!!

I ignored Machia's screaming voice.

So much so that my memory was almost coming back.

I take what's out of my chest pocket, grip it, and look down at her as she gets smaller and rejects everything.

"... makia"

"No...... no!! I am not Machia!! Machia is dead!!

"... you are makia"

"No!! I don't have a name!!

"No, you are“ Machia ”!!

I shouted a definite name.

As I say to myself.

"Machia Machia Machia!! You are makia!! Admit it!!"

The chains are torn apart and crushed.

It was applied to my memory, her orders unraveling every time I screamed her name.

"You... are Machia. I bet you are."

……

First names are very important in Mayday.

Machia was looking up like a hack.

Even so, as I am now aware of the name.

I bent over, gazed at her, and gently touched my cheek.

I paid for the long hair on her face and put two earrings on her ears that I was gripping.

To where it used to be.

Always stuck in me, red sign.

I thought I had all her memories now that I was about to grab them and couldn't grab them.

"Machia......"

Embrace Machia and ascertain its nostalgic existence.

She is Machia. Definitely.

I... couldn't save him, he must have been important.

Through the back of the brain, Machia's last.

Trying to endure that painful memory, I hugged her.

"I'm sorry... Tor... I've done terrible things to you"

"... I didn't do anything. You're just helping me..."

"I did!! Something that sealed your memory. It would have been hard... feeling the difference with so many people... feeling the contradiction..."

"No. You helped me. By doing so, I will not mourn your death..."

Machia knew me well. I understood.

That's why I sealed my memories so I wouldn't leave myself to the grief of losing Machia.

"But I knew you'd come here. You dragged my memory out."

"Naturally. I regret it... I wanted to beat you."

……

Machia grabbed the garment with her hands turning to her back as she buried her face in my chest, trembling in small pieces.

Are you crying, Machia?

I don't know.

I don't know, either.

Are you sad or happy?

Are you moaning, or are you happy?

Long, long memories are complicated, too complicated, fun memories I've had with you, sad goodbyes, all mixed up.

But Machia is here.

Why? Why?

I don't see why she came back here looking like a "maki” on Earth.

But it was all about her being here, and it was my salvation, and it was our future.

It was the future we were allowed to have.

Eventually, this space broke so that it could play.

The high sound that breaks the darkness sounds continuously. It's terribly beautiful, the sound of the beginning of the end.

Is it because I disobeyed Machia's orders, remembered her memories, and admitted that she was Machia again?

The authority of the Space-Time King intends to complete the burial of the Red Witch by destroying this massive space.

Drawing Machia with one arm, I set out "the authority of the space-time king" to the light ahead of the crack.

Activate the space-moving device and head up.

As if, from the deep mud, you seek beautiful supernatant water.

And so that you can have the light beyond you.

……

……

What I saw was a wide, wide, nothing earth.

The sun rising from the east. Light peach clouds.

All the way down there is a long stretch of rocky mountain land that tells me this is over the "western continent”.

Machia's sins and mine were all aggregated into this earth.

And this is where it all starts.