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

My name is Shatoma Mireya Frezier.

She is the first princess of the kingdom of Frezil.

A thousand years ago, in his previous life, he was called Princess Vine.

"Lena, you've been back a lot."

"... Princess Shatoma"

Small battleship frist traversed by the heavenly edge of Regis Overtree.

Coming down, Lena saw her spine stretched once more than that previously dropped off by her concubine.

The expression is neat and doesn't seem like anything gloomy when I was here.

There's a cannon behind her, a little further away.

He sent Lena to me. Tomorrow, I'm going back to Rayline.

Lena lowered her head with a pepper.

"Thank you, Princess Shatoma. Listen to my selfishness."

"No... but if you were satisfied, your concubine would be fine"

Sure, there was some anxiety when sending them out.

I wonder which way the golden apple will roll.

But I guess it turned out good.

Both Lena and the Red Witch are stronger women than their concubines think.

"Well, you, you have the power to kill the Demon King class, don't you? Let's do it.... but it's a dangerous guy, and I need to be careful."

The Archbishop, who welcomed him with his concubine, had just said his dislike to Lena.

But Lena answers with a true face.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm not interested in Mr. Eska."

……

Lena's intention to kill is to work by the interested Demon King class.

Saying so plainly to the archbishop, she looked forward only ever since.

I served honey tea in my concubine's room and spoke to Lena.

About the layline and about the Red Witch and the Black Demon King.

As a matter of fact, it had already been three months since my concubine gave Lena an order to return.

There were a number of circumstances that prevented her from returning immediately.

"The construction of the Gran Tower had to do with supplies, and it was going to take a little longer. If the giant soldiers unleashed on the western continent hadn't even wandered around the space of the layline, they would have been able to bring Frist in and out a little smoother."

"... you have no choice. Flying giants are troublesome. I'm glad you're home safe this time."

"I'm back from the Outer Central Sea."

The outer central sea is the sea that leads from the west bank of the western continent to the east bank of the eastern continent.

It can be said to be much safer than crossing the Central Sea, but it gets quite far.

"Besides, Mr. Thor and Machia are hunting giant soldiers. Looks like he's taking the remains of a giant soldier home and using them as materials for the Gran Tower and buildings."

"I can do it."

Drinking honey tea, I roared.

Just imagine those two knocking down giant soldiers and bringing them home on a devastated western continent, which is hilarious for some reason.

Regis Overtree in our country also took home materials that were used by giant soldiers and some of them were used to make them.

Probably suggested by Canon to be applied to the Gran Tower as well.

"It just seems like there's a serious food shortage. It was food saved in Eyesmore, which until now has managed to surpass it, but that country has only just been farmed fields, and cereals are still ahead of us to bear fruit. In the woods on the side, there were fruits, edible weeds and potatoes, so now I eat all that. And you're a fish because the ocean is on your side. The demons who can fly in the sky come hunting wild birds.... but it's a demonic country that merges the three countries, so it's also populous... Mr. Thor is constantly haunting his head. Because Machia's always hungry."

"Ha. That guy looks better worried."

"You say terrible things, Princess Shatoma."

Even though Lena said so, she grinned softly.

And sip a sip of honey tea.

The concubine was carried on her back, and imagined the land of the devil tribe, yet to be seen, on the far west continent.

"Don't worry. Send the return frist with the necessary supplies. And for a while, the Red Witch will have the luxury to do it."

"You said you wanted some sweet treats from Frezier, Machia"

"It's a matter of sunshine... I have a favorite bun of concubines, but I don't think you can have sweets."

A concubine who puts her hand on her chin and seriously thinks about loading confectionery on a battleship.

"Then I'll eat it"

That's what I said, Lena, with a puffy mouth of the bun being served in front of me.

Really, I'm totally losing my temper.

As a concubine, Lena seemed happy with this blatant appearance.

It was that night.

"Has anything changed?"

"The senate princes insist on welcoming the bridegroom to the concubine. Well, there's a lot of potential for enemy traps, so I'm asking the Archbishop to explore it behind me."

……

Cannon was in the concubine's room, checking all the piles of paperwork.

Is there anything to take away?

I was wondering if there were any mistakes.

"Keep saying no. Don't even meet them. … those who thought they could not be trusted… No, even those who trusted them have nothing to do with it as deeply as possible."

"I know. I'm worried about Cannon."

……

"The concubine marries the country. Like in previous life, I don't want to embrace others. I don't do hema like I did in my last life."

I spread my hands and let him cheerfully say it, but Kanon glanced at his concubine and just proceeded to check the paperwork again.

The speed of his work is not the ratio of concubines.

Really, it's already out-of-person level speed. I guess years of experience say things.

I don't know if you're watching it or not. Turning the paperwork at a speed is a little surreal.

"... esca... you should rely on the Archbishop of the Holy Ashes"

"Hmm?"

Cannon stopped his hand a little.

"The Archbishop of Holy Ashes is oh visible, thoughtful, and sharp. I pretend to have no idea, but I don't have the same amount of knowledge. If you need anything, ask him for advice."

"Of course. More recently, the Archbishop has been consulted"

Canon is not tough on anyone in the Demon King class.

He seemed to trust the Archbishop of Holy Ashes.

Thousands of years ago, we were friends with the same purpose and helped each other, and we believe that the Archbishop's unscathed actions and beliefs are missing one head in the Demon King class.

The Archbishop looks younger than anyone, but probably older and more accomplished than anyone else.

If you want to make an exception to Kanon, that's the story.

It can be said that it was Canon and the Archbishop that the direction of the objectivity turned in the opposite direction.

The concubine came next to Canon with a chair, sat down for a moment and watched him do his job.

Answer questions and ask opinions on what to do, one at a time, to make sure they are handled.

"No problem. You can now do a job with no gaps...... princess"

"Naturally! If I make a mistake now that I'm not there, it will be my own life. Besides, you're not the little princess I can't ever teach you."

……

Thousands of years ago, the concubine was called the Holy Girl “Princess Vine” and so on, supposedly leading the country with miraculous powers, but the actual Princess Vine was a clumsy girl who could not do what she was taught to do immediately, little by little.

Kanon was a tough being, but he taught and scolded again and again until he could have a concubine.

When I could, I rewarded you.

Little little princess......

My concubine reminds me sometimes.

Compared to other Demon King classes, Princess Vine had a very short lifetime, not long before she felt the long lifespan she had been given.

And the happiest thing for her was when she was just a little princess, before she was called Princess Vine.

When I was allowed to call Cannon my father.

I traveled with Canon, and it was a very young day.