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

My name is Lena.

A girl from different worlds.

I came back to Frezier.

Though I missed leaving with Mr. Thor and Machia, the Demon Nation Layline also began to get on track and everyone is about to move on.

I have to go next for my goals, too.

"Hey."

The morning before breakfast. He was called out in the hallway of the Royal Palace of Frezier.

Before Princess Shatoma began her official duties, she was about to return the white magic book she had borrowed.

"Oh, Princess Iri...... hello"

It was Princess Iri, the second princess of Frezier, who spoke to me.

Though, she has already become a general and not in the atmosphere of saying princess.

Dark blue Frezier military uniforms are the same as Princess Shatoma and General Kanon.

Princess Iri didn't seem to think well of me.

"Are you going to your sister's again? … in such busy times"

"... sorry. I'm just going to return the book."

"My sister is a busy person who acts in minutes, but when you go to her, she always takes time.... why to such an incompetent daughter"

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Princess Iri had a good point.

I, too, care not to bother Princess Chatma too much, but as soon as she finds me, Princess Chatma will call me and take time, and even if I just go and return the book this way, I'm sure she'll talk to me about a lot of things.

But Princess Shatoma decides to say:

Talking to me makes me uncomfortable.

Everyone treats her as the next queen, and she says she's happy to have me in this royal palace at the same age where I can talk casually.

I'm sure Machia does, too.

For Princess Shatoma, we're not her men, we're a friend of the girl.

Eat and talk sweets together......

But Princess Iri didn't like it.

Somehow, Princess Iri seems to be keeping herself away from Princess Shatoma.

"... Isn't Princess Iri going to Princess Shatoma?

"Why not. I don't even have a job to do, but can I go?"

……

"In the first place, you're dangerous. I know it. For the Demon King class, it is harmful.... Yet why would your sister put a daughter like this on her side..."

"... Princess Iri"

I can't help but worry about Princess Iri.

Even I don't know why Princess Chatma and others… such as Mr. Eska and those in the Demon King class treat me the way I've always been.

I don't think it's weird that they let me in.

Because even though I don't know when I'm going to try to kill the demon king class people.

I put a lot of effort into my hand holding the book.

But there's something I know.

The people of the Demon King class are always in solitude because of their special power.

Just because you're strong doesn't mean you're not lonely.

I'm sure Princess Shatoma wants Iri to come to her side as well.

"Oh, did Eiri tell you a novel?... hehe, he's no different."

"... I'd say a novel, or I was just called out"

……

Telling Princess Shatoma that she had spoken to Princess Iri, Princess Shatoma immediately seemed to have guessed what kind of conversation she had had, and laughed couscous.

And just for a little while, I look out the window looking lonely.

"Aili is a belly-up sister. Instead, she is the daughter of the Queen... and now everyone has forgotten. Only one age has changed, and the concubines have been compared to something more than they were at an early age. Iri was an excellent daughter, but the concubine had memories of her previous life as well as her powers as Princess Vine. It's easy to make ordinary people" brilliant ”meaningless, and it didn't take long for Canon to come to his concubine until his concubine took the lead in this country."

I listened quietly to what Princess Shatoma had said.

"Normally, it's a good place to neglect a concubine, but that girl had changed. I tried to turn to the side supporting my concubine. The person never says anything, but I think he made considerable efforts. I don't even want anything in return. I just tried to do the best for my concubine and Frezier..."

"I'm sure she likes Princess Shatoma."

"... hehe, and he's too firm though. It doesn't come close at all. If there's anything to talk about, I'm not going to do anything but talk about it."

……

"The concubine wants to adore her sister."

Princess Shatoma narrowed her eyes as she accompanied the closed fan to her jaw and slapped her pepper.

Somehow, I know how Princess Iri feels.

I'm sure since I was a little girl, I've been made to feel strongly that my sister is different.

My sister was the rebirth of the Holy Girl, with rare magic and charisma to attract the people.

It might have been easier to tell yourself that you draw a line with a normal person, that you are special, than to argue with your sister.

I can tell.

Sometimes he told himself that “Machia” and I were different.

Because that was easier.

But now I know.

Still, he said they were human.

I'm afraid I'll be too frightened by the sight, but I can't know them without hurting them.

Because if we don't get close, they'll pull a step because of that power.

"Nevertheless, Lena...... you've been reading white magic books lately. Some things will be difficult.... If there's something I don't understand, will the concubine teach you?

"Yes, no...... it's okay. I'll do it myself a little more."

"Really?

Princess Shatoma looks kind of lonely.

"Wow, I'll ask if you don't understand!

That's what I said, and I smiled at Nicole.

With his back clenched, holding his own hand.

"I want to do something...... those sisters"

Back in my room, I was thinking about Princess Shatoma and Princess Iri.

Though it may not be a good idea for others to get involved.

I'm sure Princess Shatoma is waiting for the day when Princess Iri will come to her.

Just as a sister.

I didn't have any brothers, so I don't know what they are.

Interesting, if you say so…

"... Huh!

For a moment, my body trembled and a severe pain ran into my right palm.

This has been the case for a long time now.

I twist my face and stare at my palm.

……

There was a little bit of black, spotty stuff out there, and I felt it was getting bigger gradually.

It's like expressing a twitchy, heart-spreading anxiety as it is, spots.

These days, I've been exploring ways to get rid of those spots with white magic.

I wanted to erase all the pain, the pain, the unpleasant feeling.

'Cause when this gets bigger, I'm sure I'll hurt my loved ones...

Because I know that.

I don't like it.

I don't like that. I don't want to lose.

You promised Mr. Thor. I said I'd beat myself and go back to the world.

Mr. Thor said to me, "Good luck."

"Elas aplay psyuk......"

Unexpectedly, words spilled out of my mouth.

The spell.

I didn't mean to say it, but it was a word that jumped out of me, like I couldn't stand the anxiety that crept up.

"Hehe..."

I heard voices coming from somewhere when I was just holding my palms to hold the stains.

Where? Who the hell?

"So, who...?

"Who?" Helenaia. Have you forgotten your own parents?

The voice sounded high and lovable like a young girl and yet cold.

It's not what you hear from anywhere.

It echoes from inside me.

'Again, you cast a spell. The word is the “keyword” that establishes and goes as Helenaia. Nevertheless, the words alone don't make sense, and we have to align the emotions we need.'

"... hi, the emotions you need...?

I stared into the void and asked.

Just hold a bad feeling in your chest.

'Even so... because that's what you stand for. You can't be a para alpha Helenaia if you don't have "love and hate"...'

Love.

Para alpha Hereneia.

A bunch of words that punch you in the chest.

The Lord of the Voice laughs couscous as if he knew my upset, even though he is invisible.

"The emotion is a seductive fruit. And it's also said to be the core of the" Mayday Myth ”. Without that emotion, the gods would never have had an end. Much more powerful emotions than any artifact of destruction, any magical power... '

"What... more than magical powers?

'Cause people can't forget that emotion... if they could act inorganically, thinking only about justice and efficiency, they wouldn't make mistakes. People's behavior gets the biggest driving force due to their emotions. Desire, love, hate...... crap. I think it's crap. [M] But I'm not insulting you'

The voice Lord's tone grew stronger and stronger.

As if you hate them wholeheartedly.

And that's as if you know for yourself that it's love and hate.

'Helenaia... there will be those who can't help but care, even though they hate you...?

……

"For example," Black Demon King ”or“ Red Witch "…, a being who did not choose you and took from you a loved one…"

……

"For example,“ Princess Vine "who only sees you as a“ handkerchief. "For example,“ King of Gold "who only sees you as the source of disaster..."

……

'After all, those guys don't expect anything from you themselves, and they're not interested in you. You're the only one who envies them...'

……

'That's a funny story... you were supposed to be created by me so that you could be loved by everyone. I can't believe no one's interested in me.'

The voices that sound blameworthy from the inside of my mind are all things that seem to me to be true, and on the contrary, I wonder what more.

Somehow I know who the Lord of this voice is.

I'm sure he was the one who made Helenaia a long time ago.

I took a small breath and then answered with a dropped gaze.

"Because I... I don't hate anything, and I don't want anything. About Mr. Thor... even Machia, me"

……

"I know best what everyone thinks of me.... Well, I don't think it's ever the” best "... but I'm sure they think it's troublesome because of the disaster..."

Though I'm sure that I'm all attracted to and interested in everyone.

"Still, I think he thinks you're one of them."

I said pompous, trying to tell myself.

I wanted to stay calm because I was helpless.

'.................. Huh?

The tone of the Lord of the voice falls for a long time.

I was breathtaking.

'What you say is puzzling. Are you going to be a good girl? You think if you were a good girl, one of these days someone would notice you? Silly.'

……

The Lord of the Voice is angry. I see you didn't like my answer.

I fight myself for the truth that no one has ever said to me, although it makes me feel like I'm being told.

I knew. This voice is the emotion that is forced upon me, the sword that makes me kill the demon kings.

Let him grip the blade, embedded in himself, that it's the law of the world.

"You come from a“ different world, "but you are not in anyone's eyes, and no one needs you"

"... that's what I am..."

'It would be hateful. Kill me... Kill me...'

The voice keeps telling me without a response.

Hate, kill,.

Palms are hot. Very painful.

I'm not going to keep myself. I'm not going to be constantly in this pain.

How easy it would have been to resent everything backwards and point your sword at the Demon Kings.

"Stop, stop... I don't want to lose to those words... whoa!!

Unexpectedly, I raised my voice.

To say that there are no words so willful.

Shake your head and try to deny the absolute words that resonate behind your brain.

'Hehehe...... well good, Helenaia. That's how you should keep your ugly emotions pressed and resist your instincts. That one is more attractive, and hate becomes a strong spring just for what you accumulate.... Don't worry, I'm the only one who can help you... Lovely, Lenaia to my greatest masterpiece'

"... No, I don't like it... Mr. Thor, Machia... Mr. Thor..."

……

I shook my head and kept calling their names.

Grasp and hold on to the painful palm with no more.

The Lord of the Voice did not utter a word for a while, but I can see he tongued "chip".

"Do you call their names over this period?... Always this guy too '

A voice echoing behind my brain suddenly vomited words that I couldn't afford to be sarcastic.

I have no idea what the Lord of this voice is thinking.

I'm just scared. Cute, even though it's the voice of a girl like a bell.

'Well, no................ in time, I'll pick you up, Helenaia. If you can't stand everything, cast that “spell” again. That's our connection. It's an absolute bond between me and you. Look... in this world, I'm the only one who needs you. Remember that. "

"Wait! Oh, you, the hell......"

When I ask, it feels like I'm free from some kind of curse.

And the fear that struck my body.

When you look in the palm of your hand, the spots appear darker rather than thinner.

A black fog had already blown out and the blade of a dagger I didn't even want to see was gleaming dull and peeking.