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

About 1,000 years ago.

Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Frezil, the eastern continent

Satima: Childhood

The name “I” is Satima Frégiste Frézier.

The First Princess of Frezier, a small nation separated from the kingdom of Frezista.

Later, he would be called “Princess Vine," but by this time he was a really helpless, little princess.

"There he is, chase him!!

I was embraced by someone and fled the royal palace.

Still, when I was a young satima before I was tempted.

A blonde man helped me where those who emit a sweet honey scent from my body and neglect me with special powers beloved by the Spirit tried to assassinate me.

"Nice to meet you Satima"

That is what my mother, the king's sideroom, said, and entrusted me to the man, weeping.

I didn't know anything, but I didn't cry, just a man hugged me and ran away.

What I remember is a distant castle, the sound of ringing bells, and the flames and smoke that rise.

A reddish night sky, noisy but I thought it was very beautiful.

"You, is that it?

When I was hiding in a dark alley, with an unspeakable look, I asked the blonde man in front of me.

The man was wearing a hood wrapped around a brown robe, but when I asked, he gazed on his knees and took the hood.

He was a beautiful, good-looking man with blue eyes.

I stare at the man.

"Princess Satima... you can no longer be in the royal palace. You have to run away with me."

"... yeah"

I didn't know anything, but I was nodding quickly because of my mother's entrustment to this man and the little pain in the back of my chest.

I was convinced.

"I feel like I know you"

……

"You, what's your name?

I don't have a name.

"So what do I call it? If you don't have a name, I think we're just gonna have a little trouble."

……

With my big eyes closed, I looked up at him.

Everyone in the royal palace said you were a busy, grown-up child.

Yes. I missed it so much.

I thought I missed this man. I don't know why that is these days.

"Then with my father. That's the best, convenient. You treat me like a father, I say you're my daughter, and I travel."

"... father?

"Like it, you should call it"

"Father!

I stuck my finger at the man and said happily.

Because I hated the king of this country, my true father, so much.

The man abandoned his mother. My mother was always sad.

And neglected me. I was told I was the Son of God.

I wish someone else had been my father.

"Hey, where are you going?

"... to see the world"

"Why?"

"For your cause."

"Why?"

"... you change the world, princess. You have that power."

"Why?"

……

"Hey, why your father?

Nevertheless, I was really a child who wanted to hear all sorts of things.

“Father," he said only, "one day I'll see," he took me small and went down a dark road so as to escape the chaser who came.

I grabbed his shoulder clothes and left myself to his arms.

That's all, everything's fine, I know.

Eventually, I left the capital and my “father” journey began.

Was that when I was seven?

In the mountainous village of the Kingdom of Batis on the eastern continent, me and “your father” lived in hiding.

Travel or stay and live somewhere. I was repeating that.

"Father ~"

I had vine-colored hair tied to two doughs, like a girl around here, wearing long hem clothes and flat shoes.

With a cage on my back, I brought mountain mushrooms.

"Father, look, a lot has been taken."

……

Your father was splitting firewood in front of a small cabin.

Nights around here are cold and we always need firewood.

"Look, the mushrooms, they're full."

"... Princess, this is a poison mushroom. I can't eat."

"Yeah. Eh."

"This is okay. This... no."

"It looks delicious."

Your father made sure of each mushroom and taught me poison mushrooms and mushrooms that didn't.

This man knew what it was.

When I said, I was a master of words but I didn't remember things besides my thoughts and couldn't remember the poisonous mushrooms.

How many times has your father taught you so many different things about roots?

"To remember properly. We certainly don't die from eating poisonous mushrooms, but if we don't know common sense, they'll call us monsters."

"... a monster?

"People try to get rid of things different from the masses..."

"Want to?

I squeezed my eyes, and I stared into your father's beautiful blue eyes.

The appearance of this man is not so unusual on this continent.

No, it wasn't originally anything, but a thousand years after immigrants from the western continent came across the eastern continent. You think blonde hair and blue eyes are no longer so rare?

It's just not considered very good.

That, after all, was also a symbol of what drew the blood of the western continent.

"Are we monsters? Father."

"... from the general public, I guess so"

"A thousand years ago, like the demon kings?

"Well... it's cute compared to that one."

……

Somehow, I took the legendary demon kings of this world as an example, but your father said so, as if he knew about them.

Though I didn't remember things, I think from that look, I was twice as powerful at reading emotions.

The power of enlightenment, is it?

Your father was looking up at the other side of the distant sky.

Where the hell does this guy come from and what he's been up to?

Even if we live together, we don't know anything. I thought you were a really strange person.

But the presence of your father, who is always by my side and protects me, was on my absolute side.

I loved your father, even if I didn't know who he was.

"Tomorrow, let's go down the mountain to the city"

"Really!? Hey, do you know your father? There's a festival in town right now, isn't there?

"... oh"

"Hey, hey, Dad, I, I want something."

"... what"

"Hair tie decorative string! I want a new one."

"Again."

I was a child around this time collecting strings to tie my hair.

We were pretending to be poor, but your father bought me a fine one, only a decorative string tying my hair.

Because there was a tradition in this country where girls' hair was tied together with a strand that could grow healthy without disease.

Prior to that, your father had applied a white magic technique to keep his magic on the strings of hair decorations, trying to hide the immense magic of my drooling.

The decorative strings were braided with colorful silk threads and were beautiful with glass, stone ball decorations and more.

Simply because I was the kind of girl who was everywhere I liked to gather it and watch it, and I loved having my hair tied with that string again.

Your father never put his emotions on the table. He was thought to be a little scared, but there is no such thing.

You were good at knitting hair, and you had a clever side?

"That's right. I just caught my hair in a branch of a tree. Father, tie your hair again!

……

Your father looked sinister, but he was barely pressured by my sparkling expression, and when he sighed, he stabbed the axe round his head.

And sit down on the stump.

I jumped right on your father's lap like that, took out the little one I always had in my pocket, and handed it to your father.

Your father quietly untied my hair, threw it through his soft, long hair, tied it together and tied it with a string.

I just wait for that task, but I can't wait to like it.

"Father, at tomorrow's festival, I want a blue string."

"You should buy whatever you like"

"Is it a splendid decorative ball? Can I have the purple crystal stuck?

"... oh"

"Wow, wow! Father, I love it!

……

When your father finishes tying his hair and I look back and say I love him, your father always looks in trouble.

I don't know why, but I never stopped saying those words.

Your father bought me anything when I gave him something.

I don't go shopping so much, so sometimes I say it was.

He pretended to be a poor house, but there was no disarray around me, and if not during the journey, there was no twitching.

By this time, I still didn't know so much about the ugly things of the world, the sad things, the complicated circumstances surrounding the world, and I grew up so quickly in my life with your father that I forgot that I was a princess.

All the time, I wish this life would go on.

Even if you think so, you will always try to involve us, as the world says it will not allow it.

That's why your father kept tying my hair with magical decorative strings to hide me from the world.