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

About 1,000 years ago.

Kingdom of Galem, a country with great rivers on the eastern continent

Satima, ten.

Red Witch.

You know the demon king a thousand years ago?

That's the beginning of it all, when a thousand years ago there were three very strong demon kings, but one of them, the Red Witch, burned down the western continent with the legendary brave man on the road.

The eastern continent was filled with western immigrants who had fled, during which land grabbing, food grabbing and inter-ethnic struggles began.

It has become, after a thousand years, a source of more complex causes and history, something that cannot be helped.

"War... war... everywhere is war..."

Sometimes when you're traveling, you see the trail of war. In particular, the civil war is intense.

Burned cities, starving people, corpses... I've also seen a lot of discrimination against immigrants in the west.

those you see as you travel. I'm already used to seeing it.

Oh, there's been a fight here, too, he said.

But I was never in the middle of that fight. Because your father cared about the situation and avoided danger.

Because the people of the kingdom of Frezil should not have known about me, they would not have stayed in one place for more than six months.

Now it dots the oasis and nations of Baromett Road across the Great Desert.

"Hey Dad, where are you going next?

"... it's Galem"

I asked as I walked down the burnt path and followed your father a little.

Your father takes a good look at this one and tells you about Galem.

"Galem is a country inhabited by many western immigrants who became independent of the Kingdom of Chamberlain 200 years ago. Nevertheless, he is a member of Chamberlain and has been granted asylum under the former Convention. … in short, pushing western immigrants"

"Push in?"

Despite my doubts, I turned my back on my next destination.

Next place, I hope there's no sign of contention.

And he let the butterfly flicker down his finger.

"It would be nice if we all had a fun country, and Fifona thinks so?

"If Master Satima thinks so..."

"You're always like that now."

"... if Master Satima thinks so"

"also ~"

The spirits of the black purple butterflies, Fifona, came inviting me to the scent of my skin's honey.

Your father taught me white magic. How to make a covenant with the Spirit, how to use Spirit magic, the concept of the Spirit's Ten Commandments appearance, etc.

I hear I have very great magic, but spiritual magic can only be used until the Fifth Commandment.

Thousands of years ago the demon king, the white wise man who knitted this white magic, was able to embody the figure of the Spirit until the tenth commandment.

"Hey, Dad. Why can I only do this to the Fifth Commandment, even if I have magic? Even though the Fifth Commandment has gone very well."

Your father was just a little surprised because he suddenly asked about white magic.

The expression doesn't change, but I kind of get it.

"... from the Fifth Commandment, it's a slightly different dimension of summons. I can't teach you better than that."

"Really?

I'm surprised there's something your father can't do.

I ask again.

"Why can't I come from the Fifth Commandment?

"... because we have a shallow connection to the Spirit"

"Yes...? I think Fiphona and I are very close."

Hey, and look at the fofona where I was resting my feathers with my fingers.

Fifona danced flirtatiously again, this time stuck in my head and laughed couscous.

"... connection"

I wonder why. I wonder if that's what you're saying.

The bug spirits say they all like me, but they stop by.

"I wonder how the White Sage once was connected to the Spirit"

"... The White Wise once continued his dialogue with the spirits who did not seek to engage with the Hidden on the back of the world, creating white magic. You said I should overlap my thoughts with the Spirit... you said. If you want to play white magic, don't miss the dialogue."

"Father, do you know about the White Sage?

".................. no"

Your father turned away just a few faces that were facing forward.

…… Father, are you hiding something from me?

"... no"

Your father's voice got a little smaller and he dropped a slightly awkward glance at me.

Because I was a child who unconsciously reads people's emotions.

Your father says, as if he knew, the white wise man a thousand years ago.

But yeah. When I first met your father, I thought I knew him... and even your father, I think I know the White Sage.

With that in mind, I took your father's hand and walked this "Baromet Road”.

"What do you do when you overlap your thoughts with the Spirit?

"In short, you just have to convince the Spirit of the strong will you have. That way, the Spirit will help himself..."

"Hmm."

"You should have a purpose. Is it easier to understand when you say" Dream "?

"Ugh..."

I don't know what it is, so I put a look on my face and pointed my lips.

In the meantime, I wonder if I can do the same. My dreams...

It was a week later that I arrived at Galem.

Galem was a small nation on the side of the Great River, but a country of interracial peoples in the west protected by high walls.

But at the same time, it seemed like a big birdcage or a wormcage.

The Gate Soldier will look at us and then let us go through the immigration process.

Your father couldn't help but say so.

The big man at the gate sees the color of your father's hair, and then laughs niggly.

Some silly laugh.

"Are you a western immigrant?

"... so here I am"

"I guess so. It's full of people out there who hate western immigrants. discriminated against or about to be killed...... But this is a country that accepts western immigrants. Instead, western immigrants pay a lot of taxes, but it's still good to have a place to live in peace."

……

"So pay the immigration fee. And then we can pay a month's worth of taxes and finally get into the country."

"This will be enough"

Your father, pale, gave the man a sachet with gold coins.

I don't know how much money was in it.

But from the man's face when I opened the bag, I guess. Probably had a fair amount in it.

"What a rich man... two months to go..."

The big man at the gate, laughing with his nose, shows his father and I a bracelet made of metal.

"Let me install this. Proof of western immigrants living in this Garem. I need ten times as much money as the immigration fee to get out of this country, but then I'll take my bracelet off."

A few gate soldiers came and after attaching it to your father, they also put a small children's bracelet on my arm.

Apparently, this will mark the western immigrants who paid the immigration fee.

Your father said it wasn't a big deal, so he pulled my hand and went inside through the gate.

That's right.

Galem was a country that gathered western immigrants set up by the Kingdom of Chamberlain and squeezed huge immigration fees and taxes out of them.

Instead, however, it also gives the immigrants west of the hated a place to live.

"Father, why did you come to this country?

"... I hear someone I know is here. I'm here to see you."

I was obviously surprised and jumped up with my hands up.

Your father looks at me jizzily because he has a stunned look and has made strange moves.

"What's that look and... the movement"

"Yes, because I didn't think your father had a" friend ”!!

……

'Cause, Father, I've never seen anyone I seem to know on a journey with me before.

Your father doesn't have a facial expression, he's pale, and sometimes he says things he doesn't like, so I was wondering if he was easily mistaken for you and doesn't have any friends ~...

Besides, I can't stay in one place, I'm a traveler.

"It's not about friends... you said“ collaborators "with the same purpose."

"Collaborators?

"Oh... even the princess wanted me to meet her. He's an amazing white magician."

"White Mage!?

"Oh.... you'll also tell me what I can't teach. Ask a lot so that the princess can use more spiritual magic than the Fifth Commandment. I'll stay here for a while."

"That's lovely! Looking forward to it!!

……

I wonder what he looks like.

If your father says so, he must be a very awesome man.

It is no exaggeration to say that there are two masters of my white magic, because my father will teach me until the Fifth Commandment, and from here on out, the example "the person” will teach me.

Yes. Here I am, going to meet another fate.

We rented a small earthwall house on Third Avenue in the Northeast Side of Galem.

This is a flat land with a splendid palace in the center.

Though, the king over there seems to be decorative.

In the meantime, when I went to the market to buy food, I could see a different kind of crowd than the outside world where all the war was taking place.

Thanks to the rich taxes, this country is wealthy.

The strange thing, though, is that all the goods have two prices on them, and immigrants in the west will need to double the usual price to buy them.

When you look at people on the road, there's a mix of people wearing bracelets, people who don't.

"... Father, do you have money? I just paid you so much."

Worried, I pull your father's clothes.

After looking at various countries and knowing the pricing of goods in various currencies, we knew that the goods here were unusually expensive.

Your father says, "Don't worry," he's always calm.

I bought bread baked in a flat stone cauldron and spicy meat and vegetable stir-fry, fruit and drinking water and finally ate in a calm little house.

I was eating all the hard rocky dry bread during my journey, so I'm happy with a meal that looks like a long time.

"Somehow, this is a strange country, Father. The western immigrants need twice as much money to buy whatever they want."

"... not even the address. Humans in the east live in particularly splendid houses, while immigrants in the west live in small dirt-walled houses in the same shape. By discriminating openly, this country is built."

……

What do you mean? I tried to ask back, but my father kept saying it because it was usual for me to ask.

"The western immigrants in this country are squeezed out of gold by huge immigration fees, residence taxes, and twice the usual price set by national policy, but they still came here thinking it was better than outside. For once, peace will be preserved, life will never be targeted, nor the country will be pursued."

Sure enough, the countries out there that I've seen so far were just arguing about what's funny.

Hate immigrants in the west, strife to kick them out. Rebellion of western immigrants trying to get a place, with their own hands.

The dry eastern continent does not have the power to produce large quantities of food for an overgrown population, and food shortages applaud the struggle.

With suspicion and dissatisfaction with the state on them, insurgents with a great name are formed.

Ethnic strife, strife over land, and rebellion produce endless chain reactions of hatred, and no end can be found.

The people involved just mourn and grieve for their own weakness......

In comparison, there seems to be no discrimination and no war in Galem.

"Everyone, happy? Is there no dispute here?

……

It was a pure question.

Stop eating bread and stare at your father.

"... what about that? … Princess, check with its eyes, think well"

……

My father, who had taught me everything until now, told me to think about it myself, all this time.