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.

The person was the most “refreshing” and “humane” person I have ever been.

"Hey, Grandma. Does my knee hurt?"

"No, no. Thanks to the bishop, I'm perfectly well."

"Right. If anything happens again, you can tell me. If you're feeling better, adore your grandson.... Then do as Vabilofos wills"

"Oh... thank you... oh, thank you, Bishop of the Sanctuary"

Even though some pure tone and its clergy-like sacred outfits seemed disproportionate, he was known by everyone in this Garem, and trusted and counted on by everyone.

A young man with short gray hair and blue and green eyes who looks no different from his father.

Even now that we had come to ask him to the slightly obsolete streets, he still spoke to the old immigrant lady in the west and watched how things were going.

"Hey... Holy Ashes"

"Hmm? Ahhhh, isn't that a" retriever "!! Long time no see, hasn't it been thirty years? No, no, no, how have you been?

When the man noticed his father, he dew the joy of reunion, and sneered closer and slapped his father on the shoulder with a pomp, taking his hand.

I thought, though small, how bright and loving this guy is, even though he's been fighting all these days and everyone's tingling.

"... a messenger from the Patriarchate said you were here."

"Oh. I can't stay in the peaceful south, etc.... because I haven't finished my work yet. Don't worry, I can't even get into the coffin. Ha ha."

……

"Oh, what about that girl over there?

The man, called “Holy Ashes," noticed me hiding behind your father and called out.

He was a very gentle smile, trying to fit my gaze and cancer me.

I grabbed your father's clothes and left him alone a little.

I had nothing to do with anyone other than your father.

"She's... just like us"

"No way.... of Para Pusima?

"Oh."

"Was it? Finally, you found... this is rude"

They were having a strange conversation. A conversation I don't understand very well.

Though I was so awkward, a man named Holy Ashes, who noticed how it was, puts his hand on his own chest and names his name in a calm tone.

"I'm“ Estonia. "It's just Estonia, it's. I am a bishop in a country called the Vabel Nation on the southern continent. … some call it the Archbishop of Holy Ashes."

"... of Holy Ashes... Archbishop?

His name is his real name.

My eyes were reading the information, the magic numbers. I am amazed at the unusual numbers that are no different from my magic numbers.

This power came out on its own while traveling with your father, but it was the ability to be found by powerful witches and wizard women.

They use this power to make a name for themselves and to call anyone who reads fate a "name witch."

"Call it what you want"

"So... can I call you Archbishop?

"Yeah, sure."

"I... uh... uh"

I tried to name him, and accidentally looked up to your father.

I was wondering if I could say my name.

But your father said, "Give me your real name," so I'll re-divide it again.

"I, Satima. Satima Frégiste Frézier."

"... Frezier?

Hearing his name, the Archbishop sees Chirali and his father. He seems to be asking silently what's going on.

"Princess Satima is the first princess of the kingdom of Frezil."

"Ah... your father called my name!

……

"Unusual!"

"Princess, be quiet"

Your father taunts me, and I tie my mouth together.

When he saw how it was, the Archbishop blew out, let alone laughed out loud.

"Collector. Oh, you... are you replacing your father? Ha, I was even told you were outrageous and ruthless... heh, haha"

"... it would be more convenient to pretend to be a parent and child. The princess is something."

"It'll be good. It's funny. … we'd like to hear more indoors."

The Archbishop invited us to his own residence so as to avoid telling the stories that entered here.

He lived in a dirt-walled house just like ours.

Father, this man is a welcome person to go to any country, so he doesn't really need to live in a house like this.

But he dared to live in the same house as the western immigrants.

The house was simple, had little stuff, and was beautifully organized.

Only a lot of books were arranged on bookshelves.

"Princess, do you know the country of Vabel?

The archbishop served me a drink of sweet fruit and asked.

I looked at the father next door once and shook his head.

And don't hesitate to drink cocky and sweet drinks. I'm just like the bugs, I don't have eyes for sweet things.

"I guess that is. On the southern continent, it is a small state of the Vabilofos sect founded about seventy years ago. If I tell you, this is a country younger than Galem."

"But I know Vabilofos. 'Cause everyone's praying is decided to be a vabilophos. But what's a vabilofos?

"Vabilofos is about holy places, princess. At the same time, it's about the Holy Tree."

"Daiki?"

"Yep. During the founding of the Vabel nation, the great tree was hidden beneath the unseen earth of the people... but you are the one who makes sense to see that great tree. I'd love to have you on the southern continent someday."

"The Southern Continent......"

I have heard from your father before that the southern continent is a place of peace, free from strife.

I take the liberty of thinking of the southern continent as a paradise of the supreme.

"Father, may I one day, go to the southern continent!

……

Your father stopped his hand drinking tea.

I wondered what was wrong with me because I just looked a little bitter and replied, "Oh."

"Holy ash, how long will you be here"

"I'm still going to be here for a while. This country is a lot of trouble.... and you know it or the collector. I hear the top rebels lurking in Chamberlain are making strange moves. Something big might happen soon."

……

"So, what. Like what, you came all the way to me"

"... I want you to teach the princess white magic. She learned without difficulty until the Fifth Commandment..."

"Oh, I see. I cannot summon more than the Sixth Commandment. Collector, you can't teach from the Sixth Commandment either."

"... that's what I'm talking about"

The Archbishop was laughing at Couscous, checking my surroundings.

"Princess, would you like to introduce the adorable worm spirits around you in the appearance of the First Commandment summons?

"Yeah!"

I thought this man would see my Holy Spirit after all, and I was so happy that I raised my index finger and unfolded three demonic squares, giving myself to the Spirits.

"First precept summons! Fiphona, Magnolissa, Frya, show yourself!

Butterfly Spirit Fiphona.

Beetle Spirit Magnolissa.

Dragonfly Spirit Frya.

They're all so cute, my spirits.

But we're all a little shy, so try to hide behind a cup of drinks.

I can see half of it. Because I can see half of it.

"Oh, this is... All aligned, all bugs."

"I smell honey from my body, Archbishop. That's why the bugs are coming!

"I see. You're like a tree with honey"

"Yes, it is. We're all gonna stick together."

The Archbishop nodded, yes. Then continue.

"Do you see my Holy Spirit? Princess."

"The Spirit of the Archbishop......?

Mm-hmm. I look around, but there's no sign of a spirit.

Jump right off the chair, look under the desk, look at the gap in the tans, look out the window.

But he's nowhere.

The Archbishop is laughing.

Your father is as usual.

"I'm not here..."

I was so disappointed that I came back to my original place.

"Well, shall I show you?"

The Archbishop develops countless demonic squares around him.

Just looking at it, I don't know how many it was.

The spirits who just appeared around the Archbishop were all human figures, and I was surprised to round my mouth to see if I was unexpected.

From the left, a girl with black shortcut hair, who looks about my age.

A decorative hat is crowned, carrying a square box on his back.

Next, a big man in good physical shape with water colored hair.

A bearded surface, wrapped in scaly armor.

In the middle, a sister with a single threesome of vermilion hair.

He wraps a thin cloth coat and carries beautiful bird feathers on his back.

On the far right, a man with white hair and long golden eyes.

He sits quietly with the cuffs of his long clothes together.

Everyone was somewhere different from my spirits.

I feel like something fundamental is all different than what I say, but I don't know what it is.

"Wow... these are the spirits of the Archbishop? Second Commandment Summoner figure?

"Yep. From left, Blacksea turtle bractata, Ethereal dragon blue wingham, Red bird phenyxis, White beast Cuviro. But this human form is what they call the basis of the Great Quartet Spirit."

"The Great Quartet Spirit?

"He lived hidden in the sanctuary, a symbol of the direction of the Quartet, a special divine beast with double elements"

"Wow, that sounds awesome."

"Heh, heh, heh, heh. They're amazing."

The Archbishop is good at something.

He seems to believe very much in the power of the Great Quartet Spirit.

"They are divine beasts, but at the same time they think of themselves as people. So when I call you this way, you're pissed off if it's not a basic Second Commandment summons. … If you dare to return one…"

The archbishop patted his fingers.

Expand the four magic formations.

Then the four of them made noises with Bohun, and became little black turtles, little pale snakes, red little birds, and white puppies.

In an adorable way, I unwittingly step out of my chair and close to everyone. Then, people get used to them, unlike my spirits, they come right over and try to sweeten us first.

"This is what happens. This won't keep you dignified."

"Dignity..."

I hold all the little ones back and unexpectedly look at your father.

But your father just keeps an eye on us and doesn't try to tell us anything special.

I just tried to find out what the Archbishop wanted to say.

I know it's important that your father doesn't tell me it's time to think and try to find out for himself.

"Princess, it's about knowing your spirits well. And you have to let the Spirit know better about himself. The appearance of the Sixth Commandment or above is tantamount to embodying the unknown possibilities of the Spirits. This is a summoning method that can't be accomplished except“ we ”. It is not just to say that those who are not in the Demon King class cannot summon more than the Sixth Commandment, no matter how good or how hard they try, because nothing is magical enough. Because we cannot match the figure of the Spirit above the Sixth Commandment with the surgeon himself."

"... a match?

"Yes. In order to catch up with it, you must first be recognized as equivalent to the Spirit. Be ambitious and strive."

……

The archbishop stepped out of his chair and knelt before me, his gaze with those two colors aligned with my gaze, his hands on his shoulders and made him say and listen.

"Encourage me, princess. Spirit magic is the magic of“ equality ”. … the spirits must be“ waiting "for you"

Later on, the words will greatly influence my connection with the Spirits and the way I think about white magic.

But these days, the spirits on my side were honestly worried about what it meant to be waiting for me.