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, eleven.

I'm getting used to life in Galem a little bit too.

"Ah, Grandma!

I bought some flat bread and was walking down a street with a West immigrant neighborhood.

Previously, an old woman whose archbishop was watching was out of the house and dried soybeans, as usual.

"Grandma, give me a bag of soy!

"Oh, don't use it."

"Yeah! These breads and soybeans are souvenirs! Take it to the Archbishop."

"Well, yeah. Tell the Archbishop I say hello. The Archbishop always helps me. He takes care of me."

"The Archbishop is sweet."

"Of course. There are no such wonderful people in this world..."

That's what the old woman said, handing me a bag of soybeans.

At the archbishop's place, make soup with soybeans powdered.

Eat that with flat bread. It was a classic meal around here.

Your father used to leave his house at noon to work, and I was teaching white magic at the Archbishop's.

"I'm sorry...... it's just soy, but you pay so much for it"

The old lady seemed sorry for the price that was twice what it normally cost.

Even though it's double the price, it's mostly taxes, and for people doing business, nothing will change their earnings.

Rather, just doing business costs taxes, so the western immigrants may not have enough money to live in this country as long as they do.

"It's okay. Your father is so amazing. They always make a lot of money. Also, I'm gonna go get my grandma some soy!

"Hey, thanks."

The old woman turned her tenuous closing eyes hard towards this one and smiled nicely.

That's when I hear yelling from the side of the alley down the street, and I jump up unexpectedly.

Grandma rose in a panic, changing the serene expression she had had had so far, and went towards you.

I'll follow you, too.

"Fuck you, muddy water on us in the western immigrants' minute!

There, a little boy was being kicked like a kick ball by two grown men while holding a bean selling cage in his chest.

There was a big puddle on the side, and the boy probably kicked it and muddy water on the man.

The beans are scattered all over it.

The old woman at the bean shop screams "ahhh," and stops by the child with her bumpy feet.

"Oh, forgive me. Forgive my grandson."

The old woman just apologizes for no reason, trying to shelter the child and hugging him.

But the men never stopped kicking the two of them. Rather than being angry, it seems like he enjoys kicking it as a snack.

The men have no bracelets, and the old women and boys have bracelets that are a testament to Western immigrants.

Because it is a residential street of immigrants in the west, there are many people around who have worn bracelets in the same way, but no one tries to stop it.

……

I've seen these occasions better than ever.

That's when your father said, "Don't get deeply involved," and made me stop trying to get into a stop without thinking about it.

Here the people of the east are the top priority, and it is common for them to see and be irrationally violenced or bullied, your father says.

People in the east like that, by looking down at immigrants in the west and waging violence, are soaking up a sense of superiority and clearing up their daily depression.

As much as I stopped once, your father was careful not to harm me by saying that nothing fundamental would change.

But then it's no different than the people I'm just watching here.

Besides, you don't have a father now.

I kept my bread wrapped and shouted impatiently for my anger.

"Stop!! Why would you do that!?

I noticed a tall voice, and the men said, "Ah?" and look down on me.

"It's worse to kick people than to muddy water!!

"What is this kid? You're a busy western immigrant..."

A big man grabs and lifts the clothes on my neck.

I floated lightly.

But I wasn't scared of these men.

"You guys are crazy. What the hell is so fun about doing this!

"Ugh, you're a kid!! Yeah, you're going against us because of the immigrants in the west!!

The big man who was squeezing me up threw as he tried to slap me to the ground.

Everyone was everywhere, screaming a small scream. Naturally I get my whole body slapped to the ground and feel so painful.

Your father had forbidden magic in public, but he told me that I could use it to protect myself in times of need.

But I didn't think it was a good time, and I got up frightened.

I was a very sturdy kid.

"It doesn't hurt. You're one little girl like me, a stick of a puppet who can't be bullied satisfactorily. I'm just a bully with a big body! People who are ashamed of you adults!!

"Hey, what a fucking kid!!

I guess a little girl like me has never resisted us like this before, or stood up and said she hated us.

The men are frightened, in words, that is, not to mention, they wave up their fists.

I didn't move off the spot, so the big man beats me up and blows me away.

I could see the bread I had hitting the dirt wall every wrap and falling to the ground.

"You guys!! What the hell are you doing!!

The soldiers of the country came when they heard the noise.

But when he finds out that the East is just bullying the West's children, he tries to make it seem like it's not even a big deal, and he just tells the big men, "Well, leave it there."

Instead, he had a slight and unpleasant grin and looked down at the dirty old lady and her grandson boy.

"Hey, 3-14... with that said, you know you're behind on taxes last month"

"Shit, I already paid... last month... but"

The old woman answers with a trembling voice as she sits back.

But one soldier looks outraged and slaps the old woman with the part of the spear stick in her hand.

"Shut up! You defy what we say!! If you don't pay now, it's the" Iron Tower ”send!!

3-14 is the street and house number.

And the “tower of iron" the soldier spoke of is the tall tower on the north side of the royal palace.

I heard that the western immigrants who kept defaulting on taxes, the sinners of the western immigrants, would be taken there and put to work forever. They went there, and no one came back.

"Nevertheless, I don't think it helps to go to that place, losing such a death"

"My grandson will be going instead of my grandmother... haha"

To the words of the soldiers, the old woman at the bean shop begs, "Please don't do that".

One soldier said, "Then pay your taxes!," he shouted, trying to kick the old woman and the child. I can't stand up after being beaten, I just move my mouth "stop".

The soldier flipped over as he hit his swinging leg against something hard when he heard a voice go through to speak for my voice like that.

I can see it. The old woman and boy were protected by the likes of tortoises.

A shadow that was made to cover me.

Looking up while falling, it belonged to the Archbishop of Holy Ashes.

He can speak to the soldiers in a calm voice with majesty and depth of sight.

"Come on. I know you're taking extra taxes and putting them into your own."

"Who is it? This little guy is making a mistake..."

A magnificent soldier rushes to stop and step forward to show a pulled grin and wriggle his hand as the young soldier was about to catch on to the archbishop with much younger momentum.

"Let... the Holy Ashes... Archbishop... this has shown you an ugly place"

"No excuses.... You know, I know all the places where you abuse your weakness, Vabilofos. You'll never miss it."

"Oh, that... meh..."

……

"Ha"

Pressured by the silent pressure of the Archbishop, both the soldiers and the chimps who had originally been there all left blue-scattered.

Around him comes the archbishop and he raises his voice in relief, helping old women and boys, and purposefully expressing his dissatisfaction with those in the east and with soldiers in the country.

"Are you okay?"

The Archbishop held me down.

"It's such a heck of a thing. I was just a little naughty."

"I'm not saying that's a heck of a lot, but normally,"

"Better than me, Grandma and look at that girl, Archbishop. … you must be having a very hard time."

I laughed once and tried to make the Church look safe.

But the strong grin did not last long, and I grabbed the strap of his bishop's clothing, diagonal from shoulder to shoulder, distorting his face to remorse.

……

"... princess?

To tears that wore out and fell away, the Archbishop stares at me with a hazy, complicated look.

I think I regretted it.

I don't care about my body pain. It is also difficult to put reasons into words and line them up.

I just couldn't help but regret it.

It was a regret I had never felt before.

The spirits of worms dancing around me whispered as they comforted me, wrapping a slightly purple scaly powder.

Don't ever forget that little thought.

The Archbishop magically cured the injury of an old woman and her grandson boy, as I wished, before taking me back to my home.

"Oh, this is terrible"

"... Yikes"

"Surface wounds are healing..."

I am sitting in a chair and the Archbishop is watching me from across the street for injuries.

The battered cheeks were red and swollen.

There were also a few broken baby teeth that were originally ragged.

The pain of beating his whole body to the ground and hitting him hard comes out now.

The Archbishop put his hand on my cheek and began to apply healing magic.

"I could stand it because I was a princess. If just a kid gets hit like this, that's what's gonna hurt him worse."

"All of them, why don't you just leave me alone?

"Princess, you're bleeding out of your mouth, so don't talk"

Eventually, the pain withdrew.

From the mouth, throat, back, arms, hips, feet... that way, as it flows, the pain escapes from the toes of the feet.

It was a moment of things.

More powerful than self-healing in the body, it heals quickly.

"Huh. Awesome. The boulder is the archbishop!

I don't know anyone who can use healing magic so easily. Even your father can't do this.

Upon raising his admiration, the Archbishop smiled in a hospitable manner.

"... to the princess too, you will be able to do so soon"

"Perhaps you can use healing magic much better than Estonia"

I tried to interrupt from the side, and Tarta pinched my mouth.

You look like a girl about my age, wearing a decorative hat, but the truth is, Spirit of the Black Sea Turtle.

The Archbishop received Tarta's brought clean cloth and wiped the blood running down the edge of my mouth.

……

And the Archbishop becomes a serious face, gazing at me, as usual.

He always tries to fit his gaze into the same place with anyone when he tells important stories.

No matter how weak and small. To Tarta.

"Princess...... You deplored, regretted and wept the emptiness of the status quo in an attempt to save the Western immigrants who can be abused today. That thought will make you important in the future…"

"Important...... stuff?

"Yes. To be honest, such sights are commonplace on this eastern continent. The western immigrants are already used to it, apologizing even if they are not bad, and just being taken away. Nobody tries to help, and they don't. Even if“ hypocrites "temporarily help us, the same thing happens again and again, and it never ends..."

hypocrites, the Archbishop said only with a little emphasis.

It's as if you're saying you are. It seemed that way to me.

You can't change anything for yourself, and it seems like you're being sarcastic.

"... Is the Archbishop a hypocrite?

……

It was a question that popped up.

Though I don't really know what the word hypocrite means either, if they would have understood it.

The archbishop had a slightly more definite look on his face. That's a very unusual look.

Keep your eyes open in different colors and stare at me.

"The Archbishop is not helping everyone. Grandma at the bean shop said the Archbishop had helped her a lot. He said there were no such wonderful people. Even your father trusts the Archbishop. Everybody loves the Archbishop, don't they? It's amazing."

"... Princess"

The archbishop flowed diagonally down the gaze he was matching and smiled like trouble.

"With that said, the“ retriever ”said. The princess said she would be enlightened."

……

The Archbishop continued to whine.

"… I sometimes find my chosen position teething and hard to live with"

"Why?"

"Because I am a" saint ”. You have to be an example to whom.... It is never painful to do everything for and serve others. But then I realized somewhere that I couldn't change anything. People who can change things don't just do“ good things. "

……

"Everyone sees and understands that in times of evil, the world must have come together. Conversely, it is too hard to tell what is wrong and what is good in this day and age..."

I somehow understood that what the Archbishop of Holy Ashes said about "evil” was about the Black Demon King and the Red Witch a thousand years ago.

In those days, I only remembered a little when your father said that the world was still in an easier shape to understand than it is today while the Demon King existed.

After this incident, I master the sixth and seventh commandments of Spirit Magic without difficulty.

I will continue my life in Galem and my training in white magic for a while, but at one point the Archbishop is called to the messenger of the sanctuary and leaves Galem in a hurry.

I missed you, but the Archbishop told me I would be back again, and I dropped off the Archbishop.

But we never met again in Galem.

The times were still in an unpredictable upheaval.