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

It only took a little while for me to be recognized as the Princess of Frezier, but with your father and my powers, it wasn't that difficult.

During the preparation, with western immigrants and rebels on my side, and with some of the people in the royal palace on my side, I returned to the royal palace I miss.

The king who was tyrannical lost his temper when I appeared in the royal palace, and I am lifted as a holy princess around the general.

I did not condone the king.

Because he was my real father, but my father in me was certainly just one “father."

In the royal palace, they almost assassinated me, but not just me anymore, but with the power of the Spirit to fight back.

It also distinguished me as more than a person.

I fully understood and learned how to summon the Eighth and Ninth Commandments some time after I came back to Frezier.

Has the awareness that it is the hope of the people, the next queen, the Holy Girl, been conveyed to the Spirit?

Or did the spirits recognize the dreamy desire that existed in me one by one, "to create a country where the immigrants of the west and the people of the east can coexist”?

Either way, it was in Galem without it now...

When the revolt breaks out, he goes there and exposes himself to a glowing appearance dressed in spiritual armor, swords and clothing.

When troops such as Frejsta and Chamberlain attack in, they go to contested places, show their strength, and settle disputes.

By doing so, people all knew I existed. I burned my figure in my eyes.

Dropped the weapon.

Believing this figure to be the “Holy Girl” of hope sent by God, he began to call it “Princess Vine” again from light purple hair and wrapped light.

That's how I saw as many battlefields as I could.

Hearing the voices of those who were wounded, he did not turn away from those who were going to die, but took his hand and spoke.

"Oh... Princess Vine..."

"It's Princess Vine..."

To those who weep at my appearance, I have sworn.

Immigrants in the west, people in the east, they want to create a country where everyone can live happily ever after.

The figure of "Princess Vine” is an idol.

A young girl is about to change this confused world with the power of breaking and the beauty of wrapping light around her.

That alone, the people did not consider me just a princess, but sought to worship, honor, and believe.

That was too heavy a role for a young girl, but this was my weapon, something that accelerated and held back my ideals.

About 1,000 years ago.

Kingdom of Frezil

Satima: Thirteen.

"I... wow...“ concubine "!"

……

"I…" concubine ”is the First Princess of the Kingdom of Frezier, Satima Frezisto Frezier!

"... you don't have to say it so strongly at the end of the story"

The concubine welcomes me... "my” country. My concubine is so happy!!... "Bye"! "

"... correctly 'concubines are sincerely happy'... I don't need them afterwards"

"Ugh... difficult." "

"Correct"

We were having such an exchange between us.

Sit in a large chair, hanging your legs out and pointing your lips. Ugh, the father who changes and refrains from my side, fixes my words once and for all.

Your father had already become a senior official in the kingdom of Frezil.

I was in the process of modifying my tone to look like a princess just to keep it dignified.

What a nostalgic archbishop of the Holy Ashes to refrain from stepping down the steps and watch our exchanges with laughter.

I really want to jump out of a chair like this and take the Archbishop's hand and jump a little.

But he said it's important to be dignified.

Your father is glaring a little behind you.

Dear "Princess Vine"... please accept this "

What the Archbishop brought from the sanctuary was a thick long cane with a pattern.

He came from the sanctuary with it when he found out that I was called "Princess Vine” and that I was standing on the table of the world and quenching disputes.

An artifact that was ruled by the Holy Land of Vabilofos, the "Order of the Virgin King”.

"I'm sure that will help Princess Vine achieve her ideals. Because artifacts are for the great cause of the Demon King class."

The Archbishop of Holy Ashes told me so and offered me his staff.

The moment I receive it, I breathe in the sophisticated magic that has been passed down carefully.

This was the tool for making the world recognize and carve my existence as more “Princess Vine”.

"... hey father... what is the Demon King class?

When I was alone with your father in the room, I asked insignificantly.

Because when this word came out of the Archbishop of Holy Ashes, I felt that your father's heart had been disturbed only slightly.

"I'm talking about those with magic numbers over a million mg... and I hear that the three great demon kings of the past were too"

"And the Archbishop of the Holy Ashes?

"... yes"

"... then what about your father?

To this question, your father creases between his eyebrows and answers nothing.

"Your father doesn't know his name, so he can't see the magic numbers."

"... I know. I have no name."

"Father, do you really not have a name?

"... once, maybe there was. But I forgot it a long time ago."

……

I didn't know what your father meant.

I wonder if a name is something I forget. It's weird.

When I looked up at your father all the time, I looked at him like I'd never seen far away, but very close.

I don't know what you're thinking, not at all at this time.

That's why I realized there must be something special here.

"Father."

Somehow, I hug you all the time on your father's hips. It's as sweet as it was when I was little.

Your father caresses his head with a faceless expression.

I really liked the moment but his expression was more complicated then usual.

"Maybe you should stop thinking of me as my father."

To his words, which I told him to grumble, let me blink my eyes, and eventually mumble.

"Why!"

"... because I'm back in the royal palace.“ You ”are a princess, a princess. The next queen."

"It won't matter!!

Raise your hands and call.

But your father cut back calmly.

"That's not true. And... the princess is thirteen more. We're too close to being parents and kids..."

……

For the first time since I was told, I noticed. It was too shocking.

Surely your father is still very young, as if he wasn't much older.

Within the royal palace, I can also hear you scorning your father for being a grown-up who used me, but among some women officials, he is rumored to be a beautiful blonde.

But surely, Father, I don't care how you look at it, I'm in my mid-twenties, and I feel that's no different than when I first met him at a very young age.

It's been over ten years since then.

"So, but...... my father is just your father!!

I thought something was wrong.

But I regretted losing the confusion and giving up on your father as not your father.

I did turn thirteen. I'm not a little princess who can't do anything old.

But your father's daughter forever.

"Doesn't your father think you're my daughter anymore?

Asking in tears, your father's face looked up seemed no more complicated, and I got scared to hear his reply and popped out of the room before he opened his mouth.

I don't know why it would be good if your father would turn you away now that all sorts of things are burdening you and attacking your body... there was such pain.

Unconsciously, he was headed to the Archbishop.

It was salvation for me that the Archbishop had come to me without a presence that I could rely on other than your father in the royal palace.

Upon visiting the room, the Archbishop was reading Vabilofos's thick book.

"Princess Vine, you've been here a lot"

……

"Sit down and have some tea."

The Archbishop closes the book and rises. The spirits taught me, how you already knew I was coming here.

Tea and sweets are available on the desk.

"... were you crying?

"I had a fight with your father."

"It's... unusual"

I sat in a chair, had a little tea and settled down.

"Archbishop... you know, I need to ask you something"

"... don't you have to talk that way?

"Ugh, the Archbishop is mean. That's the official way to talk!

"Ha, you look great."

The Archbishop grins.

That's what he thinks.

Your father doesn't praise me very much, but the Archbishop always praises me.

Father...

"You know, Archbishop.... your father's real name, you know?

"Collector's... Name?

Was my question unexpected, the Archbishop repeats the content of the inquiry.

"Father, you forgot your name. I don't know why."

……

The Archbishop said something once and stopped.

A little later, he asked me this question.

"Does Princess Vine know why I call him a“ retriever ”?

"... no?

"So what's the role of the Demon King class?

"No, this is the first day I've ever heard of the Demon King class."

"... Really?"

With that said, yes.

I never thought about why the Archbishop of Holy Ashes called your father a “retriever”.

You must have wondered when you were little, because at some point it was commonplace.

"He usually lives by a pseudonym, but that's certainly not his real name. It must be true that he has forgotten his name...... He doesn't have a choice to reset. … we just have to build up everything and go."

……

"We forget everything, even our names, and say we can reset..."

To the words the Archbishop began to speak, I chimp camp.

But I stopped eating sweets because I felt something sad, not least, from the words of the Archbishop.

"Tell me more about your father, Archbishop"

……

"I don't know anything."

I thought I should know. Otherwise I don't know the reason for your father's, seemingly complicated look at me.

The Archbishop seems to have been wondering for a while if he should tell me that.

But he gives me a serious look, and I'll talk to him in time.

"A“ long premise ”is essential to talk about him... Are you sure?

So to begin with, he told me more about the mythology of this world.

And also about why a place called Vabilofos is called the Holy Land.

Once, when the world had only “chaos”, “sky” and “earth", and "love”.

I was summoned to a world where nine children had just been made.

That's the first god. First, Demon King class.

of those of us over millions of mg, the first appearance.

They worked together in a world of nothing, built the world as they wished, made creatures, and in so doing, made nations.

The God of men and women, in love, became husband and wife, and some annexed the kingdom.

But all of a sudden, the dispute is thrown in with the golden apple.

The world was plunged into chaos by one God, and the war of the gods began.

"In the history of the table, we call it the Battle of the Giants (Giganto Magilliva), but according to the literature left in Vabilofos, the gods created a giant“ magical golem ”and used it as a tool of contention."

"... golem?

"I would also call it an artificial organism. Made of a variety of materials and reflecting their characteristics?"

……

It's like, a fairy tale monster.

I'll think of it, but I can't even imagine.

Apparently the gods then destroyed the world and finally realized their sins where nothing was gone.

We rebuilt the world and applied various “laws” to prevent this from ever happening again.

We created a reincarnation mechanism to keep the gods from reigning in the world for a long time.

"It is good to say that what is called the Demon King class is immortal because of its magic. In the world, besides the Demon King class, there are historical greats who were called heroes, but what they didn't get, even if they wanted to, is" time ”. I couldn't get the time I needed to change the world... But the Demon King class has it. So you can be the demon king that changes the world."

"... Demon King"

"However, if we interfere too long in the living world, the demon kings will always meet and align somewhere. Then there will surely be another quarrel… that's what the first gods thought… of the nine gods who set up the existence to kill the great demon king."

……

"That's what they call a retriever."

"... of your father, you mean?

At first, I understood that it was “father” and “retriever”.

Just a little sense of the Archbishop's emotions.

"Vabilofos is the place to keep the remains of the demon kings at the helm of the great tree. The retrievers will kill those in the Demon King class who thought they had played enough roles already and bring the remains to the Holy Land. A thousand years ago, so were the three great demon kings. Well... the big explosion in the west didn't seem to recover the body of the Red Witch."

"Maybe... your father was there a thousand years ago?

"That's right. He will surely appear in the time of the existence of the Demon King class. A thousand years ago... yes, they called him" The Legendary Brave. "

"... brave man"

Naturally, I know it exists.

It's a famous story in Mayday, and brave men are heroes.

But for some reason, I felt very, very sad.

To say that your father is a collector, one day I will also be killed by your father...?

But it wasn't that sad that I came to think of it.

I thought about your father's heart that had to be done, and it made me suffer.

I knew at a young age how cruel your father's presence was.

It was easy to understand because someone far inside me must have already understood.

I guess I just remembered that feeling.

"It won't be impossible for a collector to forget his name. He has all his memories in just one soul and lives a long time. Death is not a relief to him. It is not a reset. It's only one of the steps you need to take to kill the next Demon King. Crossing the boundaries of the world, crossing into different worlds, just making and preparing stocks of flesh, waiting a thousand years. Discuss the unpredictable demon kings' behavior in many patterns.... that much preparation fails. Like the Red Witch thing a thousand years ago, for example."

The Archbishop of Holy Ashes took the example of the Red Witch a thousand years ago and continued.

"... collectors rarely talk about themselves, but I once said that my life was a" succession of failures ”.... I should have done it, I can tell later that I should have done it this way, and I will never know then. Because in a hundred years, a thousand years, two thousand years from now, it will come out. Originally, such“ after-effects ”are not carried by a person. Any hero is a great sinner, and if he dies, he can forget everything and throw it away.... but he can't do it. If you repeat the reincarnation with your memory, the result will fall on you, again, to the demon king you should kill…"

……

I knew what the Archbishop meant.

Now is the time for results.

There was a great explosion a thousand years ago, a time of chaos.

But I shook my body and wept at the vastness of what your father held, as small as it seemed in history.

The archbishop stopped by me and placed his hand on his shoulder, seeming distressed.

"Excuse me.... maybe it was really something I should have told you a little later"

"... yeah, what I heard"

"Rest assured... Princess Vine is trying to walk correctly. You're still young, but you look fine. The reclaimer will want a long reign for you. When the collector says he's going to kill the Demon King class, he's going to kill us because we're“ people. ”It's still a long way off. Instead, for too long in life, we want to die one by one… then he will lend us a hand"

……

Then what about your father?

Who will save your father?

If your father's presence is a treatment for being a "man” in our Demon King class, what the hell is your father?

When the hell does your father say he's going to be released?

from this world (Mayday).

From us……

The logic of the world that I learned at this time would radically change my values.

As the Archbishop of Holy Ashes was a good understander of your father from a position leading to the sanctuary, I also strongly wanted to be one who recognized and believed in your father's presence.

Even if one day he kills me...

I become more intense and want to fulfill my ideals.

I understood that it was "Princess Vine”, along with the artifact in my hand, in a true sense.

I don't know when.

But if your father's going to kill you after all the big work, then you must think that was a good life.