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

The premature death of the Demon King class would also be one consequence of plunging the world into chaos.

I have sinned.

I regretted and cried, and was tormented to a great extent by the body that was eroded by the curse.

I was ashamed of my own stupidity for easily forgiving my heart to such a man.

Most importantly, it's hard to let your father down.

What a stupid daughter I was. I can't believe I could easily lose the life I got help with in this way.

When I said, "I want to have a meaningful death," your father put everything in place.

That was a real certainty, a cruel way to die.

But it seemed to me to be a salvation, much more than a gentle way of dying that made no sense.

"Sorry."

Your father was in my room, just saying one thing, that's what he said.

Bring death closer and lay on the floor before me.

He was pale, but couldn't be less spicy.

The look on his face was something that always seemed complicated, and even at a time like this, I missed my childhood when the two of us traveled together.

"Why does“ Father ”apologize? It's all a result of the concubine."

"... not my father anymore. You can't be my father when this happens."

"Hehe."

Even at a time like this, your father won't let me call you my father anymore.

I missed my gaze, and I suggested one thing to him.

"Then let's give it a name."

"... there is a pseudonym."

"It's not. The concubine will name it."

……

Your father had a slightly surprised look, like he didn't show much.

I am a name witch and have given names to children born on the battlefield.

But with my eyes, I can't know anything about this man's magic numbers.

What has this man ever done, lost and gained? I don't even know that.

But I can imagine.

The concubine was out of bed, and stood before her father, and touched his cheek.

"I'm sorry. Your hands are annoying me.... all the time, I've suffered."

……

Can I say something like this...

Though I thought so, I uttered words acknowledging the mistakes of far-sighted promises.

"Pathetic."

……

"You are so pathetic. I forget everything about myself while I remember everything...... Then I'll give it a name. Let's acknowledge its existence."

All this time, I've been thinking.

Somewhere, this man said, he seemed like a ghost with no feet on the ground.

Even though he was on the side, he said he was vague enough to be convinced of it, even if he disappeared at some point.

Why.

Because this person is not the only one. Nobody makes him a person.

Only we will always be saved.

If I can't call you Father, I wish I had another name.

Because a name is a unique tool that causes others to acknowledge its existence.

"Golden Hair... Blue Eyes..." Recoverer "... Holy Land... Promise..."

I traced a handful of information to this man.

Look straight at him and wish to give him the most perfect name.

Even if it's not a recognized name for this Mayday, it would be nice if someone else could recognize him...

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……

"If you don't like it, change it. The concubine likes to sound.... somehow, I saw your face and it came out softly"

"... no"

"You don't like that?

"No... that's not what I meant"

He did not deny the name. Although I didn't even affirm it.

Well, it doesn't seem to be as bad as dying. I can tell somehow.

"Then Cannon......, you are Cannon. In that name… the greatest happiness to you"

……

"Hehe, Cannon. It's Cannon."

It doesn't make any sense, I call it a name.

If what he gives me is the best death, what I can leave him is the best name.

I am grateful to him, for example, whether the “canon” saved me, kept me alive, and raised me for just a duty.

I think of him as a family and I have affection.

I want you to know that.

About 1,000 years ago.

Kingdom of Frezil

Satima, sixteen.

The best death the recoverer Kanon had led was to tailor and execute Princess Vine as a sinner.

But it must obviously look like a "conspiracy”.

The march north proceeded over the murder of Prince Roland, and the country was rough with no place for western immigrants.

So create the lie that it was actually “Vine Princess” who killed Prince Roland, and shape it to be blamed by the previous Kings who neglected Vine Princess.

It was all on our palms, but on the face of it is a scenario in which Princess Vine is pushed into execution in various ways.

The former king would gladly execute his daughter, Princess Vine. I knew that.

Behind you, however, the Archbishop moves, communicating the will of Princess Vine to the western immigrant rebels and to the general side of the country.

This is the plan after the execution of Princess Vine.

Princess Vine was executed for conspiracy by the former king.

Prince Roland, in fact, was killed by the former Kings, and Princess Vine was clothed with his sins.

If such rumors were known to the masses, the spearhead of anger that had been directed at immigrants in the west would be directed at the Royal Palace of Frezier, which executed Princess Vine.

If the will of the people goes that way, it will all be a play on Canon's prepared stage.

General Side joins hands with the rebels to launch a revolution.

The people gathered in the name of Princess Vine will unite by the death of the Holy Girl in front of the same enemy, both the eastern ones and the western immigrants.

I wonder if the Blue General didn't think that Princess Vine would eventually choose the path to be executed as a sinner either.

It's terribly cruel as a young girl's end, but in the sense of putting behind her enemies, it was no more of a choice.

The concubine was Canon's suggestion, accepting the plan.

I thought that was all I had, and that was what I thought was the big deal.

I still remember the day of the execution.

On the night before I couldn't have slept, I said goodbye to each of the insects I had signed up for.

In the morning, he tied his hair with a decorative string he used to wear when he was a little girl and wore it in the clothes of a sinner.

I looked in the mirror and said sarcasm toward the mole that lingers on my neck muscle.

You can't kill me. Before that, I passed away. Different things.

I told the "Blue General” himself, who was not supposed to be on the other side of the mole.

“Princess Vine” can't beat you. You're the one to lose, he said.

Then he leaves the cell in grandeur and comes to the square where many citizens gather, standing on the cutting edge.

I thought the view from there was much wider and clearer than I had ever seen.

He looked horrible and limp, but he was amazingly grand without ever showing trembling.

"Finally, say the word"

Whoever is sentenced to Guillotine is given the right to utter the last word.

That, too, was necessary in the plan.

I turn to the people and say short words.

"I'll see you around. Until then, protect the ideal land of the concubine."

The people, who knew the concubine was about to be killed under a conspiracy, wept at the words and cried out to stop the execution.

But the soldiers hold back the popular uprising.

Staring into the waves of noisy and moving people, I unconsciously searched for a father who was supposed to be somewhere in the crowd...... Cannon.

I haven't seen him since he was locked up.

At least for the last time, I wanted to see your face.

……

Cannon stood in that crowd in a dark colored coat.

I can tell right away.

Once I gazed at him, I smiled small.

Instead of crying, Kanon didn't change one expression. As usual, it's a pale Buddha top surface.

I was there to see my end, never to lose sight of it.

I've been chasing Canon with my eyes for a while, but I try to get the soldiers to urge me to stay in position on the guillotine.

"Goodbye... Father"

I shrugged in a small voice that nobody could hear.

I'll see you again... Until then, protect my ideal land of concubines...

The word is never directed solely at the people.

Would Cannon have known that?

If we're going to repeat the reincarnation, maybe me and your father will see each other again somewhere.

But maybe that's hard for your father.

If there is an afterlife, I definitely want to see you again. But there's no next time.

Please, please be happy...

I hope your father doesn't have to go on raw that's just painful.

At the time of death, I had dreams about the purpose of the next era.

That, at noon in the fall.

The falling sound of a sharp blade lingered as an aftertaste in a square that was instantly quiet.

Princess Vine was sentenced to beheading in Guillotine and died.

It's a body that didn't originally die of a curse anytime. There was no pain in the blink of an eye. Rather, it was a comforting end to say that the pain had pulled off.

Later, the execution was called the “loss of light” and allegedly triggered a "Great East-West Revolution” involving Frezier and the surrounding states.

After the death of Princess Vine, it was General Rom of the Royal Palace of Frezier who was responsible for the revolution, and it was the rebel leader who helped him.

Working behind it, of course, was Cannon and the Archbishop of St. Ashes.

Princess Vine is considered a symbol of this great revolution, and General Rom then takes the throne of Frezier, marries the surviving royal daughter and leaves the royal blood to this day.

While Princess Vine is a goddess of life, she can be said to have fully demonstrated the power of her name after her death.

Influential people seem to be available even after they die.

Perhaps there must have been a long and long feud, intense and ugly, unreadable from pale history that remains as letters.

But at the end of the feud, Frezier became a great power on the eastern continent and a strong nation that embraced western immigrants.

……

The feeling when you wake up from your dreams reminds you of reincarnation, after a fluffy, uncomfortable.

It's like dying again and being reborn.

"Wake up, are you awake... Princess Vine"

By his side the Archbishop was sitting in a chair, looking a hundred and eighty degrees different from what he had dreamed of.

The “concubine” has been in order for a while, but eventually brings consciousness back to reality.

"Oh, I'm surprised... Archbishop? I was dreaming about it in my previous life, so I was in a gap with the" before ”appearance..."

"Are you saying you were losing your word?"

"Oh, yeah"

The Archbishop seemed ill-decided. The face that seems healthy and popular in previous life is a backward evil person.

Apparently, he has a sense of consciousness as well, like, "Don't tell me about those shitty times" or something.

Hmmm...... either looks smarter back in the day......

"No. The Archbishop must have... chosen the path to live for himself. It must be."

I meant it in my heart, but it seemed to put it out in my mouth.

The Archbishop stood up and spread his hands over him.

"Ha... naturally! The way the Archbishop of Holy Ashes lived was very dull. I swore I'd never live for another person again, stupid mane. That's a pointless way of life, asshole. I've already made up my mind to live as I please! As a result, Imechen was very successful!!

He assures me.

I see. As a result, I made this kind of afterlife debut.

That was such a serial past life dream until earlier that you didn't even have time to soak up the aftermath because of the Archbishop...

……

As always, he was lying on the bed, and the concubine seemed to have healing magic.

"How long did the concubine sleep..."

"Half a day."

"... well. It doesn't seem to take long to remind boulders of only sixteen years."

"Fiphona and the power of silk?

When the Archbishop takes his name, the butterfly spirits Fifona and the silkworm spirits Cisilk show up and stop by the concubine's side.

"Oh. Fifona presides over sleep, and Cisilk presides over antiquity. By their power, the concubine saw past memories in her sleep..."

"It's amazing to look back on your previous life. I can't exactly imitate you."

"The Archbishop only looked ahead and said..."

The Archbishop's way of life is wonderful.

I live the opposite way from him a thousand years ago, to the point where I say this is still true.

"... Cannon... you weren't crying..."

Pompous, I shrugged.

It's the last thing I remember. He didn't cry when I was executed.

Even now, Cannon has gone far.

This is the first time in this era that I've learned, but it seems that the meaning and most importantly, of what he puts on everything, lies in the Red Witch and the Black Demon King.

As a matter of priority for Canon, he won't be in a lot of positions, such as a concubine.

The concubine nevertheless, on Canon's side, has established a cooperative relationship with him.

Nothing. That's good... so...

Only now, the only look on his face that didn't cry until the end, just glimpses the back of his brain.

The Archbishop didn't seem to understand the meaning of the concubine grumbling at first, but he seemed to have guessed in the meantime.

He frowned thinly, sat down in a chair and put his feet together.

"... that's not true, Princess Vine"

"... hmm?

"He... no..."

Scratch your head galloping, eventually, sigh.

The archbishop narrowed his eyes of different colors and said in a calm tone.

"It was at your place that he... showed up again at this Mayday and headed right for it. You must not forget that. Even he's saved by the name you gave him, by the hand you gave him."

"... Archbishop"

"He was crying. I've never seen a collector like that before.... I was just staring at Princess Vine's fallen neck and weeping quietly..."

……

Were you crying?

Cannon?

"Something strange..."

The words that came out were just a surprise.

It gets pompous. I can't even imagine.

Were you crying, Canon...

"... Princess Vine?

"Sleepy. You're sleepy...... I've been asleep until just now and I don't feel tired"

"While sleeping, it must be because I was using spiritual magic to rewind my memories. Fatigue should be more accumulating. Take some more time off."

"... what about the Archbishop? I guess I've been healing my concubine."

"Ha. Don't lick me. I'm working out. There's nothing like this!

"It's a boulder..."

The concubine blurred with a voice that seemed to disappear, keeping her eyes open.

The dragging sleeper invites the concubine to sleep deeper and deeper.

The concubine left herself to it, just breathed.

……

Kanon was crying...?

Why? Why?

When did that happen?

..................... why?

Suddenly, there were tears.