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

My name is Thor.

He was once called the Black Demon King.

"You're getting a little cold..."

of the western continent, came a long way back.

The western continent is basically supposedly full of warm land, but some land is just a little cooler if you go north.

The great explosion two thousand years ago in the first place resulted in a wide variety of climates on the land.

Well, to say it's cool is to say it's cool for me, and to Machia it's "cold! Maybe it will be."

Early in the morning, Machia was roaring firmly through the frosty, quiet coniferous groves.

"Samo ~ ~ Samo ~ Tor ~ Eh"

"What's“ cold ”? You're wearing people's coats. You came to Eyesmore in thin clothes for the Red Witch era. I remember you. You're okay."

".................. chi"

Machia puts a long black coat sleeve on her mouth, turns away and tongues her.

What was he going to rip off from me any more...

"You're such a bad witch to take that away from me when you just had a fever."

"The Red Witch is the worst witch. What are you gonna do if it's not bad?"

"Well said. If I fall, you'll worry about me dying... if I come with you before this, forget about the horny meal. Come on, it was cute. Yet..."

Looking down at Chirali and Machia.

Machia just said she'd forgotten about the time.

"You're too extreme. There's a difference between the Arctic and the Antarctic..."

"Really? You've been stopping by south lately?

"... don't say it yourself. Oh, my God. South side."

Machia laughed deeply "hehe".

You go in front of me, you step on the frost, you enjoy the sound.

Until now, I pretended to be a big, strong attitude, and some places were conceited, but these days, on the contrary, the place of freedom came forward, and the childishness is not noticeable.

Well, it doesn't make any difference that they're both Machias.

"Look, don't play, we're going through the woods. It's in the form of a roundabout, but if you get out of here, you'll see that research facility."

"Research facility...... hey"

Machia turns around and turns to me.

"Do you think we can make it this time?"

"... Come on. I don't know what kind of magic you're using, but I can't get to that research facility from anywhere. I can see it."

"I wonder if it's the junction. But then your spatial magic seems to do anything about it..."

……

That's right.

The reason we're going around from the coniferous forests on the north side to the giant soldier manufacturing research facility is because we can't "get there" from anywhere.

You can't reach it even though you can see it in the distance, is it due to space magic or spiritual magic... is it due to yet another magic altogether...

To explore it, we dare to go far and aim for the facility.

"If it's due to a spatial magic junction, I think I can do anything about it, but I don't even see any traces of magic. There's nothing you can do to solve the magic without its traces and its corn."

"There are a lot of giant soldiers wandering around the facility. If we get into trouble, a Federation battleship will come."

"Machia, your overwhelming violence has led to a number of battleships."

"You're telling me we're near the facility because of you, aren't you?

"So I guess this is the way I try to hide and go away."

But I don't know.

The blue generals and silver kings of the Federation never set us up, knowing we were wandering around the facility. Battleships can come, but there is no other effective obstruction.

You know we can't be stopped by a battleship.

Lasbos, are you distracted or are you distracted somewhere else...

I think with my hands on my chin as I walk down the road.

"Hmmm... anyway, you think we'll never get to that facility..."

"Oh, Tor's coming up with something again"

'Cause you don't think about it.

Machia gives up thinking and leaves everything thrown at me.

Well, he's the guy whose body moves before he thinks, so he's in a state where I pick the root and make him grow up.

- Pi pi pi pi pi.

That's when the comms rang.

I just got word from Rise on the rayline.

I'll put the comms in one ear and start talking about this job somehow.

When this happens, it's a long story.

Then Machia looks like she said it was boring, and for a while she's glued around me, kicking frost in, pushing her finger against her back and pushing it pointlessly.

But because of my ignorance, Machia started wandering muckingly and eventually grown up.

"Okay. Tonight, let's go home to the layline once. If the Grand Tower is nearing completion, it would be better to prioritize that... Oh. I'll take care of the rest."

The last thing I said, I cut the comms.

"Look, Machia. It's over... Damn."

I'm sure I won't do it, so you must be stubborn... I looked back at it that way, but Machia at the time isn't there.

"Huh?"

I thought it would be lovely if I did it.

You're not anywhere.

"Hey Machia!! Where the hell did you go?!

Flirting on your own.

I came and went between the trees and searched for Machia, but I can't find if she's hiding.

"Hey, Machia"

"... here."

"Wow, I'm surprised"

Suddenly I heard Machia from behind.

When I looked back at him not to threaten him, I was surprised how much Machia was dragging him off something like a black piece of cloth.

"Hey, what's that?"

"... come on, people or something?

"Duh, where did that happen?"

"I picked something up, over there"

Machia pointed to the back of the woods.

No, I picked something up, didn't I? Isn't that an obviously suspicious chunk?

I glanced at it while I looked at it.

"No way, a corpse? I saw that in horror movies and other scenes of body abandonment."

"Maasa. Maybe he's not alive? And if you do, it's heavy, this guy."

Machia brought it on herself. I followed it with a twinge.

A lot of frost stuck, wrapped around a black sturdy robe, something.

Long robes are disappointingly covered in your body, and you're not even scared. It's like a scroll.

The area where the roughly reversed appearance appeared to be the face was fitted with something like a gas mask, and the expression was not known.

If you listen carefully, you will be alive because of the noise.

"Hey, what is this guy... the Demon Clan?

"Then I guess I'll wear a gas mask like this."

"Are you human? Is there anyone on this continent?

It seemed like every sturdy robe was desperate to hold something.

Are you asleep, fainting, awake but pretending to be alert to us and dead... I'm not even sure about that, but it doesn't work at all.

"What shall I do? In the meantime, let's go inside the Magic Fortress. If we don't take this guy's mask, there's nothing we can do."

"What would I do if I were a scary person, Tor?"

"I'm fine. There's no one more horrible than you... it's no use getting cute, Machia."

……

This is a pure fact. That's it.

Machia looked at me and said, "Well..."