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

A magical fortress connected to several rooms, a cloud chimney (Cloud Chimney), was built and allowed to carry its roll to the spacemen inside.

The air here has not been affected by the malicious Magi particles of the western continent, and you can easily strip the body of a gas mask bastard like a black scroll.

In a room like the infirmary, a roll is placed on a clean bed.

"Come on, do it."

When they gave instructions to spacemen like white marshmallows, the spacemen nodded cocoons and began to strip the robes and masks as they commanded.

I stare to find out who it is. Machia stares next to me, too.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

And all of a sudden the winding rumbled and made an odd noise.

I'll bust my balls and expose myself.

"... whoa!?

Me and Machia accidentally set ourselves up, but when we found out that what popped out of the scroll was a dirty old man, we circled and disappointed.

The old man peeled off his figure, but he seemed to take care of something.

Machia pulls my sleeve.

"Hey, a little dirty old man just came out. I just stripped my old man of his figure."

"Too bad... you're not usually a pretty girl at times like this"

"Hey, what does that mean? Were you going to strip a pretty girl? You pervert, Black Demon King!

Machia never misses my blur, and she says things that she doesn't like to look at.

"Until we talked about it."

I'll take care of it.

And I called out to the old man who was stripped of his figure and chirping.

"Hey, old man. You look decent, but this is a detached space from the western continent. Don't worry about the air."

"This is... not the western continent...?

"Well, if you go outside, it's the western continent."

The old man was sitting on the bed, looking up at me and circling his eyes.

Square-faced, good-looking man. On the beard side, is he in his early forties or something?

"No way, Magic Fortress? Are you a black magician? That face... the Twilight guy?

An old man who gradually gets a harsh look.

On my behalf, Machia asked.

"What? You know Twilight?

"Naturally. I hate the Twilight guys. You're from Twilight who came after me."

"Huh? This old man just said something that doesn't make sense."

Makia doesn't know why.

I shook my head at my old man.

"We just happened to find you. Nothing. I wasn't after you."

……

The old man keeps his guard up, but he puts something on the bed with Goton.

It was the little black box I've been hugging since earlier.

"... black... box?

When I try to touch him, the old man takes an attitude of protecting the bah and the box.

"Don't touch it! You're more of an enemy than I know who you are!

……

I sighed and then retrieved my certificate as an advisor magician for the Kingdom of Ruskia in my jacket's inner pocket.

"I am Thor Sagaram, the advisor magician of the Kingdom of Ruskia. Together, he is also the official messenger of Frezier. By the way, it's not from the Twilight clan."

"Frezier's?... not Twilight... no?

The old man had a suspicious look.

Well, I don't care what you think this looks like, it's Twilight...

But this guy reacted to the proverbial chapter as an advisor mage in the Kingdom of Ruskia and to the word Frezier's messenger.

"Old man, just now Twilight Twilight... what the hell is going on? What are you so suspicious of"

"... you guys know the" that ”research facility? If you go through the coniferous forest where I was supposed to be, you'll see it right away."

"Oh... you know, it's a huge research facility, right?... we're trying to infiltrate it."

"Is that Frezier's order?

"Yes."

……

The man was staring at me and trying to figure out if I was the guy he could trust.

I just can't seem to help but wonder about Makia wandering around me or trying to peek into the black box of examples somehow.

"Hey, lady, don't! Who the hell are you!

"Who... um... what am I?

Makia doesn't seem to know her position very well. Well, it is true that Machia today does not call him an advisory magician of the Kingdom of Ruskia, nor does he call him an official messenger of Frezier.

Saviors from different worlds, that would only be a frigid word for this old man.

I got a little worried. I'll give you that, I said this.

"This is Machia with me. He's one of us... well, he's a lover and a fiancé."

Hey.

Look, I told you. I made it clear to you.

The old man has the expression "So," but Machia is just a little surprised when she opens her big cat eyes.

"... Tor, is that true?

But Machia tilts her little neck subtly and doesn't really seem to believe it.

"Why would you doubt that? I'm so clear."

"Really?"

"... true"

"Say it again? It's important."

"... you're a lover, your fiancée. You can call me my wife."

……

Machia twitched and reddened her cheeks, stopping by a little farther but sagging, hugging her just to push her down.

With unexpected behavior, we fall as-is.

"Tor ~ Tor ~!

"Hey, at a time like this, what!

"You like me?

"Hey, why are you so..."

"Oh, what's so important?

With a Doya face, I thought I told you earlier, but besides my thoughts, he came straight to me.

I didn't expect to be pushed on by the anticipating Machia.

Machia with a cheek wand over a person's chest, "Tor ~" and a sweet voice.

"Well then... you... if you don't like it, you won't say this..."

Why am I walking away?

Black Demon King, where are you now? Come back!!

……

Machia just seems happy, needlessly arcing in her mouth. And a few times, I snort.

He stuck it over me and squealed softly.

"I love you too, Thor"

……

"Tor ~ eh"

So... who is this guy...

Machia hugs me in her arms, punches me in the leg and is bored.

Let's put it in a nutshell. Lovely.

No. No, no, no, no!

I don't feel like I can win when Machia gets honest!!

I don't feel like I can win when Machia gets honest!!!!!

Where did you go, that red witch who was that twisted fucking bubba...... cambark!!

"Hey... what are you guys doing?

The old man's wild voice brought back to reality where he was totally entering the two worlds.

I tried to hug Machia. My arm loses its way and crosses the universe.

"Ha... I saw how easy and sweet that was, and I knew perfectly well that you weren't the Twilight guys in the Federation. They don't show any gaps like that..."

"Oh, that's... good. Yeah, good."

The old man turned a frightened glance at me, but once he saw how Machia was gobbling and sweet to me, he seemed to lift his guard.

Try to push Machia up, and I'll get up.

Machia seemed a little short on "chi".

I get a little caught up in the old man's words and ask.

"Are you being chased by the Twilight people of the Federation?

"... oh. I'm the one who took this out of the facility and ran away."

The old man gives me the black box he was holding right in front of me.

"From that facility?

"Oh... this is something that shouldn't be in that facility. I'm sure the guys at the facility will be desperate to find this by now. If you're Frezier's messenger, I want you to carry this to a place where you can protect it."

That said, the old man pressed his hand against the black box and cast some spells.

The box then opens with a pattan as if it had been folded multiple times to leak light.

……

Me and Machia, we opened our eyes.

From the inside, something that could not have been conceived from the capacity of a small black box appeared.

It's a little girl, breaking her body and lying down.

Long dark hair is wrapped around a body that is not wrapped around anything.

The head is fitted with some mechanical device that also looks like some kind of ear.

"... this girl is" Lilith Twilight. "She's a giant soldier, made from the original material of people and demons... a human-shaped gigas,“ Type Klondor. "

Its appearance is almost human.

And most importantly, the dark-haired, facial atmosphere is close to the Twilight people I know well, and me.

It's not like a giant soldier who's ever looked like anything else.

That's why I'm freaked out. You have to think of such a little girl as a giant soldier.

Now exactly, the girl's eyelid opened softly.