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

My name is Lina Ping. In this world, it's just Lena.

Human beings of different worlds summoned as saviors of Mayday.

Sometimes I thought so because they asked me yes.

Now, I don't think so at all.

"I'm here to pick you up... my Helenaia"

I was trapped in Frezier's cell, that night.

It was the silver-haired girl, who looked much younger than herself, who could see from between the fences of the cell, which had taken the form of snoring, in the noise of the blast after the explosion.

The moment I saw the girl, I couldn't forget the feeling I remembered.

Nostalgia, love and more fear.

"I'm stuck in this place............... so I told you. Nobody thinks you're one of them."

……

Someone with silver hair, apart from the girl in front of her, disappears when she floats behind her brain.

The information is complicated...

I can't even blink.

"Come on, let's get you out of here and get you up. Instead... are you listening to me?

The girl approached me step by step, stiff and speechless, and when she came in front of me, she softly embraced her body.

So grunted in my ear, I immediately, perceive.

What's the matter? I was on this side.

……

I was trapped in an isolated room in a palace nestled in the heart of Kiltraden, the capital of the Federation of Hermédes, where no one would come.

The room is large and bright and equipped with everything.

Finely decorated furnishings and fireplaces, large paintings and fuzzy covered beds.

The dresser has numerous jewels, cosmetics, and closets with many dresses.

But I was always sitting in bed staring at the sparkling chandelier on the ceiling.

I didn't expect to be treated like this in an enemy country even though they took me out of the dark basement and came to an enemy country...

Yes, wondering.

"Hey...... Helenaia"

It was Istarte, the princess of this Federation, who opened the door and came into the room.

Also known as the King of Silver, of the Demon King Class.

She holds a vase of beautiful watercoloured flowers in her hands.

"How do you feel about living in this room?

……

"Flowers, I brought them. Just buying these vase flowers in my country costs a lot of money... because it's not a privileged land like the southern continent."

That said Istarte placed the vase of watercoloured flowers on an elaborate decorative table.

With a small hand, gently touch the flower.

"Hehe... this flower is called an Olu flower and it has a sleeping effect. I'm good, too. I'm decorating my room."

"... without flowers like that... I can do the magic of sleep myself"

……

I didn't really like the scent of the flowers Istarte brought.

So as to refuse, reply.

"Right."

That's all Istarte gave back.

Somehow, I thought the atmosphere was different than usual because Istarte let go of that long silver hair and looked rough.

I just looked at her staring, dressed in military uniform and impressed Istarte with her hair tied in two exactly.

Look at it this way, it's really just a girl.

"Anything else you want? I'll get you anything you want."

"... there's nothing I want. It's not what I want."

Then what do you want?

……

Here lately, Istarte comes to me every day and asks me all I want.

What do you want?

What do you want?

Is there something wrong?

What the hell is the purpose? I had no idea why.

"What the hell... what is it? What are you going to do with me? You're gonna take care of it, and you're gonna have to kill“ everybody ”again, aren't you?

"... isn't that your instinct"

"Don't joke! That's not how you did it!!

I accidentally raised my voice.

Something I've endured all these days.

Something like regret and nervousness broke off.

Isn't there no place for me to go back to when I tried to kill my people?

'Cause I don't have a face to match Mr. Thor or Machia.

Princess Shatoma or Eska will surely forgive me for that too big a nostalgia...... but I cannot forgive myself.

I couldn't do anything.

When I tolerate it, I said I would work hard, but when I put my dagger in front of me, I can't help but beat the urge to say I have to kill them.

I swore I would return to my original world. Absolutely, when I get back. When you work hard on that goal.

Eska also told me not to forget that.

But do I really think I can go back to my old world in this situation?

If it's enough to kill everyone, shouldn't I die myself...

"Helenaia... don't be so busy with your parents."

Istarte lowered his tone and came before me.

Suddenly, her hips are broken and her gaze is aligned.

I wonder why my body shudders in those bright red eyes. I instinctively fear Istarte.

"... Parents? You mine?

"That's right. I was the first one to make you."

"No, I don't know that..."

"Even if you don't know, I remember. I made you and disappointed you a long time ago... You were my property. Yet he took everything..."

Istarte's tone gradually grows stronger.

The expression is rugged, and the wrinkles between the frowns raised are deep.

The hatred seeping from her was immeasurable and shook up my body.

"I... I'm not Helenaia..."

I first denied Istarte's name.

I felt all sorts of things didn't mesh because Istarte treated me as Helenaia, whereas I was just Lena.

"You are Helenaia. I named it."

"I'm Lena. Lina Hei, I don't remember Helenaia. My parents are... my mother."

"You are Helenaia!!

But Istarte said so without putting her hair in.

When I looked up, she had a bitter look stuffed with cut wings...

I can also feel something like irritability and impatience.

"You... you are" Helenaia ”who, after a long time, has returned to me again. I can't believe everything else... I can't believe I hurt you and let you go. You should stay with me. All you have to do is listen to me and live for me. Because that's the happiest thing for you."

"... you..."

I don't know this girl very well.

Sometimes you throw terrible words at me and hurt me deliberately.

Sometimes you order me to kill another demon king...

Yet against me, I ask for something and try to give something.

Snoring shapes... I don't know... this is...

I feel like I know that, but I can't say it well.

Fool, Istarte looked up.

Turning away from my side and turning my back, I put my hand on the ear piercing and started talking to someone.

Is it the magic of communication?

"What.... What? Father?... at all, that greedy raccoon. You're saying it's not enough..."

…………

"Fair enough. I'll go. I'm sure you won't be talking about it."

Istarte finished the communication with the words and breathed deeply.

Notice my gaze and a sarcastic grin.

"Do you know who my father is? Helenaia."

"The Federation's... Commander-in-Chief, isn't it?

"Oh. Heh, he's terribly arrogant, and I'm a little bit of a surprise cold guy, too. Knowing who I am, I'm trying to be more than God. At the top of this country, the order of this country will soon be broken."

……

Istarte looked delightful, put her hand on her mouth and laughed couscous.

I wonder.

"Why are you laughing? It's your country, isn't it?

"Mine? Ha, it's not my country. This place is like a little dirty sandbox."

……

"Bye, Helenaia. I'll be back. If you want something, you should be able to tell the servant outside the door. I'll get you anything."

So Istarte stroked my head once.

Be a soothing and serious face, keep the grand style and get out of the room.

It was the look of an adorable girl, only about twelve or thirteen years old, but the atmosphere was truly masculine, and what it is, it made Istarte think of herself as special.

……

Also, in the room where I've been alone, on the bed, I've been thinking for a while.

What happens to me in this country, in this place?

I wonder what I can do.

I don't want to have the sweet idea of saying that someone will help me, etc. when I'm caught.

But I'm sure they'll come to help. No, you can't blame me for not coming.

But if, in the phase where everything will be resolved in a little while... in my hands, there is a key to a small solution...

"In Hand............... Dagger"

Second, I stared at my own hand.

That's right.

I have a dagger. This is a dagger that can kill the Demon King class.

How many demon kings have "I” in history ever tried to kill and kill with this dagger?

It must be a homicidal impulse that follows force majeure, instinctive things.

But why?

Will this sentiment not gush against Istarte?

I thought he was willing to kill without a leak to the Demon King class, but I wonder if he isn't...

I took a deep breath once in the dark room, just staring at my dull palms.

Doc and my heart is pounding...

Because I've been thinking about it.