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

There were no concepts of time or calendar at first, but as we went with each otherworldly knowledge, history, stories and information as ideas, we realized that day and night could be made, and a cycle of day was born.

If we could do that, we could calculate every day, and from that stage, we decided to set 365 days at one year.

If it had been the Genesis calendar since the beginning of the calendar, would it have been six months later?

I was used to living in this world, and my life was stable, and I could afford it.

Focusing on Dai Tree, he had built a residential area, but he built it over and over, and now each and every one of them has a room.

Various vegetables are also fruitful in the fields, growing grains called wheat, which we all knew in common, mainly extensively.

While Magiliva wanted a stone cauldron, Crondor made it, and the girls were baking bread, the boys were hunting various animals that were beginning to live in the woods. The animals we discovered were relatively popular animals such as wild rabbits, deer and birds, and we were rarely harmed by those lives.

It was small, but we started to have quite a few rules, and a community formed.

There were problems with Ellis, but I think he was doing pretty well.

Above all, because we all had a hard past in our respective worlds, a life where we freely created everything and lived happily ever after was lovely.

Each came from a different world, so naturally the language should be different and better.

But somehow in this Mayday, we all spoke the same language.

That's strange, right, and Utice brought up the subject during the meal.

"Sounds like some kind of Babel Tower anecdote..."

I thought so on my own and whined softly, although I didn't have to be understood by anyone.

I didn't learn much in the original world, but I've heard that anecdote somewhere. We were taught that we were digging treasure from the foundations of Babel's tower.

But it was Magiliva who reacted to this.

"Tower of Babel, I know!

……

Everyone shows interest in this topic.

Magiliva continued.

"All mankind said that they were speaking the same language and building towns, but that because humans built the tower of Babel and challenged God, language would eventually be divergent so that people wouldn't cooperate... some sort of saying. I'm talking about the Genesis of the world. Maybe."

Magiliva had a slightly vague answer, but the anecdote of what I know as the "Tower of Babel” was similar.

Surprisingly, Magiliva and I were born in a different world and country, but we knew the same anecdote.

Does the same anecdote mean that it does not exist or does not exist for every world?

Klondor says "heh," and it looks interesting.

"Vabel...? That sounds cool."

Babel.

"They're both the same"

"I wonder. You're quite right to say that."

I grabbed the rye bread as I watched Magiliva take a look at the clondor.

She eats well.

"Genesis is close to our situation."

While Utiz chopped the bread and ate it. Tritania said, "Really?" and the questionable system.

Ellis is not in this seat. I was going somewhere by myself again.

"Hey, then let's name this neighborhood Vabel! Although it is good in the name of the great tree, in the name of the land, in the name of the country. Something like this... you want a name, don't you?

Magiliva suggests something with a firm, pinned look.

"Wow, that's nice. I feel perfect for that big tree too..."

"Yes, Demeteris."

Demeteris put it on Magilliva's agenda. Indeed, it was not convenient to have a name in our stronghold.

For those of us who had just arrived in different worlds, only near the great trees were all we had at the moment, but Acromeia and Krondor already seemed to be trying to find out what was outside of it, and to make a map.

"Then let's vavel around the great trees... right, to the woods. If that's what the named Magiliva would say, I'm pretty sure."

Paying gracefully for his silver hair, Acromeia writes a single map in front of the table, under the sign of the great tree, Vabel.

Everyone was eating something and peeking into the map.

"Oh, yeah. I took a stroll along the edge of the woods the other day, and you had an unusual cave."

Tritania fingers and informs you of a location on the map.

"Where we don't know, the world is getting more and more elements..."

Crondor roars as he strokes his jaw.

"But no matter how vast and vast the land, it doesn't make much sense for the nine of us."

"You don't have much land."

"I wish more people would come..."

"Maybe he's all over the place. We just haven't met yet, far away."

"Then that's going to be a territorial dispute per community"

While each of us talks about what we think, at the end of the day, I think we just have to do what we can on our own.

"With that said, Ellis is gone again. He hasn't been back in a week."

Pushma was worried about Ellis.

Make sure he hasn't come back, pointlessly.

"Leave that guy alone. Anyway, I'll be back when I run out of food I took without permission"

"Say that again when you get to Tritania. Ellis is just a little clumsy with people."

"... no, because he's always selfish..."

Pushma scolded him a little, and Tritania looked a little evil.

Tritania had weaknesses in Pushma.

I mean, Tritania seemed a little bad at women in general.

Were there few women in the army to whom they belonged and not many opportunities to speak?

That's the same for me.

Compared to that, there is a place to learn how easy it is to crack down on Klondor girls, how Utice feminists and Acromeia women and men are all people to defend in their territory...

I honestly thought so.

"Hey, Hadefis"

"... what"

"I want to gauge your height. Because I'll sew you a new shirt."

……

"It would be awesome if you were a pussy. I recently spinned yarn from a feather cocoon everywhere and wove a cloth. That's why I fix everyone's clothes."

Magiliva looked up at me fixing the roof and called out.

I get off with my feet on the ladder, thinking I'm a hassle.

It was the cabin where the girls were weaving and sewing that was taken to Magiliva.

There's a perpendicular rule there, and we're measured there.

"Oh, if you hadefice, you're just a little taller. We'll catch up with Krondor soon."

……

Magiliva giggled, pulling the statue of her height from the ground, now checking her shoulder width and whining about some bumps.

Pushma, who was weaving, stopped by.

"Hadefis, you've got a little hair growth. Shall I cut it up?"

"Oh, that would be good. Pussy's good at cutting hair, too."

"That's not true. Look, I just did Tritania's hair the other day."

"Haha. Yes, I did! He's got weird back hair."

……

Some chills run. It's not like I'm obsessed with my hair...

But the girls are chatty. No matter what I don't say, I'm talking on my own.

The gorgeous laughter is kind of awkward.

"... ah"

Later, Demeteris, who came to the weaving cabin, looked at me and was just a little freaked out.

She had brought a lot of blue flowers to the cage.

These are flowers for dyeing cloth.

"Ah... ahhh..."

"Hey Hadefis, don't scare Demeteris"

Magiliva told me something unreasonable and flaunted me.

"... you didn't do anything"

"You're scared because you're only face to face. You should smile more."

……

Magiliva drew loneliness in her mouth with a ni and narrowed her cat's eyes.

But my expression doesn't change.

But inside, I thought you were kind of cute.

"Fair enough, Magiliva. Even if Hadefis suddenly starts laughing, Demetris might cry."

Pushma turned away and laughed couscous, stuck to the little Demeteris.

Even though I thought she was sweeter than Magiliva, it was Pussima who was spicy at times.

I sigh.

"Can I go now?

"Ah, go ahead. I'm sorry, I was at work. Oh, but let me cut your hair next time."

"Next time."

Answer Pushma appropriately and turn your back.

"Mushroom soup and pumpkin pie for dinner today!

Even though I didn't hear it, Magiliva exposed the dinner menu loudly toward my back.

I ignore Stasta and leave the weaving cabin.

"That's right. I need to make a salad dressing."

"I baked the bread yesterday, so it's enough."

"... there was a new fruit over there."

Meanwhile, the girls were talking about the dinner menu.

As you no longer forget that I was at the bottom.

You really don't know the girls.

Leaving the weaving shed, I saw Ellis standing secretly in the shadows of the woods on that side.

"... him"

He must have gone somewhere.

Originally there was a disappearance habit, initially everyone, we searched many times, but this guy came back flat at some point, so in time, we started to make him like it.

Were you back?

But look at the machine weaving cabin and see what you're doing.

When she realized I existed, Ellis turned to the lid and went somewhere.