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

I'm Machia.

Me and Thor left the layline and were already on the northern continent.

Kiltraden, the capital of the Hermédes Federation. Will I be here another month?

Kiltraden is a large city that inherited the former imperial capital of the Guilian Empire, surrounded by a maze-like, intertwined outer neighborhood of neat central neighborhoods inhabited by the upper classes.

Me and Thor were working on a plan while living secluded in a safe house in that outer neighborhood.

"Uh, cold, cold"

Thor has returned to his warm lair.

He is in a plain robe and has a bag of bread canned food in his hand.

"Welcome home! I'm hungry!

When I say, I'm sitting in a chair in front of a burning fireplace, twisting my body and turning to him, an appeal I'm hungry.

Tor told me that was a dialogue over here.

I get up from my chair and stop by Tor's side.

I was “looking down” on Tor.

Thor took the newspaper out of his shopping bag.

"Look, look at this." The red-haired Phantom, he'll be reunited. "

"Oh, I've become famous too - even Phantoms, even Phantoms"

"With that look and voice, don't speak a woman."

"You're the one with such a cute look and voice, stop being such a man."

Our gaze turns to the mirror of the room so that we can see each other.

There was a picture of a red-haired aristocratic-style standing man and a woman in a brunette robe.

Well, what do you think that means?

As a matter of fact, we are now trying to act in a different way from what it is.

Machia and Tor.

Red Witch and Black Demon King.

Our identity and appearance are characterised by the fact that the Silver King of the Hermédes Federation, as well as the Blue General of the body, have found out, so that in this country we are using the magic of change internally to act neglectfully and even with a change of gender.

The magic of change is not a technique that can be formed, apart from the white magic that is carried out under the covenant with the powerful Spirit who said so.

Or, supposedly, the curse that said so existed, but it's ancient extinct magic.

But me and Thor combined each other's magic to make that magic possible.

This is magic by Thor's thought.

I manipulate something called Visual by messing with the outer space, and I manipulate the inner flesh by my command magic.

I have no problem with it because I have a lot of blood in my body, but in the case of Tor, I have to consume my blood regularly and have a limit that will expire.

Drink my blood, it's like you've become a vampire, and Thor always looks up to me.

You once drank my blood and saved my life.

As far as I'm concerned, it's scary and very interesting how my blood, which is also close to poison, affects Tor's body, and I observe him (her) every day, but so far it doesn't seem to have any particular effect.

If I give the order, Tor, I think it's going to explode...

I've never really thought about the magic of gender manipulation before, and I don't think I could do it where I thought about it, but this seemed like a magic made up of the possession of artifacts.

I was now making a lot of use of a seventeen-year-old boy.

Clothing also wears man's, back length increased by 15 cm.

Still, it's small for a man, but it's a form that accurately reproduces my orders that he hated to treat.

A short redhead with a habit, cat-eye with beautiful blue eyes. Quite a beautiful boy while I am.

Hit and change, Tor said, the look of a woman.

It was originally something taller, so even with a 15cm drop, I'm finally a little less tall than I am now.

I have three long black hairs tied to knit, and it looks like if I pulled a carefree feeling out of Lepis, this is what happened, it's like saying.

Crisp, but somewhere. Poor, colorful beauty, beauty.

"Ah, Tolko, I knew you were beautiful."

My love for Tor went hand in hand with the fact that Tor in a woman looked so beautiful and cute.

Make her take off the robe she doesn't even try to take off in the room and check the town-girl style outfit I choosed to put on, niggling.

"Ah cute!

I hugged her unexpectedly.

"Stop it! I'm not happy to be hugged by a man."

"Because it's so fresh that the toll is soft. You always have hard muscles."

"You're hard right now!

My sweet Tor blues and tries to escape.

Usually when you're hugged by me, you're sneaky happy, but you're not happy at all that you're a man.

Rather, I feel driven by some fear.

There's something there again...... good!

Thor pushed me away, blurring "at all" with a clear voice, arranging the food he had bought on the table.

I was originally a caretaker, but I'm finally showing off my devoted wife.

"You, you're just using it to deceive the eyes of your enemies. The revolution in the Federation of Hermédes is the primary purpose. I'm not having fun."

"Oh, you don't look like you can do it."

Sit in the chair in front of the fireplace and gracefully drink tea.

Must be a much more elegant beautiful boy than the original Tor, with a confident grin.

My simple thoughts seem promising to Thor.

All I'm saying is yes, yes, that face.

"Come on, we're going back to where we were once. If you don't replace it with a mame, it will make it easier to peel off your skin."

Thor came to me and slapped me on the shoulder to tell me to stand up.

"I know. Tolko wants to go back to normal soon."

"I'm not doing this as well as you are. Don't do that, Tolko! I'll call you Macchio, too."

"Stop it! Such a nasty name!!

"Then it's Makitaro"

"No, no, no, no, no."

I denied it with all my might.

Because his voice is the voice of a man, Tor says, "It's disgusting!," he says.

But I don't have Machio or Machitaro even though he looks nice...

Now, I stand up reluctantly, facing Thor, tangling my fingers in front of each other's chests.

By doing so, we can create a technique that connects each other's bodies, allowing the magic of change.

When we look into each other's eyes and say "disarm," a magic formation unfolds beneath our feet and our appearance returns to normal.

I'm a long-haired, original Machia figure.

Thor is the original Thor Sagaram figure of Rin.

Due to the lack of height difference, he looks down on me by Tor, pointing at my lips.

Thor was somewhere, he was good at it.

The dinner Thor bought us is a can of hard bread and fish, fruit.

The Federation of Hermédes is low on supplies, food is sold at high prices, and we, who came out with sufficient funds, could not afford to be extravagant.

Taxes are also higher year after year because of military costs, and the lives of ordinary people are oppressed.

His Excellency the commander-in-chief of the Federation is with a tyrant as authoritarian as painted.

Well, it's enough to have a princess like Istarte, though I can imagine.

But he was originally the commander-in-chief admired by the people.

Even though there was also a constant war of aggression between the north and east, it has become more radical since the present commander-in-chief ruled the Hermédes Federation.

I wonder what the hell led the commander-in-chief to become such a tyrant.

Those who disobey will be captured relentlessly and will be punished more heavily than necessary.

Some contexts say that it would not otherwise be a big enough country, but from the middle class to the common people and the poor, there is a state of dissatisfaction.

Opposition forces have emerged as dictatorship continues, and they are making contact with the survival of the royal family of the diaspora "Gailian Empire” taken in by the Hermédes Confederation and plotting a revolution.

Princess Shatoma and General Kanon of the kingdom of Frezier also looked there and, in collaboration with the revolutionaries, were targeting the overthrow from the inside of the Federation.

I complain about the elegant meal in front of me.

"Chi, can of bread and fish again today? Bring food from Thor's secret storage. You think this is enough for me?

"While you're here, adapt as much as you can to life here. Sometimes the Gran Tower can be done, and even though the three towers work together to say that the critical demon guided wave reaches this far, I would notice the King of Silver if he frequently skipped the demon guided wave. Besides, the food we bring is for the common people who are oppressing their lives. That's why there must be a redhead Phantom."

"... hmm"

I snort.

Thor's red-haired Phantom is a mysterious man who recently made a scene in the outer neighborhood of Kiltraden.

There are many poor people in the outer districts, and there are many hungry people who cannot get food, but Santa Claus has also been surprised lately, and there have been frequent rare cases of mysterious aristocratic-style beautiful boys named Phantoms with bright red hair all over their bodies sharing food with the poor when they appear flat.

Sometimes soldiers around me capture me as a suspicious man, but every time I run away, I show up again.

Exactly a disgraceful Phantom, but this is very popular with ordinary people!

... Well, it's about me.

I am totally eyed by the central government.

"I'm gonna be a red-haired Phantom again!

I finish my meal and get up.

"That's a knoll."

"It's your job. The red-haired Phantom will change this country!

Niyali and I had a meaningful grin.

Thor knows that too, so he won't hesitate to change.

"Conversion"

We were in the large space of the room, hands in hand, eyes staring at each other and chanting.

Underneath our feet unfolds the magic formations, making bursts and strange noises, while we change each other's appearances and go.

I'm a red-haired man.

Thor is a brunette, mysterious beauty.

We can't change just one way or the other, so inevitably, we're going to change each other.

Therefore, if one of the scalps peels off, the other will return to its original appearance as well.

The most troublesome weakness of this magic is the coming of Thor's limit.

Thor cannot sustain change without drinking my blood regularly.

As a man, I cut my fingertips with a pip and then poured blood into a small glass.

A teaspoon, about enough.

"Ugh... Machia's blood... horrible..."

Tor in a woman drinks all the way through my blood poured into a small glass with the look of a thin happy girl who can't live without taking pills every day.

It's a strange sight.

"Hey, you know what? Now, if I tell you to, you're gonna blow up."

"I know! Don't say it in the face, it's horrible"

True face without blinking, just stating the facts, but pissed me off.

Well, it's a beautiful and adorable toil in a girl, so I can forgive you.

In front of the mirror, I had an aristocratic scarf and a little habitual hair.

"Let's go!

In charge of Thor's prepared, food filled white bag, I turn my back on “her” in front of Thor.

"In public, behave like a man properly. Don't say" I "or" I "."

"I know, shut up ~"

"Look, already..."

Worrying Tor.

But Thor put his hand on my back and activated the metastatic magic.

"To Central Square, Outer District of Quiltraden"

If Thor opened this map of Kiltraden to a translucent monitor, the moment I said so, I was flown from the safe house to Central Square in the Outer District of Kiltraden.

Because this is what they say is disgraceful.

The red-haired Phantom showed up really suddenly.