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

My name is Tor Sagaram.

Now I look like shit.

Whatever it is, she is a great beauty.

But I'm not dressed as a woman, and I don't have that kind of hobby. It's not Ulysses.

……

After transferring Machia, the “red-haired Phantom," he stood alone and looked in the large mirror of the room.

Beauty with long dark hair and cool eyes. Reminiscent of Lepis and around Kilna, but a little different again.

With a long town-daughter style piece, the black piece is adorable, but very subtle to think I'm wearing it myself.

When creating the exterior visual, it became the inherited form of the original visual.

In my case, it's a little pitiful, even though it doesn't compromise its original cool beauty.

Machia also became a bit of a beautiful-faced boy.

But because of the masculine part of Mr. Inner Machia, he sometimes looks so handsome. I'm surprised, too.

That's why I don't really like being a Machia guy.

Because even if you can hear the usual Machia selfishness, Machia selfishness with a lower voice in a man can't help but be frustrated sometimes.

If you're a man, don't stretch your tail, I'd say.

Makia, unlike me, seems to really like the way I look at her.

It touches me more sticky than usual, and I'm heartless or gentle.

Originally, Machia was nice to women. He wanted a girlfriend, and he couldn't help but take care of Lena's girlfriend because of the memories of her past life when she wasn't around much.

But then what the hell was with me...

I can't believe that being a woman is more important.

Instead, Machia, who has become a man from the inside, is oddly aggressive, so much so that this one feels in danger.

No, this is something feminine sprouting inside of me, and this is how it's become a protective system...?

Maidening?

"... still, reasonably good"

I paid for long black hair. I don't really think about deep things.

You can think of it as an opportunity to unravel the mystery of saying so, although I also feel like some great man did not say that he is an organism that you will never understand with men and women.

It's only for a limited time, and I'm sure you'll be fine.

Stuffed, I put an artifact sword on my hips and weave a long robe again.

To go out.

This hideout is behind a lonely church, on a hill in the outer district.

We support revolutionaries and the old royal family, hidden by priests here.

The northern continent is cold.

The smell of this skin sting cold and the fact that it's about to snow is from the nostalgic northern continent.

Kiltraden is situated on relatively warm climatic lands within the northern continent, with a more modern atmosphere than Frezier, given the Mayday scale.

Indeed, it is a country where the industrial revolution has taken place and developed all at once in the last hundred years.

Still, from the looks and clothes of the people, the atmosphere and buildings of the town, I feel a unique culture that has long been handed down.

Because of the wave of industrialization, there seems to be a change in society and the economy, but there are still many of them left behind.

"The red-haired Phantom is here."

Central Square.

The town daughters stand colored, down the ramp, trying to go see the rumored redhead Phantom.

That's not all.

All the poor hear this rumor and head to Central Square.

"The red-haired Phantom is with the guards."

"Will I be caught again"

"But that one's very strong. He said he's gonna do some magnificent magic."

"I'm sure he'll get away with it."

"I don't know. The central government seems to be on the verge of capturing red-haired Phantoms."

I heard rumors like that.

I rushed to Central Square with my head down.

"Why do I have to be taken by you guys... I have to!

"Come on, come on! You have a warrant from the commander-in-chief."

"Say what I did...... dude!

Central Square was noisy.

Multiple federal guards were trying to capture the mysterious redhead Phantom.

In short, Machia, who is a man, and the guards of this country, are arguing.

I was watching it from the alley.

I guess the Federation is jeopardizing the heroic “red-haired Phantom” that is popular with ordinary people.

Maybe he thinks he's one of the revolutionaries.

Struggling to capture Machia with multiple people.

"Hey! What are you doing to the redhead Phantom!!

"Come on, Phantom, do it!!

"Ahhh, Phantom, it's lovely today!

While the women's yellow cheers are heard, Machia feels better, turning the artifact she was turning into a ring into a skinny sword and kicking the guard.

There is no way that the soldiers who wore magic armor could rival the power of Machia.

"Ha-ha-ha! Bakame, you can't possibly be against me..."

But the tone is still full of women's words, and Machia can't decide.

I know you're just having fun.

Here's a "Farewell!" and it is the red-haired Phantom who runs away with an empty white bag.

Run anyway, grinning at the soldiers, flipping capes.

The soldiers go after Machia, but Machia's escape legs are fast and will probably sprinkle easily.

"Ugh..."

After confirming that, I crossed the still noisy Central Square, crossed the general settlement and headed to Kiltraden's largest pleasure district, the East Side, between the central district, where the aristocrats and the wealthy live, and the outer district, where the general public lives.

You don't come to a place like this looking like a woman...

As much as that seems to be the case, the number of gaze of the men on the road is amazing.

Around a flashy shop connecting houses to a wide boulevard, brilliant and glowing electrical decorations adorn the luscious ladies and invite the men.

Makeup, liquor, and a sweet smell that I don't know well strike me unresponsively. It's a special district that shows how busy it is to say it's a pleasure district, and there are many noble people outside. Women and men.

There's a place like this in every country...

I thought that way, and because I was looking at it approximately, I bumped into a categorized, gold-style guy who came from right in front of me.

"Shh, excuse me..."

Apologize in haste.

Then the man looks at me with a nasty look from bottom to top and says:

"What store is your daughter?"

……

All I get is a bitter laugh. Late for chills.

Well, I'm here, so I guess I can't help but be mistaken.

"Excuse me."

I tried to escape, got lost in the crowd, and hurried into the lonely bar.

"... I'm not a whore."

Somehow I get complaints.

When you look like this, you don't like other people's gaze.

I've taken a lot of women's gaze, but I didn't think it would be so shivering to see men hanging around.

Throw your gaze at the master of the bar and he will point you to the back room.

There were a few guests in the store, but I went to the back room, which was off-limits except for the people involved.

Once in the back room, it's just a study.

However, moving the largest bookshelf had a door, and behind the door was as small a space as a storage room.

Turning the carpet on the floor, there is an iron door that leads to the basement, which is a magic door that will never pass through anyone other than the registered officials.

I open that iron door without difficulty and go down the stairs to the basement.

It was a dark staircase to the basement, but when I got down there was a dim passage, and further down there, once again there was a door.

"Excuse me. It's Thor."

When I knocked on the heavy door with a cone, it opened from the other side.

A man came out with a martial bone impression. He's a big man with a scratch on his cheek.

"Get in."

The man's name is Ivan.

I go through him and step into the secret room in the basement.

It was a beautifully furnished interior that was different from the previous shimmering underground passage.

I get a slightly nostalgic impression as far as I'm concerned, with a slightly older royal palace specification on the northern continent.

Besides being spacious, there seems to be more than one room in the back.

The room was warm and I took off my robe.

"Thor!"

There seemed to be a girl waiting for me to come, and she came out of the next room with momentum and opened the door.

Not as good as Machia, but a girl with slightly reddish brown, straight hair.

"Dear Tatiana"

Her name is Tatiana Lake, Sandillo Gaillia. Sixteen indeed.

In fact, she is a secret princess unknown to anyone who falls under the direct line of the former Royal Gaelic Empire.

"I thought you might not come sooner. Hey, let's play card games together."

She thinks I'm really a woman who's come to this place recently, and she invites me to all kinds of games to try to get along.

Probably because of the lack of women around the same age, close to each other.

"Dear Tatiana, we have an important discussion today"

"Uh. But don't you need Thor to join us? You're no different than me, even though you're an old girl."

"... No, that. Even so, I am a messenger of Frezier."

Tatiana looks innocent and pulls my arm.

Naturally, we think of each other as girls, so we don't even have half a skinship.

"Dear Tatiana, Thor must not be troubled"

It was the platinum blonde youth who came out after her.

"A, Alexei...... because you're a friend of the girl because of it"

"Dear Tatiana"

"Ha, ha."

As Tatiana scratches her cheeks, she grows up like she's sorry.

Speaking of princesses, she's an honest and well-heard daughter.

The young man known as Alexei is a servant with Tatiana. You put me in this place, same with Ivan.

You think they're both the blood of the Cavalier class in the diaspora, and they've been protecting the old royal family for a long time now?

Two knights, the princess, hidden from the Federation.

Pretty romantic, huh?

"I'm sorry, Thor. It must be dangerous out there for you too."

"No... there was a transmission from Frezier. To tell you that."

To Alexei's words, I answer pale.

The Royal Family of Guylia and their survival in the vicinity are at the core of the revolutionary forces.

In particular, Tatiana will be lifted later as a symbol of the revolution. Perhaps he doesn't have that awareness yet.

Making this noise, whether outside or as a red-haired Phantom, also serves to divert federal attention from making it easier for the Revolutionary Army to move forward with its plans.

Originally hidden in the countryside on the edge of the continent, they were blinded because a red-haired Phantom was flirting with the guards as they moved to this East Side.

I also share actions and plans with the revolutionaries as a magician sent by Frezier, under the real name Thor.

But they also don't know I'm a man. Not to mention, I can't believe he was once the Black Demon King.

I'm sure you think she's a regular sorceress.

"... Gaillia, huh"

It's all over this room, the crest of the Gailian Empire.

To me, the Gailian Empire is nothing more than an invading country that destroyed the home kingdom of Cedermund of Torque Cedermund, the black demon king of previous life.

That crest makes me feel a little bit more complicated.

"What's up, Thor"

Ivan, the man with the scratch on his cheek, must have noticed how I was.

I dropped my gaze just a little bit and replied, "No, it's nothing," without hesitation.

It's been 2,000 years since then.

The world is changing in an unexpected direction, Torque Seidelmund.

I now defend the royal family of the country that destroyed my own country.

But the thought that history is still connected is the biggest, and I don't think it's even more hateful now.

An ironic grin just came out.