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

My name is Lena.

How long has it been since the Confederate princess Istarte captured her from the dungeon of Frezier and captured her in the palace of Quiltraden?

I am locked in a certain room.

"Hi, Helenaia. Did you sleep well?"

In the morning, as soon as I wake up, Istarte comes to my room and asks me how I'm feeling.

When I say, I always reply vaguely, but she only had a few conversations and leaves the room looking at my face.

As I left the room, I saw Nathan Twilight in white military uniform waiting for her.

And the golem watching the room.

"Your Highness. It's about the Commander-in-Chief, but there's more bitterness than all sides about the oppression of the old Royal Family of Guylia..."

"Naturally, I guess. Father's way is too unscrupulous. There are still many Gaelics in this country. What do you do if you're fighting within"

"It also contains information that the revolutionaries say they are gathering in the Wang capital. The commander-in-chief wants to slap him there all at once."

"Father can't help but want to eliminate those who threaten him. You can't afford a raccoon... ok, I'll tell you"

"Don't be too pushy. Your Highness is not in a very good position at the moment."

"Don't be silly, Nathan. Who do you think I am?"

"... excuse me"

Outside the door, I heard such conversations. Eventually, the sound of the boot goes away.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Mr. Thor, how is Machia?

What is happening to the outside world now?

While I was in my room, I had a lot on my mind.

I feel like saying no as it is.

I was relieved that there was no demon king to kill on his side even though he was not there after all, in a nagging mood.

Will I spend the whole time trapped in this place?

Will there ever be a return to Earth in the original world...

When I was giving up half the time, uh, I thought.

There is no desire to kill Istarte. What the hell is going on here?

Istarte said she made me herself.

He said he was a parent. I wonder what that means.

Somehow, I'm guessing.

I'm sure it was Istarte who created me in the age of mythology.

But I don't remember anything. With all the slightest nostalgia for her, that's what everyone in the Demon King class feels, not as much about Mr. Thor or Machia.

I wonder why.

Who the hell is Istarte?

The bigger that feeling got, the more I wanted to know her, and at the same time, I got kind of scared.

The desire to escape her was also strong.

We have to get out of here.

I've measured escape many times before.

But the doors are tightly locked, there's a small golem on the lookout, and you won't miss me.

As for me, they'll grab me right out the door.

There are windows, but apparently this is a high place, and I can't even jump out.

Now is the time to give up escaping from this place.

But as I lived and went, I noticed something.

It's time for Istarte to come to this place.

She comes here one morning and one evening at a time.

I will not visit at midnight, and when I am not in the royal palace on an expedition, I will always send a small golem to me.

It is a golem of round physique, soft material that looks adorable and has healing elements like every character on the planet.

His name is Pisa.

He takes care of me around him and he talks to me about something.

Istarte must be telling me to be the one to spare my time.

Even if that dedication doesn't make you feel emotional, it makes you seem gradually cute.

Also, sometimes, there is a man in white military uniform who comes with Istarte and waits outside the room.

It's Nathan Twilight.

Natan was something different from my familiar Twilight clan.

I thought he was under pressure and working with Istarte, but it didn't look that way.

I have watched Istarte behave in obedience and worry about her several times.

No, I don't know. He is pale and his emotions are hard to read.

Maybe I'm not really serving her...

But I knew I couldn't help but wonder.

'Cause I heard the Twilight people are terribly impressed by the Federation.

For the development of the Giant Soldiers, they captured all the clans and treated them like slaves.

Naturally, I thought it was Istarte, the former king of silver and the biological parent of a giant soldier (the Golem) who was doing it.

But the only thing Istarte can follow is the golem she created and Nathan, and I've never seen her with anyone else.

I just don't know, I guess there are other men out there, but the only ones that bring me here are Golem and Natan.

Nathan seemed to follow Istarte of his own free will, even in a pale manner.

It's just that I haven't met in this place yet, and I'm curious about it.

It's a blue general.

Yes. I still don't know where the blue general is.

And who the hell is it?

I'm pretty sure it's connected to Istarte.

Is this Kiltraden Royal Palace in any position?

"Hey, Pisa. I want out of this room."

"... you can't do that, Nee"

A loose, slightly larger bee-like color scheme golem raised its face and said with his crushed eyes. It's a stuffed golem.

Pisa was making tea. I replied to my unscrupulous request as per the manual.

"Master Istarte told me not to serve Master Helenaia, Oli"

"But if I stay here forever, I'm going to be stuck in my breath. What would you do if you were dead?

"That's stuck, Nee!

Pisa showed my, what word I reacted to, panicked.

Make the little feathers on your back look patchy.

"But there are two golems at the door, so there's nothing Pisa can do about it, Nee"

"So if they go somewhere, I can leave the room, right?

"Huh? Well, that's troubling too, but you won't be able to get that golem out of the way anyway, Nee. If it weren't for Istarte's orders, I would never move."

Pisa said so.

I didn't think what I could do right now was run away.

But I thought I'd know as much as I could about Istarte, about the Blue General, and about the Federation.

If I don't know, I can't make a choice either.

Once in the evening, when Istarte visited, I tried to say that I wanted to leave this room.

"Say stupid. In this royal palace, this is the only safe place. The Federation has become too big a country. There are also many factions. Especially since the Commander-in-Chief is always after my life. But there's no way I'm going to die. That's why the Commander-in-Chief is looking for my weaknesses."

But Istarte scolded me for saying this.

I don't know why.

"Isn't the Commander-in-Chief your father?

"Ha. Do you think the royal family of this country has a permissible alarm because it's a bloodstream? Do you know how many of your sons the Commander-in-Chief has killed so far?

……

With a sarcastic look, Istarte said so.

The number of sons the commander-in-chief killed? Will the Commander-in-Chief say that he has killed his own son?

Why would you do that?

If he had a look that seemed complicated, Istarte stared into his own hands.

"The commander-in-chief had an unfamiliar desire. He therefore tried to expand his territory more, even though he had not been able to rule such a great empire. War of aggression.... I made him such a man..."

"... didn't you start the war of aggression?

"Haha. No way... Well, it took the Federation's war of aggression as a form to fight the Demon King class, but it's no longer time for that either. Because Giganto Magilliva will soon begin. Once this begins, the tiny strife of humans will make everything meaningless"

……

Istarte laughed, but not in the usual way, but somewhere, in the face of a lonely child.

Sometimes I look like this, so I was driven by strange impatience.

But Istarte won't tell me anything clearly.

Though there are times when I really don't want to say anything.

Even though I asked, I gave him a frivolous look that you didn't need to know.

It's midnight.

On the other side of the door, after a rattling noise, the door opened.

I was asleep but soon noticed the sound and woke up.

"... who?

Is it Istarte?

But she never visited her room at midnight.

It's been solidifying on the bed for a while, but I'll be up soon.

I'll put a light on the lamp on the side of the bed and look at the door, but there's not a single person.

As we approached the door, fragments of the finely broken golem were scattered.

Apparently, the golem that was guarding the door was destroyed by someone.

It was frightening.

Because if it was destroyed in this way, the sound of destruction could not be heard so much.

"... is anybody there?

I asked, but no one answers.

I just thought so.

Wouldn't this be a chance to escape?

Now there's no golem to guard the door, no Pisa to keep an eye on me.

Breathtaking Gokuri, I stayed put and went out into the hallway.

In just one Negrije, the hallway is very cold. I can see how the room was kept warm.

As we proceeded through a long corridor without a sign of a person, there was a large door at the poke.

There, the door leading to the long crossing, was not locked and was only a little empty.

I wonder if whoever broke the golem broke this and went through here.

……

Cold enough to freeze, the wind comes in through the gap.

But you shouldn't be confused in a place like this, even though this is your chance to get out because of it.

Open the door, I went out into the crossing.

The crossing is in a position to look up at the main palace of the bright royal palace even in the middle of the night.

Running across it, I made my way to the giant castle to be sucked in.

"Ugh... it was cold"

I crossed the crossing, and opened the door that was at the end of the crossing, and now I went out into a wide space with lights on it. It feels like a hallway in the royal palace, with stiff ceilings and a line of marble columns.

There's no sign of anyone, and that's where I go.

"Wow, long picture"

The hallway walls were hung with paintings of multiple, long-sided figures.

They all seem to depict a wealthy extended family.

The fatherly figure sits in grandeur in the middle, with many children painted around him.

There are many people who look like mothers.

"Ah..."

They were all silver-haired families, but among them, there was one beautiful girl, very conspicuous.

The girl, who is only about three years old, has a crease between her eyebrows and feels like only one person is away from her family circle. All the other brothers have smiling faces.

"King of Silver... Istarte."

She's Istarte. I know that well.

She's adorable, she's wearing a girl's dress, a little fresh.

But even when I was young, I could feel the same color of my eyes and the strength of my will from the painting.

That's when I heard voices from somewhere.

"Commander-in-Chief. I pointed at Twilight's gad, but apparently I missed catching the red-haired Phantom... I was wondering if he was likely a magician"

"... Twilight? You useless bastards."

It's from a long hallway bend.

I panicked and hid behind the pillars.

The three of us came this way, sounding cutlets and shoes.

An old man in a decorative flashy military uniform, dragging a long cloak, and a woman in glasses in a federal white military uniform.

And a man wearing a good robe.

The old man is dragging his legs, but he is also used to it, walking with his cane.

What I soon found out was that the old man was the father sitting in the center, as I saw in the painting earlier.

That man is the commander-in-chief of the Federation...

"Get him now. I guess it's extremely likely that that guy is connected to the old Royal Family of Guylia. They are the core of the revolutionaries. I'll catch you and kill you in front of the people."

"But I'm also concerned about Frezier's trend. Even in the recent Battle of Elmar Strait, our giant soldiers had just been defeated. The western continent is also home to a nation of demons, and Frezier and Ruskia alike are home to the latest technology, the Demon Guidance Wave Tower of the Demon Guidance Circuit, and the situation is somewhat dominant there."

A woman in white military uniform answered the commander-in-chief pale as she raised her glasses.

"Yeah.With the type of road-type giant soldiers waiting, such a weak little country would soon be able to conquer... eh, Istarte. All the old ones, give them strength and spare them."

The commander-in-chief had a low voice, but there was nothing to hide his frustration.

So it was the long-faced, magician-style man in a worn robe who raised his voice a little pleasant.

"Master Istarte will be keeping the giant soldiers warm. The opponent is a Demon King class scattered across countries. All Demon King classes besides our country's Istarte are scattered throughout Frezier, Ruscia. The country that was able to make it to the western continent contains information that the former Black Demon King founded it.... hehe, the world is still being driven by the Demon King class"

"... Demon King Class, Demon King Class, or"

The old man blurred in a depressing tone. But my eyes are sharp.

It's like you have a hatred for the Demon King class.

The story concerned me, I accidentally embarked on myself and hit my foot on the pillar.

"Who?"

A woman in military uniform immediately noticed my presence.

Quickly come to the back of the pillar and catch me.

It was as if I had used metastatic magic, but I didn't have time to escape.

"Ooh, ooh. Isn't this Lena, who Istarte is supposed to be isolated in the back tower?"

The magician-style man laughed niggardly.

"... that's the girl from another world."

The commander-in-chief also looked at me sideways.

Strengthens the body with instant, skin tingling tension.

I should have known some white magic tricks to protect myself, but I couldn't speak and use magic.

"Let's kill him"

The commander-in-chief discards so and pulls a thin sword out of his own wand.

The woman in white military uniform, with my arm in restraint, let her stand up.

"To Istarte, I gave him too many toys. Take up your favorites and he'll reflect a little too"

The commander-in-chief had a deranged grin about what was funny.

That's where I panicked, Robe's magician.

"No, no, no. But, Commander-in-Chief. Girls from different worlds can be described as special enough to be comparable to the Demon King class. He is the one who destroys the Demon King. For the sake of our country, His Highness Istarte took it from Frezier, a treasure."

"What a treasure. Ridiculous. There's no power, isn't it just a little girl? Russ, Jean, are you trying to tell me that I'm below this girl? You're trying to tell me there's nothing comparable to the Demon King! I will destroy all demons."

The commander-in-chief called the magician Russ Jean and asked him a few tight questions.

Laszine thought for just a moment, and after sighing to give up, she had a nibbling grin, "Then do as you say".

The commander-in-chief raised his sword loosely.

It kills me......!

Even though I knew it, I could not utter any words and meditated on my eyes.

"Please don't!

But at the moment when the sword was waved down upon me, there was a man who took the sword in my place.

When I opened my eyes, it was Istarte.

"Please don't, Commander-in-Chief"

"... istarte, huh"

The commander-in-chief raised his mouth more and shook off his sword, knowing that whoever stood in front of him was Istarte.

Unexpectedly, my voice leaked "eh".

Istarte is slashed diagonally across her face and shoulders and is bloody.

Normally, it would not be strange to die.

But Istarte stands, dyeing his white uniform with his blood.

I couldn't think of a thing other than why.

The impact was too great.

Istarte said in a calm tone.

"Commander-in-Chief, you will not hurt her. She's the point of war."

"... With the power of giant soldiers, such as war, it should be easy to settle. Isn't there a type Lord or an original in our nation, Istarte? I just want you to speak up."

The Commander-in-Chief narrows his eyes.

But Istarte shook his head.

"Giant soldiers are only tools of war. Ultimately, it's not the giants who rule the world."

"That's right. That's me."

……

The commander-in-chief affirmed.

"It is not the demon kings who unite the world. They are the ghosts of their former glory. I have to get the world back from them.... Istarte, you are my“ son ”. Demon Kings, monsters, but women."

……

I feel tingling, magic on my skin. It's Istarte's magic.

I didn't understand the situation.

Istarte thought it wouldn't be weird to kill the commander-in-chief here.

But Istarte just said, "You're right, Father," without saying anything.

I eat my teeth off and even regret something.

I felt that way.

"I told you to keep that girl locked up in her room. If you ever get out again, I'll kill you this time. You know that. Don't let it out before me."

"... I know. Sorry, sir."

Answering all that, Istarte pulled my hand and walked away from the spot early.

Istarte fluttered once in the crossing to the back tower where I was trapped.

Suddenly, he appeared beside Istarte. It was Nathan who supported her.

"I was impotent."

That's all Natan says.

"Hey, are you okay? King of silver… Istarte is"

I ask in a trembling voice. Now I'm afraid of the status quo.

Istarte has a difficult face and is held up by Nathan.

"There's nothing like this. I am the Demon King Class... God."

The tone of fortitude is also somewhere weak.

"Hurry up and go to that room"

I hurried across the crossing. It opened the door to the back tower.

His face was bloody and his skin was dictated.

Still, she was a normal mind. Sitting on the couch in the room, checking for scratches.

Pisa of the Golem brought the water in a bucket, and Nathan took care of Istarte's wound.

I even put firewood in the fireplace.

When Istarte took off her top clothes, the bloody salad was unraveled and her upper body dew.

My body is still a girl.

Nathan and Istarte seem to have about the same age difference as their parents and children, but Istarte is not ashamed of herself and is dignified.

I say, for some reason, I'm gonna be a dick.

It felt weird to be worried about Istarte. She's hurt me a lot.

"So, it's okay...? Doesn't it hurt? I can use healing magic, though it has only a very faint effect."

When I said that to give you a dick, Istarte laughed with her nose.

"What are you wandering about, Helenaia? The wounds are already starting to stick."

"Huh...?

"Even you've seen the Scattered Demon King class, haven't you? You know how good I am."

"... it is, but"

Again, I remember Mr. Thor, Machia, and Princess Shatoma.

I have seen that even when they are injured, they have completely healed the wounds on their bodies with unusual vitality and resilience as humans.

Yes, because the only thing that can kill them is my dagger and General Canon's sword...

"We are not immortals. But it's infinitely close to it. It's been a long time since the concept of death was born in this world, but we're only the furthest away from it in biological terms. Cut off your neck, crush your head and you die. But it's hard for normal people to push us into that situation. The Demon King Class can only be driven in the Demon King Class, and can only bring true death to a girl like the" Recoverer ”or you, who has come from different worlds.... so I won't die, Helenaia"

"But you feel pain, don't you? You don't have to die, if they hurt your face like that, it would be hard, wouldn't it? Not to mention, is that guy your father?

……

Istarte was silent. Keep your mouth shut, Nathan is giving you an allowance.

But Istarte laughed out loud.

"Ha ha ha. Such a nasty man, my father? Don't make me laugh, Helenaia. He's not my father. There's just a blood connection, someone else in red."

"... but then why did you hear that commander-in-chief? With as much power as you..."

I was just a little mucky.

'Cause it's not. The power of Istarte is the power of creation, once the Lord God.

It is so vigilant that other Demon King class people say they don't like it, it is immensely powerful.

That's what makes such a man...

"Hereneia. You're a funny kid. You don't like me, do you? Then you don't have to know that."

"... so, but. You helped me...... so"

……

Istarte finished wearing a bandage on his face, finished healing his shoulders, and wore a white military jacket.

She turned her gaze to me softly.

"It's obvious. You're my daughter."

……

I was not lost in the words, I did not think, my chest became painful.

I had to bite my back teeth, endure words that didn't come out and complex emotions.

"You've shown some embarrassment. But... I don't have a choice. I have the power to produce all sorts of things, but there's no such thing as a magical risk."

"... risk?

"That's right. Even creative magic is black magic.... my risk is that I will never be able to resist the existence that gave birth to me..."

…………

It was an ironic tone.

So, sad, it seemed painful.

"I have taken my mother hostage and vowed to obey my father, the Commander-in-Chief. You can't betray either."

"... you"

A chill struck me.

That, to me too, felt like a position not for each person, and I thought my chest ached.

I want to live up to my mother's expectations, and I illuminate myself for what I've worked so hard for only my mother.

Istarte's, via magical risk, is more dangerous.

"It's ironic. Long ago, the first time I was about to be killed by my real father, I fled to this Mayday. I'll be tied to my father again."

……

"Why did Mayday impose on me the credentials of creation and this risk?"

Istarte was blurry, staring into the air, nowhere.

I don't know.

Why did she tell me that story?

The complex thoughts in me become darker.

Because Istarte has informed me of his weaknesses.