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

I'm Machia.

But now I'm pretending to be Tatiana.

I don't know what it is anymore, but I pretend to be a princess, Tatiana, and go get caught by my enemies myself, and they put me in a barn.

When I say why I let the Tors get away first and fall into these guys' hands, there are two reasons.

One is that the enemy is Twilight and can use the same metastatic magic as Thor.

Because of this, it is also possible that Tor will be tracked, as long as it is not even stalled.

Thor said before that some parts of Twilight's spatial magic today are more advanced than Thor's when it comes to metastatic magic.

Another thought was that if he was caught as a princess Tatiana, he might be able to sneak into the royal palace.

The revolutionaries have already done it on their own, so you're saying I can do it on my own, right?

So I flew in myself thinking if I had a chance to sneak into the royal palace.

It's more or less like my home art to get caught from myself...

Come on. I've already figured out how to mess it up from the inside this time, wreck it, and accomplish my purpose.

"... heck"

But it's cold.

This place looks like an underground, separate cell with no other prisoners.

The only people here are me, one guard and Gad Twilight in white military uniform.

"Hey, I'm still the old royal princess. What do you mean you don't have a blanket?

……

Gad was in a scary shape in front of the cabin, but I was complaining, grabbing the iron lattice and rocking with Gashangashan.

Gad is looking surprised.

"You... are you really a princess? You don't seem to grow up well for a princess."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? I'm gonna crack your head open!

"Before that, that red-haired Phantom? When I met him before, I was sure he was a man..."

"Please don't be stupid. Such a beautiful girl in front of a man or something! Oh, it's cold already! I'm hungry and it sucks. The federal central government is really big and dodgy."

"... the size of that attitude, you sure are a redhead freak"

With a sigh of giving up and shuddering, Gad threw a blanket into the barn.

It finally puts the stiff bread, cheese, and water from the small opening into the chamber.

I'll tell you what the request is.

"Think of it as your last supper."

"Wow, food ~"

It's all stiff and cold, but anything tastes good if you're hungry.

Eat munchies.

……

Gad shut up and looked down at me.

It kind of makes me feel like a beast that was put in a cage and fed...

"I know. You are neither. Just a substitute."

Gad went over the iron lattice, and said so.

"Heh... why do you think that?

"The red-haired Phantom is a man. I know best. Besides, you're not dressed like that."

……

Stare down at your outfit.

Sure, the guy's shirts and jackets are sloppy, and the sleeves are so long.

Feels like my pants are dragging too.

Well, whoever sees it doesn't seem like that red-haired Phantom, does it?

Oh, but wait a minute!

To say that I'm back to being a woman is to say that Thor is also a man.

He didn't look like a man in a piece!!

"Damn, I wanted to see it. It was absolutely funny."

"... what?

Gad looked at me as if he could see something he didn't know how to do.

"You don't sound like a red-haired Phantom. Obviously you're not the voice of a man."

"Well, that's true."

It's a little funny when you're serious.

"But you have similar air to a red-haired Phantom"

"What is it? Because it's vague. What do you think I am after all?

……

Gad thought for a while before answering seriously.

"I don't know. Who are you..."

"Where's the princess theory going?

"... you are not Duchess Tatiana"

"Oh? I don't know that. Because I, the Duchess of Tatiana, have almost the same characteristics."

I looked soaked up as I ate my cheese and held my mouth.

Gad narrowed his eyes.

"Hey, what happens to me now?

"It's decided to be executed. All thieves will be executed tomorrow morning. Whether you are a princess or not, that decision remains the same."

"Really? How are they going to kill me?

"... that's a pleasant one. I know they're gonna kill me, and I can afford that."

"Because I'm a red-haired Phantom. Something with a special power that makes the impossible possible. It's magical power."

Add your index finger to your lips and smile all the time.

Gad laughed with his nose.

"I'm sorry to hear that. The cage is a special magic prison. No matter how much you use the magic of the heavens, you will never be able to get out of that cage. Tomorrow you will be sentenced to beheading."

"Decapitation."

……

As Gad said he had nothing more to talk about, so he threw away and turned his back on this one.

When I say, I sigh and complain as I look up at the tasteless ceiling of the barn.

"Ahhhh... the princess treats you like a thief. Normally, if it was the execution of an old royal princess, there would be about a trial. Guylian culture, blood, and national sentiment still exist in this country. Executing them like thieves... you do such arrogant things that revolutionaries are born. Do you know where it is?

……

Gad moved Pickle and Frown.

Looking back at me with a tremendous sword screen, staring at me.

"We know that best."

And went on.

"But that's almost there, too. If that person were to sit on the commander-in-chief's seat..."

"... that one?

I didn't miss that word Gad groaned softly.

Did you think I said something wrong? Gad put his hand on his mouth gently and glanced at me again with tight eyes, keeping away from Stasta.

……

After eating a piece of the last piece of bread I considered it blurry for a while.

"Oh cold. I'd like to get Thor to sleep in a fluffy bed instead of a hot tub."

But I have trouble getting picked up by Thor right now.

I snuck into the royal palace because of it, and I have someone I want to look for.

It's Lena.

If I can help her out, I want to take this opportunity to find her and follow her home.

If you can, before Istarte understands me.

Lena must be waiting for us.

You must be safe.

She has a desire to return to her former world.

"Well..."

The iron lattice in front of you depicts a complex surgical formula. It's a junction of spatial magic.

There is no special pain when touching it, but to read the procedure, it is applied to regenerate immediately even if destroyed.

I just haven't clearly denied the possibility that this one is a red-haired Phantom on the boulder, and it's all around me.

The other person knows I can destroy the space.

First I got up and did some prep gymnastics.

"Hey, you, don't make weird moves"

The guard turns to me.

"Oh, I'm not just doing gymnastics. It's so cold in here."

"I'm telling you to keep me company."

"I didn't even say it as an adult."

Pushing my index finger against my mouth, pretending to bother me by posing as a cutie, I chewed my finger and bled.

Poopy and zero falling blood.

It's blood that can destroy everything.

For example, even if space magic is embedded in the art of ordering reconstruction, the destruction of my blood does not just destroy space, it also erodes the art behind it.

The flowing blood reached the iron lattice of the storehouse, shattering the technique that was depicted on the surface and eating it.

That is destruction without sound.

Smiling niggardly and squeaking his fingers, the small explosion caused the iron lattice to collapse into a powder as bright white as sugar.

"Huh?"

The boulder guard also freaks out. I sprinkled another drop of blood on that white powder and ordered an explosion.

Yes, Dawn.

The guard blew up screaming.

"Aww."

I also roll back thoughtfully with that momentum. I forgot to take a defensive stance while I was an asshole.

But he got up immediately, grabbed by the guard who was turning his eyes, stripped his jacket off and put it on.

Oh, cold cold cold.

But the guard's clothes are thick and quite warm. Big, but you can handle it if you tighten your hips belt tightly.

"Sa 'an... I'll take a different kind of rampage from the revolutionaries and drain them from the Federation."

Porky and handsy.

The wound is already starting to clog.

"Hey! What's up!

As I was going up the stairs leading to the ground, I could hear the footsteps coming down of several soldiers who heard the explosion.

As I go up, I wave my sword without stopping my legs and head to the enemy that came down.

"Wow, the thief is out of jail!

"Yes, yes, good night"

In that way, he made the blood tsu like a whip towards the shouting enemy, knocking the enemy to the ground.

It seems that my escape was immediately conveyed to the soldiers in the royal palace, with sirens of vigilance ringing everywhere.

The lights of the search are illuminated everywhere, too.

I hid in the shadows of the courtyard trying to break into the royal palace, dressed appropriately in the clothes of the defeated soldier.

But there seems to be no gap between soldiers lined up all over the main hall of the giant royal palace and allowing them to break in from nowhere.

"Ha... this is true, the revolutionaries should fail too"

Grand from the front, I could go in with my enemies kicked in, but then I thought the Istarte guy would be out soon.

Direct confrontation with Istarte is not a good idea.

I don't think so...

When I looked around to see what to do, there was a separate building that I was curious about.

……

There is a crossing corridor high, which connects to the upper floor of the main hall.

For some reason, there is no such thing as a person in that separate building.

From that crossing, I thought I might be able to break into the royal palace, so I headed there and there.

At a time like this, I wish I could use spiritual magic.

I have the power of destruction, but I don't know the magic of flying, and I don't have any spirits to carry me to where I want to be.

I can't even use metastatic magic.

Long columns support airborne crossings.

Under that pillar I make a ladder braided with a blood tsubo and go up step by step.

Blood Tsu pushes me up from the bottom to keep me from falling, but I can't help but wonder if it would have been easier to go up there with white magic.

As he ascends the back of an invisible pillar from the main hall, he shivers forever in the cold wind and manages to ascend without being found by the soldiers.

"Cold, cold, cold"

In an attempt to rush to the main hall, I ran down the crossing, but I stop on the old brake along the way.

"This way."

I felt a voice.

I can't tell whose voice that is, but my ears capture that “word” properly.

……

Looking back in the snowstorm, an elongated separate building connected by a crossing is floating.

"I think I'll be stopping by... okay"

Perhaps the voice earlier was conveyed through magic.

It may be a trap, but it's not like I don't care.

I didn't think it was enough to take.

Because the voice was only a little, nostalgic.