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

My name is Istarte Sil Vis Hermédes.

It's a particularly inconsiderate name.

It was this me who was born between the man now commander-in-chief of the Federation, Cainos Sil Vis Hermédes, and the daughter of a rugged nobleman.

I don't know why I was born a woman in this day and age.

I am the last child of the Marshal of the Federation. [M]

Because now he's terribly sorry he had me.

At the time of my birth, the Commander-in-Chief had already embarked on a giant soldier study.

The commander-in-chief has been fascinated by that ancient weapon since he discovered here the original of the giant soldier, which the old Gaillia kept in secret, in a hidden room beneath the palace.

This is the giant of the Mythical Age, the symbol of war.

Whatever it is, try to move this weapon. With this weapon, we will settle the never-ending war.

The commander-in-chief, who thought so, asked the family of Twilight, a prestigious magician of the northern continent, to do giant soldier research.

But the head of the Twilight clan must have realized at first sight that this original was the product of an area that the average mage should not touch.

The request was categorically denied. No matter what kind of hardware or position you have, you can never take it on.

They had already noticed. To say that this was a mythical era giant soldier who burned the world.

Because they were also looking into the traces of the creation of the world, everywhere that remained in Mayday.

I guess I knew something about giant soldiers. At first, they were descendants of the Demon King class, and among the magicians in general, they were indeed excellent.

Initially, the commander-in-chief, on Twilight's advice, also seemed to have a policy of giving up the study of giant soldiers.

Because by then the commander-in-chief was a relatively decent king.

But it was undoubtedly my presence that changed this man.

The commander-in-chief has taken me young to see the original that was kept underground.

By that time, I had only vaguely the memory of the “Silver King” era one year ago, and I can tell you that I had completely forgotten the memory of the mythical era somewhere. No, somewhere on my own, maybe it was just hidden.

"Look, Istarte, let's be beautiful"

I remember the commander-in-chief telling me that somewhere childish.

Back then, this man was not enough for me to take, but still, he was my father.

But it wasn't until I looked directly at the original that some kind of gear started moving.

What is present in this era is its rusty smell of unlikely metal.

limbs with hands and feet and no parts everywhere.

The eyeballs were slipped out, and it was like a black-burned skeleton.

The giant soldier's shaping was shocking, as if an electric shock had run all over his body.

I opened the box in an instant, hiding all the memories of the mythological era.

It was distant old, deeply sad thoughts and hatred that could not be suppressed that struck my heart as soon as possible.

Lost something important, taken away, that memory.

It's my kid. Who the hell made my kid look like this...?

"Shem Ha Mephorach"

He had unconsciously cast that forbidden spell just to activate the original.

I was just a little under a year old.

My words, through my magic, breathed life into the giant soldiers in front of me. The countless surgical ceremonies that were sinking in the body gained light and emerged, and the stopped heart began to move.

Everyone was stunned by the activation of this weapon of destruction.

This is the case I made known to the commander-in-chief and those around him that my presence was something special.

Especially the General Commander's favorite advisor, Russ Jean, immediately decided and excited me to be in the Demon King class.

I also proclaimed myself king of silver.

Everyone rejoiced in the birth of a former hero, but not only the commander-in-chief, my father.

He was afraid of my existence. I was concerned that my position would be taken away.

He may also have remembered the unspeakable anxiety and jealousy of having a child like me start up a giant soldier that he thought was his own.

I don't know.

But it is an indisputable fact that my presence turned the original activation into the Lord Commander of Frenzy.

The original, just moved, has no power of destruction whatsoever.

With an initial activation state where everything was reset, this giant soldier had no wisdom and the baby was the same.

On the basis of this original, the Commander-in-Chief makes a decision to reunite the Giant Soldier Development for use in the war and orders the Twilight clan to be forcibly taken and this study to proceed.

But the commander-in-chief made these men, who firmly refused, obey their own lives by despicable means.

It is to take the children of Twilight hostage, imprison them, inflict severe physical and mental suffering, and force them to work as slaves for the development of giant soldiers.

The Commander-in-Chief did a lot of miserable things to this clan.

The Twilight people, too, initially rebelled violently against this state and managed to escape their futuristic children from this hellish place, sacrificing so many lives that they were constantly in treason.

Once, there was a major incident where multiple children were missed from where they were incarcerated.

Those who escaped at this time are now protected by Frezier and none other than the Twilight who operate in the enemy country.

At this time, the commander-in-chief furiously and furiously executed many Twilight mages who missed the children.

But this was, above all, an angry event for me.

Though the commander-in-chief, the king of one nation, the family of Twilight is descended from the Demon King class.

I also know better, descendants of Para Klondor, who is also the object of hatred.

I do not take my former gods lightly.

The Twilight clan had rightly inherited its magic. It was unforgivable to me that just humans were trying to use their power, to make them obey, to kill easily, to satisfy their foolish, shallow desires.

If he wasn't my father, he'd already be buried.

I can tell you that my greatest misfortune was that he was my father.

My magic is God's culminating ability to create everything in this world called creation.

But to produce something, you have to sacrifice something.

Black magic is the magic that comes out prominently, and in my case, it was something tied to many pledges and consideration.

The first rule of creative witchcraft can never betray the existence that created me.

I'm done with this.

This is also the greatest weakness.

I can't kill a tiny, old, stupid commander-in-chief. Rather, to be his sayings and to protect him is the greatest rule that sustains this magic.

Also, where did the commander-in-chief learn this fact, since when did he understand it?

Kill their own children and wives one after the other, treat me like a son, the only daughter who ever lived, and hold my mother hostage, according to her own will.

The commander-in-chief ruled me, the king of God.

I was uncomfortable, hateful, and burned to death, but I still couldn't betray him.

It wasn't until I was seven that I was able to stand up for politics.

By promising the commander-in-chief that I would use my own magic and succeed in the development of the imminent giant soldiers, I was entrusted with the full development.

Around this time, the number of the people of the Twilight clan was decreasing considerably, and there was no life for those who survived.

I put them under my own umbrella.

By doing so, he was trying to escape the Commander-in-Chief's malice.

Twilight's ability is invaluable.

The commander-in-chief has squeezed it with his own hands, knowing it.

It's really easy to subjugate someone with fear and violence. But you don't deserve to be king there, either.

"I am the king of silver. I will not diminish your power to draw the blood of the Black Demon King.... I know you hate the Federation, but be patient now"

That said, it created an environment that would protect the lives of Twilight magicians, who had already lost hope of living, and focus on the development of giant soldiers.

The commander-in-chief didn't even seem to care, but he seemed satisfied with the development of giant soldiers who had hit and changed and started to move forward, and that was the only way to keep the commander-in-chief running.

Modern giant soldiers, after many sacrifices and experiments, come to completion.

For me, the great war that lies ahead of the giant soldiers was just what it was all about.

The return of the golden apple.

Fighting the Giants (Giganto Magilliva)...... Fighting the gods that eventually align.

In this day and age, "Para Ellis”, who was often in a cooperative relationship with me, said it did come.

That was the only hope for me.

"Chip... those guys, they stole their original eyes. I can't forgive you......"

Out of breath, with lacerations all over my body, I return to the real world again.

It's my precious Helenaia room.

My body hurts. The skin was sore, and his right eye and left foot were taken.

A few built-ins would have been missing, too.

"Oh, you, are you okay...?

Helenaia noticed my return and rushed to her side.

She suffered until earlier, but now she seems to be okay.

"Why, why are you on such a body..."

Helenaia had a terrible crying look on her face and I was wondering.

She must hate me. [M] That's how much I know.

"Nothing, they didn't do it to me... well, indirectly, they did it."

Fluffy, after an ironic grin spills, to body pain, distorts the expression.

The lacerations on this body are the price for “regenerating” the original giant soldier more than once.

That regeneration is equal to reincarnation.

In Nathan's magical fortress "Black Box", which seals the original, the price for regeneration is set to be put behind me, but even with a shield, the price is demanded accordingly.

For this reason, when they were pulled out of the "black box," they were chased to the bill all at once.

The price of black magic that produces something is enormous.

If you're just a giant soldier, you can't say that in the original, although you create the Demons into materials.

The original material can be described as my own.

Also, being deprived of the right eye of a giant soldier rendered the magic of regeneration incomplete and considered a failure.

Was it also a burden on your body?

"Dear Istarte,"

On the side, Natan appeared. He's also bleeding out of his mouth.

But he held my body, and lay on the couch on his side, and gave instructions to the golems for the cure, and lightly partitioned the place.

I was gradually feeling my body ache go away.

Is it time for the healing magic in your body to start turning?

"Istarte... Istarte, you, you're going to die with all those scratches"

Helenaia was watching me and saying that, crying in vain.

Was I so shocked? [M]

"Why... don't you ask about them?

I asked the lid.

Helenaia opens her eyes a little and then gives her a strangely depressed look.

"Those guys would be more concerned about you. Heh... I don't know what I'm talking about, but they're safe. Really, he got out of me, worked a thieving outrage, and ran away."

"... I am"

Trying to say something, she leaned down again.

I am small and breathe repeatedly.

I reached out hard to move and tried to touch her. But I hesitate.

"Helenaia, why didn't you run away?

And ask. It was clear that Magiliva had come to take Helenaia away.

Yet Helenaia did not escape.

"Me too... I don't know"

She shook her head as she cried like a child, spilling a pole and tears.

Are you mourning your own foolish actions?

I stared at the ceiling.

The “right” of the labyrinth's eyes was taken away, and things moved greatly. You won't have time to be long.

"Natan... your magical fortress will not keep you any longer"

……

"Be honest with me"

"... Yes. I can tell you that modifying the space destroyed by Para Magiliva is nearly impossible for me"

"Again, that woman is the trigger..."

I wake up a bloody body and tell it in a low voice, which has not healed yet.

"Let's get started, Natan"

"... are you serious"

Nathan has an uncommonly complicated look.

"Oh... heh, no, nothing's fast. Instead, say finally. The gods are already aligned. The myth repeats itself. The world is reborn again."

When I stood up, Helenaia tried to support me.

"It's okay."

Make sure you say that, and I'll pull her away.

I wiped her tears as she was crying and narrowed her eyes.

Helenaia is trembling with unspeakable anxiety.

"What the hell are you trying to start?

"It's war."

"If it was war, it would have started a long time ago, wouldn't it?

"No... it's a continuation of the war in the age of mythology. Fight the Giants."

"... Huh?

I stroked her head confused.

Look up at her taller than you are.

"You'll be tired this evening. Slow down and good night."

With that said, I immediately turned my back on her, looked forward only, and I took Nathan out of the room.

It's time to clear up years of humiliation.

We don't have time. You can sacrifice everything else to get back what's important.

The gods return, and the myth repeats itself.