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

My name is Lena.

That night Machia picked me up, I was supposed to get away from Istarte once.

Yet I did not escape.

I wonder why.

Istarte looked like a young girl, an adult.

I seem much more adult than I am. And yet, I can't leave her alone.

Is this the thought of the person who created me in the mythical age?

I don't know.

Even though I feel scared, I really care.

I can't watch Istarte seem to suffer.

That's not just superficial scratches. She lives in this world, breaking her heart badly.

I felt that way.

On the day Istarte told me to say good night, I couldn't sleep one night.

Neither Machia's face, which I saw a long time ago, nor the injured Istarte, remained behind my brain and left me.

"Istarte... what am I going to start"

I knew Istarte was about to start something last night in an exchange with Nathan.

That's very scary.

Only the desire to stop her from acting was in me.

Every time I do something, that kid hurts, suffers, goes crazy.

It's not Mr. Thor or Machia who's here right now, it's me.

I'm the only one who can stop that girl.

When I solidified that thought, I tried to leave the room again.

All this time, I can't even be scared. I feel like it's going to be too late for something, and I feel bad.

Let's do something about the Golem with white magic.

Why do you think I've been studying white magic...

"... ah"

But when I open the door to the room, I quickly hit a major obstacle.

What a man in white military uniform with an eyelid stood in front of the room.

I was surprised because I knew at first sight that the man I had never seen was a magician from the Twilight clan.

I knew you looked like Mr. Thor...

"Oh, that."

Speaking up, the person glanced at me and said, "Don't leave your room."

"You, who?

"I say Gad Twilight. I apologize for the inconvenience caused by the thief I missed last night."

"... are you here because Istarte told you to?

……

The man on the top of the Buddha nodded, "Yes," after opening for a little while.

What are you thinking? The pale attitude still feels like Twilight.

"I want to see Istarte. Let me out of here."

"That shouldn't be"

"Why"

'Cause I'm told to protect you here, too.'

A man named Gado said in a tight tone. This person also seemed dissatisfied with the current situation.

When I close the door, I wander around the room and think of other measures.

We have to hurry. It's too late for Istarte to do something.

Speaking of places I think I could get out of, I thought all I had to do was windows.

Previously, as much as I gave up getting out of here, this room was high ground.

When I open the window, a cold breeze blows in my face. But I can't be frightened.

"…" Lend me the power of the name, O emerald fairy, who shows the southwesterly wind… Thy name is Clan Wee ""

I put my fingers together in front of my chest and cast a spell.

Never mind, stay on the window and jump off this high spot.

If I scream, I raise my voice without a voice, thinking that someone named Gad will find out.

Sometimes I had wind cushions reduce the impact of the fall, and still, at the end of the day, I fell with a buttcake on top of the snow.

"Ah... there you go"

After breathing the cold air and sweeping in with the geese, I look around my stomach.

There are many soldiers who look around.

I rested my breath and moved away from the scene, holding my still thrilling chest in the shock of the fall.

I found Istarte after wandering off for a long time after that.

He was searching the grounds of a large royal palace, using the magic he knew, somehow applying it.

Luckily the soldiers never found him, but Istarte seemed to be on his way to the royal palace capitol with Mr. Nathan.

Her injuries still seemed difficult to say were fully healed.

The expression is cold everywhere, but only the gaze looks a long way ahead, and the footsteps are quick.

"... istarte... what are you doing"

I had a bad feeling about it.

Right now, I want to run over to her, pull my arm and bring her back.

I didn't know what Istarte was willing to do, but I thought so.

But the air surrounding Istarte is so tight that I won't allow it.

"... Huh?

The surprise was that every time Istarte went among the soldiers guarding the capitol, one soldier after the other fell.

There was no sound, like losing consciousness all the time.

They are all laying down on the ground, bleeding from their mouths, twisting their bodies.

In the end, my legs were dull.

Because Istarte killed a man so easily and quietly that he didn't even realize he had stepped on a worm.

……

Eventually Istarte disappeared into the Great Chamber.

I hugged my trembling body once and headed to the big door in the big conference room, trying to get my disturbed breath in order.

The soldier who stops me from walking, he wasn't alone.

Slightly open the heavy doors of the large conference room and peek inside.

".................. eh"

I watched with a scratch the brutal sight played out in front of me.

Istarte was the opposite of that commander-in-chief, and the Twilight men, starting with Mr. Nathan, argued for the commander-in-chief without hurting themselves.

Mr. Natan dropped that commander-in-chief's head...

To the smell of blood reaching my nose, I felt ill and accidentally held my mouth to the pain of my stirring chest.

I almost had tears, but I could do my best.

If I cry, I can't look ahead.

I have to see.

Istarte... you took care of your own father...

There was some pain there that made me decide my chest, but when I think about Istarte, I think it was inevitable.

But Istarte has now carried a heavier cross.

A fallen Mr. Nathan confirms a series that has risen again and resurrected as a blue general.

I follow successive events with my eyes, so I have no room to think about what it means.

It's just that Istarte turned this way to leave the big conference room, and I saw that look on her face.

……

It's like a toddler's expression of despair when he can't rely on anyone anymore and can't go home anywhere anymore...

No, the expression was a real riddle, but it seemed to me so.

I don't know why.

Maybe it's because I was created from Istarte.

Was the pain like piercing your chest with a thick pile mine or Istarte's?

Desperate eyes that you are seeking relief somewhere, but that no one can save you anyway.

She doesn't realize that herself.

"... did you follow me?

……

Helenaia left the big conference room and immediately noticed me.

"Isn't that a no? I told you to rest in your room. I put Gad on watch."

"Because... because you cared..."

"Me?

"You... Oh, my God..."

I didn't know what to say.

"'Cause it must have been your father, right? Even Mr. Nathan... your, important"

"It doesn't matter who's alone. Except you."

……

It's a lie.

The truth is, there were people who wanted to save more.

Istarte may deny it, but I understand. Pass it on.

I have high feelings of ruthlessness and accidentally slap Istarte's cheek flat.

"Don't be stupid! Then why are you, you look like that!!

……

Why did you do that? Have I told you?

I don't know. But I was hoping you'd listen to me.

Istarte opened her eyes and looked at me in surprise.

"I'm not going to cry now. I'm not going down! You look sad and you have no choice... Why are you doing this? I don't know anything... Istarte, why are you hurting yourself so much..."

Thoughtful, just stay strong, try to wrap her around and hug her.

No matter how grown up you are, if you hug, you can be aware of it even if you don't like it being a skinny girl.

Cold body.

"Why do you always try to be alone? You really want someone to help you, why"

"... hey Lenaia, you"

Istalte...... No, Acromeia was always alone.

Always, always, the age of mythology...

That's what I did, maybe, was supposed to be me.

I was aware of the contradictions between my words and the memory of a mythical age I was remembering.

That's why I can't do it.

Istarte couldn't help but turn me away.

"Please don't. Not any more... no, I'm not"

"Istarte......?

I have to go.

"Where the hell are you going?

"... holy place, Vabel... where everything is asleep."

"... Vabel? Is that... of the Kingdom of Ruskia...?

……

As soon as I did, I was anxious.

Istarte...... now what are you trying to do?

However, my anxiety was approximated, and she gently toed ahead and mouthed me on the forehead.

"You should go back to him."

"... Huh?

All the while, my legs lose their strength and I sit on the spot.

I can't move my body. This is magic.

"Hey, why?"

"'Cause you like Klondor more than I do, don't you? Go back to that man, and go back to the original world. Then you're not the only one involved..."

"... istarte"

Istarte is telling me to go back to my old world?

If they told me that, I didn't feel like I deserved to say anything anymore.

Because that was my goal.

I can see the blood pulling away.

Turning away from me like that, Istarte doesn't look back any more, he turns away.

"Wait, wait... Wait, Istarte!!

……

"Istarte............!!

No matter how many times I call her names, she doesn't look at me anymore.

Blurring and tears overflow.

I didn't wish I had come to this Mayday and wanted to be someone's best.

But maybe, I'm the best of that kid.

The fear given, the strong obsession, the elusive affection, the kindness that set me free at the end...

Everything is supposed to be special to me.

Even if we can't describe our relationship in this world.

I can't help trying desperately to move my immobile body.

How helpless I am.

"Someone... stop Istarte..."

I squeezed out my voice.

As it is, Istarte really does irrevocable things.

Because I think it's my role to protect the world of Mayday.

Then someone, free her from this Mayday...

"Ugh... Ugh..."

An unstoppable whimper. He moaned powerlessly and was crouching on the spot.

Always, always, always, how can't you do anything when it matters?

I just don't like myself.

"Dear Lena,"

That's when he slapped me in the shoulder from behind.

As soon as possible, the magic is solved and the body moves.

Looking back, there, unexpectedly, was Mr. Lepis.

"Are you all right? Are you hurt?"

"... Mr. Lepis?

"... that's a hell of a thing."

Mr. Lepis also had a strong expression.

I wonder where the hell she was looking from.

He takes my hand and makes me stand up.

Mr. Lepis opens the door to the big conference room in the capitol and proceeds inside.

That footprint is as usual. But my back is dropping the shadow.

……

I am sure of each and every Twilight wrapped around a black robe.

Among them, she limped in front of one magnificent man, and she watched her face staring as her robe soaked in blood.

For the Twilight, his hair is white and very thin.

"Mr. Lepis."

"... this man is my father"

"Mr. Lepis'?

"Yeah. Hopefully, I wanted to see you again while you were alive"

Mr. Lepis took the man's cold hand and mouthed it gently.

"The Twilight men were against the commander-in-chief. Everyone made their way, and Nathan..."

"... Really?"

With my little explanation, Mr. Lepis seemed to have guessed the situation.

I guess she knows what happened, to some extent, in the tragedy of this room, having wandered through numerous training grounds.

"The salvation is to say they were fighting their own enemies. Freed from years of suffering…"

……

"Sorry I couldn't save you......"

Mr. Lepis, who had been pale until now, shook his voice at the end and said he was sorry.

As soon as possible, I can't wait to feel it.

I knew Mr. Lepis was powdering himself to save the Twilight clan.

How did this happen?

Why are things so sad...

"Who!

From the entrance to the large conference room, a loud voice was heard.

Standing there was Gad Twilight.

He is not frightened by this situation, and he is alert.

But you noticed Mr. Lepis' presence, and you change your expression.

"No way...... is that Sister Lepis?

"... you are"

Mr. Lepis also raised a voice of surprise to Gad.

They rushed over and looked at each other.

Mr. Lepis puts his hand on Gad's cheek. Gad was also laying his own hands on Mr. Lepis' hands, frowning.

"You, Gad? Liar...... I'm just saying that you're already dead"

"I'm like dead once... but I'm still alive. Most of my body is just like the Golem. Serene and Istarte saved me from dying."

I didn't really understand the interaction between the two of them.

"But because of that, I'm still alive. I didn't participate in Twilight research and was counted as an army golem, so no evil poison was planted against Twilight. Istarte ordered me to protect Lena..."

Gad turned to me.

"Dear Lena. I knew what you were doing, but I've been watching you."

……

In the street, I was able to roam the royal palace full of soldiers.

Gad explained it to me and I understood it.

"Gad... you knew this would happen, too."

"Yeah. This is the last conclusion Twilight came up with. Everyone was already tired. At the end of the day, he chose death in order to achieve vengeance and also to atone for the sins of giant soldier development. This technology needs to be left in the afterlife..."

"... yes"

"Excuse me. I knew your sisters were looking for us to save..."

"No, if it's the last time you've pierced Twilight's pride,"

Mr. Lepis, there must have been anger.

Because he said he wanted to free the Twilight people so desperately.

But I'm tying my trembling lips tight and trying to accept the status quo.

And slowly turned to me.

"I'm sorry, Master Lena. Me and Gad were in a relationship with my cousins…. But here, I can't explain much. Take off your palace now."

"... Yep"

I nodded powerless.

Istarte is no longer here. Somehow, I was feeling it.

"Gado, too, must be told to protect Master Lena. You'll come with me."

"... ok. From the beginning, it's our job to bring Lena from this place to you, Frezier."

"Continuous roll-out of metastatic magic. First, from the royal palace to the church in the outer district"

Gado and Mr. Lepis lined up on both ends to pinch me.

Eventually what I began to hear was soldiers finally perceiving this situation, coming this way, such footsteps.

There were many things that bothered me, but I follow Mr. Lepis's instructions and leave myself to the magic of metastasis.

I feel even disappointed in my own powerlessness.

Still, the strong feeling that Istarte should not be the only one to give up, I was just one, holding on tight.