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

The end of the Dusk War was truly a shame.

It would be the result of Magiliva stopping the green curtain that was wrapping up Utice's country, which was about to break.

The magic used by Magiliva, who has no artifact, is still unknown at this time, unknown magic.

Magic that makes 0 1. Almighty magic.

That amounts to a miracle.

Because it makes it possible to have events that are inherently magical.

I don't know where Magiliva learned that magic, how it was activated and what she prayed for.

I don't know what got into it.

But the magic she unfolded brought to a halt the function of the original giant soldier, who was said to be indestructible, turning him into just a wreck and raining a rain of healing and grace on a burning rotten world.

The cloudy red and black skies returned to the clear white and blue skies, where giant soldiers roared and could not even hear the roaring noises.

In silence, there were just giant soldiers like broken toys, two gods standing by, and a fallen goddess.

I look like I was protected by Magiliva's golden sword.

He was down, but not a single one, no injuries.

…………

But my chest ached from all the lacerations.

Far from understanding that a giant soldier had been defeated and that the war was over, I watched only Magiliva fall in blood at the end of her gaze.

Disgusting information reaches me, God of Death, as if I were telling you.

"Magiliva!!!

In the rain, which never stopped me, I stood up, kicked the puddle, and ran over to Magiliva.

Magiliva looked bright white, like she slept, buried in rubble.

I get rid of the iron crumbs that were covered in her, lay down on Magiliva's side, and rock her.

But Magiliva doesn't wake up.

I'm not even breathing.

I don't want to believe everything, I've called Magiliva's name many times, but I haven't heard back.

Biting my back teeth, weeping, I shook Magiliva's little hand.

"............... Magiliva?

Behind my back, there was a man who called Magiliva's name.

It was Krondor.

In his right arm he had a sword, and his left arm had already been lost, and his blood flowed blistering in the puddle.

However, it also seemed shocking to Klondor that Magiliva was “dead” much more than he was.

Drop the galan and sword, dragging your feet, but slowly approach Magiliva.

Klondor reflected only Magiliva in his eyes.

Everyone has not been able to follow the information in front of them, the current situation and the end of it all.

Only to say that Magiliva was dead was everything to me and Klondor right now.

"Klondor!! Klondor!!!

I heard a scream like a confusion.

"You...... it's not over yet!! The giant soldiers are gone, we can still fight!! Take the sword Klondor!!

It was Acromeia. Acromeia had also crushed one eye and dyed half her face with blood, but still, she was trying to settle with Klondor.

But Klondor doesn't want to see Acromeia.

I just sat down on Magiliva's side and stroked her bright white cheek, without even a word.

"Klondor!! Fight!! What do you think you've come this far!!

……

"You, don't be ridiculous...... don't be ridiculous Klondor!!!

The cry of Achromeia echoed in vain and ethereal.

But Krondor never took the sword again.

However, he leans against Magiliva's remains, stares at her blurredly, and is powerless.

What are you thinking?

Really, are you thinking about Magiliva?

Too late. Too late, Klondor...

My anger at Klondor was swirling my chest hard, but I also had no power to blame Klondor here.

Klondor managed to connect himself because the thread collapsed on the spot, like a puffy cut.

What Magiliva wished for in the magic of that miracle was not just the destruction of giant soldiers.

What she wished for with her life was to temporarily seal the power of two gods, artifacts, even rights and concepts of justice.

At this time, Acromeia and Klondor were dropped the sequence of the gods to the bottom.

The battle over the golden apple closed the curtain this way, so sadly, by the wish of only one woman.

What was left was a worn out world and around the only sanctuary that was safe and the great trees.

It was like when we came to this world, it was a world of nothing.

Lenaia, the golden apple para alpha hidden by Klondor, also fell from the status of a goddess to just a human being because the two great gods lost their power.

Helenaia, who became not a goddess, but just a human being, was stripped of the concept of love that was a symbol of being a goddess.

Krondor, on the other hand, lost Magiliva, was caught blaming himself and abandoned everything.

I entrusted the matter of Helenaia and my own disposition to the other gods, as I said that it did not matter anymore.

Acromeia was angry and angry at Klondor like that.

But Klondor will no longer respond to Acromeia, who wants to settle.

I was disappointed in Klondor like that, desperate for Helenaia, who became just a person, and Acromeia seemed to care about everything again.

Mayday was saved.

No, I can say it's doomed as a result, but I got a chance to start over.

All the gods, calmly, calmly, thought about the future and did all they could.

To carry on our bond to the next world that Magiliva barely connected us to.

We couldn't help but think about the future of Mayday, even though we lost Magiliva.

No, maybe it was because I was sad that I wanted to immerse myself in something else.

Together with the other gods, he decided to rebuild the world that had been burned, laying down the system of the reincarnation of the gods, the laws of the world.

He also banished Helenaia, the cause that caused the war, from Mayday.

I was already just a person, because I feared that if I didn't come out, the concept of love would want to return to the flesh again.

The boundaries of the world were numerous, and they were dew, all over the Mayday, where space was twisted by war.

We decided to use it to deport Helenaia to another world.

Acromeia and Klondor had no right to these denials.

When we rebuilt the world, we created a random rebirth mechanism for the millennium.

However, in creating a system of reincarnation of the gods, someone had to take on the role of recovering one, the bodies of the gods ahead of the reincarnation.

Otherwise, the gods also reign for a long time, creating the wrong world and creating strife.

Next thing you know, don't be a god.

I was the one promoted as a “retriever."

Because I was equipped with the power to keep my memory under control and kill God, as if it were for this time.

"Why...... push everything on me and just you guys to forget everything. There's no way I can... There's no way I can... eh. You're telling me to go crazy!!!

It was at first that I was unconvinced by this decision and I moaned and suffered.

That's because she said that we might meet again in the future, that we had to put her in our hands, too.

I have to keep remembering everything sad and painful and still meet to kill.

But the cold judgment of the gods, who think this is the time, seemed right to me too.

They also entrust themselves to me to be killed.

I was remembering Magiliva's words.

'I'm sorry, Hadefis. I left everything to you. But please, don't despair. If it could be a long way ahead, but there's an end to it... we can see each other again.'

I wonder how far Magiliva looked.

Where the hell is the end of the far road?

In the end, I accepted it.

As a retriever, I will be watching over and documenting the “life” of the gods, who will be reincarnated again and again, and in the end, to kill...

Mayday, who laid down everything for the rest of that time, has now begun to reset, rebuild and recreate.

The continent was divided into four parts, with a large sea in the centre.

Eventually, the nations connected to the modern age were born, and the souls who were in the land of death fulfilled their rebirth in the new world.

We were also on the floor for a restful rebirth to redo everything.

If we rebuild, we will be bound by the law for a long time after rebirth.

That's the law to keep the power from rampant.

Everybody thought this was going to be okay.

Mayday is rightly guided by the system of coffins, and by the laws of the world, and will never be destroyed by us.

The gods cease to be gods.

As long as I am the retriever, they are killed, barely at the stage of being a man, before they become God.

It is later known as the Demon King.

But after a new mayday, I'll know.

From the tragic end, we must have rebuilt it for Mayday's sake, but in the end we are tormented by the many laws we have made.