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

"... eh"

I instantly magically relieved the severe pain in my body that struck the ground.

Get up right away and get in shape. I distracted my surroundings.

"Ha, the boulder is Krondor."

The spooky Istarte voice echoed.

It was a slightly bright, thin, water-tight, spacious space.

When I check the ceiling, there's a hole in the hole where we fell.

However, the most surprising thing was that the roots of the trees crawled amazingly, like sewing the ceiling.

"That's the root of the great tree."

Istarte showed up before me.

As she steps on the water, the dust that was rising pulls away softly.

As if to lay flat before the king.

I took her straight to the front and stared.

"The great tree moved to this island, and it hasn't been a day yet... you think it's the root of the tree? Is it something with roots?"

"... come on. It's not a natural place to cook. In the end, Daiki is like the symbol of four original gods."

……

Original God.

Every now and again, that's the word I've heard. When I hear that, the inside of my chest squeezes.

"Ha, but it doesn't matter.... or as always, you're loud in the details."

……

I've been that character for a long time...

"Come on, the disturbers are gone. Shall we settle, Klondor?"

"Is it good? While we do this, Machia will destroy the laws of the world."

"Hehe. I wish for that."

"... what?

"I'll have trouble if you don't destroy it. We need that stage to rebuild.... because I can't destroy it."

Istarte shrugged her shoulder, for Christ's sake.

"You let Machia go on purpose"

"Well, there's that too. But I've been waiting for this day to settle with you. I couldn't settle for the mythological era.... Too bad it's not a battle between giant soldiers"

Couscous laughs, Istarte sets his slender sword in front of his face.

The left arm is equipped with a silver shield. It's his artifact.

"Hehe, in this look, it's hard to fight, Klondor"

"... what?

"I wonder why I look like a girl. You look almost the same since the mythological era."

……

I wanted to know if you knew that.

But the way Istarte looks at a much younger, much younger, young girl than herself is certainly hard to fight.

Maybe my feelings for him would have been different if I had memories of the mythological era.

"As always, you're sweet for a woman, Krondor."

"... what?

"Because of that, you took my daughter in mythical times, and you lost Magiliva."

To Istarte's words, I opened my eyes.

Lost Magiliva...?

"What does that mean?"

"Ha. It's no use saying anything to you without the memory of the mythical age. Me and you, in the mythical age, settle the battle stopped by that hateful Magiliva. That's enough!!

Istarte had a maddening look and instantly jumped into my nostrils.

The body is pushed by a silver shield, breaking the scaffold and falling once, but turning away from the body to the right to avoid the shaken silver sword.

He rose to pay for Istarte's legs, and after getting in shape with each other, he waved his sword without getting lost.

The moment the two swords collided, a strong wave of magic spread, due to a huge overlap of magic.

That wave, as if it were a circle drawing, had produced severe lacerations on the wall so much that it could tell it had reached its surroundings.

Still, there was no stopping the sword attack, and Istarte and I had relentless magic in every blow.

"Ha. Fun, Klondor! I'm so glad you're coming at me."

"You... why are you so obsessed with fighting me? Why would he want to settle!

Piss, her sword blushed my arm.

An injury caused by a magical sword can be several times greater than the actual injury.

It's a little painful, but I just asked.

"Why? It has been decided. 'Cause I don't feel good."

"... don't you feel better?

"You're not good enough to forget it all. I remember being a god at an early age because of my mythical hatred. The hatred that took everything away from you...!

A high, metallic sound rang through this space.

Critical and with each other's swords exchanged, Istarte said.

"I hey, when Log Veda, the war before Giganto Magiliva, was over, I was burning obsession with creating the next weapon to beat Krondor. To produce a giant soldier with a golem application.... I needed more power to do that than I do now. I had the Golem dig back into the earth. Long, long enough to cross the underground land of death."

"The earth? Why......"

"Because the world was originally about heaven and earth and the great trees. I was there for the possibility that I still wouldn't see it. Behind the earth, I wonder if there's something I don't know!

As he played himself, Istarte flied backwards with a blade.

Get in shape with each other.

Istarte waved her bloody sword and asked me.

"By the way, Krondor... what the hell do you think happened under the earth?

……

I don't know that.

I don't even remember having a country of death.

"What was beneath the earth was" Naruto. ”It is the end point of the roots of the great tree, where the former gods inhabit, the aggregate place of concepts that elect the world…"

"Nara...?

As soon as I heard the words, I was struck by the tingling in the back of my mind that was crawling all the way up to me at once.

It was an emotion with fear.

"I met Lenaia in Nara, the concept of love para alpha. She was one of the first four concepts, the daughter of heaven and earth. Unshaped, it was just a notion there, but I went to Nara many times and met her. There can't be a conversation, it was just an encounter with" love, "but I was wondering and comforting."

Unlike me, who had a twitchy fear in his chest, Istarte had a look immersed in nostalgia.

"At one point I brought Helenaia to earth. She always wanted to get out on the ground, so she followed me. I wondered what to do. [M] I was wondering if this was something I shouldn't have done... although I thought a little bit of it then."

……

"Where did you learn about Helenaia, Para Ellis came to me. Ellis was one of my few collaborators. Ellis suggested to me, why don't you give Helenaia a body? If Klondor hates you, you should tailor him to a goddess he envies. That's why I gave you my body under the procedure of making a golem. the body as the tenth goddess."

Istarte has the same tone as yesterday.

Unlike me, I remember a lot.

Listening to Istarte, I don't remember anything, and I also have a word that catches me and shakes inside my heart.

I don't know the translation, I get disturbed.

I wonder what... this rush is.

"The truth is, I was going to use the goddess of love I created to screw up the relationship between the peaceful and hateful gods. I was going to kill the hilarious gods danced to the charm of Helenaia, in turn. So I took the form of Hadefis' artifact and made it the material of Helenaia's body. I also needed to establish myself as a goddess by holding artifacts, but to be honest, it was still meant to hurt the gods."

Walked around there, Istarte continued.

"But in the meantime, Helenaia seemed loving. I couldn't help but be cute. Helenaia was truly an honest and good girl, even though she was only a goddess of love and her charm was something else that the gods knew."

"... you say it like your own daughter"

"My daughter. I thought of Helenaia as the cute little girl I had created. I didn't even think about it that way at first."

Helenaia is about Lena.

Is that why Istarte grabbed Lena?

You mean this guy had that kind of emotion, too?

"But yes. With the feast I wanted to brag about Helenaia, I would be terribly disappointed in her..."

Suddenly, a shadow falls on Istarte's tone and expression.

"Sometimes Helenaia has fallen in love with you at first sight, Klondor. I thought I hated you the most. [M]... and you caught me!

Istarte suddenly bared her voice.

He waved his sword and turned to me without hesitation.

I have no idea what she's talking about, but I can't stop palpitating.

We can't just be attacked, we exchange swords again.

Zukin Zukin and, what hurts, was it your head? Was it in your chest?

I also feel like a shoulder.

I don't know. It hurts so much in so many places, I fluttered.

But shortly afterwards, my vision was surrounded by visible light, along with the shock of rushing through my body with billivism.

We bumped into each other, and each other's magic echoed something.

Docun......

Mythical age memories circled in me as my heart beat repeatedly, sending out blood.

My memory priorities, which I had sealed all the way back in my soul, in a hidden place I didn't even realize myself, came to the top.

'I'm disappointed in you guys. As it is, the pit of Naruto will spread, and you earthly gods will be plunged into eternal darkness... oh yes. Shall we again summon another child and set up the gods? That way, you don't have to do it anymore.'

I never wanted to remember that voice again.

The voice sounded first, in the back of my brain.

Fear of not being able to breathe and cold without any more.

I was caught up every day, the feeling back then.

Please don't.

Let me finish this already.

I even wished, but I can't ask anyone for help.

Memories of solitude, similar to the freezing cold.

Four directions, eight directions and a situation where there is no escape.

I remember that.