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

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What the hell is that?

That's what I thought for a few seconds or so.

I suppressed my aching head, I was desperate, and I thought about who Vigeon I just saw.

No, you'll find out soon enough.

What I just saw was a mythical age story...

Memories from the times before I got down to Mayday.

Memories of when we started making the world in Mayday, as kings as gods, of creating a nation.

Memories of my relationship with Acromeia twisted...

Above all, I can remember as if the memory of falling in love with Magiliva was there from the beginning.

"... Magiliva..."

Unexpectedly, the name spilled.

She is Makia's first appearance.

No, even if you don't think so again, I've always known.

But that's what I knew only by the information as a word, and when I think of it as video and as memory, I think of Magiliva as a feeling of dislike.

And thoughts of penance for her.

It was put aside and passed away, and the suffering...

But what made me angry more than that was that I ended up repeating myself.

If you don't leave Magiliva alone, next time I pick you up, you swore to the remains of Magiliva in disillusionment.

I didn't remember anything, I...

"hehe...... haha, you seem to remember that too, Klondor"

Istarte, who was across the street, for some reason held one eye, breathing, but said to me in an excited way.

"What do you say? You know my thoughts!! There is no rivalry in settling the battle, and there is no other thoughtlessness in accepting the destiny of being separated from Helenaia and being killed by the retrievers even if reincarnated...!!

……

Istarte was absurd in her voice, spitting out the thoughts of a long time ago.

"Magiliva's guy just used that magic"

"The magic of turning 0 into 1...?

I also remember the last magic of Magiliva.

For me, it was more magic than a miracle, closer to the despair that took her life.

"That's right. That's not easy magic to use. Magiliva asked her mother Gaia for her own life at the price, a wish that was too big"

Istarte explained lightly.

To her, too, the magic seems to be inexplicable and distant.

"Do you know why, in this day and age, the original God barely interferes with us, Klondor?"

"... what?

"In the end, what Magiliva wished for was one big premise.... to restore the position of the original god to the state before opening the hole to Naruto. By closing the hole in Naruto that I've opened."

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"By doing so, we sealed the most troublesome and unrivalled things that ever lived in the context of war."

Istarte said.

At that time, what drove everything crazy was that the four original gods renounced their role of watching over the earth as concepts, each with too much interference in the earth.

In the first place, each of the four former gods' emotions toward the Genesis gods were different.

Ura, the Heavenly Father God, tries to be slightly jealous and competitive with us and not monitor us.

Gaia, the goddess of the earth, who turns his infinite love and harshness on us and watches over us.

Helenaia, the goddess of love, wants to be loved by us.

In the end, the Genesis gods were flirting with the former gods who dew me.

Gaia, the goddess of the earth, who merely weighed the discipline and thought of the Genesis gods as my sons, did not make it good, but taught Magiliva the magic of turning 0 into 1, and in consideration of her life, performed the miracle of opening up the situation.

As a result, Ura, who was watching me, returned to Nara again, and Helenaia also detached the concept of love from the flesh and became just an artificial human being.

With these modifications in the name of miracles, Acromeia and I were temporarily disempowered, dropped the sequence to the bottom, and then lost the right to decide on Mayday's policies.

Convinced.

Magiliva ended up releasing me from what was tying Krondor...

But there's something I still don't understand.

"Hey. You, after all, what do you want... istarte"

"... what?

To my inquiry, Istarte leaked a low voice.

The fact that it was called Istarte, not Acromeia, also seems to be a dissatisfaction.

"Are you stupid...? Break the law of the world and rebuild it… it's what it's all about."

"No. So what the hell do you want, you"

……

"Rebuild the world again, what do you want?... that what you want is in the post-rebuild world?

Istarte is a face that cannot afford to stare at me cold.

It's none of your business.

He insists strongly and clenches his fist with a sword.

It was only by remembering the mythological times that I had my doubts.

Acromeia... The man who was Istarte's god even hated me and preferred to compete with me.

Sure, there was that, but in Giganto Magiliva, he had a strong purpose to say he wanted Helenaia back from me.

Acromeia didn't want to lose Helenaia.

That's why my opinion and I rebelled and kept fighting. Until we destroy the world.

But now Istarte has an equivalent purpose?

This guy should have had Lena, Helenaia's rebirth, in his hands.

Yet...

"You don't have a purpose anymore... do you?"

……

"What are you gonna do, beat me? I want to show who that is.... what"

"Shut up."

Istarte blocking my words.

The expression feels distorted and angry.

"What do you know? To you who gave up fighting while you had everything and kept everything from me... Forget everything, happily surrounded by companions, you have those who love you and those who love you!!

"... istarte, you"

"I still suffer because you didn't argue with me then. I'm still alone! Klondor, if you fought the Dusk War (then), you fought for me, I... Huh!!

Screaming, she came at me with her sword again.

Her sad words are confusing to me because I just traced back my memory to something I don't know what it means.

But here, you can't show her the gap.

I set myself up to receive Istarte's sword.

"No!... Istarte... Huh!

But that's when the voices that waited for us to bump into each other echoed into this space.

Both Istarte and I are surprised, stopping the movement and turning our gaze towards you.

"... Lena?

It was Lena standing there.

It's been quite a while, seeing what she looks like.

Lena puts her hands on her chest and has a much more powerful look on her face.

I wonder what it is. Something seemed different from Lena's atmosphere so far.

Most of all, what surprised me myself was that Lena in front of me and Helenaia in my memory did not overlap at all.

Others say they all match in their brains when they are reincarnated...

Because I didn't think of Lena in front of me as Helenaia.

"… Hereneia"

But Istarte calls her by that name.

Istarte stopped moving with a surprised look like she'd never seen before.

Lena sends me a glance once.

It was only a moment of contact, but it conveys a strong will to leave this place to me.

It was the magic of transmission.

Lena broke in between me and Istarte, stood in front of Istarte, and said:

Istarte, let's not do this anymore.

"... what are you going to do, Helenaia? Why are you here? [M] I must have left you there."

……

"Have you followed Krondor? You want to stop me and save him, Helenaia?"

"No, I'm not."

Lena shook her head.

The word was powerful and, after all, it seemed different from what Lena had been.

What are you going to do, Lena?

"I have come to save you, Istarte"

"... Me?

Istarte leaks a surprising, suspicious voice.

But Lena was never lost, and placed her hand on Istarte's shoulder and gazed at her.

"I get it. How to Save You"

"... what are you trying to say, Helenaia"

"I'm not Helenaia, Istarte. I told you before."

"... you are Helenaia. My daughter...... Hereneia"

"No, I'm not. I don't need a father-daughter relationship like that anymore."

……

Istarte grabbed her fist at Lena's words and bit her back teeth all the time, but eventually dropped her gaze so as to loosen all its power.

Like I said, I lost my only connection.

"... I know. Nothing like you don't think of me as a parent. [M] As much as I hated it."

……

"That's why I let you go, and why did you come here?"

He was about to cry.

You'll never show it in front of me, you weak-looking Istarte.

Again, she... No, for Acromeia, Lena, who was supposed to be "Helenaia," is still special.

Even now, she only looks like a daughter.

"... istarte"

Lena hugged Istarte like that.

"Let's not fight anymore, Istarte. How long are you going to keep playing the role of the bad guy?... you, really, want to save people more than anyone else"

……

"You weren't protecting the Twilight people either. You were never just a miserable king. I know you well for protecting me."

Istarte couldn't blink at Lena's words.

He has made his body stiff and has stood up without being able to deny her, refuse her or accept her the other way around.

While I was surprised, I had a faint hope for Istarte, who only listened properly to Lena.

Lena and Istarte have a relationship we only know about each other.

Lena might be able to stop Istarte.

We don't fight, we might soothe.

It could be a hand in denying the repetition of wars in the mythical age...

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But pale hope is repainted by bright red blood.

The first thing I saw was the sight of Lena bleeding out of her back.

Pierce your back, sword tip.

I wondered if Istarte had pierced Lena with a sword.

But soon, I understand it's not.

"You shouldn't, Acromeia. I don't want you to get lost in here."

The voice was heard from behind Istarte.

I notice a swinging black robe. It's Nathan Twilight.

His sword pierced Istarte and Lena all at once.

"Ki... you... eh, Ellis"

……

Nathan, in his robe, drew an arc on his nigga's mouth and pulled out his sword.

Slurring, Lena collapsed on the spot.

Istarte cursed, but barely stood.

The healing seems to be starting, but it will take a little while to fully heal.

"You'll have this returned. Because it was originally made by me."

In Nathan's hands, when did you do it, Lena's supposed to have, a god-killing dagger fitted in.

As soon as he sees it, Istarte blues at once and is covered in fallen Lena.

"No! Without it, this girl..."

Lena was already dying.

Istarte is in a hurry because I'm sure without that dagger, she can't keep her life.

Nathan Twilight is probably a blue general.

I immediately guessed.

He wielded his dagger and tried to shake it off to Istarte, who was wrapped around Lena.

"Stop!!

I used metastatic magic to get into Natan's nostalgia all at once from the spot.

Make sure you play him, and shove the sword.

But Nathan's loathsome grin doesn't go away.

At the moment of being bounced off, he also uses metastatic magic to move the position slightly.

There was a blunt iron noise with Gin, and we exchanged swords and felt the power we could get into each other's swords, facing each other.

"Nathan Twilight... I didn't know you were the Blue General"

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"No way, it wouldn't be the main body"

"Ha ha, what about that, Klondor"

Smiled to make a fool of himself, Nathan Twilight jumps up, builds a floating field in the air and stays there.

I ate my teeth while he looked down on me from the sky.

The situation sucks.

I didn't forget the existence of the Blue General, but I didn't expect him here to betray Istarte and go into this kind of action.

With Nathan Twilight I've seen before, the atmosphere is different.

Is this guy a soul too? No, I don't know...

I don't know, but I get lost. That's the scariest part of him.

"Helenaia...... eh, Lena...... eh"

Istarte has called Lena's name, and she has a healing magic on her, but it never seems to work.

It comes through.

From everywhere, of this pressing situation, the swings.

"Blue General...... No, Ellis. What the hell is your purpose..."

This guy has always been a mystery since the mythological era.

Pretending to be nice to us, but moving behind us, confusing us, inviting us, pressing us to make a choice...

It's now, I know better. He still deserves the word "mastermind."

"Hehe. I just want to see what the worst end is... Klondor"

Ellis laughed and patted her fingers.

"Magic Fortress..." "Black Hole" "

There are holes beneath your feet, surrounded by black and red, swallowed up in various spaces.

It's a magic fortress.

The space he started to create is similar to the one I remember tracing.

Similar to Nara.

Even if it's fake, for me, it's really just a place of fear.

But the dark magical fortress, which began to spread, was instantly swallowed up by the light of a crosscutting prism and repainted with the colours of the world.

That speed far exceeded the speed at which the Magic Fortress was built.

"... This is..."

When was the last time I was standing in an empty world?

Blue skies and white clouds that last everywhere.

The standing area looks like a wide lake with this sky in it, centered on me, spreading ripples.

I know this place.

Once, where I broke up with Machia Odileel.

The boundaries of the world.