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

'I got it. Look, this is your body... hey, Lenaia.'

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"Move your mouth. You should be able to talk."

I remember the first time I got my body.

Take my hand gently in front of me, by the name of Acromeia, and the man's God.

"You were created by me. It's always good to live on my side, in my shelter."

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'That's the safest, safest thing to do. You don't have to be in such a dark place anymore... I don't miss you.'

The man loved me, mercied me, and gave me everything I wanted.

I was taught a lot by Acromeia to behave like a human being.

He was taken to many places, fed a lot of delicious food and given a lot of entertainment.

At first, I always felt like I was listening to Acromeia.

But then I started to think it wasn't enough.

Sometimes you love Acromeia as if he were my father, and he also thought of me as my daughter, but that's not enough.

I wasn't satisfied.

Gradually that dissatisfaction turns into a desire to leave him.

I met him at the feast, he had a love affair for a lovely God, and he began to want to go to him.

I completely forgot, such as that I am the original God, as if I were just one young daughter...

But that God, who made love, kept me away from Acromeia and never tried to look at me.

Instead, he was afraid of me and wary of me.

Make me ugly day by day.

Why, my body will rot.

When I had that question, I finally remembered to say that I was not a normal person.

I was made to your father, Acromeia.

From the bottom of Naruto, take me.

A vessel as a person does not match my existence.

I can't get in. The concept of love is going to rip through the vessel and overflow.

Only one, no one can see themselves, in a dark room.

In front of the mirror, he saw dry hands and feet peeking from the dress and touched the fallen cheeks of rotten meat.

By then, most of my body was already dead.

I wonder how selfish I am.

Jumping out of Naruto because of selfishness, stirring up the relationship of the gods on earth, causing war...

I was blurry and thinking about that.

At first I had no emotions, either, because while my body rotted, one personality was awake.

"Help............... Father"

The day the war ends.

At the end of the day, it was the man who created himself.

Because the only person who loved me for free was that person.

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

Oh, yeah. My name is Lena.

But me, pierced by a sword, so, I'm dying.

I came here to see Istarte, naturally.

At the Royal Palace in Kiltraden, after Mr. Lepis and Mr. Gado helped him, he quickly escaped through the mess.

When he said he wanted to go to Istarte, Mr. Gado told me where she was going. The transfer device used by Istarte and invented by Twilight was still unfolding its transfer to the island.

We used it to get here.

"Lena, no. You can't die. Why did you come after me..."

Istarte is calling my name.

He calls me Lena properly.

My consciousness is going somewhere.

But it's the name that stops me from connecting...

Istarte's hand, which takes my hand, is small, trembling.

It's strange how this guy can be so scared.

No, you're not.

This guy, this kid, he's been scared.

A day to be thrown away by this world.

"Lena, no. You can't die! Yeah, let me give you my arm. My arm, your body damage..."

Istarte took his own right arm. Or easily, I hurt my own body.

As if it were a consumable that could be immediately regenerated, as I say.

It can't be painful, but this guy already has a strange feeling.

There should only be one treatment for flesh, but I don't know.

I have no choice. Because that's how God has made the world.

"No... istarte..."

I managed to reach out to her in a hazy manner.

A bloody abdomen. The pain is no longer there.

"What's wrong, if you're dead, what am I supposed to do?"

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"It's just you. Lena is the only one I hope for..."

"... istarte"

"Live and go back to the other world. If you live somewhere, that's fine with me. I don't think you want me to die here. I don't want you to be unhappy!

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"I missed you again. That's just it. But that's enough. Already... run, from this Mayday"

I thought there was no lie in Istarte's chopped words.

I won't lie to you. This man is also someone who is terribly pure and just tried to be too strong.

I have been entrusted with the world of Mayday as a child, hating and necessary evil.

Because I knew that the world could never be made up of just beautiful things.

But after all, that's just too spicy. The haters are too spicy.

It's too spicy on its own.

Death is not the end, eternity is too spicy.

The last thing I wanted to get away with was you.

Neither did I.

I wanted to escape from the real world, from my mother's bondage, from my unsure self.

Every day is a hundred million robberies, and I have come to be led by this Mayday.

But you can't.

Really, there is no cloudiness or stray, and the person who loves me should certainly have been on the right side, but it is only after I get away from him that I realize that.

I finally figured it out too.

Why did Istarte have to worry about it?

I've always missed Istarte, too.

In the age of mythology, I escaped this man by my own will. The ideals and yearnings that I have held in my chest.

But after all, it was this guy who asked for it at the end.

Because this man was family.

All this time, I wanted to say.

There were a lot of hard things, a lot of things that didn't pay off, and I felt sorry for them.

I envied people, hated or neglected this body, but still, I can't be anything but me.

I'm the only one.

I believe that the day will come when I may be myself without much, but I can still be proud of myself.

So thank you for making me.

"… istarte……… together, let's go"

With just one gratitude and a wish, I embraced and whispered her as I embraced Istarte's shoulder wound.

Istarte shook himself once and opened his eyes to zero the tears he had been hoarding.

I will not leave Acromeia, Istarte, in this world alone.

This man, who has suffered for a long time, should no longer be in Mayday.

That's why I'm taking you.

I'll take you out of here.

"... elas aplay psyuk"

Unconsciously, I was casting that spell.

Because I think the Great Being whispered to me that it would be good to mouth on my forehead and cast this spell.

Maybe that was the other me. He may have heard my wishes and helped me.

Immediately afterwards, the prismatic light runs out of ten, like a mixture of multiple colors.

The dark world was repainted at once.

A place that connects the world with a blue sky on the horizon that runs everywhere.

That was the boundary of the world.

"... Lena?

From a little distance, Mr. Thor stared at us in surprise without even being able to blink.

I wake up. The wound was completely healed.

"Me, that's crazy. I just prayed..."

"... this is probably magic that makes 0 1. … great, ultimate magic."

"Haha. I couldn't do magic..."

Chuckling, I stared at Mr. Thor again, too.

Strange, clear everywhere, with a calm mind.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Thor"

"Are you going?

"Yes, Istarte, I'll take him. To her, Mayday is hard to live with."

Istarte sleeping on the side.

I held her up and carried her. She is small, thin and light.

Even though I'm like a grown man talking to you, my sleeping face makes me think you're a little girl after all.

"I'm sorry. I've been pushing all kinds of things on Mr. Thor and the others."

"Good. You should go. Don't worry about us... Earth is a good place."

Mr. Thor assured me forcefully. And I just laughed a little lonely.

Will you think I'm lonely?

"... Mr. Thor, please, be happy with Machia"

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"Me, all the time, I wish you all happiness. If you're to be forgiven, all the time. All the way to death."

That's what I wanted to tell Machia.

But we don't have time for this anymore.

"Lena... say hello to him. All I could do was deny Acromeia and try to kill her. Hard, I think I missed you.... If you live in a world with Lena, you can save him too. Please... be happy."

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I nodded at Mr. Thor's haphazard words, looking straight ahead.

Unfortunately, never, ever turn around.

Bear the heavy stuff. But move on.

Looking at the future.

I'm walking for myself now, for what's important to me.

Zero tears at the smell of a nostalgic world that eventually arrives, taking the water-tight ground step by step.

But I have no hands to wipe away the tears that are overflowing.

Struck by intense sorrow and grief, in a pale light, I now had a sense of disconnection from the Mayday.

You must not go back.

Mayday is not our world.

But I never forget the people I met there.

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Goodbye.