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

Cuttlefish and the sound of shoes walking down the long corridor.

Why do school buildings sound so footsteps when there are no people in the hallway?

Especially old, evening school buildings.

In the school garden, a number of ministry activities, each with a voice.

Maybe a baseball club.

Khan and I heard a vivid noise, bouncing with momentum.

Through the hallway windows, it is possible to observe the evening and the condition of such students working well.

Still, I was headed to a room in the old school building without stopping my steps.

……

I stopped in front of a certain prep room, which is not much longer in use.

Open the sick door and go inside.

It was a dusty room with tools for art.

Dusty plaster statues, bull bones, stacked easels and dessant chairs, and art databases are still asleep.

I'm supposed to be in the art prep room, but once here, there was a sorority that was secretly working.

There were only three of us, so we couldn't be a club, a sorority.

"... in previous life... the Confession Fellowship..."

I shrugged the name.

There are no voices in the name of this sorority that will respond.

Because I'm the only one here, and nobody.

When I opened the closed curtain, I could see from there the willow trees swaying in every way.

Watching that willow tree shake makes me think of something far away.

Of silence, in this small room, I stood for a while.

Eventually I see shelves filled uncrafted with art databases and such.

The shelf is securely sandwiched with notebooks of a certain activity that no one will ever know about.

I didn't get lost, I pulled it out.

"Previous life penance notes"

That's what the table said.

If you open a page, there are three names written there.

Yuri Jing

Saigato

Masako Oda

……

This is the name on Earth of those demon kings I once admired...

It was a long time ago that I learned that this notebook existed.

I've been sure of this name many times, and I remember them.

Turning to the parallax, what was written was a reflection on what they had once done as demon kings, stupidity and everyday things that didn't matter.

If I didn't know anything, it would seem like just a line of student, somewhat embarrassing delusions, but I knew the world so I could clearly imagine every sight from these letters.

"Mayday a......"

In the text, it comes out again and again, it's a different world name.

Was that world ever really there?

Sometimes, as I spend many years on Earth, I don't understand.

I wonder if that world really happened.

I did wonder if I was in that place.

But when I looked at this notebook, I could certainly recall that it was a world that would definitely continue to exist somewhere in the world, as I know.

Something clouds my vision.

Are you here?

Second, I was called from the entrance to this prep room.

There's a girl there, kind of grown-up, with her back on the wall, standing.

The ribbon that ties my long hair in two is still my choice this morning.

"... on a beautiful sunset, I would love to come here"

"What's so funny? That notebook, isn't it just stupid?... I doubt they grew up."

"... hehe. It's not good. I have so much fun imagining their lives on Earth."

I also turned that notebook in pieces.

……

Along the way, the record continues in Mayday, unlike the way it was written until then.

That's after they left Earth and reincarnated in Mayday.

"... then... I'm sure Machia wrote it"

"That woman, she must have died and gone through Earth once... that was really, really a miscalculation"

The twin-tailed girl drops by and says what it is and peeks at the notebook with interest.

I laughed couscous.

"Oh, you're reborn to Earth once, aren't you? There's nothing funny about that."

"... I know."

Hmm, the girl raised her shoulder.

The beaten Machia handwriting is still over to the point where she transferred to Mayday again.

It was already a messed up letter, I know I must have written it in a hurry, but from there, I felt Machia's agony and readiness.

"... so, from here on out, you wrote, records at Mayday,"

……

"You have a prettier letter," the girl said.

Sighing at her innocent, I followed the letter that went on.

"That's right.... I didn't know if it made any sense, but as far as I could tell, I wrote the rest. When I found this notebook... somehow, I wanted to."

I ran out of notebooks, so I've been looking for another book, the same notebook, and I pasted it.

And it spelled out a long, long story in that world.

"But... only in the end, you didn't know."

"... I have no choice. We're on our way here."

"Guys... I hope you're happy"

……

We don't know the end of that story.

But I think about it every day.

That world, what the hell happened to them...

I've imagined a lot, but I still don't know anything about it.

"Well, for some reason, I think I'm making a foolish scene, and I'm happy."

The girl already answered in the right way.

Because I've been thinking about it, over and over again.

"Well... they can't be unhappy."

And I'm on my own, too, to guide the answer.

They can't be unhappy.

There is no reason why they should not be happy.

You have to be happy... happy, I want you to be...

Though it was a glimmer of hope for a world that was too far away, I have been praying and praying.

I'm sure, all the way to death.

"Come on... let's go home now, Lena"

"... you say call me teacher at school, Iori"

"Bye, Mother"

"... call me a teacher at school"

I said the same thing twice and scolded the twin-tailed girl, my son and godson.

She leaves this dusty room, feeling busy, trying to get her tongue out.

"I'm already hungry...... what's for dinner tonight?

"... hmm... today, I wonder what would be good. Should I buy meat and potatoes and make them a cream stew on the way home"

"Buy some bread too. Long bucket. I like to cook that in the oven and eat it with stew, I am."

"... that's good. Your father's coming home today. Shall I make it a little extravagant?"

I had it in my hand, closing that worn out previous life penance note and serving on the shelf again.

Machia put this to sleep here again.

Sometimes I can't help but miss this note, but I think this is a good story that will stay here forever and nobody knows.

I'm not taking it home.

I followed my daughter Io and stepped out of this prep room.

At the same time it frees me from the dusty smell, dusk goes hand in hand and I feel uncut.

But I only looked back once.

……

Guys...

I live happily ever after on this planet.

I found someone important, I got something irreplaceable, and now I'm a high school teacher in the study hall where you spent your time.

I'm a Mandarin teacher.

"Hey...... hurry up. I'll go home first."

"Yes, sir. Wait a minute, Io."

My daughter, Io, has already gone to the end of the hallway and called for me.

She's Istarte's rebirth.

As my daughter, she was reincarnated into this earth, even though she had memories.

My husband met as an adult, a regular company employee, but now he is on a single assignment to another province.

Still coming home every week, a homesick person, very sweet for my daughter.

Iori is either good for me or not.

He said that he liked his father there, although he was a Mazacon who admitted to both of them.

You have salvation...

Sometimes I do.

The planet is peaceful and I really enjoy my days with Iwo.

We have the courage to try to get over it, no matter how hard it is.

I love my husband so much.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm so happy and good, but I know that Io laughs because I'm happy.

I'm also happy because Io is here and she seems to be having so much fun.

But when I spend my days in a glamorous way, I still miss that world.

It's like the world of stories in a book.

A world of the boxyard of one nine gods, with a view not found on earth, with all sorts of magic and colored by life.

Sometimes I think it's too dazzling, sometimes it's really just a world of stories.

But they did exist.

As far as I can remember.

As far as Io can remember.

As long as that notebook continues to exist in the world.

The claw marks of the other world, Mayday, continue to linger.

"Io..."

When I caught up with Io, I told her softly.

"I love you, Io"

……

Io seemed kind of embarrassed, but just a little happy and said, "I know! I said."

Her cheeks are red, illuminated by the color of the sunset that plugs into the hallway.

As a sign of my good health today, I smiled.

We live on this earth.

You'll never forget what happened in that world. But there's never a clue.

Earth (here) is a place of peace for me and “Istarte”.

For a limited number of days, we live together.

This is the story of love.

Our story is about to come.