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

Once upon a time, this world called Mayday was a world of boxyards ruled by nine demon kings.

But that was fifteen years ago.

By the great war, the demon kings chose to let go of the world.

They are currently spending their lives as the last demon kings for the next generation in the world called this Mayday.

Now, what the hell kind of children are such demon kings?

It could be about the real children or those who think like my children even if they don't.

Even though I am never the son of anyone in the Demon King class, I remain by their side as the only one who knows the battle I once fought.

Because all the demon kings adored me like my son.

"Suzuma, suzuma!

…………

I turned my gaze to the girl, haunted by the voice that called me.

Right next door, a girl with thin green hair a little longer than her shoulder stood and grabbed my bishop's clothing sleeve and clasped it.

"If I tinkle, what are you blurring about? I don't care how many times you talk to me, you don't look at me."

It's the Green Witch.

The witch is angry with her muffled cheeks.

"... excuse me, witch. Ha, I was just thinking."

"In a place like this?

"This is where the great trees used to be.... Though the witch may not remember"

I used to see holes in the sanctuary where the great trees were.

There's a beautiful, blue fountain there, and it's like a lie about having a big tree fifteen years ago.

The coffin, once embedded to enclose the great tree, and the remains therein, were dropped into this fountain.

It was when the green witch of today was a really young baby.

The witch says she doesn't remember anything like the fact that Daiki was here.

Opelia.

That's the girl's name next door.

A fruitful daughter of a husband and wife whom I admire with my parents, a green witch dear to this diocese.

He whom I serve as bishop.

All this time, I thought I was like my sister and watched on the side, but when I realized it, it was totally getting bigger.

Well, then yes.

I'm old enough, too.

"Oh, yeah! Suzuma, Eska called. Where the hell is he?"

"Oh, my master..."

I had to hurry, and I turned my back on the site of the great tree in the sanctuary and tried to walk away early, holding down my bishop's hat.

The witch looks like she's here to pick flowers and she looks like she'll be here for a while.

I can just check that again and unwittingly flaunt my expression.

"... all the time, no. Your master's calling."

I spoke to myself and panicked again.

And now he hurried to Master Esca, the archbishop of the Patriarchate.

"It's late, Suzuma!

Whoa. I knew I was pissed off.

"I told you I had something important to tell you today!

"Was I? Didn't you forget to mention your usual master?

"Blowfish.... OK, just sit down."

It was Archbishop Esca who yelled at me in a rough tone in the Archbishop's office.

A great man in the most splendid bishop's clothes in this diocese, but I know that there are tons of firearms sneaking under those long clothes.

And he's one of the Demon King classes. He is also known as the Archbishop of Holy Ashes.

"Fair enough. Even Suzuma has been busy lately. Because your brother-in-law will leave everything to Suzuma."

"Ugh, dumb parents, pull in."

"Ah, Suzuma. Tea is warm or cold, which is better?

"... um, I wonder if it's warm"

It was His Holiness Ulysses who gently passed the archbishop's aversion and prepared tea for me.

To say Your Highness is the prince of this Luskian kingdom, and it is quite strange to make such a man prepare tea, but to me this man is the father of a previous life, and at the same time he still thinks he is the father.

And this man is also one of the Demon King classes.

The White Sage is a very famous figure in Mayday's history.

These two have been looking pretty much unchanged young for fifteen years now...... hmm, well I guess I'm just a little old. Just a little.

But what makes you look much younger than your real age is the hallmark of the Demon King class.

It's not that the age of appearance is stopping, but it's dramatically slower from when you have the speed to get older.

They used to be in their mid twenties or so, and they stopped looking old, but the two of them were blurry before that this world was going to feel like they were going to get old slowly.

I'm also in the category of quasi demon king classes and stuff, so maybe I can live longer than normal, but I won't be as young as they are...

"No, sorry I'm late."

It was Sir Medite who, as a matter of course, came into the Archbishop's office late.

"Ha. I need a lot of preparation for my new semester at the Magic School...... Oh, can I smoke?

"You Urbanus. That's how I'm always late...... no cigarettes! Where the hell do you think you are? It's a godland, godland!

Lord Medite has been a teacher at the School of Magic Guidance since I came to this Luskian kingdom, but now he is already a head teacher.

I'm about forty years old, but I don't think this guy has changed much in a long time...

Especially the frigidity, which has been the same for a long time.

"Ha. The new archbishop is a little distracted because of the information. The Archbishop before he was hidden asked me where my selfishness was."

"Oh, my God! Who's going to ask you about the selfishness of forty old men!!

"Shut up already, brother. Let's get this over with."

"............ Yes"

Dear Perselis, the previous/green witch.

Or my mother just scolded my master.

To her words, even an archbishop cannot say anything. Even if that's my real sister.

Now, here we have an important array of faces to determine the future of the Patriarchate.

Master Esca, archbishop.

My father, who is also royal of the Kingdom of Ruskia, and my mother, who is a previous/green witch.

"Ha. Why are there so many roomy guys around me in time? What? This is an important meeting!

"Fair enough, Brother Eska. Let's start the discussion."

"... right. It's an important meeting. Not today."

When Master Esca got to the big desk dedicated to the archbishop, he coughed up with Gohon and brightened his sharp eyes.

"Well, here we go.... Yes, fine, we must decide on the bridegroom of our witch. This is the most important project for the future Vabel nation."

Everyone was breathtaking.

Yes. Opelia, now a witch, is also sixteen years old.

It's time to put together a candidate for the bridegroom and select the best husband for the witch.

"The choice of the bridegroom of the Green Witch... what became the archbishop every single time is a case that bothered my head. Whatever the witch says, she is made unknown and innocent. Unless you're a man who can protect such an adorable witch, who combines character, intelligence and power, I can't forgive you......!

The archbishop slapped his desk with a van and spoke in Australian.

"Especially the power! Not only does it go well with the witch, but there's no way we can continue to support the witch and the Church in the current Mayday if we're not strong enough! That's why you're not a strong man enough to defeat me!!

"If I were a master, I'd just say I'm impotent again... I don't think there's a man who can defeat Master Eska..."

I just stuck around. [M]

Everybody nods yeah.

"I want you to pick someone who likes opera... you can't make that decision on your own here"

Master Perselis frowned and said with a difficult face.

Because I know it's hard too, as I say it myself.

"Again, isn't it too early for a bridegroom... opera is only sixteen years old. I can't believe I'm someone's wife anymore... I can't do this..."

I don't want my daughter to be taken by another man in the first place. His Highness Ulysses held her head out.

If I say that, the meeting will not proceed.

"Well, as far as I'm attending the last meeting of the bridegroom selection, I think it's best to list the dizzy spots and let someone prescribe them. See, before, Esca was trying His Highness Ulysses, wasn't she? It's an amazing battle."

"Oh, is it the White Magic Match of Examples"

I was interested in Sir Medite's story. [M]

I have heard many stories of His Highness Ulysses and Master Eska in the past, but I never tire of hearing them again, so I wanted to hear them again from Lord Medite.

But Master Eska said, "Stop, stop! ♪ And wave both hands. ♪

"Discuss it! Don't make me a tea party!!

"I know, Eska. That's why I'm here, not as a parent, but as a property that looks objectively good."

Sir Medite took some bundled paper out of the pocket of a wide sleeved robe.

There are summarised facial photographs of the sons of several nobles, as well as the potential seen from Sir Medite.

"Oh... you're doing something like a god country informant."

"Well."

Master Eska is a little touched.

Sir Medite became good at it.

"By the way, he explored a lot because he's our cute son, Acreos. Plus, by the way, I'm including our Acreos in my bridegroom candidate... because it's super best property...!

"You're kidding me. You and this son are too frigid to dismiss. It could poison this sacred Church."

"Oh how one son's face pictures are batten!!

Master Esca draws a big butt in the picture of your son Acreos Medite, who looks just like Sir Medite when he was younger.

I saw that my father was also secretly upset.

Speaking of Acreos Medité, he is a brilliant young man who graduated from the School of Magic Leadership last year and is now a royal magician under the direct command of the First Prince of Ruskia.

I was also born a Medithean man on the fringe of the Patriarchate and a young man with no complaints in the literature, but whatever it is, there is an inedible poisoning of the Father's concession, and as for those of us who know it well from an early age, it will be a bit...... for an innocent opera.

"Well, it's a trail of the Medithes, so either way I can't. I just brought the data because I thought it would be standard."

"Excuse me, Sir Medite. Acreos, you are an exceptionally talented magician."

"I know, Your Highness. That kid has magic numbers and poisonousness beyond me, and yet he's a special kid who's given his name to_" that one... "I'd rather find him a good daughter-in-law who won't fall for that kid's poison..."

…………

In a silly dialogue, there was something about not falling down poisonously, but what do you mean...

Everyone solidified for a moment.

"But, Acreos, when you're the standard, I don't see the talent that goes beyond that."

I blurred.

Master Eska's hopes are too high, but I look at the material as a pepper, and I just have the thought that it doesn't stick.

I don't make up my mind about this material, but it's hard to find anyone who might want to test its character and power.

The family is not everything, but it is difficult to choose what comes from unknown as the bridegroom of a witch and...

Even if you're genially good at magic, it can say it's hard on your personality...

Even promising knights don't know how to handle the position of a witch's bridegroom...

Your Highness Ulysses... it is easy to welcome to the bridegroom a man like your father, who was originally royal but who returned his right to inherit the throne.

Your father tried to be your mother's bridegroom.

Even though it happened in previous life, if the position was difficult, because the Patriarchate might not have accepted it.

"Ah..."

Everyone solidified certain materials before.

The boy in the dossier has a redhead and a feisty look.

"Oops... that's the real you, Keith."

Sir Medith made his eyebrows eight letters and nigga about what was interesting.

"Look, he's an amazing beautiful boy just to look at in the picture. He is the eldest son of the regional aristocrat Odileel family and his magical talent is enough to reach here in the King's Capital, well no matter what..." those two ”sons. Yes, I once saved this Mayday, Miss Machia and Thor's..."

"" Rejected!!

Master Esca put on the words of denial before Sir Medite said all the words.

Almost at the same time, even my father...

I looked at the picture of the redhead boy. [M]

His name is Keith Odileel.

Those two, my son who draws the blood of Sister Machia and Brother Thor, turn fifteen this year.

He is a terrible boy with the talent of his father's conceded magic fortress and his mother's conceded redhead and mighty magic power (power).

One of the witches is younger and can't be a bridegroom right away at her age, but she is also a childhood tame, so she is close to the witch.

Or the witch must have had a secret admiration for you, Keith.

I can also snort that Sir Medite said it was his destiny.

But Master Eska and his father were blue, shaking their necks even.

"He said no!! Keith is certainly a face-loser genius when it comes to magic. But he's going to inherit Machia's personality!!

Don, and Archbishop Esca, who slapped his fist against his desk.

"I mean, Maki said it was out of her hands, too, she's a mess. What, you're my best friend's kid? Well, Keith, you look just like those two, so you're cute. But if you're Opelia's bridegroom candidate, I'm... I'm..."

It's as if he forgot about when he was a white sage, but as a matter of fact, he's just a father with a fear for a 15-year-old boy.

"But the opera seems to care about you, Keith, right? I'm coming to Wang Du to enroll in the Magic Instruction School soon... and don't take me off the candidate on my own over here, why don't you watch him for a little while...?

…………

Mother in a calm manner as the Virgin Mary before her two hurried uncles.

But after a little silence,

"No, I knew it wouldn't work"

So, Master Eska painted a big picture of Keith on top of your picture.

Even my former companion's son is intolerant...

Well, Keith, you have a right to choose too...

"At least if his twin sister Salia was a man."

Master Eska finally mentioned this.

"Sure, Salia inherited your nervous personality and caretaker physique, because she's a calm kid."

Not even my father.

These people are rude because they are not here...

Salia and I are the beautiful Odileel lady who will hit your twin sister.

At an early age, Keith had some restless pranksters, just like you, but lately I've been a pretty calm warrant lady, and I rather get the impression that Keith is swinging at me and it seems pretty hard.

Although the straight redhead is slightly different from Sister Machia's impression, it suits her well for her slender standing.

"No, still no. I don't see a future where a witch can be happy about a man who inherited the character of a Thor bastard"

"... right"

But I knew it was just those two kids, and they wouldn't come up as a candidate for the bridegroom of the witch.

Well, I guess it's better that way.

I don't see those two children as vessels to stay in an inward place like the Patriarchate.

They will surely be active children who will make the world work again.

I guess Master Eska and his father both know that in the end.

"But when it does... um, I can't find a good bridegroom candidate"

"Sure.... I don't care about the pattern anymore. He's the one who can think of witches first, the one that witches are going to like, and he's a strong one. If we're gonna narrow it down as a candidate, we should focus on that."

…………

…………

By Master Eska's standards, it's hard to say "strong"...

That's what I thought and I was turning the material into pieces.

But I'm concerned that Master Eska and his father are silent and that an indescribable gaze is directed at me, and I give him a face.

Then the two of you looking at this one with your eyes round and without even blinking...

…… What is it, master, father? "

"... well, there you are"

"What?"

"I had the super best property. Awwwwwwwwww!!!!

Bishi gives this one a finger and shouts out, Master Eska.

I raised my shoulder to the boulder.

"That's right. Why didn't I realize that before..."

"What?"

Stand up to your father.

"Suzuma, suzuma. Be a true parent and child. Regards Opelia..."

"Yes?"

"Hey Suzuma. You are my only apprentice, and you are missing one head from those snarky men in terms of magic, magic, and body surgery. Besides, I know exactly how the Patriarchate works, and yeah, the more I think about it, the better property it seemed... I didn't realize it was too close. Darkness beneath the lamp means this…"

"Master, you seem to be praising me, because I'm not praising you. I mean, at a time when my master is praising me, I only have a bad feeling and chills... disgusting..."

"You're a really not cute apprentice."

My father and Master Eska come by as if they were hunting me down.

I felt real about the boulder, and I was in a hurry. Afraid.

"Chi, wait a minute. I'm not kidding, am I? It's impossible. I am what we call a horsebone. I don't know who I was born into, and I'm an exotic."

"I don't care about that. I won't let the Patriarchs say anything. I'm the archbishop. I'm the rule!!

"The master is too tyrannical. Or consider the age difference. Well, I'd still be a kid if I saw it from my father or master, but I'm actually a good adult in my late twenties. With a 16-year-old witch, I grew up thinking I was a little boulder... because I grew up thinking of a witch like my sister."

"No, there's no problem there either. Anyway, the white sage there, whom you admire with your father, is the nasty one who once had a terrible age difference marriage with his granddaughter and the daughters he once thought were there. Honestly, I'm a pervert on a dong-pulling level, too. Compared to that, not at all..."

"Hey, hey, don't talk about people sucking or being a pervert in front of a tin! That was for a number of reasons!

Father was rushing to make excuses, but Master Eska doesn't fit in that way with Hmm.

Ha... well, I've read and know that story in the history of the Patriarchate.

"More than that, Suzuma. You, actually, you already have a good looking woman?

"That's not true. Because he's my bishop."

"You, that place is fucking serious. Nothing. Now even bishops are allowed to marry."

"But I'm still in training..."

"Fair enough. Turns out you're an empty property. So, nothing's wrong!

Master Eska came all the way up to me and put his hand on Pong's shoulder.

It's like, with a face I'm just saying I left everything to you.

Never before in a few assignments have I been pounded on the shoulder with such a trusty look...... far-eyed.

"Isn't that nice, Mr. Suzuma? The bridegroom of the green witch is an amazing birth. Everyone is in a position to admire ~"

"It's extra frigid when Sir Medite tells you. Besides, I don't want to be born. Most importantly, the witch's thoughts will be the most important..."

"If you can think of a witch over birth, you're absolutely right. Big fate ~"

"... you're on, now"

Niyali, and adults with their own thoughts in their hearts and giggles.

"Wait a minute! What are you pushing everything on your own, Suzuma? Well, it would be ideal if you did... but you can't let us decide on our own. I have feelings for Suzuma, for Opelia."

"Mother..."

Mother scolds the men who run.

But Chichi, look at me and say, "But if it's Suzuma, I can leave the opera to you..."

I haven't figured it out since just now. [M]

No, I get the translation. I don't know why the dumb parents here want me and the witch with no blood connection to be in that relationship.

What I don't know is what I think about this.

I don't feel like it, and that's why I'm not determined enough to take it on right away.

Sure, there's no blood connection, but I have a thought of saying it's family.

I fought with my father because I wanted to protect Opelia and my mother during the previous battle.

After that battle, I went on a journey to divide Master Eska and the branches of the Great Tree into worlds, so there was a period of time when I was away from the witch and my father and mother for a while.

When I came back, I was raised like an opera and a brother and sister, but if I were still a bishop, my position changed.

Opelia also became a green witch, and the relationship turned into an understandable one: a bishop and a witch.

Looks like Master Eska did the same.

No, Master Eska is more thorough.

Master Eska is his mother's fruitful brother, but he was put on an exotic investigative journey from an early age, raised apart from the witch, and he still treats his mother with the thought of herself as a serving witch. It can't be a sisterly relationship with my brother.

What about me...

I guess I still consider the opera... the witch my sister.

"Hey... I don't know"

This is the word that finally came out.

I have the feeling that I am someone to serve and protect, but honestly when asked if I want to be a bridegroom, I conclude that I have never thought about that at all, so I want to think about it from now on.

"Fine, that's fine.... so I just got one thing together about the bridegroom..."

"Don't say it like you've already made up your mind"

"Next on the Episcopal Festival!

Master Eska ignored my clinging as if and proceeded with the conversation.

Yes, it's almost Episcopal Festival season.

Preparations are already under way, but the fact that the Prince of Frezier is coming to study abroad this year means that there are many guests of the Frezier royal family.

That's not all.

"Yes.... they are finally coming"

"... yes, it's fine."

Master Eska and his father looked at each other and took a breath of relief.

It's as if this is also the prophecy of the Great Demon King coming out of the sky this past year, with a desperate look.

"The long peace is over. Wang Du will be plunged into chaos (chaos) again. Oh, my God, the Odileel family is coming to King's Capital..."

"Thor, it looks like King Raymond has finally called you back. I've lived peacefully in Delia Field for a while since the West Layline thing settled..."

"It sounds like the twins are moving to Wang Capital with their families for a while because they're going to be enrolled in the Magic School as well. The demons who were pulling into the country are coming... oh, I have a headache"

"The devil..."

That's right.

They come out on the stage of the table again.

Sister Machia and Brother Thor.

Now known as the Odileels, they are the heroes who once saved this Mayday.

The twins, their children, will finally be admitted to the Wang Du's School of Magic Instruction, and Brother Thor will be working at the Royal Palace, which brings them here as a family to coincide with the Episcopal Festival.

This year's Episcopal Festival brings together former heroes and the next generation of children who have inherited their power and will here in Miladrid, the king's capital of Ruskia.

It is the dawn of a new era.

While I was concerned about the great service entrusted to me, I had a feeling that I was just someone who knew the times before me.