Our demon king is coming.

It was a well-dressed young man who stood with no sound behind me either.

He looks kind of frigid with one-eyed glasses (monocle) connected by thin silver chains.

Smelly flue smoke rises to the high ceiling of this church.

"... uh, uncle who?

"Uh... you don't have an uncle, do you? You look pretty young."

The man narrows his eyes and looks at me seriously.

I didn't seem to like the word "uncle".

I do look very young, but my attitude seems great somewhere, so I accidentally ran with my uncle.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Sir Medite. Right, next year's Episcopal Festival..."

Fortunately, in such awkward air, a soft voice broke in.

The bishop came out of the back room of the church.

He looks like a sweet grandfather, dressed in white.

When the bishop looked at me, he had slightly surprised eyes.

"Oh, aren't you Count Odileel's daughter?

"... eh"

I was in a little rush. Because you didn't think you knew me.

But I did feel like I recognized this bishop.

"Ho, don't you remember? I've seen you before when I was with the Count. Lady Machia, wasn't it... because she was with Count Odileel?

"Uh... uh..."

Bad, very bad.

Whether you say yes here, if your father visits the church, or no, your father who is in this cartel may be informed.

What shall we do? What shall we do?

"Oh, Odileel is the country nobleman of Delierfield."

"The countryside is superfluous, Lord Medite."

From its mouthfeel and its origins, this man, Sir Medite, seems to be much more than our home.

The flue pipe held by a man has a splendid decoration, like that of a nobleman.

The man's frigidity is somewhere reminiscent of the Duke of Bigrates, but it wasn't the eagle that was sculpted in the flue, it was the "snake”. I'm very concerned, it's a disastrous snake.

"… then the fold of the ecclesiastical festival, as it was earlier"

"Good. Then let's carry it."

The bishop and the man are talking about the Episcopal Festival.

Episcopal festivals are festivals once a year, in the spring. It is said to be the Holy Day of Grace of the Holy Land Vabilofos.

Right, it's like saying Christmas on Earth.

"Girl, have you ever spent an ecclesiastical festival in the Vabel kingdom?

"... no, I don't"

"Well, then you should visit once. You may benefit from Vabilofos."

I wouldn't miss a moment when the eyes behind his monocular glasses moved just a little bit.

It smells slightly of vivid magic.

No, this smell, besides magic, is more on my nose...

Behind the smell of flue smoke, more another...

"Uncle, what's your name?

"Oh girl, didn't you name it? My name is Urbanus Medité. What's the girl's name?

"I... Machia Odileel"

Nicole laughing at me and Sir Medite looking down at me, that moment of tingling air.

At that moment, I was reading his information by knowing the man's name.

"Oops...... it's time to go. Noble people shouldn't be too busy."

"Sir Medite, this is the Holy Church. Please don't smoke."

"Uh, yes, yes."

How dare you flicker your hands depressingly at the Bishop's words, even if you behave appropriately, I can see that.

This man's wonderful, profoundly mad magic.

"Well, no jokes then.......... as Vabilofos wills."

"Yes, Sir Medite. As Vabilofos wills."

After the greeting, Sir Medite turned his back on us and left the church.

At that departure, he asked me at the edge of his eyes to nibble and raise the edge of his mouth, but I myself behave like an innocent girl and wave "Goodbye Uncle".

To be honest, I was pretty thrilled inside.

It may have been a long time since my heart rate increased so much.

Because he was the first person I've met since I was reincarnated into this Mayday, who showed a high magic number (Magi Vector).

That's what I found out when I got the information.

The man, Urbanus Medité, is the young head of the Medité family, one of the great nobles of this Luskia.

It was a family of poisonous magicians, with the crest of a serpent, who presided over the poisonous history of the king's capital, Miradolid.