Our demon king is coming.

I don't have a life like this.

I don't know, I'm not in a position to say it, but I can't believe he's gonna kill me again.

And all this time, it's a little, no. Pretty tight. Because we were harmless high school students.

Is this also the punishment for the sins that were scattered during the Demon King?

Yeah, I breathed in some nostalgic world air, all over my body.

I can hear the lullaby.

I was a baby. And I don't cry much, I'm not a cute baby looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

'Cause you don't have a choice.

Because I know the language of this world, and I was born with two memories of my previous life.

"Makia is a really good kid ~. quiet, untouchable cute cutie my baby"

Hello new mother.

I seem to have inherited the red witch era, the bright red hair and the large aqua blue cat's eyes intact.

His name is Machia Odileel.

Still, I'm a hell of a baby.

I get it, because I've got magic again.

When I was a Red Witch, I had eyes that could know a person's magic numbers, future, and potential by knowing their name, but that's how it is in this world.

"Come on, Machia, I'm done with Hinatako. Shall we go home?"

It's your father. He has a very dandy beard, a noble outfit.

Your mother is also a beautiful woman with red hair. I kept my seventeen figure all the time when I was the Demon King, but I'm a lady who must have been like this if I was a mature woman.

Now, am I to say that I have atoned for the sins of my previous life two years ago on Earth one year ago?

In the reincarnated otherworlds, Mayday, he was given life as an aristocratic courtesan of a wealthy southern country.

My parents seem like good people.

I'm sorry, your children are now the rebirth of the most infamous demonic king in the history of this world.

With these parents who feel little magic, you have no idea how horrible power I have.

This is a different world Mayday.

The other world I lived 2,000 years ago.

In the country mansion of the “Southern Continent”, where the Demon King did not exist, I was once again raw.

I didn't hate my old high school girl either.

What was good was that she was a mediocre girl with no magic at all.

I couldn't help remembering that I was supposed to be in the same situation.

I wonder what happened to those two.

If we have an edge that cannot be spoken in words, we must be reincarnated somewhere in this world in the same era.

I wonder if I'll see you again someday, somewhere.