Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

Magic Castle supposedly exists somewhere beneath the sea. It was a coral pink castle with distorted shapes, reminiscent of corals. This is the root castle of Hund Lind in the eighth seat of the Great Eighth Devil, "The Lust for Dominance," an absolutely inviolable fortress that is supposedly impossible to discover as long as you are human. On that deepest throne, Hund was quietly nourishing his English.

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Of blue skin, like that which represents the sea, and the flexible flesh that supposedly has nothing lined up, frightens the beholder. Magic flowed to its body, armed with huge, high-density muscles more than Gustus the Sea Demon Four Heavenly King, without rest. This is like a ritual that Hund does when he gets serious, and when he sees it, his men are forced to reaffirm how important the next battle is.

"Master Hund."

"... Wolbull"

It was one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Sea Demon who spoke to Hund, and Ulbulu who summed up the wizards of the Demon King's Army. He is a jellyfish shaped monster with a number of arm replacement tentacles. He is one of the best wizards in the Army who has many wands in his arms and freely manipulates enhanced magic when fighting.

"I would like to report to you. When we turned to Tazarnia, we discovered that Lord Gustus had been captured by enemy forces."

"Again, huh? We seem to have insulted a few people."

"No, I'm the one who recommended the multifaceted operation, and the clogging is my responsibility. I had no idea that Lord Gustus, who had already raised numerous medals in a few days, would lose the invasion measures in the interest of the land. This punishment..."

"Good, I'm responsible for that. Besides, sometimes it's necessary to look at failures, but right now there's more to do than that, right? The brains, even after defeating the brave, will be much needed. Take care."

"Hey, you......!

Hund thinks. Dominance doesn't just end up attacking an enemy country. Instead, it's the real deal after that. How do we draw the will of the people who have become a new territory and move our minds to this side? How do you crush the spark that was created by the conflict? If we improve our standard of living and make it a better country than before the war, those who follow us will begin to emerge. Metaphor Even if it were a very small number, the number of jitters and such people would increase, and the information would reach the neighbouring countries. An organism is a search for a better life, where monsters and human hedges do not exist.

To get there, Hund treasured this Ulbourne very much. That's all if I say it's for the reckoning of a raccoon who doesn't take it before winning the war, but Hund thinks it's better than a foolish ruler who doesn't seem to think about what happened after the battle.

"On the day of the showdown, I hear that not only Crocus but also the brave men of all nations gather. Some of them are Tazarnians. If we can capture some of the brave men, it'll be an exchange for Gustus."

"Ha, extension will also be a restraint on enemy countries. I'll do my best, too, Tanga."

"I asked for it. Yes, it's Ulbourne. You think they're gonna take that offer?

"I was wondering if I would take it. For those unfamiliar with the water, reaching this castle is a daunting undertaking. There is no way the humans would not take it if Master Hund, who will be the general in this state, were to show up on earth. However, it is not yet known whether or not to take it head-on..."

"Well, let's hope sophisticated"

The dueling ground with the brave men designated by Hund is the coast, a cape near it, which has previously fought the armies of Crocus. This is where there are fields that are half land, half sea and both sides are good at. Hund would fight squarely here if humans were to receive that fulfillment and fight without any admiration. Because that's the way he thinks the Great Eight demons are and he thinks they should be broken on top of it. Except if they use dirty hands to cause harm to their men. In order not to repeat the tragedy of Gustus, if the enemy uses his despicable hands, he must use all means. Only then will Hund become a war ghost with no choice of means.

"Heh, that's what was happening. Have fun."

There was a very cute little girl's voice that didn't resemble me during this tough time filled with tension. Ulbulu immediately looks back towards his voice and takes out his cane.

"Who is it!?

"He's a crook."

It was a little girl there, not even half the height of a hund. Her brilliant silver hair was Lilyvia herself, which Hund sees as a rival, dressed for a party or in a very bright shade of costume. I don't think it's something 'Blood Sucking Princess' would wear.

"- Lord Maria, why are you here?

No, it's odd that Maria should be here in the first place. The race of vampires are all capable, but there are also many weaknesses for that matter. Running water is one of them. There is no water in the castle, but you cannot reach this place in the deep sea beyond being a vampire.

"Eh, here he comes."

Slightly tilting her face and laughing adorably is Maria Illegal in the third seat of the Great Eight Devils. Can't stay or stand, Maria makes her dress dance and dance as she circles around in circles.

"A concubine is Lily's mom, right? As a mother, I'm interested in the battle my beloved daughter is involved in. So, I'm a little interrupted. That kid's little. So you're worried about Mom ~. Ah, Hund. Can I get a glass of wine?

With that said, Maria began to set up a pure white table and chair where she had taken it from. One chair is for children to match Maria's body, the other is a special chair to match Hund's physique. Apparently she had this prepared on purpose.

"Huh, Master Hund, is this guy...?

"Back off, Ulbourg. You wouldn't know she wasn't at that meeting, but she's the third seat of the Great Eight Devils. You're gonna get hit with one arm."

"Or she's the third seat......!

"Isn't it a mistake to get hit with one finger? The installation is complete! Hund, wine wine ~"

Maria started waving her hands around the boom and urging as she sat in her little chair. He seems to be urging Hund to sit down so that he can bring his fine wine as soon as possible.

"... arrange wine. And arrange something for me to cook."

"Ha, ha!

When Ulbulu confirmed he was leaving the throne room on a small run, Hund lowered his back to the seat Maria had prepared.

"Lord Maria was a vampire, wasn't she? It was my knowledge that vampires don't like running water, but was that a mistake?

"Hmm? Yeah, it fits ~. I don't like vampires, I hate rivers and oceans and stuff. If I even touch it, I'll burn it. It's just that it's so uncomfortable for a concubine. Oh, I rather love garlic dishes and stuff! I'm shocked my men can avoid the smell."

"Then let me prepare some fried garlic, too?

"Pfft! Just kidding, Hund. Don't be serious ~"

The look of Maria laughing at Couscous is the young girl herself. However, the fact that vampire weaknesses do not work in any way, as cold sweats do for Hund, was an astonishing event to alter his perception of Maria.

"So, here's the real deal. This time I was sent as a judge to watch Hund's invasion operation. Defeat will not be tolerated by the Great Eight Demons. You know what that means, right?"

"-"

Maria's facial expressions remain the same in no way. But Hund felt immediately that the signs of her wrapping had turned. It implies that her words are never lies, and includes absolute sexuality such as not allowing any objection.

"... if we don't lose, we'll have a problem"

"Yeah, yeah, it's no problem. I'm hoping for Hund's strength."

Maria Illegal, the Great Eight Demons, combines both the purity of the girl and the majesty of the king. Needless to say, for Hund, her power became a being that could not be measured at the bottom and was informed that it was what was above.

"You're sleepy. Go home. Bubba."

"Ugh, um... go home with care."

Is it just because we only had a few days until the day of the showdown? On this day she drank wine, received a garlic-exhausted dish for dinner, and Maria usually left satisfied.