Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

- Training?? Day.

Late one night, the Die Continent El Delado Great Empire Capital was in silence. It's a quiet night for everyone. If it were normal, you wouldn't have to wonder anything. But for those who knew his country well, this was only an anomaly. Elderado is equal to nothing called human rights, and is overflowing with voices of slaves who force heavy labor, soldiers who encourage training beyond its limits, even when it is normal. Even if it was metaphorically late at night, it cannot happen in El Delado that the hustle and bustle cease.

Placed in a harsh environment, nothing is confined to those below the civilian population or to soldiers in general. The battle's expert unit, Daihachi, was formed by the leaders of each field belonging to Elderado by electing the strongest talent. They are virtually the strongest group of Elderados, rumored to have been founded to fight the Great Eight Demons. They were also supposed to hold an urgent meeting at this hour of the day, with unlimited proximity to the top in both fame and fame. The repeated invasions and defeats of Kukoku Carmine spared no time in his sleep to break this situation.

"Ugh, um...?

Ernesto, one of the Great Eight generals, alias' General of Water Ice ', woke up in a room in the castle. I'm not sure exactly if I was asleep, but I regained consciousness anyway.

(On such an important occasion, I was asleep, was it? This me, in the middle of a meeting? No matter how much fatigue there was due to a series of wars, some impossibility is a daily tea meal. As one who stands above, this shows -)

The more I put together my thoughts, the clearer my vision gradually becomes. He saw an incredible sight as he opened his mouth to apologize to his colleagues who were blurry.

"Huh!? What the hell is wrong with this?

Ernesto sat at the round table for the meeting. As the room itself remembers, it's a conference room reserved for Daihachi. The other Daiichi men sat on the chair at the round table, dressed like they were still arguing with a stern face. But thank you. Something's wrong. My colleagues around me do pose as such, but they don't try to move anything from it. Some say they open their eyes, and some say they stay up, but they don't really make it microscopic. It was as if time other than myself had stopped pitifully in the middle of a meeting.

"Zulu, Acerola! Are you unconscious? Whoa, get back to me!... Kuck, is this an external attack? What I feel slightly is the magic of the water system. Should I consider that only I, with my 'water resistance' skills, could have broken this situation? But I know of water magic that causes such phenomena -"

"- Whoa, did only one of you wake up? Though the wide area magic unleashed throughout the capital, I see a bit of bone. But I'm not just in the way right now. Sleep well."

"Ha...?

Some kind of hand accidentally placed on my head. Ernesto, who could not perceive the signs as much as the hair, in the next moment becomes stiff without having time to change his posture and expression, just like his colleagues Daihachi and others. No, would it have a slightly dumb look? Especially though I don't seem to understand what happened.

"Heh, this is the rumor, Lord Ohachi. How could that be? Isn't there a better crowd of talent than we used to?

Gachari and Daihachi opened the door to the private meeting room, and a man from the black robe came into the room. You can't peek at that face because you're wearing a hood deep.

"Feelings. But it's been stretching lately, too. Precision is not about level 7."

but it was obvious that the two of them fit together because they were having a conversation with a mysterious person who had taken Ernest's consciousness from them today. Beat Ernesto's shoulder twice and three times when he stopped moving, and the mysterious figure, who would be two meters away, walks out in front of the black robe. The earliest explanation would not be necessary. The identity of the mysterious figure is Vakala Zuzinga of the oldest Great Eight demons, "The Old Man," while the black robe is Delis disguised as "Black," one of Lilivia's men.

"I trapped properly, but now all but a few of the polar organisms inside the capital have been completely consolidated. Let's just say we're going to a grand example place."

"Do we need to go this far? Even if we don't do this, we can go straight to our destination without being noticed."

"Everything matters about impact. It's more dangerous, isn't it? Besides, covert behavior doesn't suit me. See, this isn't the Great Demon King, is it?

"Heck, you did. So, do you suppose to go? To the poor king."

Derris and Vaccarat walk through a world where civilians, soldiers, maids, researchers, monsters kept for experimental purposes, all their lives stopped. This is a rear palace section that is inherently heavily guarded and forbids even high-ranking people from entering. It is the most consecrated place in the castle as a place to create the inheritance of the Great Empire of Elderado. But such circumstances are of no relationship or reluctance to the two of us. Bare next to the inflexible escorts who refrain from entering or stuffing, just go back with our faces.

"It's not the end point. Behind this heavy door lies the king of Elderado. Well, the Omeke are with them, and only this room was left out of the scope of magic, so maybe they're playing a nanny inside. Foffooffoo!"

"Shut up, grandpa porn. Ha, is it also a thought that soundproofing is poorly performed? I don't know how you realize this is happening all over the capital."

"Don't say you can't. I didn't kill anyone, and there's no noisy noise. If you were eager to work as a king, you wouldn't have to realize it. So, what do you say we go? Oh, I'm going as Vaccarat the Demon King from here, so nice to meet you around."

"Yes, yes, I'm going as black too, so please leave me alone around there. Well, let's..."

- Daaaaaaaaah!

Two steel doors that were guarding the deepest rear of the rear palace were blown up like a backsword by the impact from the outside, causing momentum to crash into the back wall of the room. The roar and aftermath caused by it was just amazing, just because the door was high enough to look up.

"Kyaaaaah!?

"No!

"Hey, what!? What happened!?

"What's the matter!?

Most of the voices heard from the room were the screams of the women. Make sure that only one of them has a man's. Vakala's words that he had not exercised magic only in this room were apparently not lies.

"You're so passionate at this hour, King of Elderado."

"Ki, you, Vakala......!

Stepping over the entrance without the iron door, the interior of the room in which the king-size bed is placed spreads in front of you. On the bed were men in their thirties or so, but full of spectacular looks, and three beautiful women who were only getting their upper body up in a round-naked state. On the wall behind them is a brilliant piercing of the iron door that blew up earlier.

"Black, this is what is commonly known as Harlem. You have qualities too, so why don't you go for it? I guess Maria's daughter's pretty fond of the young guys around her, huh?

An inadvertently shaken vulgar topic. Derris kept it in her mind that even if she changed the way she spoke, it would end up being Grandpa Eloise. But now Derris is here as black, and there's no reason to ignore him.

"What the hell are you kidding? That stuff, it would just add to the extra effort. Immediate thought will destroy you."

"Huh, that's a blackish answer. It really seems black that it's actually going to destroy itself."

I don't see the expression on the hood, but Derris wasn't at heart calm. If there was such a future, it would surely be the worst future in slaughter. With more than a thousand Natsu stresses, Delis' life, or scalp, would die.

"So. King of Elderado, I want to tell you one thing today. That's why I went out of my way to do it. My Kukoku Carmine declares war on your country, the Empire of Elderado. Specifically, I'll have your neck. Well, that's it. Try your best to defend this imperial capital."