Black Summoner

- - Heart of the Evil God/Holy Grail Divine Area (Holy Charis)

Once there was a small country called Alkar, located in the centre of the eastern continent. It is regarded as a miracle country in which neutrality has prevailed at all times in diplomacy by wise kings and good relations have been established with all the great powers around them. Usually, if the land is abundant and flourishes until it can cover its own self-sufficiency, it will be targeted by its neighbors in this era. But King Arkar was using the narrowness of his territory, his character as a buffer zone across great powers, to avoid war. His hand was enough to roar the kings of the great kingdom.

Gerard was a member of the Knights of this country during his life. Originally the peasants came out, but blessed with the foresight and opportunity of the king, he will take the seat of Commander of the Knights of Alkar in one generation. Compared to the Knights of neighboring countries, that was a small thing that I couldn't help but be coveted with the Knights of the Country. But still, Gerard was proud to be head of this knighthood, and he didn't think there was any more honor. That's how much I liked a country called Alkar.

Gerard was surrounded by a beautiful wife of age away, Betty and her beloved daughter, Connie, who lived a happy life. King Arkar created an uncontested ideal country in the midst of a dark age in which this man betrays man. My fellow citizens, who support the King in trying to make this country even better than it is now. They would not have dreamed that Alkar would perish in just a few moments.

Suddenly, the mysterious disease that broke out all over the country took King Alkar as its first victim, increasing the number of victims who could hang on his poisonous fangs inside the castle, into the city, all over the country. If it develops, there is no cure, and it rapidly debilitates to death within a day. In the confusion of losing a great leader, Gerard was still the one who stood around well. Yes, to the end. I scratched my wife, my daughter, my friends, and my men until they died.

"According to my memory, you tried to leave the country with your dying daughter in the end. In that terminal state, you did well. If we had as much power then, maybe we could have gotten out of here. Well, it wouldn't have changed the fate of your daughter or you."

"Jildra, are you kidding me?!?

"Ku, uh... my body..."

Effil was kneeling over the head of a multi-headed firedragon (Pyrohydra), holding his mouth by his hand. Blood drips from between his fingers and he has a blue and white face. It was clear that something had happened to her body.

"That's right. What was in that glass case was the pathogen that destroyed Alkar. It took time to spread to this large workshop and the resistance of the goddess to the artifact. Don't worry about it. It's more powerful than it was back then. Take the time to be tolerant and die firmly in agony"

"You......!

Gerard's anger grows as he feels his vision turn red. As if to respond to it, the magic surrounded by the Devil's Sword Darin Slave in his hand also swirled violently.

"Ma, wait... Mr. Gérard, I'm fine, so calm down, come on...!

"Potatoes -"

'- But there is no Hechima... If it takes time to die, there is still hope... now it is a prerequisite to defeat Jildra quickly, in the shortest possible time...!

Ephil stands up, shaking his legs, and leads an arrow to his bow. But there is no power in its hands, and it is not in a very, but not in a state where a fire-powered arrow can be released. The necks of the surrounding fire dragons and the flamingo birds also look worried or not. Gerrard's mind slightly regained its calm to Effil, who nevertheless looked forward in good health.

'Okay. But keep your guard firm and focus on recovery. Kroto, is Kroto okay?

To Gérard's inquiry, Kroto returned a thought-provoking, albeit unspoken, gesture of affirmation. Apparently, the disease, like Gerard, the body of armor, does not make sense to Slime.

'All right, Kroto, protect Effil. Don't spare your recovery pills, don't bang the finest. What, because the king's reprimands are taken together by me. My provisional grandson, did you leave it to me?

"Jer, mr. Gerard -"

Effil and Kroto said nothing more to the way they lit their resolve on their chests. Kroto stretches his own body thinly, covering his surroundings to hide Effil. Effil also accompanied it by intertwining the pale multi-necked firedragons (Pyrohydra) like yarn balls to build a flaming junction. Moreover, they created a powerful and fantastic fortress around which the flamingos danced. At the heart of it, Effil will be treated with devotional care by Kroto.

"Well, did you still have room to use such a great deal of magic? My daughter, it's horrible."

"Shut up."

"... what?

That was not the tone of Gerard's voice, which is usually cheerful. Very quiet, then a cold voice that pierces everything. Jildra falls into the illusion of seeing a red light behind the darkness of her helmet facing her with a rattling metal noise.

"I'm telling you to shut up. Have you lived and lived forever?

"Hmm......!

Gerrard doesn't look like he's going to let his earlier anger break out. You get the impression that you're angry, but you're turning energy to the root of your power appropriately. And that observed change was where Zildra wanted it, and he drew more interest in Gerrard.

"Hmm, you tell me to shut up. So, what do we do? Before the elves die, would you kill me and even look for the antivenom serum? Unfortunately, we don't have that. The disease is special, it is specialized in killing power and speed of transmission, but it also kills itself quickly. If even the infected die, the ferocity will stop in a few days of things. Well, if my daughter dies sooner than the pathogen dies first, the problem is--"

- I'm telling you to shut up.

When Gerard uttered his words, the Devil's Sword's body had already slashed and torn Jildra's body, up to his shoulder.

"Ugh!?

Zildra pulled the trigger of the sword almost reflexively. Coincidentally, the muzzle hits the root of the Devil's Sword and explodes. With the difference of a single piece of paper to be turned into two pieces, he bounced back the Devil's Sword.

(Not the ratio when Speed was fighting Cyanlaine. Guy, what...? Hmm?)

Zildra, with her eyes narrowed as she conceived, confirms that the magic of colour, mixed with red and lacquered black, is erupting from the gap in Gerrard's armor. That wasn't supposed to happen earlier.

(... is that sword the cause? interesting stuff)

Jildra with deep wounds but no particular concern. It was the Devil's Sword Darin Slave who traced the great yuan of the creepy magic as it was and reached it. The magic released from that sword is entering Gerrard's armor, explosively improving his abilities. That's what Jildra read.

"Well, let me deny what you said first. She's not your daughter, she's my temporary grandson. My sword does not know how to beat a temporal grandson. Readiness."