Kuro no Maou

"Welcome to the White Miracle and the Third Institute, under Cardinal Ars, the Seventh Apostle, Sir Saliel -"

To the magnificent man who bows his head respectfully, greetings are there too. They crept through the main entrance of the institute.

"Is there no Bishop Judas?

As usual, on his way down the dim aisle, Ars visited the leading white cape man.

"I'm sorry, but a summons order to the Holy City was issued yesterday, so I was wondering if I'd be back here for six months."

"It's a little unfortunate, though I can't help it, whether it was a mistake or a sudden visit."

The man relieves himself of how Ars is not particularly in a bad mood.

The man guiding the two is currently the chief officer of this institute, acting on behalf of Judas.

Though surrogate, even this man with the title of High Priest, above the head of a large institution with a hundred sized researchers, was also an impossible story to tell the Pope, the Cardinal and the Apostle, that if they were both in front, they would atrophy due to tension.

The two of them recommend walking in a calm atmosphere, not to blame him specifically for being used to it.

On the road, the three of them had reached their destination, the conference room, while Ars visited the priest with a bumpy note about the facility.

"" Welcome, under Cardinal Ars, Lord Saliel the Seventh Apostle - "

Inside the conference room, researchers in the same white cape as priests received multiple crowds.

All the men of the White Cloak, including the priest, were older than both the Cardinal and the Apostle, but everyone is beheaded with respect.

It was only natural that they would become older, given their two youths.

"Please, call me."

Cardinal Ars, sitting in his elbow-handed white chair, was still in his thirties, but this stern man had already wrapped his throat no less than his title.

Dressed in Mithril's special coat, blue eyes look sharply forward in her rich blonde hair. Als with a neat face like a sculpture picturing an ancient hero, sitting on a large elbow chair was truly the same.

Ars, the Cardinal in her thirties, is also young enough to deserve surprise, but she, called the Seventh Apostle Saliel, goes even further on top of it.

Eyes with red light in the long hair of silver, maiden with clear white soft skin, so much so that it appears assimilated to pure white coat of law, that it is Saliel.

The puppeted appearance is so much younger than younger.

Now, her legs are not on the floor, sitting in the same shaped chair as Ars.

It was so small and luxurious.

Saliel, who is completely out of place on this occasion, but the apostles, knowing the meaning of their special status, were not seen as upset or confused, although they were nervous.

"Now let me explain the project"

Where the two of them sat and the dossier crossed, the High Priest began to speak.

"- This divine soldier plan is a project based on a very humane philosophy that allows us to carry out jihad without sacrificing the divine people living in the Republic.

As you know, on the eastern side of the Ark continent and in the Pandora continent, cults are trekking, and the dominant areas of the evil gods are very widely crossed.

The most effective means of combating this is the proud sacred magic of our Church, the so-called white magic, but it is the current situation that the number of priests, white magicians, exercising this miracle vocation is absolutely lacking.

The Republic, and hence the current use of white magic, is cracked to maintain the Crucifix area, and there are of course no personnel on the east side, the Pandora continent on the border, etc.

Still, a few priests who burn on their mission have traveled to the Pandora continent and are committed to their cause of conquest, but we cannot say that they have reached a sufficient number of people

So, as a countermeasure to their evil black magic, this one exercises the same black magic.

Of course, it would be a felony to defy the faith of a white God to say such things as teach black magic, which is an evil technique against the divine people.

Thus, the use of pagans, demons and Gentiles ensures the use of black magic.

It can also be said that outsiders crush each other with the same evil power, poison with poison, but with such a methodology, the Divine Soldier plan came to be implemented.

At present, when it comes to the progress of the project, it can be said that it is going very well.

In particular, the Gentile called in three months ago, Experiment Number 49, has such a high ability to be considered a collection of previous studies.

We pride ourselves on being satisfied with its performance, even if it is always underneath.

In the future, research is to proceed with a policy of making adjustments to the mass production of black magicians, with Forty-Nine at the forefront and somewhat incapacitated.

Today, number 49 is scheduled to undergo the last baptism, and this fiscal year, no, by the end of this month, there will be a performance announcement in the Holy Capital - "

Unexpectedly blocking the words of the hot narrative priest was Saliel, who had previously penetrated unresponsiveness without uttering a word.

"Under the Cardinal."

It was a fine call that seemed to disappear, but it had clearly reached Ars' ears.

"Something, Sir Saliel?

Not to mention the question, Ars wonders, knowing Saliel's silence.

"Get down."

To that one word that went on, Ars's doubts deepen.

It's not the wind that cares how it goes, and Saliel moves on to further action.

"Get down."

As Sariel descends from his chair, he dives straight under the huge table.

To its inexplicable appearance, a bewildered voice begins to rise in boulders from around, too.

"... ok"

"What, under the Cardinal!?

To the mysterious Sariel's words and actions, Ars chose to obey.

Two people, second only to the highest, suddenly dived under the table, and no one could immediately understand what it meant.

For a moment, bright air flows indoors.

But Saliel at the top of the line, speaking of the atmosphere in such a place, certainly didn't care for Ars again.

Because Ars believed that the word of Saliel, called the Apostle, was always worthy of trust.

And as a result of that trust, Ars understood at this moment that he had made the right choice.

Zuzun...

Sounds like roaring from the bottom of the earth, ominous sounds of buildings roaring, and intense vibrations that shake your whole body.

"Ji, it's an earthquake!?

Someone's cry really accurately represented this situation.

At this time, an earthquake with a seismic intensity of more than six hit the land.

"Ugh, wow!

To the scream of rising there, the chair, of course, echoes the sound of the bookshelves installed in the conference room flipping over.

In such an annoying cry, Ars saw Saliel in a convincing mood as to whether this was the case.

Ars didn't even feel the need to pray to God for his own safety when he was in front of Saliel, who encountered an earthquake that was a rare natural disaster in the Republic but didn't show any changes other than blinking under this circumstance.

Thus, the wobble that caused the laboratory to violently quake healed after dozens of seconds.

When they were all together and crawled out of the bottom of the table, the researchers fell and fell on the floor without a leak.

"Everybody all right?

Fortunately, no one seemed to have been crushed by the bookshelf or passed out by a hard blow to the head, and rose up in one loose motion after another with groans.

"We have to get out of here..."

"Relax, this laboratory was built using the ancient ruins intact, wasn't it?

So, if so, it shouldn't collapse with an earthquake of this magnitude?

"Yes... you're right"

"But it's an emergency, you should evacuate just in case, Lord Priest, ask for precise evacuation guidance not to panic, etc."

Each of the following priestly researchers, who have regained their composure in the words of Ars, moves into action.

If the top of the organization can calm down and give instructions, even if there were wounded, this place would work out well.

Not so shocked by the sudden earthquake, Ars and Saliel try to leave the conference room, prompted by one of the researchers.

"Oh, my God, priest!

Then, in a hurry, a man with a white cape, presumably one of the researchers, rushed in.

I could see that Ars and Saliel would be in sight, but I couldn't even see how I noticed them, so I could see that they would be in a considerable hurry.

Calm down, it's under the Cardinal and in front of Lord Saliel, and the earthquake wobble will have healed.

Not a single thank you, say it in the same tone the priest tells the rushing researcher.

"No, the earthquake..."

Shortly after I was about to say it, a roar and vibration echoed from downstairs.

"Hey, what, another earthquake!?

Towards the cold-sweating priest, researchers shouted for the continuation of the blocked dialogue.

"- Number 49 has escaped!!