Kuro no Maou

Six apostles, half of all twelve, were assembled in the main mountain of the Church in the Holy City of Elysion, also known as the Cathedral of St. Elysion, in the conference room dedicated to the high priests in its depths.

It is rare for all twelve to meet together, even in the same apostle, some to work for Elysion, and others to go as far afield as Saliel.

At the same time, it also implicitly showed that the history of the Ark continent still does not end the war.

The six apostles gathered here today consist of the second and fifth inhabitants of Elysion and the third, fourth, eleventh and twelfth, who have now returned.

"- I shall continue to be entrusted to the Seventh Apostle, Sir Saliel, for the project of conquest of the Pandora Continent"

On this occasion, the Second Apostle Abel, who holds the highest position and chairmanship, declares:

Abel, who is in the current tide of deciding to send successive reinforcements from nobility and from the Church by virtue of the Crusaders' glorious victory in the Battle of the Goldran, nevertheless serves as the Apostolic Summarizer, showed that he will not send any new Apostles.

"You sound dissatisfied, Lord Eleventh Apostle Mass"

Abel spoke to the Eleventh Apostolic Mass, who perceived the reaction of each person and took a blatantly dissatisfied look in it.

"Sariel was badly injured in the fight against a dragon called Garvinal, it takes time to fully regenerate the missing spot, and if you sleep in a 'coffin', you won't be able to move for a month."

Among the apostles seated on this occasion, the three who make up half, including the Second Apostle Abel, are dressed to conceal their faces, but the Mass wraps around a modified coat that even reveals their shoulders and raw feet on the face.

The adorable and beautiful face of Mass's still young, correspondingly seventeen years of age, the expression beautiful girl fitted, and the highly exposed modified coat, which would be dramatically elevated if seen by a strict clergyman, was also dressed really well for a well-developed figure drawing feminine curves.

Starting with a brilliant platinum tiara in pale peach hair, she wears brilliant ornaments all over her body, but they all remain more just to enhance the beauty of Mass than to dress, and the brilliance of the gemstone is enough to appear somewhere sumptuous in front of her.

"Exactly, isn't it dangerous for Sir Saliel and the Crusaders to be incapacitated for a month"

Following the words of Mass, the Twelfth Apostle Mariabel takes the floor.

He is not a disguise that hides his face, just like Mass, but exposes himself to the beauty of a girl with blonde blue eyes very similar to his brother, Archbishop Luchrome.

Just a glossy straight long hairstyle gave those who see a rather different impression from his brother's natural wave.

"Indeed, the Crusaders would be devastated if they were now attacked again by an army of demons with comparable power to Garvinal.

However, not so many hostile forces have been confirmed, let alone the prudent Archbishop of Lychrome, who does not imitate the kind of reckless strike out of the occupied Daedalus.

And more importantly, reinforcements are still being sent to Pandora, and the restoration of power will soon be achieved. "

"Backup, you hungry hyena herd mistake."

"Isn't your mouth too much, Sir Eleventh Apostolic Mass"

Abel likes it, but Mass doesn't see the color of reflection.

"You know you're only a bunch of bandits blinded by greed. You're just a bunch of people involved in looting and slaughter, and you can't be a mattomo warrior."

It was a derogatory mass against the Church and the noble reinforcements that had given her a new name as a crusader, but Abel also had no dare to argue because she could understand what she said.

"I don't entirely agree with Sir Mass, but I don't think reinforcements will come under much command either.

I think my brother excels both as a priest and as a commander, but there can be no other apostle with immense power who can contain a large, fragmented group of affiliations and thoughts "

Even though clear opposition had been expressed to the two apostles, Abel did not turn his opinion over.

"It would make sense for both of us to say so, but we still can't allow the Apostle to be dispatched.

At the moment, there were prospects that enough fighting power could be secured to conquer all of the Pandora continent.

Indeed, it is obvious that it is only noble, or church private soldiers, who go to Pandora more than this, and that there will be a certain amount of looting on the ground, and that there will not be too many clamors within their companions over territory and property.

But too many people gather to conquer Pandora, and the only thing more problematic than this is the ‘splitting of cakes', and such an undisputed feud is beyond the knowledge of our apostles "

The Apostle is empowered to destroy enemies against God.

Therefore, there is no point in raising the kung fu and gaining fame, except that if slaughtering an enemy is its raison d 'être and there is no enemy to defeat, there is no point in having an apostle there.

In this sense, the Pandora continent is only an area where there is already not enough enemy force left for other apostles to intervene.

Even the bandit contenders stand in parliament and in the church with the prospect of overwhelming numbers and conquest of the entire continent.

There are so many who raise their names to the soldiers that it seems that there will be less force left in Ninglo Ark continent.

If greed drives us to a shortage of soldiers, then the Apostle must make up for the power to preserve the peace of the Republic.

"The wounded Sir Saliel will certainly take a month to get out of motion, but he has no enemies to threaten, so he doesn't have to struggle with his foolish allies.

Until she finishes her conquest of Pandora, as Commander-in-Chief of the Crusades, there's nothing wrong with her not being able to move. "

"But..."

The sound of a gently breaded hand blocked the words of Mass, who also tried to speak out his objections.

"Ugh, if you're so worried about Sariel, why don't we go see her next time"

and it was the Third Apostle, Mikael, who uttered a soothing dialogue as if he were proposing the sympathy of his friends.

Wavy platinum blonde super long hair with a gentle eye for relief and mercy on what you see is embedded with purple crystals (amethysts).

Overwhelmingly huge chest puffiness, gentle creases, long, fleshy feet on large, spreading hips.

A rich, feminine body line floats so clearly even from above the loose, pure white monastic garments.

Its appearance full of colorful incense, however, makes all who see divinity, such as the rich goddess and the goddess of the Mother Earth, which were believed in ancient times, feel.

Such a michael floated a grinning smile into a clear beauty referred to as the 'Virgin', as if she believed her opinion was an amazing idea.

"Hey, Atashi's not worried about Sariel or anything."

"I agree, if you're not worried about anything, Sir Mass won't come.

As far as I'm concerned, it's not as loud as it sounds. "

"So you didn't tell me nobody was going!

Atashi is just wondering if his arm has fallen off as an eternal rival, that's all!

Private fights and duels between the apostles are forbidden, but as far as Mass is concerned, they all seem to be at a child's level of quarrel, and Abel never pinched his mouth.

Mariabelle's not much of a friend, is she?

"Don't call my name off on your own, or you're not much of a friend!

"Atashi is a rival, you're just an apostolic companion"

"Don't be ridiculous, such a cot -"

None, and I can't tell you enough, was the troubling thing about the Maribearbell boy.

Though she herself has unparalleled feelings for Sariel, that's why she and I have never been special friends.

Mariabel once joined his brother Lycrom in the army he led before Ars became Cardinal and threw himself into the battle against the heathen.

In that battle, the apostle sent by the Church was Saliel.

No matter how hard you try, you're not more than your comrades, if you can call yourself comrades just because you fought together in the first place, the more Saliel's comrades, who are always on the battlefield, the more this crusade adds 15,000, the more it will reach a total of 100,000.

"Oh no... I..."

"Phew."

Mariabelle worried about the one-way street of her thoughts and a Mass of expressions she somehow won.

"I started going to the Pandora continent. What's it like?"

Mikael is a Mikael, in a traveling mood and with a broken face.

Abel sees the appearance of the triplets with a half-hearted look, his face never being seen by the most deeply worn hood.

"- Nor does the rabbit forbid to meet with the horn, Sir Saliel personally, leaving it to the discretion of each person.

That concludes the debate, dissolve. "

Abel took his seat at the same time as he made his own declaration of dissolution.

I told him what to tell him, so there's no need to stay here any longer and say this about the meeting with Sariel, just like Mikael, Mass, and Mariabelle.

And the fourth and fifth apostles, who were silent all the time on this occasion, will also take their seats after Abel.

A silver knight wrapped in heavy armor from head to toe is the fifth apostle, Johannes.

He is the head of the 'Cathedral Knights (Temple Knights)', to which the First Heavy Cavalry Unit, who broke down the Daedalus army in the Battle of the Goldran, belongs.

The appearance of taking a seat without being slightly mobile in armor over two metres in length only appeared to have artwork placed on it.

On the other hand, it is the Fourth Apostle Judah, dressed in a white robe similar to Abel's and more deeply hooded and unable to see any expression.

As far as he is concerned, it is completely unclear what kind of activity he is engaged in, and the Apostle with the numbers below the fifth is, of course, a mysterious figure whose abilities do not even know his face.

The faceless Second, Fourth and Fifth Apostles had already left the room, and what remained was a threesome who wished to meet with Saliel.

The diagram of the contending Mass and Mariabel, Mikael, who turned the Virgin's smile on the two of them, was like a poorly made student and teacher.

Even compared to the robust Virginia fortress, there was still a huge Daedalus Royal Castle, a special room on the corner of it.

The large space, originally an underground warehouse, the cold stone floor depicted a huge demonic formation, with white robe-wrapped priests in all corners, and a large pure white coffin in the centre.

For about a month after the Daedalus occupation this room was rapidly built, there was no change whatsoever between the occasional shaking of the lamp that illuminated the room and the faint leakage of tired exhalation by the four priests who continued to exercise their magic in alternation.

But now at this time, the change they had been waiting for finally came.

- Bashari

Water sounds better than a coffin.

Bashabasha and the sound of a gentle tap on the water twice or three times, the four priests confirm that it is not a hallucination that they have heard that has drained their spiritual and magical powers.

When the priests leave the room immediately, two sisters appear to be replaced with them.

Grab a towel on one side, a coat on the other, and a white one without stains on either side.

As they approach the coffin, the door of the coffin opens more than within it.

The two white thin arms, which opened the door and protruded into the hollow, laid their hands on the abyss of the coffin and slowly woke themselves up.

The nudity of a white girl, wet all over her body in holy water that was full of coffins, becomes exposed.

Both open red eyes capture the two sisters standing in front of themselves as they drip Shizukuishi from the long hair of silver.

To her who is out of the coffin, it was Sister who should have spoken first, but it was only now that the two of them had seen her directly, that they could not help but forget their duties and breathlessly nestle in the beautiful figure loved by that God.

In their eyes is the naked white girl with no scratches.

After a fierce battle with Dragon King Garvinal, she suffered countless wounds all over her body, plus the Seventh Apostle Saliel, who should have lost her right hand and eyes, but now she sees no scar anywhere that should have been there.

In a coffin full of holy water, Saliel's wounds had recovered completely for nearly the past month.

"... how long has it been?

Sariel opens her mouth.

It was a small voice, the same as before, but enough to bring the two people who would be toured by her back to sanity.

"Today is the 12th of the month of Xinyang, 36 days have passed since you fell asleep"

"Yes."

Wipe your body while being made into a sister with a towel, listening to more recent developments than a sister with a coat of law.

"Sounds a little noisy."

"Yes, the Daedalus prime minister harmed himself in the throne earlier..."

Listening to Sister, Saliel wrapped her coat around and, as usual, tied her long hair behind her.

"Now Archbishop Luchrome is waiting for you, please come this way"

Sister takes the lead and starts walking.

Sariel's footsteps that followed were so solid that I didn't think he'd slept for a month.

(My body is stiff...... my right arm is also impossible to use in combat for a week)

After finishing the conversation, I thought I'd go outside the castle with a rehab and an inspection.