Kuro no Maou

The 26th of the month of Xinyang, morning.

"... what is this?

The current village of Alsace was full of people evacuating towards Sparta.

A number of large tents are erected in the village's central square, still under the impression of a Daedalus army camp.

"A festival over the summer doesn't seem wacky.

What the hell happened while I was on the quest... "

Simon, a Rank 1 adventurer boy staying in the village of Alsace, had spent about a week at the foot of the Galahad Mountains, completing a quest for herb collection and had just returned.

But when I go back, the village is showing a negative buzz with this kind of strange and anxious crowd.

Though I'm sure there must be some kind of unpredictable emergency going on, Simon's familiar personality was disastrous and while questioning the situation, he could only go straight to the guild without asking the villagers.

"What!? What are you talking about, your guild is going black!?

When we reached the Alliance, we arrived, and another surprise struck him.

A week ago, when he left for the quest, the Adventurer's Guild, which was indeed white painted, was stained with a black colour like a dark night when he returned.

"Paintwork...... don't you have a wax......"

I'm a little hesitant to go in front of a creepy dark guild, but if I don't go back, I won't get paid, and I can't go in.

With a strange look on his face, Simon slowly opened his hands to the door of the guild.

"Wow..."

In the lobby of the Alliance, the figure of an armed adventurer.

It's a natural sight because it's an adventurer's guild, but the anomaly is that their numbers were too high, compared to a week ago.

It's as busy as an adventurer's guild in the city, Simon thought, and moved on to the counter.

But a third shock strikes him.

"The counter is closed!?

Unless officially announced on an emergency quest, the Alliance counter will not close.

Simon, who doesn't know what the hell this is about, only comes up with a hatena mark over his head.

"Why... I don't know..."

If you look around, all those adventurers with no face.

No, even the adventurers of the village of Alsace, whose faces I saw in the first place, were not left alone to exchange words with Simon, who came here on a solo note and was still shallow in the day.

"Hmm, what the hell happened to the village and the guild"

Simon was stuck in the corner of the lobby for now, thinking about what to do now, where and to whom he could receive the reward for completing the quest, and what was happening here and now.

"You there."

Suddenly a voice rang from the overhead of the overwhelming Simon.

"Huh?"

Raising her gaze, she stands there with a black robe on her dark hair and black monochrome man from the ceiling of her head to her toes on her feet.

The race is human, but long enough to cross himself for nearly two minutes, you can tell he's a magician because he's wrapped around a robe, but he's got a wide shoulder-width tight muscle and a fine stature like a warrior.

Though his face has a high nose and a neat outline and each part, his horrible and sharp eyesight gives this man an overwhelming sense of intimidation.

(Wow, you're my bad type...)

Simon, not prejudiced, but a tall, poor physique, had a practical experience that was always the subject of ridicule from men his age.

He remembers that those with a particularly privileged and great stature have turned a contemptuous eye on themselves all the more.

But such half-trauma-like thoughts were kept in his chest, and Simon responded to the man's voice only emotionally.

"What, brother?

"Did you get back from your quest today because you had a face you didn't see?

"Yes, but..."

While responding coldly to a man's words,

(I got a corner voice, and I think I'll ask this brother what happened here)

I think so, Simon.

I tried to continue the dialogue for an explanation, but before that, a man issued,

"The weapon you're carrying, maybe not a gun?

Simon opened his eyes to surprise at the words.

"... how do you know?

I succeeded brilliantly in blackening my guild, from everyone, especially Mo.

"Boulder Chrono's husband or! Believe me, I believed in my husband from the beginning!

And, after receiving words of praise, he returned to the lobby on the ground floor.

I am not tired and tired all night, but I have been attacked by mental fatigue because I continued to exercise magic.

I was going to go back to my room and give you an hour or so of rest.

"Oh, that's..."

I saw something in my eye and a shock ran into my brain.

At the end of my gaze is an elf, whose characteristically elongated ear instantly turns out.

Grey short hair, big, circular emerald eyes like Lily's and a young, adorable looking girl, no, is it a boy?

Dressed in a dark blue coat and often dressed in a lightweight adventurer named Boots on leather trousers below, men and women cannot be distinguished from that outfit.

If you would wear a skirt like the three elf sisters in "Princess Sanhong", I could make a decision with the girl in one shot.

Ra is a horn too, I didn't fall in love with the daughter of such an unknown man at first sight and remember the shock, he (?) was blinded by the weapon he was carrying.

"- But it doesn't have to be a gun!?

I just think that long heavy iron cylinder is a gun no matter what you look at it.

When that man's daughter turned around, Sole did see a grip and trigger with a long barrel of guns, so you could say it was definite already.

Shaped like a shotgun, no, more like an unstocked rifle to be exact.

I saw a Crusader soldier with a bowgun, but I never thought you'd see a gun in this other world.

It's tense like I've been up all night and high, and of course my face remains on the poker face to avoid being questioned by the adventurers in the lobby.

"I care, no, maybe that gun will be a big force of war"

Either way, he'll be part of us more than an emergency quest has been issued and an Alliance of Adventurers formed.

Then why don't we keep our voices to ourselves?

I'm sitting somewhere in the corner of the lobby looking lonely with him (?) I advanced my legs toward.

Shit, I'm getting a little nervous, what the hell. I've never been in a nasty mood all over this city.

"You there."

Once again, calm down, speak up.

"Huh?"

The kid looked up and stared straight at me.

Wow, you look really cute nearby, this is already him (?) Not her (?) I don't think we need to rename them.

Look, there's something coming from her that smells fluffy and good like when she hugs Lily.

Do all the elves smell like this? It would be a bit arrogant if it was me up to the guy.

"What, brother?

I wonder if my weird thoughts have been read, the rejection aura full cold reply came back from her.

I'm slightly shocked when I get such a blatantly icy attitude, well, I might be wary if a dubiously dressed dude with a bad eye like me called me.

Let's keep it that way.

"Did you get back from your quest today because you had a face you didn't see?

"Yes, but..."

I still seem to be an adventurer for sure.

That means you don't even know what's going on right now, and so did some adventurers who came back yesterday, naturally.

But in a second word, she's already releasing a sinister aura.

This is awkward, even though we haven't gotten to the point yet, the next dialogue is definitive about what will leave this place.

I need to ask you about the gun early.

"The weapon you're carrying, maybe not a gun?

"... how do you know?

My big adorable eyes open my eyes to see if the question was so surprising.

"Is it something you don't normally know?

"I don't know how many weapons maniacs a gun has to be.

What about your brother's common sense? "

When I met him, I was suddenly suspected of common sense by his opponents for decades.

Well, I'm not a resident of another world, and I do have a lot of uncertainty about common sense here, and I can't help but be told that I don't know common sense.

"It was normal in my hometown."

It's an excuse, but it's not a lie.

From the common sense of the original world, everyone knows about guns, especially if they're like me. That knowledge is outrageous, not enough to call them gun geeks.

That's a horn too, and from this reply, the weapon she's carrying was confirmed with a gun.

Or, once we found out that guns exist in this other world as well.

But why is it that there are such splendid guns but they are not popular at all, because magic is more convenient, too expensive, well maybe this is the time to start spreading them.

"Anyway, I'm very interested in your gun, could you show me?

"My gun is a piece of iron that doesn't use any kind of magic mechanism, like the magician's brother would expect."

So you're saying that some things are similar in shape to guns to the extension of the wand (rod)?

As long as my 'Black Barista Replica' is also in the form of a gun, don't make it work the way it looks.

More than that.

"Does not using magic mean that Sole is a genuine gun that flies lead bullets with iron and gunpowder?

That's the kind of 'real’ gun I want to see.

"Brother... how do you even know such a thing"

Well, I just heard a similar conversation.

And her stunned look is also the second time.

"I built the type of gun that uses gunpowder instead of magic to fly bullets, how did you know you were using gunpowder when you hadn't told anyone how to structure it yet!

Wait, now she did say she built it.

"Wait, I just want to make sure one thing, is a gun like the one a weapon maniac has all like a wand (rod) deformation?

"... yes, but"

"So, you eliminated any magic and built that gun that fires the bullet, and possibly even formulated the gunpowder yourself?

"It's not as fine as conditioning, but yeah, that's why you don't know guns that use gunpowder other than me.

No, wait - wait a minute, your brother already has this type of gun in his hometown... "

Before she shrugged like a bump and a soliloquy, I trembled at the further shock beyond when I found the gun.

"Genius."

Gun history is not shallow, it is a weapon created after various trials and errors from the invention of gunpowder, even when things like a volcano gun can be done.

It's impossible to get to this shape by yourself from nothing.

No, maybe she had some tips.

Even so, in this world where gunpowder doesn't exist, it still means producing a self-made gun.

"You're a genius!

Yes, it can't be anything but genius.

"Oh, brother?

I may have the great inventor of the century in front of me right now.

"Awesome, awesome, please show me that gun!

"Ugh... if you say so much, fine..."

You're pulling into my momentum, she's the one with the troubled face, but it's not a tension I can care about anymore.

A gun that will be offered to you.

"Thanks!"

When I receive it, I get the weight of solid iron in my hand.

I've had it if it's about a model gun, but I've never had a real gun before, but I still can't help but think this sense of weight is real.

"Is this bullet in there?

"No way, I'm pulling it out now.

Pull the trigger and nothing happens, it's just an iron cylinder "

Then you don't have an accident about messing around badly, I can safely observe.

"Sounds like a shotgun."

The exterior was an unstocked hunting gun, but in light of the knowledge of the gun in front of me and the one in my head, a better, similar form of gun hit me.

"Contender, or"

It's a single-shot pistol for hunting developed by Thompson in the United States, in a socky shape to that one.

However, because this gun is made on the assumption that she will use it, it seems that the grip is slightly thin and compact in shape as a whole.

And as I thought at first glance it was a shotgun, the barrel should be long, definitely longer than the contender, well, I've never seen the real thing.

"But the structure feels pretty much the same."

Seeing where there is no magazine or bolt, loads one bullet at a time, a single shot correctly.

Because she developed it on her own on a boulder, or compared to a modern gun, it seems to have only the minimal mechanism necessary to shoot a bullet.

With the exception of the barrel, will it fire a round bullet, just like a fire rope gun, with smooth inside and no rifling?

There's a red shining stone attached to the tip of the iron shot, so it's probably supposed to be a flint lock type, or at least a pretty close method to it, to ignite it with this.

Does that mean gunpowder and bullets are loaded separately? Do you know what the details are?

Pull the trigger, Gakin, and the sound of the shooting iron tapping.

Kind of touching, this sound is still cool, isn't it?

"How do we reload? You gonna load a bullet out of the barrel?

"I used to, but now -"

Returning the gun, she makes a noise and breaks the barrel, Gashan, when she is accustomed to standing on her hand.

"Medium fold!? Shit, it's super cool!

"Right, this is cool!

By the way, the contender is also medium foldable.

I mean, now I think me and her got along, with a girl who doesn't even know this name - oh, speaking of which,

You haven't introduced yourself yet.

"Uh, yeah."

I take the guild card I was raising from my neck out of my nose and show it to her.

It's Chrono. Nice to meet you.

"... Simon"

We named each other and exchanged guild cards.

Name, Simon Rank, 1 Class, Alchemist and on her guild card.

"Alchemist?

It was my first class to try.

If you're a magician with flames and darkness on your head, you know, alchemist, what the hell class is that?

"Brother, don't you know the alchemist?

"The one who creates money?

"Yes, without magic."

"... can you do it?

"No way. If I could do that, I wouldn't be circulating gold."

That's a lot, after all, the rare value of gold is absolute both in the original world and in other worlds.

I guess you can't use magic to produce gold.

"Alchemist is a generic name for non-magic researchers, because not everyone is studying gold training."

"Well, other than magic..."

That means, like the original world, I wonder if an alchemist is an ancestral of scientists.

For example, Russian interest builds.

Aside from guns, this Simon may be producing some modern invention.

As a person who has been magically wielded ever since he was summoned by another world, I want to get in touch with science and technology for the first time in a long time.

"If the alchemist is a researcher, do you have a lab or something?

"It's not such a fine thing, but I need a place to experiment, so I'm renting a nearby inn."

"If you like, can you show me there too?

"What!? That's..."

"Oh, Sman, maybe the lab is a secret gathering, so we can't show it to others?

I don't know if I can do it. "

"No, that's not it, nobody can tell by looking at it except me anyway, or it's really narrow and not the kind of tocoro that calls people..."

Um, the reason is, "My room's a little dirty, so don't go in there! Like."

But I really don't have time for this right now.

Maybe there are inventions in her lab, including gunpowder, that can help with crusader interceptions, and I must ask for your cooperation here.

I mean, you haven't explained any circumstance to this girl yet after all.

"I'm just going to change my mind, actually, because an emergency quest has been issued and this village is facing a critical situation."

"Oh yes, I was going to hear more about that area!

What the hell's going on in the village right now, the guild is full of adventurers, the counter is closed, and my reward is... "

"Okay, okay, I'll explain it right, so let's just walk to Simon's lab and tell him what's going on."

"What, it's my decision to come to Toko!?

"Sorry, but don't end up like that."

"Ultimately, everything's been like that since the beginning!

I just thought, if this girl did this, she'd be sharp, she'd want to jerk off a lot.

Lily is a child, and Mr. Fiona is natural, and there's no room for me to be kidding until now, that's Simon's reaction in such a fold.

In the second year since I started working in the high school literature and arts department, there was a junior boy in the interactive illustration department with illustrations on my light novel, reminiscent of my interaction with him.

Because he was a little kid too, like he didn't know if he was a man or a woman, and I totally can't help but wear this Simon and his figure.

Yabe, I'm starting to cry a little about the joy and the feeling of home.

"What tears, brother?"

"No, just remember my hometown a little bit."

"Where was the element of grief in the current exchange?

That's right, not if you're immersed in sad thoughts, if you keep boggling around like this, you'll be stressed out, but anyway, nothing goes on.

Explain the situation quickly, install cooperation, and think about putting guns into action.

"Rabbits are horns, and I need your help now!

"... is that what you're saying in the gag?

"No, I'm serious about this,"

I don't think the credibility of my dialogue is going down because I was kidding too much.

"Bad, because I think you'll convince me if I explain it all"

"Hmm, well, let's go, shall we?

"Oh."

And I have to tell everyone I'm going out before then.

If the leader suddenly disappears, they'll think he's escaped.

I slapped my hands heavily and called on the adventurers.

"Hey, guys, listen up"

The adventurers gathered in the lobby react instantly to my voice and turn their gaze simultaneously.

"Hey, brother, what are you--"

"I'm going out a little bit now.

I'll be back by noon, and then I'll do the exercises as planned, so stay put. "

"" Roger!

With the adventurers' voices on their backs, me and Simon walk out of the guild side by side.

"... who is your brother?

"You saw the guild card, it's the Black Wizard of Rank 1 Adventurer"

The leader of the Alliance of Adventurers is doing it, too, but that explanation, well, will do later.