Kuro no Maou

Chrono fainting with a restful expression, but red and black dirty from his mouth to his upper body by massive amounts of blood.

Though Chrono's appearance of executing a method of killing that doesn't seem like a sane shabby way of chewing a person's throat off presents the look of a crazy killer (serial killer) with a head

"Heh, heh, that was so cool, Chrono."

For Lily, even the Prince of the White Horse was so charmed that he felt it in his bloody chrono.

"Already, nice! Chuh, chuh!

Good thing you're fainting, Lily. It rains kisses on your forehead.

"Mr. Lily, if you don't heal Mr. Chrono soon, won't it be too late?

Fiona went into a stop, staring at Lily with unreadable jito eyes of emotion, whether she didn't think anything of Lily's behavior like that, frightened or envious.

This sight of two corpse-like men and four serpent carcasses rolling in the middle of the street is not romantic enough for a very good kissing scene.

The 'Black Eating White Snake (Climb Eater)' scissors, a Cypriot user demon (Servant), are also naturally out of breath, but that is not because the operator was defeated, but simply because Lily shot him to death.

Most importantly, Chrono and Cyprus, who play a desperate offense, will not know at what time Lily lasered out the head of the serpent.

- Yeah, that's the same thing.

He was handy just to say he was used to it already, and Lily gently held Chrono's large body.

"I'm not really sorry, but I'll leave the healing of Chrono to you, you still have the 'fairy spirit pill', right?

"I don't mind, is that good?

"It's okay, I'm with him."

At the end of Lily's gaze is the figure of Cyprus, who stopped moving dressed with her neck under both hands.

It looks like his life is almost over, but he hasn't died yet.

- I need to ask you something.

The moment I woke up, Cyprus understood that I was still alive.

"Ha-ha-ha."

The miracle gives rise to joy from the bottom of my heart.

(That's right, I'm the one, this is the one I'm not supposed to die in here!

Yes, the most repellent thing, such as your death, can't happen to you.

Because nothing has ever happened to me the way I wanted.

Excellent physical ability to look neat, sword talent and magical talent are indispensable, and bourgeois parents, myself a born elite, a man rightly loved by God, unlike the rest of them.

That's who I am, and I'm not here to expose myself to the kind of death that fits the escaped experimental body in return.

"Ha, are you awake, Mr. Gesjarrow?

Cyprus, which gained a lifetime of nine deaths and immersed itself in the sense of almightiness, was guessed in a fierce voice as a little bird whimpered, transferring consciousness from within to outside.

"- Ah?"

At that point, I finally realize what's going on around me.

A refreshing early summer breeze strokes his cheeks with the stirring of the trees in the lush woods.

Apparently, I am in a position where I sit with my legs stretched out on my back of a tree, and if I look up, a leaking day of wood leaks from the lush, dark green leaves, indicating that now it is still daytime.

"I want to ask you something, and I'm glad you answered honestly."

Standing in front of you is an endless beautiful girl with long platinum blonde hair and emerald green eyes.

"Temee!

Cyprus has not forgotten what position that overwhelming beauty girl, who does not stop wanting to make it her own from the first sight, is in.

(Woman number 49, that fairy that suddenly turned out to be a kid)

He must have taken on some sort of reasoning as a child, but what magic he used, that figure is back to the first girl he saw.

"You shouldn't be shouting too loud, you didn't forget what happened to your throat, did you?

"Shit..."

What floats in the back of his brain is a rightly demonic figure, a number 49 that opens his vicious jaw and eats it on his neck.

It should surely have been a fatal wound, and when full healing takes a while where immediate healing is applied, Cyprus, who knows the magic well, detects how the wound is recovering.

If you raise your voice, the wound will probably open and you will erupt fresh blood again.

"Well, even if you can't talk, I'm not in any trouble."

(Damn it, you lick it, you meth kid -)

Though my life was saved, but I turn my thoughts on the situation.

"'Cause I just have to ask your‘ heart ’directly."

With the innocent smile of the girl, a single large needle with a white glow is poked at the tip of the nose of Cyprus, causing the thought to stop.

Cyprus, which has seen various needles as starting injections in an experimental facility, but the thing in front of me now is bigger than anything I've ever seen, thicker, more like a skewer than a needle, or enough to call it a thin pile.

I could instantly relate to what this girl was going to do from the huge white needle that would probably have been created with her magic, and the dialogue she said "ask your heart".

"We've done the same thing ourselves, haven't we noticed? Uh-huh."

Fun to turn the needle with one hand and then the girl stretches her arm out to the full eye and shakes it up.

What comes to mind is how The Thought Controller (Ensel Ring) interfering with the mind god by piercing a needle directly into the brain.

"Well, tell me your name first."

"Stop -"

There is no time for stationary words, and with the girl's dazzling smile, the polar needle tip is waved down with a magical acceleration.

Doz.

Cyprus heard such a dull noise behind its own head.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

Only one giant needle piercing the brain, a thin fingertip like a white fish, is lightly attached to the head of the needle, but the needle tip thrusts toward the 'heart’ as it grinds the stiff skull.

Cyprus, which does not feel strange and painful, but still unfortunately understands what it is doing, remembers how much its hair is taunted by the fact that it is about to be invaded by the brain.

"Ooh... stop... stop, go..."

The girl puts more power at her fingertips with Nico and a real pleasant grin.

Finally, the needle tip breaks through a strong skull that protects the head and erodes its sharp tip into an unprotected and delicate organ that has no defense whatsoever.

"- Cyprus Vermani, oh, you're a very rich house, I envy you, I want to live with Chrono in such a mansion"

The brain, where all personal information is gathered, is capable of directly 'touching' the information there, if it is someone with a powerful psycholeptic (telepathic) ability.

Even though it is just one human being, the amount of information that is delivered in that brain is enormous, and the best way to efficiently pull out the data you want is to ask straight questions and make yourself think about it.

"I don't care about your personal information, what I want to know is how ‘you guys' relate to Chrono.

How did you ‘summon’ Chrono into this world?

What were you gonna let Chrono do?

What did you do to Chrono?

To Chrono... "

There's something 'different' running around in my brain, and I feel horrible discomfort being stirred up by a gutter.

Rapidly, forcefully, in your head, in your mind, every time that ‘something' snaps, a shard of your memory breaks.

I'm sure that's unnecessary information for her, so all events not involving number 49 are unnecessary, garbage, scum, and worthless to exist.

"Come on, tell me, more crono cotto, more!

The disturbing sound that echoes deep inside your head again, the sound of destruction piercing your skull, the sound of ravage piercing your brain.

Cyprus cannot already be recognised, but the number of needles standing on its head increases one after the other: two, three.

The only thing I can tell is the sense of despair that ‘something’ that invades my brain adds more and more momentum and pushes me like a fury.

"I want to know Chrono's Cotto, I want to know anything Chrono's Cotto, so tell me more about Chrono's Cotto that Chrono doesn't even know!

No girl's voice reaches the earliest ear in Cyprus.

There is no way to tell what a man's words mean to him in an abandoned state where covetousness continues to flow unstoppably from his white-eyed, sloppily open mouth with his tongue out.

"Oh, I know! I can tell Chrono's trick, I can tell you better now!

You realize that you are not already able to recognize the words, or the message is tapped directly into the brain of Cyprus using communication of will, which is the original use of telepathy.

"I'll give Chrono such a terrible cot, I can't really forgive him, I'll make him suffer thoroughly and kill him"

Cruel and pure killing intent that resonates in your head, engraved.

Instead of broken memories, killing, hostility, scorn, scorn, ridicule - every negative emotion gets packed.

Cyprus understands as even its own personality is finally about to collapse.

(Oh... he said it breaks my heart... this kind of thing, was it Cotto...)

What was left of him was

(God... help me...)

Only by asking for help towards God who will never salvation.

(Help... Help -)

"Haha, yeah, well, pray to God firmly and keep yourself.

So, what's really painful about it is that I'm going to give him plenty of flavor for what you love about despair, right?