Kuro no Maou

My body is heavy, my head is heavy, and my consciousness of staying mellow will never tolerate me taking it off this warm space.

But I won't tolerate bonkers of lazy thought,

"What time do you think it is! Come on, get up!

By my mother, I did wake up.

"Hmm... what, time?

The mother's voice, answering as if she were frightened, indicated that the current time was well past AM 7: 00.

"... yeah, right"

"You're still falling asleep...... look, you're gonna be really late if you don't get ready!

That's all I left to say, my mother flipped her glossy black hair and left the room.

Dropping off after a neat proposition like a model, I still shake my sleepy head and stand up.

No, I'm not, this isn't drowsiness, my body is more instinctively looking for rest.

That's funny, I don't remember staying up late yesterday, I should have fallen asleep at the usual time, and I haven't exercised or anything that would leave me tired the next day.

Yes, because yesterday was a peaceful day the same as usual.

"Get dressed, or..."

Still with my head spinning low, I headed to the closet to pull my body together and put my sleeve through a school run on the hanger.

Then ahead, the same routine work every day, especially without consciousness, the body moves on its own.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, turn your feet to the living room for breakfast, where you exchange morning greetings with your family.

"... good morning"

The words that come out, even just low, my voice is one more octave lower, it was becoming a groan like a deceased.

But that doesn't change anything.

Yesterday, yesterday, and tomorrow and the day after will repeat the same cot, a natural sight.

"Morning."

My father on the table raised his face and briefly greeted me as he spread the newspaper in his suit.

Not so uncommon a common father figure, but thanks to his small, ageless child-face, so much so that he still wonders if he's the same student, rather than a new employee.

but I'm never more uncomfortable with it than being a real father.

"Morning.

Mahogany, are you sick?

What reaches my ear cooler than a little bird chirp is a greeting from my sister, Mana, and a kind word that cares for me.

Mahogany, it's been a terrible long time since I've been called by that name.

"No, I don't have a fever, I didn't catch a cold... just a little dally or not feeling fucked"

Continue sloppy dialogue without hegemony.

My sister must have convinced me that she was sleepless or something, showing her understanding of how I was doing and that she wasn't sick for now.

I sometimes stay up all night following the deadline of the Ministry of Arts and Culture, so it's not so uncommon to show my family how I feel as gutted as I am now due to lack of sleep.

But I'm obviously crazy today.

No matter what you think, there is no cause for fatigue, but your body is moving dull as if you could hear me or something.

Maybe this isn't physical fatigue, it's mental stuff.

There must have been no such thing as a mental shock.

I haven't had a sad youth event like that where I confessed to Mr. Shirazaki and smashed the balls out of momentum.

Well, I don't have a romantic sentiment hot enough for her to think about confessing.

"What the hell are you doing, take this and go! Yuriko's already picking you up!

"... Lily, honey?

My mother pushes me for a loving little lunch box, while I'm told such a trick.

Liriko, who, oh, wait, isn't that Shirazaki's name I was thinking about just now?

Oh, what, you're picking me up? Who? Me?

Impossible, it's nothing. It's just the same club as Mr. Shirazaki, it's a relationship between acquaintance and less than friends, with a lover relationship, etc., and when I tell my classmates, they'll say with pitiful eyes, "Let paranoia be only in creation".

No, but it's not my delusion any more than that I'm here to pick you up in reality.

Shirazaki picked me up, I'm sure it's something from a club relationship, I don't know, but, well, I guess that happens.

While thinking appropriately, whatever it is, I don't think it's a good idea to keep you waiting any longer, take the student bag that stuck your lunch box in a mess, and leave the living room.

"I'm coming"

We head to the front door early as we hear the voices of the three family members behind us.

But the moment I changed my shoes and laid my hands on the door of the house I was used to seeing, my body was stiff.

"... I don't want to go,"

Oh, I thought so.

This carefree body and dull head would certainly cause a great deal of killing moving energy.

But I'm not such a jerk right now, I refuse to go any further, more rootedly, instinctively.

I don't want to go, is that to school?

No, what I don't want to go to is outside.

Different worlds, isolated from the outside, the world, my house, spreading ahead diving the front door.

"No, you can't... school needs to go..."

Besides, I don't know why beyond this door, but there's a waiter named Shirazaki.

Shaking through the dark thoughts that seemed to fit deep, I opened the door to the front door.

"Ahh."

The sight that was spreading at the end of the open door was hell.

The earth's ground is wet with blood and countless decompositions of craters created by tremendous impact are worn.

On the left and on the right, a blazing flame looms, and if you look closely, in that fire is burned someone crucified.

It wasn't just people who were burning, it was houses of all kinds large and small, it was carriages, every thing that was at the corner of the raven was destroyed, and it was on fire.

"You can't run away."

The little girl's grunt pierced my ear deeply.

Slightly lowering her gaze, there she was.

Waiting for me wasn't Lily Shirazaki, whose sailor clothes look good on her flax hair.

"I won't let you get away with it"

Pure white hair, skin and clothes, with brilliant, radiant crimson eyes, messenger of God.

"Sariel......"

The Seventh Apostle Saliel stood before me with a slender white spear in his hand.

"You cannot escape from this world."

Sariel's slender arm rushes.

The penetration of a fine spear rolled out at a completely invisible speed penetrated my abdomen deeply.

"Ha!?

Splashing blood splashes, severe pain running through his whole body, he couldn't do anything about it, just reflexively gripping spears through his belly with his hands.

The next moment, the spear is pulled.

That blade will not be pulled through, and every time I pierce my body, it will be pulled gooey.

"Gu... Ya, stop, go..."

With a slender arm holding a spear, Sariel drags me slowly, but surely out, into a different world.

Step on your feet, stick with your best, but it's just, in the end, my helpless resistance.

"... stop... stop, give me"

I don't like it, I don't want to go there, outside, I don't want to go to that world.

My place is here, my family, there's a peaceful routine, here.

So I don't want to go to a world like that, bloody, painful, bitter, where nobody can protect their loved ones.

"Ya, meh."

"Never, never let them get away"

My body floats in space.

I can no longer resist completely, slowly, leaping out the front door of the house, pierced by a spear.

And the moment I was totally thrown out into the other world, I just spent my entire life in a bright red flame.

"Stop, whoa, whoa!

"- Chrono!

Consciousness awakened completely to my name-calling voice.

"Ah... here, ha..."

When I open my eyes, my vision only shows the right half.

In that narrow view, I could see a wooden ceiling slightly different from that of Lily, a young man with a crying face, and the Guild room I was used to seeing.

"Dream, or..."

I kind of felt like I had a terrible dream.

I don't know what kind of sight I saw in my dreams, but it must have been the worst in the horn.

That's why I was fucked, and I was worried that Lily flew in.

"I'm fine, don't worry, Lily"

"... yeah"

To reassure me, I held Lily's little body and stroked her head.

No, the other way around, it's me who's stroking and calming down like this.

When calm returns to my mind, I notice a lot of things, and yes, my body is sweating badly from sleep, for example because I had a nightmare?

"Sorry, did it smell like sweat"

"Yeah, I don't like the smell of Chrono."

Still, you can't get it dirty, I gently release Lily from my arms.

Lily jumped out of bed patting her little wings, telling her that breakfast was ready before leaving the room.

I couldn't hide my anxious look until the end, but I'm the only one who's made me look like that.

"... it's okay, I'm okay"

As I tell myself, I squeal.

You can't forget, you can't think, so you have to take reality.

"Face, wash"

This is one of the main accommodations used by adventurers in Sparda.

After that battle, just a week was about to pass today.