Kuro no Maou

The girl appeared abruptly.

On pale peach hair, the length is short and slightly radical outfit that exposes the thighs and shoulders, although at first glance it is a magician-like white outfit.

He wears a well-groomed face and a host of brilliant ornaments that adorn him as if he had a good understanding of his beauty.

A flashy favorite aristocratic child, the expression firmest.

But...

"Eleventh Apostle Mass, well, you don't know what the devil tribe means by this name, Ked -"

She was a monster in a man's skin.

"Ugh..."

By the time I realized it, I was falling into depression.

Caught in the aftermath of some kind of attack magic, he gently blew himself out, understanding in his bongy head that he was struck hard on the ground all over his body.

"... Simon"

With a deafening voice calling his name, Simon begins to regain consciousness.

"Suse,?

When the surrounding situation regained consciousness so clearly that I could recognize it, I found myself being held by Suse and moved to the shadow of the wreckage of the drawn back carriage.

But what bothered me more than that was that her expression, which usually made her feel constantly spared as a float, was in a hurry, no, full of pain.

"Um, Great Length - Ngu!

Words of care are blocked with her hands in an aggressive manner.

"Don't speak up, you'll be noticed"

Simon nodded at Suse's words, who whispered small with his mouth against his ear in such a position that he could be embraced from behind.

"You can't beat him -"

Suse slipped herself into the crevice of the wagon, which was falling cleverly without making a sound, holding Simon.

It feels narrow and dark, pushed into a coffin with a slightly open lid.

"The only way to survive is to stay hidden..."

The voice sounded close to giving up somewhere.

"Mm-hmm!

With his mouth blocked, Simon raised a protest.

Outside, the sound of a fierce battle and the screams of the adventurers are echoing.

We are still fighting, that girl of desperate strength and, without giving up, we continue to resist for as long as our lives.

Nonetheless, I felt a fierce sense of resistance to the fact that I was the only one hiding, even a fragile alchemist who was not a brave warrior.

"Unconsciously, I've had about one shot at the nucleus... I'm sorry, but I only have enough power left to hide you in a pseudo..."

Listen to that, Simon stiffens his body.

Information known at the time of her introduction, such as that of her race being slime, and even Simon, the rank 1 adventurer, knew that the steeple of slime was nucleus (core).

The nucleus (core) is the most important organ of life for the slime, such as combining the brain and the heart in the human body, and its damage means inevitable death.

……

I can't find a word to call, no, even if I try to say something, I can't speak more than I'm still blocked in the mouth.

But without words, Suse has a vision of what Simon thinks.

"It's okay, I'll make sure to protect you from..."

Simon learns the wet feeling of soaking in water from the tip of his leg.

That's because Suse, who slimmed her lower body, is making a move to cover Simon's body.

And you can't even feel it, like disgust.

Because even before her death, she is acting with the sole intention of protecting Simon.

"... Mmm!

"Heh heh, you're sweet, I can't believe you're worried about me... you're not gonna get sick, you're gonna die protecting whoever you want, aren't you?

The slimming progresses from Suse's chest down, covering Simon's body until it reaches his neck again.

Only the face of a woman with a mediocre appearance and her right hand blocking Simon's mouth remain completely in the shape of a person.

"Goodbye, Simon. I love you."

Suse took her right hand off Simon's mouth and blocked it with her lips instead.

No, that was an unmistakable and enthusiastic kiss of a woman in love.

"Huh!

The soft feeling that touches the lips is less than a second.

Finally, all of Suse's body returns to slime, making Simon's entire body covered with its translucent liquid from the toe to the ceiling of his head.

……

The protected person doesn't know, but it was the perfect cover-up technique.

First of all, the epidermis of the slime exhibits such a pseudomorphic ability that it is fully assimilated to the surrounding landscape that if you don't actually touch it, you won't know there is anything there.

Next, sound and smell.

Even if Simon is slightly dull, he absorbs every sound without leaking it outside, and also covers the entire body, thus blocking the odor so perfectly that even sharp beasts with a sense of smell cannot detect it.

And the complete cover-up of signs, brought about by the protection of the 'Shadow Way Hanzoma'.

Five senses of course, Suse's technology (skills) deceiving even the sixth sense,

"Hey! Somebody - reply me if you're alive -!

As the saying goes, it was brilliant to protect Simon from the apostolic threat.

By the time Chrono appeared, however, Suse's body had borne fruit with the remains of a dull red nucleus (core) that had lost the radiance of life.

Simon is struck by his helplessness as he embraces her remains, which he misses so much.

And it's been a week since the battle, and it's still the same...

"Mmm..."

I felt like I was dreaming.

It's just a week old memory, my memory of not being able to do anything, just being protected and living, only useless.

I know that even if I keep thinking about it, I can't help but fit into the dark depths.

I deliberately broke off my thoughts and decided to move even somewhat impossibly.

"... hot"

Today is the thirteenth day of the month of the first fire, they are finally on their way to a full-scale summer, with temperatures much higher than yesterday.

I get out of bed in a nasty sleeping sweat and try to pull my sticky body together.

A king-size bed with white sheets is just too big for me to hold on to.

That's not just big, either.

Although the lid is not the only one attached, all the materials used there while making it simple are first-class.

A Rank 1 adventurer like me can't lie down. [M]

And the bed isn't the only thing that doesn't deserve an identity, and this bedroom itself is.

Comparable to the Guild's rooms and laboratories.

Of course, there is nothing mediocre about the size or construction, from the furniture you keep there to any of the conditioning items.

It's like a room where nobles live - no, this is the real thing, the noble mansion, its one room.

"When will it be, I wonder if I can get out of here"

I squeal unexpectedly.

Any more solitary talk can only be a complaint to my unstoppable sister, so I'll stop it.

"I'm glad I saved you, but I can't believe this is happening..."

Huh, and sighing heavily, I made myself captain of Sparda Army Team II, Tempest, and recalled my first reunion in three months with my brother-in-law, Emelia Friedrich Baldier, a Sparda nobleman.

Sparda Army 2nd Squad "Tempest" manifested its majestic beauty from beyond the dark night with the sound of horse hissing and hooves kicking the ground vigorously.

"Hey!"

Raise your voice, it's Simon waving both hands.

Chrono, Lily and Fiona stand silently behind him one step away from Simon.

It was the soul audacity to avoid strange troubles by bringing Simon on the table to contact with the troops of the Spartan army that are now coming, whose captain is his sister.

And it works beautifully.

Without being alert or being suddenly shot at with attack magic, the Knights in Armor stopped quietly in front of Simon.

"Simon? Is it Simon!?

A woman's voice echoes in the night sky.

"Yeah, sister Leah -"

Simon replied, Heavy Knight (Armor Night) wrapped around blunt full-body armor (Full Plate Mail) from a king-sized unicorn, no, more precisely a general (General) descended lightly.

He left the spear axe (Halvard) and the large shield (Tower Shield) in his hand to press against the next knight, and spread his free hands and ran to Simon.

The imminent appearance of a fully equipped female knight is yet as intimidating as a steel wall pushes over.

Simon was about to escape by accidentally showing his back, but there's no way he could pull it off in this situation, spoiled to take a giant armor helmet thrust that is his sister.

At that moment, Chrono thought of the footage he saw in his elementary school traffic safety class of a dummy doll colliding head-on with a 10t truck to appeal to the horrors of a traffic accident.

"Simon, this fool is leaving Sparta hanging out with Baba like that."

Simon was strangled down by two arms wearing a stubborn gauntlet, no, hugged and suddenly preached by his sister.

Simon, who collided and flew of consciousness for a moment, awoke in the second half of the dialogue,

"Um, sister Leah, now more than that, I need your help -"

He insisted on rescue, which was his original role.

Krono, standing one step away, watched silently without extra talk, while observing Simon's sister, the female knight.

(Wow, I started seeing a woman bigger than my mother, or is she bigger than me?

Chrono's view with that sentiment is correct, although she was equipped with heavy armor, its height was definitely over 190 cm.

Holding a 150cm + alpha little simon is more of a parent and child sole than a sister and brother.

But with such great pride, the face peeking through its helmet was not as harsh as a man or gorilla could possibly be, but had a sharp, neat look characteristic of an elf.

Honey-colored dark blonde hair differs from Simon's gray hair, but its eyes are the same emerald green, typical elf hair color and eye color.

Its sliced eyes were beautiful, but had a sharp appearance reminiscent of more ruthlessness than that.

It bothers me more that Chrono doesn't show any gaps when she's in a state where she let go of her weapon while embracing Simon than having such a cold beauty.

Chrono intuited that he had one strength above himself.

(If we get hostile here now, we're not gonna die for sure)

I know Simon will probably be fine, but there was a cold sweat running down Chrono's cheek.

That was how the tension persisted, Simon's discussion with his sister,

"- I know the approximate circumstances here as well.

Rest assured, His Majesty Leonhardt will accept all the refugees from Daedalus. "

To the words, Chrono and Simon exhaled in relief.

The name Leonhardt was also known to Chrono, the king of Sparda, who takes the alias' Sword King '.

Even the people of Daedalus, the enemy nation, Chrono thanked King Sparta in his heart for his generous acceptance.

However,

"It seemed a little late for us to move, a group of people believed to be refugees were forming a line and dying all over Mount Galahad.

This place looks awful, too. What the hell happened?

Not only the adventurers, but also the refugees, were still in the grief of total annihilation, and in the course of the journey from now on across the Galahad Mountains to Sparda, Chrono would see and think with his own eyes.

When you get up in the morning and leave the bedroom for breakfast,

"Ah, good morning, sir..."

"Good morning, I thought I'd knock you up if you were awake or still asleep."

I ran into my sister Leah, who said something horrible first thing in the morning.

She doesn't end up in the end because she really ‘slaps' me up, and it's goo, not par.

Everybody says their mouths are all together and beautiful, but to me, it just looks like a man-eating dragon, Sister Leah's face.

Now the sweat is flowing from its beauty as balls.

Blonde straight hair cut off at the shoulder also looked wet somewhere.

From my body wearing a simple leg bond (leggings) on one thin shirt, I'm sure I've been working out martial arts since the early morning, with hot air also standing up like an aura.

I'm glad they didn't force me to stick with them.

He is my sister, who has been doing figurines called workouts repeatedly since childhood, knowing my physique that no matter what I do, neither my strength nor my muscles are as good as they are.

I'm leaving the Baldiers for a few percent of the reason I'm an adventurer to escape this horrible sister.

Really horrible, the maddest, the worst, the unattended, the sister who doesn't even think of people as people, the kind of gentleman who shows a little understanding like your brother or...

"Um, aren't you thinking about being rude, Simon?

My gaze pierces me so sharp that I think even light attack magic is out there.

"Uh, no, nothing..."

"You're so upset right in the face, you're so sorry for your manhood."

With such a curse, he grabs both shoulders and attracts them to Gui.

Due to the height difference of just over 40 cm, the face of the rear sister, who embarks on herself in front of her, is brought close enough to breathe.

This is an intimidating posture. It was three months ago, and I couldn't avoid getting caught lightly.

A sharp green eye peeks into my eyes. [M]

At the same time, there are two soft, super-weight piles pressed against my thin chest plate, pushing my sister Leah's substandard bust naturally.

I get a little disgust at myself for remembering an embarrassing reaction even for a moment.

"Simon, you still have to be at home, come back."

The words of denial so called drew further disgust from the depths of my heart.

"I'm not running away from my kids... I'm grown up now, and I live alone -"

"You are weak, you cannot grow up as an adventurer.

It would be a good idea for Oracle to end his life as a low-ranking adventurer, but you are an adopted Baldier, so you should live a life worthy of your family. "

Sister Leah's statement would have been that if I had been my eldest son I could have honestly nodded.

But the men, or brother-in-law, who are the heirs of Baldier, exist, and so do the three.

"Even your stepfather is convinced that Sister Leah shouldn't have to say this."

"Father is sweet to you, but how can you not know that I am allowed to?

"Oh, my God."

"Stop the nasty research called Alchemy, etc., and go back to your house.

It's not too late, I'm gonna give Baldier the ‘job' he deserves, okay, I'm saying it for you. "

"Sister Leah only cares about the shape of the house, not about me..."

I'm not asking you to understand, just leave me alone.

That's all, but this guy talks like this every time something happens.

After all, I can't be in Sister Leah's mansion, this would still be better at my parents' house.

"You can't use magic or martial arts, you're useless as an adventurer.

Once you've been through a 'battle', you still don't get that?

That has been a lethal word, unable to override the words of my hitherto unsolicited sister.

"Alchemy is not the art of fighting, but can we escape? Still, it doesn't change the fact that you survived unprovoked protection."

"No, don't..."

"Stand down, you're not strong enough to protect someone, you'll never be strong enough"

"Stop it!

I shake my arm off and try to escape custody, but I'm not even scared of my weakness.

That, moreover, seems to symbolize my weakness, which makes me sad without interruption.

"Hmm, well, fine"

I am released from both arms of my sister to gently thrust it away.

When you let yourself go to shake it off, you step on it if you had too much momentum and fall with your ass cake on it, it's getting more and more pitiful.

"Let's try to ‘slow’ this story down again later"

After sending a gaze that looked down at me unnecessarily, I turn back on my heels and turn my back.

"Yes, the survival of the refugees you cared about, their treatment has been decided"

"Oh really!? What happens, I mean, where are you!?

We know that the ‘girl (Bakemono)' who attacked us had already attacked the refugees at the stage before the fighting began in the village of Alsace.

The miserable likeness spread all over Mount Galahad, but there were miraculous survivors like me.

If you think that all together there were fifty or not, and the original number was nearly ten thousand large, that survival rate is extremely low, only 0,5%.

Still doesn't make a difference that they survived, where I'm very concerned about what they'll be treated like in Sparda.

This is probably the only piece of adventurer-friendly information your brother can't hear right away, and I have to tell him.

"Don't be in such a hurry, I'll tell you about breakfast."

That's all I left behind, and Sister Leah just walked away like she'd lost interest in me or something.