Kuro no Maou

On the thirteenth day of the month of the first fire, a week has passed since the encounter with that abominable apostle.

We were safely allowed to enter Sparda and are now renting an Inn for Adventurers for a peaceful holiday.

Having said that, it's been about three days since I got across the Galahad Mountains and into Sparda, and when I arrived, I was quite anxious to report on the situation in Daedalus and on the Alsace defense battle, and it's only from today that I can rest slowly without doing anything.

At the time of reporting it was done through the Adventurer Guild and was done smoothly with no particular problems.

Although I expected the worst case scenario of being detained and interrogated by the military, I'm glad that's all I had to worry about, about Sparda. I want to avoid a huge outburst with full protection as soon as I can.

Speaking of guilds, our battle took the form of an emergency quest order in the first place.

Only four adventurers survive, leaving enough dead to be called total annihilation even to the refugees to be protected, essentially a quest failure, a great failure.

But the other side gave me a lot of extenuating circumstance, and only a few rewards were paid.

I didn't fight for anything else, but I almost accidentally took care of the fairy queen for too little money if you think of Chrono's hardships.

Thus the end of the battle ended, both in the raven and in the corner.

I didn't have anything to gain, but I was able to escape safely to Sparda with Chrono as I wanted, so I'm relieved.

However, it was unexpected that only that alchemist had survived properly.

I didn't expect him to help out with anything else that could be lost and died in large numbers... at all, a woman's passion is horrible, because if he is also rank 4 skilled, he has just the power to protect the Apostle even in front of him.

Suse, her thoughts are nothing else, I'm not going to accuse her of doing anything extra because I know best, I can't.

I'm also half fairy, pure poor love seems very favorable, respectful.

But it's not like Simon is going to survive and find it unpleasant.

The kind of man who wrote that weakness on the picture made me remember jealousy for the first time, and hating it couldn't be any favorable.

No, let's leave my foolishness at this point, because that's not what's at issue with hitting it.

The most important concern, that's Chrono's mood.

No matter how much the refugees cost me, it's not what I found out, I'm not as interested in that number as I am in scoring board games played by others.

As for the adventurers we fought together, I appreciated their activity, and I was somewhat fond of them, but still not enough to cry and grieve, to the extent that I regret the loss of my excellent pawn.

But a kind heart Chrono can't be that wacky, he can't just cut off a pawn from losing it.

I knew in one of the Ils Village cases, Chrono hates someone's sacrifice anyway, even if it wasn't his fault, he could not help but mourn, grieve, and worry.

Krono has been badly shocked by this battle, which also caused unparalleled damage when he lost the second time, in the village of Iles.

It's awkward as it is, Chrono's heart is also breaking all this time, he has to manage to cheer up.

Fortunately, we have time.

All you have to do now is take your time and gently comfort Chrono's broken heart, yes, nothing else, this me.

"... hehe"

"Oh, Mr. Lily, is there something naughty about that?

He is called out by Fiona, who is seated so as to surround the circular table, and raises the consciousness that was swimming in the sea of thought to reality.

"Don't say anything bad about people."

"I'm sorry, it was a bad laugh, no matter how I looked at it, so I followed"

It makes me think that you're a woman who doesn't know how to put clothes on her teeth.

But don't hang out with this natural witch if all this is irritating. I can't even hear the rude remarks in between.

"Mr. Chrono, you're not coming inside."

I wish I could honestly say I can't wait any longer, but I'm disciplined in strange places.

It should be tantamount to torture for this meaty witch to ask you to leave a table in front where breakfast is already ready.

Still putting up with it without complaining means you're trying to be clumsy?

"Chrono is tired, wait for him.

But you look so fine compared to Chrono, I thought you'd be a little more depressed if you were a bloody person. "

Just a few mean questions.

Fiona, like me, does not seem shocked by this too great sacrifice.

I'm just a little concerned about that.

What the hell does this woman have in her chest?

"I wonder if Mr. Lily would be able to tell right away by telepathy, like my heart."

"How can you say that with so much defense?"

Fiona's heart, deep consciousness, is protected by a mental barrier (mind protection) that is so strong that it cannot be broken by my psycholeptic (telepathic) abilities.

Only superficial consciousness can be read, and the true intent not to hide it can be expressed, but it does not reach secrets that I genuinely do not want to be enlightened.

"It's natural for a witch to build a wall in her heart."

"That's why I'm asking, so, what do you think?

"I don't care what you say..."

It looked unchanged at first glance, but I felt only a few confused emotions ripple onto the surface of my mind.

"... I, too, am in shock, it's just that when I see someone more depressed than I am, I calm down instead"

"Well, maybe that's true."

The psychological state of the general population is a satisfactory answer.

When I try to get angry, it's a similar situation where if a friend gets angry with me instead, my anger spearhead will subside.

But if you were really convinced for that reason,

"So now Mr. Chrono is more worried"

It wouldn't be such a thoughtful look, would it, Fiona?

"Well, I'm worried too, I need to cheer you up soon."

I guess Fiona isn't really shocked by this sacrifice, although this doesn't leave the prediction range any more than she can read her true intentions.

Like me, she's not, she's shocked that she wasn't shocked.

If you are a righteous man, mourning and grieving like a chrono is the natural reaction, but you did not, your heart did not shake so much, whether the people to protect died or those you fought with died.

Totally, it's troublesome to have a moral halfway around, why would a person hesitate to sacrifice everything else to protect the most important thing?

Their emotions, their normal emotions, are understandable, but they don't seem to convince me forever.

"Ah, Mr. Chrono's here."

Fiona's voice sounds just a little happy, are you glad you can have that much breakfast, no, you must be glad this eater.

"Good morning, Mr. Chrono"

"Oh, good morning, I'm sorry, you waited for me -"

Chrono, who emerged with an exchange of greetings with Fiona, looks unusual at first glance.

However, the things I've lost in that fight have made a huge difference in the look of Chrono.

The black robe, "The Devil's Embrace (Bafomet Embrace)," which was also a trademark as a black wizard, never wrapped around it, now wearing a clean white shirt and worn out black leather pants and a ruffled outfit no different from the average person.

Without the successful flesh with Krono's tight steel-like muscles and an iron plate guild card that lowers from his neck, he wouldn't know he was an adventurer.

But the most eye-catching thing is the eyelid that covers Chrono's left eye.

In his last attack by the Eighth Apostle Eye, Chrono lost his left eye, and now in his orbit is no substitute for the "flesh complement" that cemented his black magic, his own prosthetic eye and, of course, his vision.

Although advanced healing magic to restore lost areas only exists, Chrono didn't seem to care so much about losing his eyes and didn't seem to want to do something about it right now.

As far as I'm concerned, it's the painful bandages that are taken away, but I still recognize Chrono in his appearance wearing a medical white eyelid as hurting him, making him so sad that his chest is about to rip open.

I'm sorry Chrono, I can't heal you and I can't restore my eyeballs because I can't heal you and I can't restore my fairy spirit pills... what I regret is my lack of strength.

"What's wrong, Lily, maybe you're not feeling well at all?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I reply with a gentle smile to Chrono's kind words of care.

Yeah, I'm okay, it's not okay, it's Chrono.

How can you stay in such a fine face? I know Chrono's profound misery.

But while I live my daily life like this, it doesn't change, it cares for me, smiles, and is kind to me.

You don't have to, but you don't have to be in your room all day, crying in bed, calling, hitting me.

I'll take care of you, I'll take care of you.

So, to keep me from worrying, stop pretending to be okay - but the feeling of Chrono, who even pushes me like that, makes me irresistibly comfortable, unbearable pleasure, and sweetly torments my heart.

I can't, but it's my job to cheer me up, but when Chrono is like that, he just wants to be sweet without doing anything.

You shouldn't drown in the kindness of Chrono, I have to be of service to him, because I'm, like, a partner (partner), now, not yet.