Kuro no Maou

The city of Sparda is built around the royal castle, from which the castle town spreads in concentric circles.

Almost the same capital that Chrono saw once, Daedalus, no, to tell the truth, Daedalus was building the city with more reference to Sparda.

Daedalus was a double barrier between the outer wall and the inner wall surrounding the royal castle, but Sparda is a triple barrier further beyond its size.

First of all, the third barrier, that is, just inside the outermost wall, is the lower compartment where the general public lives, and the inn where the Chronos and the others are staying, is also here.

Next, second-wall, separating the inner walls, the upper compartment inhabited by aristocrats and large merchants, the headquarters of the Sparda Adventurers Guild is situated here, available only to Adventurers of Rank 4 and above, places that are now marginal to the Chronos.

And the innermost first fence is the last wall to guard the Royal Castle of Sparda, the heart of the country where the royal family lives.

The most important compartment to be punished for just taking a step in a remnant like Chrono, the surest way for ordinary people to get in here would be to enlist in the Spartan army.

For Chronos who do not plan to change jobs from adventurers so far, only the lower compartment that extends between the third and second barriers will be used in this sparder.

And the place where the refugees from Daedalus, who are on their way, naturally lie, was also in the corner of the area.

"It's like a ghetto."

Fiona sends out honest thoughts everywhere.

"Don't say that too much, I hear you."

It was a soothing chrono, but the sentiment in my heart is the exact same thing as Fiona's.

But there's no choice, even without a sense of discrimination, it's hard to say that the sight of the filthy houses where this stone and wooden building stands disorderly is a superior living environment, no matter what.

Chrono's image of the slum city of Rio de Janeiro, seen on television one day, gives him a definite head start.

Beyond the slightly dark alley, there was such a suspicious atmosphere, not at all surprising that a good, shallow, black-skinned man from Gatai was trading illegal kusri.

"But I wonder if Sparta could have treated me generously just because the poorest neighborhoods didn't drive me away."

There was no more lies in this word than knowing that there was a bottom-line area of the world where even poorer people gathered outside this third fence, although there was a recoil on this spot with some precipitated air.

"Oh, yeah"

Chrono also gives his consent.

Because I am also engaged in a dangerous profession that guarantees the life of an adventurer, I can live a life of sleeping in an inn that is simple but not unclean.

Previously peasants, they lost their plots of land to cultivate and anticipated how they would live in this sparda, possibly making some inevitable adventurers, Krono said.

However, such an idea that goes beyond their position of taking care of themselves, for example, is immediately discarded as merely arrogant after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey Chrono, meet them, what do you say?

Lily inquired as she walked all the way through the maze-like alleys that had gotten in.

"I..."

I could honestly rejoice when I heard the information that the survival of the refugees existed only marginally.

But when I meet them like that, I have to say NO when it comes to honestly being happy with each other that they are safe.

Fifty survivors who miraculously dived through a survival rate of 0,5%, and soon found no answer as to what to say to them.

"... I don't know"

Are you still telling me you're glad you're alive?

Or do you confess that you couldn't protect it and you're sorry?

How am I supposed to live from now on, worried?

"I don't know, but if he's alive, I want to meet him and talk to him"

I can't find the words, but only the thought is undisputed and sincere.

That's why the moment I found out about their news in a letter from Simon, I walked all the way here to see them without getting lost.

I don't already have a good feeling Lily, but I couldn't find a word to stop Chrono.

Wooden bungalows, etc. connect the stone three-storey building, which you can see at first glance is an apartment.

A lonely corner without any particular prominence, no different from the places we have been through, was the residence temporarily granted to the refugees.

The unaccompanied young children and others are deposited at this stage in reception destinations such as the orphanages and temples of Sparda, but most are to live in this place.

In front of the apartment, there was a circle of people talking about something.

Magnificent humans, small cat beasts, goblins with bandages on their arms, lizardmen with scales peeled everywhere, and the species there vary.

Chrono found some faces he remembered seeing somewhere, and was certainly convinced that Daedalus' evacuees were in this place.

But Chrono still couldn't find the words to speak right away against them who were depressed to see and had no hegemony.

Even as I worried about it that way, it was that moment when I thought about speaking up for now and trying to open my mouth.

"Hey, you!

A voice suddenly called, (c) turned to his face, and there stood one man.

"You're Chrono, adventurer's! Why are you alive? How dare you show your face before us, eh!!

Chrono certainly remembered the face of a man who had suddenly woken up.

"You, Nakim."

Make it the son of the village chief in the village of Quaal, chief of the vigilante, that's the title of this man.

I remember him well because he was a slightly related opponent who cursed and opposed Chrono, who promoted evacuation to Sparda in the village assembly hall.

It hasn't been a month since then, but his well-width body has been pretty much done.

That alone would mean it would be easy to imagine how much he had caught.

"You bastard! This is what you did because you told Sparda to run away!!

"Wait, that's..."

Nakim doesn't try to have ears to listen to at all, although he tries to say it back so suddenly and so aggressively.

"How dare you fool me! Oh, no, I didn't hear you get attacked by such a horrible bucket!

"I didn't mean to fool you, I had to run then. They were all dead"

By ‘bucket thing' he probably means the apostle.

I haven't heard of being attacked by such a bucket, even if they say so, it can't be predictable at that point that the Apostle is waiting ahead.

As for the evacuation to Sparda itself, Krono sees it as the right decision without question.

However, it is an indisputable fact about the consequences of having caused enough victims to be said to be total annihilation.

"Shut up! It's your fault! It's all your fault, you plague god! Don't be ridiculous, what an adventurer you are, surviving on your own!

Heh, Hihihi, well, I get it, you know, you've been running away from all the other adventurers, huh! You must be! I guess that's why a man like you can live, you lowest ranked fucking adventurer!!

I can't believe I abandoned anyone.

I can't get Chrono's word, I can't even get it.

Nakim pulled out a sword that was lowering from her waist because the anger couldn't contain her voice just to absurd it.

At first, I'm just naming the head of the vigilante, and the sword is pretty much like that.

But the overflowing anger and killing, too much power in the hand holding the pattern, the tip of the sword shaking.

"Hey, wait, calm down..."

"Shut up! How dead you think you are because of you...... my father, my men, everyone, they are all dead!!

Nakim still gets pneumonia all the time for slaughter.

But before the sword was waved, Krono took the ‘attack’ on him.

"Huh!?

It's a little stone.

On Chrono's shoulder, he hits the tip and then returns to the stone rolling by the road again.

With a flashing look, Chrono saw the person who had thrown stones at him.

"It's your fault."

It was one boy.

Whether the age is over ten, is it because the skin that burned well in the day was helping my parents with their field work?

He was a very normal boy, like Iles, Alsace, anywhere in the countryside.

But he had a face of hatred, a mixture of sadness and anger that no ordinary boy would ever do.

"Me, I..."

Another thing, a stone flew in.

It wasn't the boy who threw it, he still pulled the little girl's hand, it was the mother.

"Because of you..."

If you noticed, in front of Chrono, there were dozens of crowds.

"It's your fault!

"How dare you deceive me!

"Give me my child back!

"Die! Die and apologize!

And the stones, stones, stones that fly from it - many stones, with malice and hostility, are thrown at Chrono.

"Come on... no..."

Chrono's tough flesh can't be damaged, such as just stone crushing thrown by people.

But this resentment, flaunted by each and every stone, deeply determines Chrono's heart.

It was a ‘worst’ attack that any defensive magic could not prevent.

"Stop, please..."

It would be impossible to say objectively that the responsibility for this too great sacrifice rests with Krono alone.

If you are asked who is at fault, there is no one worse than her, the Eleventh Apostolic Mass, who actually defiled her hands.

But that doesn't matter to them at the earliest, it can't be a reason to stop stone-throwing hands.

Nakim's statement close to the claim, which is now the truth for them.

Chrono was chosen for the scapegoat that pushes the blame for this intolerable misfortune, just that.

But even if we found out that it was likely, we would no longer be able to prevent the flying stones from returning to Chrono today, if we could not say so.

Therefore, it can be stopped by

"Stop -"

Lily was the only one on the spot.

- I'm gonna kill you.

At that moment, a sphere of light passed in front of Chrono's eyes.

Landing bullets, floods of sound and light swallow the whole perimeter.

"Become, hey!? Lily!?"

"It's okay, nobody's hurt."

The worst imagination was a chrono on my mind, but Lily, standing in front of me, immediately denies it with a chilled voice.

To stop throwing stones, just intimidating projectiles, so to speak, flash shells (flash grenades).

When the light and sound are healed and the silence returns again, Lily, who has become the body of the girl, a true figure, stands dignified before Nakim, who still holds the sword.

"Li, Mr. Lili......?

It is the first girl I will ever see for Nakim, but I could instantly understand who she is as Lily.

Before its overwhelming beauty, the anger that occupies Nakim's heart is forced to override the charm (charm) charm.

"Please don't do this any more, because neither will we ever show up before you again."

"But..."

"Please, right?

To Lily, who smiles cold, Nakim had no other word to choose from but Jesus.

"And I don't have a choice! Stop it! Stop it, everyone!

As Nakim gently twirled and flipped her back, she threw a stationary word toward the crowd that was throwing stones.

Whether the title of vigilante was still alive or feared Lily's intimidation, no more cursing or stone flies in.

Soon afterwards, the scene seemed to be dissolved, and people scattered to the people, whining grudges at each other.

Later, only three will remain: Chrono and Lily, and Fiona, who has kept me out of this all the time.

Lily took Chrono's hand, which was only able to stumble on the spot, and smiled gently.

"Chrono, shall we go home?

"Oh, thank you, Lily. Thank you."

Lily tried to respond "You're welcome" with a full grin on her words of gratitude, but at the next moment, her expression froze.

"But I'm sorry, can you leave me alone now..."

That's what Chrono said and slowly unraveled Lily's hand.