Kuro no Maou

Robbery, burglary, extortion, pickpocketing, and the criminal taking of roughly golden objects are active in these poor slum neighborhoods.

That is no exception here, in Sparda.

There was now another pathetic victim in this small, discreet alley.

"Yikes! Help me..."

Young, say, ten years old would be over, the girl accidentally gives a voice for help, but the scream was immediately blocked.

If you notice, there are three men in front of you, all four of them, including a girl. The race is human, but it's not such a rare combination in a sparda with a high human population ratio.

All three men boast a height greater than the average of adult men, with muscles thriving successfully on both arms peeking out of their shirts, while several scars are engraved to add to their viciousness.

"Oh, no, please don't..."

Even a little girl would look bigger than her actual height, before a man approached with an awesome facial expression.

The words of rejection uttered by the girl are really weak, but they should nevertheless be praised for working as hard as they could say.

"Let it go, let it go. You don't have to hurt yourself, do you?

"Fuck off, you fucking kid."

Most of all, if you just tell them to stop and disperse, the men will never be able to commit such a crime.

"Whoa! Hurry up, you're stuck!!

"Oh, no."

Standing in front of the girl, the man in the middle of the three hurried or grabbed abusively by the girl's chest barn.

What she is wrapped up in is the same unadorned, crude clothing as the children who live around here.

Not to mention the magical defensive effect, even if it looks only at physical quality, it is hard to say that it is rugged.

Thin clothes exposed to a man's arm strength make a noise and tear lightly.

Soft skin of a dewy maiden.

Even if you don't have a hobby for girls, if you expose that luminous white skin from your thin neck to your shoulder and in front of you, a man would accidentally attract your eyes.

And she's a beautiful girl with this boyish short hair but a truly adorable face with shiny, lustrous black hair like silk and bright red eyes like glowing red treasure balls.

It's not hard to imagine what a man loyal to crude, crude, beastly desires would think and try to do in front of a situation where her clothes were disrupted like that.

"Ahhh!

Again towards the screaming girl, the hands of three men, driven by another greed than gold, are stretched out inexorably.

That wild fingertip tries to reach the girl, it was then.

"Hey, stop it"

One man showed up.

The same dark hair as the girl, but not covered in her eyelids, her right eye also has a deep dark black color.

The man had a rare color scheme with dark hair and dark eyes, but a sharp glance that seemed more than usual.

The three hands stretched out to the girl stopped in an unexpected still voice.

But of course they couldn't have changed it.

He was alert to the sudden appearance of an intruder and grabbed a fine arm so that two men would immediately take a critical stance, the one remaining not letting the girl, who was his prey, escape.

"Oh, who, Teme?

That voice Doss heard is accompanied by a common dialogue but no more intimidation.

At the same time as intimidating, I observed firmly the appearance of this emerged man.

Tall to the same extent as ourselves, black leather trousers with a lot of damage on white shirts, crude outfits very different from the residents around here.

But an unafraid stand on the muscles of your arms that look tighter than you are is not a sole of ordinary people who don't know the battle.

A plate of steel that can be lowered from the chest still proves that this man is not an ordinary man.

Authentic guild card, you can't even look at it wrong.

"Don't look around here. You're a face, if you're new, I'm gonna miss it, here. These are the ‘common cots', even adventurers can hurt when they stick their necks in poorly."

The man who suppresses the girl, knowing that the man is an adventurer, says so without breaking his spare grin, does not doubt that we are superior, such a tone.

Because even when it comes to adventurers fighting monsters, steel plates point to the lowest rank1.

Running rookie, no, if you look at this, you can see that you have some experience, but that's all you're saying.

Besides, there are no rumors in Sparda that a characteristic man with an eyelid in black hair is a new adventurer of expectations who is rank one but raises tremendous activity.

This means that you still have the strength of rank 1 equivalent, no matter how high you look, whether or not you go up to rank 2.

Besides, no matter where you look from, there's no sign that the opponent even has a full round hip, a single knife.

The three men made the decision that they were not a major threat after they had worthy of this intruder.

"Oh, just disappear, brother"

"Mmm, or, hey, do you care about this kid? Hehe, I have a good hobby, bro, okay, I'll give it to you bro if that's what you want, no need to hesitate, it's getting used to by then, but hi-ha!

Three men exalting their nasty laughter.

Towards them like that, the Rank 1 adventurer took a strong step forward, with his expression unchanged.

"I told you to stop, dear, and let that child go."

The men, who heard the voice speak quietly, changed the atmosphere to gallery and let the signs of violence drift to Russia.

"It's not a good decision to make with us."

From a man with a temper and a fist, the obvious killer begins to drift.

"You should leave the adventure to your quest alone."

The other man, likewise, releases himself to killing.

The average person would be overwhelmed by the overwhelming signs and shuddered by fear.

"I'm telling you to let that kid go, please, will you listen to me?

The dialogue was unleashed towards the third person who suppressed the girl, as if to ignore the two men who set their fists up and let them kill.

"Oh, you stupid hero. Kill me now."

Using that voice as a signal, two men moving simultaneously who were in a collisionary position.

"Well -" Demon Bullets (Barrett Arts) ""

The voice of an adventurer who murmured so never reached the three ears.

Because the man who suppresses the girl is not at a distance where he can hear a little whine or anything.

And the two men, who had already packed their distance to the front of them, who never listened to one whisper,

"Damn!"

"Guha!"

Because he had eaten black chunks fired at the head more than the adventurer had at hand and had lost consciousness due to a great shock.

When was it attacked, no, even if I could see a black object flying in at that high speed, I wouldn't have understood what it was.

Whatever it was, two men's bodies were already floating in space by impact.

The unconscious floating time soon came to an end, each making a dull noise on the left and right stone walls forming the alley and hitting it, rolling to the ground gutted like a corpse.

"Shit, you jerk! What the fuck!

The third man let go of the arm he was grabbing because two men who had been beaten had been knocked down before he knew it, leaving no room for a girl on a boulder, etc.

At that time, the adventurer is already rushing past two indistinguishable men, whether they have passed out or died, towards the last remaining man.

But are you accustomed to these critical situations as well, the man instantly unplugged the massive dagger knife he had hidden behind his hips without showing how to panic.

"Die. Hey!

That said, the man's aim was not a knife blow special.

Having a knife against your bare opponent can be a big advantage, but if it is taken the other way around, the formation is reversed.

There's no need to get closer than you have to, you just have to chop them up a little bit from the outrage that takes advantage of the knife's reach to take away the opponent's health.

Murder, especially in the whole city, is an unmistakable criminal activity, and it is true that I want to keep it about half a kill if I can.

Therefore, it is not the pointed neck or the heart that is not covered in armor that a man targets here, but the hands and feet that are his opponent's means of attack.

The man set his aim on his arm first.

"Ri -"

A girallic and glowing dagger knife is rolled out of a man's arm, the blow completely capturing the opponent's arm.

They thought they would slit the fist rolled out, the other way around, no, I thought the man definitely slashed it.

Pakiyin!

But it was prevented by the sudden appearance of a black shield.

At first glance, it's just a black plate, a small square of 20 cm square.

However, the man instantly realized that it was a shield shaped by magic.

"Defensive magic!?

At the same time as the words of surprise leaked, the opposite arm, which unfolded defensive magic, struck out the man's torso strongly.

"Higgy-"

Leaving a pitiful voice somewhere, a man gently blows across the alley.

Looks like he decided to land his torso by dramatically involving rags and something, but the adventurer was already not interested in the whereabouts of the knife man or anything else, nor did he turn his gaze.

His eyes, shooting the men sharply until just before, were now full of tenderness, directed at the little girl who stood up against the wall.

"Are you hurt?

"Yes, I'm fine"

The girl replies without cowardice to the man who saved her.

And with burning crimson eyes, he stared straight into the black eyes like the abyss of the adventurer, continuing his words.

"Thank you for your help"

Honest words of thanks.

The adventurer man responded this way with a full smile.

"You're welcome."