Kuro no Maou

"I am the return of Leonhardt Tristan Sparda, the great Sparda's 'Sword King', the ancient demon king, with his son, the white holy sword, the black forbidden magic, and the all-knowing gray brains, yes, I am! Wilhardt Tristan Spar"

A rusty iron dagger was waved in the hands of Goblin to a skinny boy student dressed in a Royal Sparda Seminary uniform and wearing a proven red cape from an executive candidate, who opened his hands and raised his name to high voices.

"Ahhh!?

Wilhardt, a young executive candidate in charge of Sparda's future who abandons his name en route and makes a full evasion by jumping fast into the dirt-facing ground forward.

My favorite monocle (monocle) is about to fall on the rolling clap, and I can get up while I put it back on in a pretty hurry, or I can point and yell at the goblin.

"You! I had no hesitation in attacking people when they were raising their names, you rude barbarian!!

"It's a monster, not a barbarian, so I can't believe I'm expecting courtesy. It's stupid."

From behind Wilhardt, a cool beauty arrives.

Its owner was a maid dressed brilliantly in a pure white apron dress that for some reason was completely spotless, even in the mountains of northern Galahad, where this depression and trees flourished.

The light green long hair is tied to a ponytail, and the grown-up beauty with watery eyes may look slightly like a distant sister, alongside Wilhardt.

Or is it that saying against the Lord that you do not clothe your teeth at all, that shows that you two are as intimate as your sister's brother's companion?

"Come on, then, take that to you, a fierce barbarian warrior."

It's just a goblin.

"Let me tell you what I call a beautiful and noble way of fighting!

Yes, this white holy sword, the black forbidden magic, and this Wilhardt Tristan Spar, who will be the ancient demon king's comeback with the all-knowing gray brains. Ahhh!?

Once again, Goblin's powerful slaughter strikes Wilhardt, who is bitching his fingering pose and saying a mess.

And once again, desperate all-powerful avoidance by jumping forward.

Stand up in a muddy motion while soiling the costume of an executive candidate as if it were a symbol of Sparda's glory.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to carry out a despicable surprise attack once or twice... I won't forgive you, sir, I will never forgive you!

Goblins also fly bubbles out of their mouths and dramatically high, as they echo Wilhardt, who raises his pneumonia.

"It makes my white holy sword rusty! Let's go, fierce barbarian (Barbaroy) warrior!!

"Good luck, Master Will. - Goblins later."

Drawing a fine sword (Rapier) made of holy silver (Mithrill) that emits a brilliance of silver, Wilhardt pulls it out of the sheath that lowers him from his waist, taking a textbook style but a bit of an unwieldy stance and turning against an angry goblin.

I can't hear the innocent maid cheering or anything on Wilhardt, who has already entered the world of serious battle between man and man.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

"It's just 'Holy Silver Fine Sword (Mithril Rapier)' -"

"And eat it! Sacred Doom Sword (Heinrich Untergang), a secret martial art passed down to the Sparda royal family more than in ancient times!!

"It's just a flash."

Innocent, maid of honor, cheering, etc. No! And wholeheartedly, Wilhardt is a regular "Holy Silver Fine Sword (Mithrill Rapier)," a "flash (slash)" as he learned many times in school class, slashed to the goblin that looms in front of him.

Though the power of martial arts was exerted at first, the straightforward fat muscle, too discernible, could not be more than a blow over the reflex nerves of the goblins.

Goblins, quick as monkeys, dodged slaughter in sidesteps, are slashed by Wilhardt with a rusty blade pointing straight at them.

"I said I avoided it! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

From there on, there was no swordsmanship, no martial arts, and it became muddy.

"Well, you're a warrior of the unnamed Barbaroy."

That's how Wilhardt sends a hands-on word to Goblin, who's laying low on the ground and stopping moving.

The burning red hair of the father's concession is disturbed by jumping all over the area because it rolled around with a gobble and avoidance, and the twig with a piece of green leaf is caught.

Black blazer-type uniforms and bright red capes are thinly dirty to see in mud and weed grass juice, reminiscent of the signs of a fierce struggle with goblins.

Wilhardt, who had won a hard victory, had his golden eyes shining and looked down at the loser.

"Goblin, you can often fight your opponent so hard, the boulder is Master Will"

A maid who floats a terrible color in her pale watery eyes like thin ice to celebrate victory over her own principal Wilhardt.

"Don't compliment me, Celia, I haven't freed up half my true power yet! Phew, ha, ha!!

Put your hands on your thin hips and hold Wilhardt, whose whole body is still thin and dirty and you must not let anything see the image of a hard win.

But if you think of Wilhardt, who, in intelligent detail, goes the opposite of this father's wild appearance, has blue and white skin like a drawstring scholar, a skinny body that manages to have enough strength to withstand waving a sword, and who only looks like a very Galilee student of all, you should praise them for winning with a sword, even though they are one goblin.

In short, I worked very hard.

"So let's say we look for the remaining four goblins"

The maid Celia, in a pale tone, informs the Lord of the progress of the quest for a five-goblin crusade and urges him to perform promptly.

"Uhm, he is the weakest of the four barbarian kings (Barbaroy Force), and those who later refrain are the terrible warriors who live in the power of a true murder weapon, it is forbidden to be cautious."

"Four Heavens King, if so, don't you think you'll be alone?

"Pfft, the last one is the Barbarian 'Sword King', so to speak, the champion of abominable atrocities, and the Barbarian King (Barbaroying) who unites the Barbarian Four Heavenly Kings!

Hmm, and Celia hammered Wilhardt with a puppetless expression as she rocked the green ponytail in the breeze.

"I'll be there as soon as I can, Goblin Quartet or Admiral Goblin or whatever, so just take down four bodies."

"No! It's the Barbarian Four Heavens King (Barbaroy Force) and the Barbarian King (Barbaroy King)!!

"They say there's a nest over there, so let's just say we get a little closer and look for it"

Celia flips a long skirt of apron dresses and drives down the mountain path, her body is as light as a feather rising in the wind.

"Ma, stay! I would leave the Lord (Master) who fulfilled the soul covenant (Soul Contract) -!!

Wilhardt rushed after a maid who was moving ahead so quickly that he could almost lose sight of it unexpectedly.

"That's strange, we should have approached the nest pretty close, but there's no sign of goblins at all"

Ceria, who stopped at the pretend, leaks such words with a cool face.

"Ha... ha... Oh, really? Sure, I also... unique to the Four Heavens King... haha... I can't feel the signs of bad fluctuations... why haha"

Wilhardt, who brings it to the tree and gives a totally pointless response with his breath constantly, he seemed to have no idea that it was better to shut up and get his breath ready.

"Is this the nest wiped out or moved, in the middle of another fight - let's go see how it goes"

"Oh, are you going..."

The maid, who appeals to him to give him some more rest with his pathetic puppy-like eyes, but sees as if he is unwilling to absorb the Lord's wishes, once again goes down the mountain path in light footsteps.

"O my goodness... this is how the gods create and unseal the Eternal Shizuku (Soma) and make it the foundation of my resurrection... fu, kukuku..."

As such, he followed him desperately to avoid losing sight of Celia while sipping a little fatigue recovery potion (500 clans) from the porch.

I am a model sprouts man, Wilhardt, waving his strength still managed to catch up on the back of an apron dress with a beautiful contrast between white and blue.

Celia is stopping to hide in the bush, but there's no sign of a monster around, so I can wonder why she stopped here.

Wilhardt thinks it's impossible for this maid to bother waiting for herself, not to care like a maid serving her husband, and so on.

"Ha... ha... what's up, stop here... something -"

Celia, who quickly flipped herself, suppressed Wilhardt's mouth with a palm wearing white silk costume gloves (dress gloves) within a flash.

"Hmm!? Mm, mmm ~!! (Ki, you!? You're not going to betray this me!!

"Quiet, take a look at that"

Encouraged by Celia, Wilhardt peered across the bush as she was urged to.

Apparently, just ahead of this bush was a cliff, overlooking the open meadows that spread beneath it.

And realize that its open place is one of the several goblin nests in northern Galahad.

That's obvious to anyone, because there are several buildings lined up like coarse storage huts that can't be both huts and tents, and there are dozens of goblins all around them.

"Oh, hey! There's someone out there!?

Wilhardt realized there was one man in that goblin's nest.

No, you can't fail to notice, because the man, surrounded by many goblins, is singling out the gaze of hostility from them who flock.

"Why would an apprentice magician be in a place like that by himself!?

Wilhardt, who unintentionally emits such a dialogue with vegetables, has no surprise or penetration because Celia knows very well that when she can't afford it, she returns to her normal tone.

More than that, I wonder, as he pointed out, why the apprentice magician jumped into the Goblin's nest about this on his own.

The simple design black robe the man is wearing looks like a mediocre dish everywhere, but Wilhardt, who attends the Royal Sparda Seminary, knows that Sole is the robe that a school-designated sorcerer apprentice is required to wear.

Instead, I can't possibly look at it wrong because I have one myself.

"Come on, we have to help you quickly or we're gonna make it!

"I don't think we can handle that number of goblin opponents where one of them went into a helper knife."

"You were just going to throw me in!?

Having already completely forgotten the magnificent tone of my name, Wilhardt appealed to his maid Celia before the danger to the life of a man who had never seen it but was probably one of the students attending the same school.

"Please, Celia, help him!

And more importantly, that man is a citizen of Sparda.

As the son of King Leonhardt, or royalty, we cannot so easily abandon the people.

At least, Wilhardt sincerely thinks so.

"I can't help the fight, but you can do something about a hundred or two goblins, so please, I'll play hazard pay or whatever later!

Celia groaned with a small sigh at Wilhardt's appearance, desperately asking him to look like a maid whose identity was below.

"Totally, it's cool at times like this, but Master Will..."

Please! And I couldn't seem to hear her whining at Wilhardt, who was royal but had no hesitation in bowing her head.

"Okay, let's help him."

"Oh, is that true!

"But..."

and Celia pointed to the goblin nest spreading beneath her eyes and said it with a voice full of certainty.

- He won't need a machete or anything.

"What?"

And, it was Wilhardt who rounded his eyes, but the meaning of Celia's words would soon turn out.

"- Become!?

At some point a single sword was held in the hands of an apprentice magician.

If you're a magician, why are you equipped with a sword or something?

No, if you look at the ‘anomaly’ of the sword he has, you'll never come up with that question at all.

The sword held by the man is precisely because the wide and sweeping 'Xu’ wraps around a red-black aura that is too disastrous.

"What are you, a curse weapon!?

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it feels that way"

Even in the eyes of an amateur, if you look at that vicious aura, you'll just think it's cursed.

But the man with the curse did not see the ecstasy characteristic of the curse possession, but merely quietly set up the hand.

It's a different arrangement than swordsmanship passed down to Sparda, but when it came to entering the hall, even Wilhardt, whose swordsmanship scores fell, found out.

"No way, can you use... the curse weapon"

The grunt could not have reached the apprentice magician who had become far away, but a man moved to respond to the words.

From all directions to the imminent flock of goblins, a man shook up his armpit and confronted him head-on.

Over and over again, the scene that could only be described as so was spreading beneath his eyes.

The corpses of goblins rolling around there sprinkle their blood and guts flashly, none of them satisfying the five bodies.

And there was already no such thing as a man who created this hell out of just one twist.

"Again, you didn't need a helper knife"

Oh, and I replied small, and Wilhardt was reflecting on the sight of the battle that had been waged until just now.

A flock of goblins arriving from all directions, who slashed it all by themselves, relying on only one bottle of bamboo.

With a single swing of the swing, the torso of the three goblins, the hands and feet, the head is severed.

By contrast, dozens of goblin blades never reach a man's body as one.

At the earliest, it presented a more one-sided picture of killing, genocide than battle.

The man didn't look crazy about the curse either, just pale, like a mere repetitive user demon (Servant) who just repeated his ordained simple job, he kept goblin slaughter coming at him in a cool way that didn't make him feel any emotions.

I'm not angry, I'm not crazy, but what the man looks like,

"He's a mad warrior."

The name seemed to be the most accurate.

"Ku, hu... hu, hu, hu! Yes, he is a Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker)!!

"Ha, really?

"That's right!

I've been given a very unsolicited name again, but the man has already left this place, and I haven't noticed the two of them trying to hide in the first place, so I can't complain about what they say.

"Going back ten years now, there was a tragedy that turned one apprentice magician of kindness into a vengeful madness, yes, it's later called Sparda's Red Night, miserable -"

"To boulders, I wonder if it would be nice to fabricate someone else's past"

And there's no such thing as "The Red Night of Sparda," at least I've never heard of Celia.

"Awesome, you look great, Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker)!

"Did you get high watching the exciting battle..."

After a long and painful sigh, Celia then spent nearly half an hour listening to Wilhardt's self-serving creative legend surrounded by the Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Bursaker).