Kuro no Maou

From the Daedalus Royal Castle, the tallest balcony there is a robust and spectacular view of the city of Daedalus.

It was not the disastrous demonic capital anticipated by the people of the Republic, but a modern and sophisticated city reminiscent of a civilized society comparable to our own.

Two shadows overlooking the twilight Daedalus are sitting on the balcony.

One had a little girl, the other a big young man, both with beautiful silver hair, which at first glance also seemed like brothers and sisters.

But if these two have no blood connection or anything like that, in a nutshell, the most appropriate relationship should be called 'work colleague’.

The little girl is the Seventh Apostle Saliel, and the big young man is the Second Apostle Abel, both transcendents who were granted the mighty protection of the White God.

I have already done my hospitality as an emissary of the papal surrogate, who is in an ostensible capacity, and now I have paid for it, and Abel's stern face has been exposed without being hidden.

As a second apostle, Abel now spoke to Saliel, who stood quietly.

"Sir Mass told me you've had a lot of trouble."

The same cold voice somewhere as usual, but it was undisputed words of labor.

"No."

Saliel responds so much and turns his crimson eyes to Abel.

In contrast, the pale and black colored eyes that appeared day and night, each other's gaze only crossed for a moment.

"Her behavior is an obvious transcendental act, kept strictly ‘cautious'"

Only the same apostle can pay attention to the apostle, etc.

Nor could Sariel have imagined what attention was given by the Second Apostle Abel, praised as this' white brave man '.

I have even faithfully followed the mandate given to me by the Church, and I have never been cautious before, so it is even more unforgiving.

"I hope this never happens again, but given her character, it will be difficult"

Jesus Christ, but Sariel saw Abel take a small sigh.

Always a calm settling, faceless Abel, but still has human feelings unlike his own, I think Sariel pretends to do that.

"As I'm sure you already know, Sir Mass sees you as a rival.

If you look at what is unilaterally involved, it may be annoying to you, but I want you not to be too intrusive and to incite each other as apostles "

"Yes."

Sariel has nothing to think about Mass.

There are no such evils as disturbance or neglect, and on the contrary, there are no good feelings.

"... it was an extra piece of advice for you."

"No, thank you for your advice, Sir Abel"

Perhaps it was Sariel's statement that she really didn't think anything of it, but she could only accept what she meant by words.

"Speaking of problems, I guess Eye is here too"

"Yes, on the 15th of the month of the first fire, I visited this one"

Sariel conveys information with affirmative language that would not be known solely by reports from Mass.

Abel didn't look particularly surprised.

"If you scratch your guard and say 'visit’ to show up in front of you."

It's a dialogue as if I've seen what Eye does, no, I guess I've had the same experience as Saliel in fact.

Saliel wonders a little bit about what it is that can infiltrate the cathedral of Elysion without anyone noticing it, but he was convinced that a messenger loved by God would instead work.

"What were you saying?

"I was asked to install an Adventurer Alliance in Daedalus"

It was Abel whining without hiding how impressed she was that she said something matomo outside, but there was no reason to even know what to do to compel Saliel to kiss her shortly after she had informed her of her acceptance.

"Are the guild's activities starting?

"Yes, first of all only a quest near Daedalus, but it will expand to all territories soon"

Mercenary units hired in the Republic are mostly still in employment as a force for the next invasion, but in some cases the pacification of Daedalus territory was dissolved due to a paragraph.

They have the option of staying on the continent of Pandora as it is or returning to the Republic, but will soon hope to remain in this land of war again.

The number of potential adventurers is considerable because such people exist.

If the Adventurer Guild begins its activities, it is only natural that personnel should gather soon.

"Well, it seems to be going well. Most importantly, from what I hear, there doesn't seem to be any particular problem either, I was right to leave you to the Crusader General"

"Thank you"

Some of the apostles are like Mass and Eye all you want, and Saliel, who is static without doing anything extra, can rather be considered precious.

In view of that, I wouldn't be able to say enough that Abel's praise is nevertheless a rhetoric.

"Well, it's time to get down to business"

It's a natural stream somehow, and these two never get together.

I have even bothered to pay people to be alone on this occasion, except because there are stories that others don't want to hear.

"The purpose of my visit to the continent of Pandora, this was to be taught only to Sir Saliel, the same apostle, and thus directly and verbally, not by letter"

That means you should also lay low on LUCROM, your deputy.

Sariel understands that even if Abel doesn't say it's strictly forbidden to speak out, he should keep it inside his own chest.

"On the thirteenth day of the month of the first fire, only I was told that the temple would descend ‘the demon king will be born’"

The moment I heard that word, it was the face of one man that floated behind Sariel's brain.

Man with sharp eyes on brunette black eyes, experiment number 49, Chrono Mao, it's his face.

When I thought about why Chrono came to mind instantly, Sariel herself didn't know the decisive reason.

Is it because that blackened figure is like a demon king? Or because he showed enough activity in the village of Alsace to take the alias of the ‘demon’ who made so much sacrifice to the Crusaders?

"I don't know the exact meaning of it, but it depends on me going out for reconnaissance, interpreting it as the appearance of someone who can unite the demonic tribe of the Pandora continent"

The White Divine Trust does not cordially and politely explain the meaning of the Word, it is also the priest's important task to twist and interpret what God wants.

Abel's interpretation was immediately understandable and convincing that there was no guarantee anywhere that it was absolutely correct, but that it was the most likely one to be considered.

If so, 'who can unite the demonic tribes of the Pandora continent’ Is that the chrono?

"Most of all, I don't think I can meet the demon king anywhere I look, perhaps the demon king will be born to be born.

But the demon king must be hostile to us, so be careful. "

When it comes to caution, you should say a few words about a person named Chrono, although it's not that exaggerated, it's really just intuition, it's just an image somehow.

"... Yes"

But other words never came out of Saliel's mouth at last.

A slight roundabout, a moment of silence, apparently did not make Abel uncomfortable, and he continued his words in a calm tone, unchanged.

"If the Demon King really appeared, the first person to come into contact would be Sir Saliel, the Crusader General Commander, and that Demon King would be so mighty as to be pronounced in a divine manner.

I thought the conquest of Pandora had crossed the mountain by leaving the Daedalus army, but apparently the clouds are becoming suspicious, but be careful and hit it. "

"Yes."

Then he exchanged two or three words of conversation, and Abel left the place first.

"Chrono...... Demon King"

Sariel has the same image of the Demon King as the average republican holds.

It is such an image of a man standing in a dark cloud, a creepy castle rising in darkness, and a vicious looking man lying on his wretched throne at the top of it, wrapped around his whole body in a pink black costume, laughing high and waiting for a brave man.

Beyond adulthood, everyone would laugh off that such a demon king is only possible in the midst of an ogre.

But Sariel imagined in such a real way that the Chrono on the Throne, laughing high, ordered the great army of the Terrible Demons to destroy the Crusaders.