Kuro no Maou

Munchkin, once upon a time, there was a long-haired maid in a nobleman's mansion.

Its maid's dark hair was supple, lustrous, and boasted the best of beauty as a hair, but its length did not only reach the ankle, and her face was always nearly half covered with her forehead, rather a creepy figure.

It can't be acceptable for a maid to serve her husband to be such a creepy length no matter how beautiful she is.

But she was allowed to have that awesome super long hair.

For it was her maid's proven apron dress that haunted her, but her identity was an escort who guarded the Lord.

This escort maid had the inherent magic (extra) to manipulate her hair freely.

She came from a certain clan of assassins, who, as a result of a formerly unthinkable mating experiment carried out by ordinary people, expressed a peculiar intrinsic magic (extra) with the toughness and regenerative ability of Hydra exclusively in her hair.

Her dark hair, which housed the powerful power of Hydra, showed excellent ability as an escort, without the protection of the iron wall that wrapped the Lord at times, and without interfering with the hands and feet of the impending opponent and allowing any approach.

However, she was hired by the escort of one son of a certain nobleman, the current Lord, not because of such ability.

"Well, you look pretty cute, if you're gonna be stuck with me at the escort at four or six hours, I'd like a daughter like you."

It was due to horrible and disgusting reasons.

The son of an aristocrat with such a criterion of judgment, that is, her Lord, is a badly liked man, as you can see from this one thing.

I preferred women to rice three times, and I was more than looking forward to loving with beautiful women than squeezing taxes from the people, than honoring them from the king.

He loved a variety of women, beautifully decorated noble daughters, submissive maids, luxurious luxury whores, simple peasant daughters, chaste wives - even liked their appearance, he put his hands on them regardless of their identity or position.

Therefore, even if this brunette woman is an elite assassin raised by a clan of assassins, she has no further hesitation in dictating than she has chosen in her appearance.

No, there was no need to dictate in the first place, she opened her body the night she was hired, as she was commanded by the man who was the Lord.

But for a man whose heartless joy was to love a woman, the kind of attitude that offered only her body was a terrible dissatisfaction.

So he begins to act with a hard vow to love himself from the bottom of his heart, genuinely dictating unresponsive escort maids like this doll.

Leveraging the full female experience the man had gained so far, he approached her using all the maneuvers.

In that, someone dissatisfied with the tax rate in the territory attacked me to kill a man.

It was my first job as an escort, not only did I do what I deserved then, but I protected the Lord with no expression, and killed the tyrant with black hair.

One eyebrow. The figure of the escort maid who kills people without moving makes them feel horrible, but the man breathed that it was rather a woman like this who was‘ corrupt and worthwhile ’.

Then again, some time passes.

The man whispered love to the escort maid every day, holding her body and giving her pleasure.

Another day, an assassin was sent in for a man's life.

The escort maid, this time defending the life of the Lord, bound the assassin with dark hair, and slaughtered all of them.

But at this point, the man's assassin's unleashed arrow scratched his arm, slightly wounded.

The man had found that the moment he was injured, the look of the escort maid had slightly changed and the color of his emotions had appeared.

Previous efforts were not in vain, the man found out that her heart, hardened as ice, was beginning to melt, albeit slightly.

Since then, the man has finally gained momentum and approached the escort maid.

That's how, when a man is attacked for the third time,

"I'm... afraid to lose you, my lord..."

In tears, there was the figure of the escort maid who led the man through himself.

After years of hiring her, the man's efforts came to fruition here.

Then, the escort maid had no more doll-like unresponsiveness and was loved by a man for his initial reaction like a maiden in love.

But such a life also ends within less than a year.

"I'm getting married."

Marriage, yes, a man's engagement has been decided.

If he were to get a daughter-in-law from a nobleman with only the same or less qualifications, he would not have stopped reaching out to many women, including escort maids.

But the man's fiancée was not a nobleman above him, but a daughter of the royal family, that is, a princess of the land in which she served.

No matter how far away you are from the First Princess, the blood muscles of the royal family are absolute, there is a difference between heaven and earth in power from men of middle nobility, etc.

Not dowry but son-in-law, no man can come to a powerful power as a husband, and he has no choice but to obey what the princess, who is the one who marries him, says.

Therefore the princess, who shall be his wife,

"That disgusting escort, fire me"

Speaking of which, I had to fire her with a proven brunette who had saved her life three times before.

"I'm sorry, but our love is forever..."

A man who bids farewell with sweet words.

The man still had a crush on him as a playboy, and when he huffs the woman he dated, he made sure he broke up well without rotting.

And this time, even the relationship between the Lord and the escort maid can end beautifully, I thought so.

"Your husband... I will... protect you!

But the moment her dark hair came tangled up in her body, the man realized.

"I don't know if she's a princess... but she's... trying to tear us apart... assassin,"

She says she's not like the woman she's been dating, yes, she's crazy.

"But it's okay... again this time... because I'll protect you..."

The dark hair folds in twofold, turning itself and the man into a black steel coffin that traps them inside.

It didn't take that long for those living in the mansion to detect the anomaly, until immediately those around them knew that the escort maid had attacked the Lord's man with indifference.

Of course, noble private soldiers attacked to rescue the man immediately.

At that point, the black coffin that already traps the men themselves had grown in size and could be called a cage.

The protection of dark hair she creates doesn't break no matter how many blades she slashes or pokes.

It can tear some of the pieces apart and the hair fibers, but it regenerates instantly from the side of the cut.

Still, they did not give up, the soldiers did not rest, they continued their attacks, they did not choose any means and tried to destroy them.

Then a month passed.

A brunette prison still sits in the noble mansion.

At last, she continued to 'protect' the Lord from all attacks, never once to break that dark-haired commandment, and kept her beloved man locked in a black eternal prison (one yaya).

So, the escort maid on the inside, finally she did her best, one day suddenly, the protection of the brunette disappeared.

Later, the remains of two men and women, whose bodies were tied with dark hair as they hugged each other.

The man had the shape of despair on his face of death, but the woman's expression was such a comforting, loving look on his face.

One artisan was told that the dark hair of a room in his palm belonged to a woman with such a history.

It should be noted that a beautiful dark hair that does not lose its dark glossy glow, even if the story of its escort maid is a lie, proves to be of some kind of magical material.

The craftsman then created these black gloves (gloves) in hydra leather with braided black hair.

The craftsman who wore the finished sole on the spot,

"Your husband will be protected by me"

I heard that voice.

The next morning, the body of an artisan who was scared to death to be glued all over his body with fiber like black hair was found in the workshop.

Since then, everyone wearing this glove has followed the same end path as the craftsmen.

Only when it was branded "The Black Haired Curse" The Coffin "and feared as a glove of curses.

Until it is sealed as a dangerous curse possessive item, it is uncertain how many dead people have emerged.

Even now that people are out of reach that way, she's waiting, that a new husband will show up.

gloves (gloves) with such a curse,

Shut up and listen to me.

I shut him up with the blackening and now he's just fit to suck on my hands perfectly.

It feels like I'm about to forget what I'm wearing.

The only difficulty is that occasionally the scream of a woman called "Master ~" comes wooden spirits in her brain?

Well, it's common for cursed possessions.

"The Dark Hair Curse" Coffin, "such a lovely wearing ‘Hydra Leather Glove with Dark Hair of a Maiden in Love', is Lily's gift.

By the way, I'm afraid of the price, and I haven't heard it, because I purposefully said I bought it at a luxury store at the Moldrette Weapons Chamber in the upper compartment.

I haven't even heard how you could have used the upper compartment store, and it looks like Lily's secrets have increased all at once in a day when she was acting differently.

Aside from that, I'm talking about the Globe.

This isn't just a comfortable glove, I'm not saying that Dada possesses a curse, but what a lovely effect it has.

"Excellent, the Shadow Tentacle (Anchor Hand) is more than double its strength."

You can see that by looking at the sight in front of you.

In the mountain forests of the northern Galahad Mountains, the elephant-like giant of Dorthos, who had been blasting until just now, is tied to a glue wrap with a 'shadow tentacle (anchor hand)' that rolls out of my hands and stops me from moving.

The black wire-shaped 'Shadow Tentacles (Anchor Hands)' do not seem to make any difference from before at first glance, but if you look better, you will see each piece of thin fiber intertwined, shaping the wire as if it bound the black hair correctly.

Apparently, this glove of curses called "The Coffin" has the effect of enhancing it against the magic of the system that physically binds the opponent.

Furthermore, it is still unused in action, but is also enhanced in defensive magic.

Lily's thoughts on giving this away were not simply an increase in offense, but only an increase in defense and restraint.

I'm not very good at defensive magic, as can be seen from other experimental subjects, and 'Shadow Tentacles (Anchor Hand)' is a reliable magic that worked for me both in Cyprus and in the Eighth Apostolic Eye.

"The Black Hair Curse" The Coffin "is the only thing I can't hope for, but it provides a pretty powerful support for other aspects, and as a piece of equipment, it delivers the ideal performance with one gro-b.

Boulder Lily, that's a great choice, I'm happy to buy a robe of white pump. It's out of step with me.

Well, not if you're always impressed with the performance of the "brunette curse" coffin ".

I'm not a wacko catching Dortos on a whim, he's alive on this quest.

"Okay, I'll open my mouth, I'll take care of the anesthesia balls."

"Yes!"

Copy that, sir.

I moved the shadow tentacle (anchor hand), which stretched many times from both hands, as if I were manipulating even marionettes, and manipulated the part entangled in the long nose and fangled head like a Dorthos mammoth.

When you slowly squeeze the brunette wire eaten into your upper and lower jaws, respectively, slowly and slightly, you finally surpass the power of Dorthos' jaw and its huge mouth opens the ledge.

"Eh!

"Fuck you."

Two people with big balls of softball in their hands throw them into Dortos' mouth with a pleasant hanging voice.

This ball is commonly referred to as an anesthetic ball, and is a drug that does not have immediate effect, but can severely paralyze the body of a monster.

A paralyzed poisoned capsule that does not work just by hitting the body, but that ensures the effect of paralysis by allowing it to be consumed in the body in this way.

Once the monster is completely silenced due to the effects of the anesthesia balls, report it to the Alliance with a live capture and later contact bird demon (loan) and hand it over to the person of the convoy to be dispatched to complete the quest.

"Now, let's start installing restraints."

"I asked you, you don't have to be in such a hurry because you're going to be able to tie it up for a while."

It takes some time for the effects of the anesthesia balls to appear, in the meantime you risk letting them escape if you don't keep them tightly tied up.

And no matter how effective the paralysis is, it's forbidden to be alarmed, and you have to keep it in a thick rope like this.

It will take more time for the convoys to come to the ground in the first place, during which time they will have to retain their prey alive.

In this way, the Live Catch Quest is not just a matter of knocking me down and stripping me of my proof, but it takes a lot of work.

That's why even the same monster changes its difficulty dramatically due to crusades and live catches.

"Looking at Dortos, you're kind of hungry"

"Right, it's delicious."

With such soothing chatter, the Element Master's first survival quest was a success.