Kuro no Maou

On the 5th of the month of Red Flame, the second night came when he began camping all over Mount Galahad as an outdoor internship.

"Um, let's take over the responsibility of our hostile night raid vigilance (Nighthawk Searcher)"

Finally, Wilhardt offers to take turns with one of his members for the night watch.

"Yes, no, I still can't let Master Wilhardt be a watchman."

The male student of the member tries softly to turn down Wilhardt's offer with a blatantly annoying look,

"Huh haha! There's nothing to guide you, I won't let you get any closer to being a monster to protect me.

I'll give you a good night's sleep until the sun rises tomorrow morning!

If I shout like that, I'm already asleep, member. I woke up, and the monster might come by, so stop screaming. Currently no male student as a watchman could penetrate.

Being a prince is no different than being such an arrogant person.

It's so loud and disrespectful because it's the same student status. I'm never told what it is, but it's still too shattered to respond.

If you work poorly disrespectfully and are neglected later, the troubled, of course, and vice versa,

"Now sleep in peace, like a baby held by my mother,"

The prediction that this second prince of the painful character of Sparda, who even in real life has a roundabout tone like the actor of theatre, will never be placed at the centre of state power in the future, has been rooted as a predicate among the nobles for years.

Nobody thinks that this magic or martial arts in the heavily beleaguered Sparda royal family will show enough talent to push away Prince Eisenhardt, who is seen as the rightful successor to the Sword King, and that's not what they want in the first place.

The next generation of Sparta will be led by Eisenhardt as king, and Wilhardt will only have to live a life of creating ‘spares’ to keep the royal bloodstream from getting in the way of it.

Thus, none of those who bothered to get into and like Wilhardt, who were neither expected to be on the tabular stage of history at this stage, nor supposedly without merit, especially the tendency was more pronounced among executive candidates.

"Ha... well, thank you"

There were no advantages to be liked, and Prince Wilhardt's second prince, who would create troublesome disadvantages if he bought an unhappiness, was a terrible hassle for the executive candidate.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Um, I'll take care of it, huh-ha-ha-ha-ha!!

This tone also applauds the momentum in which the vulgar can be.

Still, the least thanks go out to everyone and never develop into a shady fig.

And more importantly, Wilhardt is a happy man in this other world because he doesn't know he's being treated like that, and he can still laugh high today.

……

How quiet is Wilhardt if he is alone in the boulder.

A small burning fire illuminates the surroundings with blur.

Quiet spirals flow down the creek, tented to its river plains, so there is no shield around it and it is easy to keep an eye on.

Regardless, a few meters away there is a depressed and lush forest, but it would still be much better than placing a camp in it.

But Celia, the maid of honor, is lurking somewhere in this dark forest.

Wilhardt, who is inferior to his combat ability, is not allowed to remove a guard like her, even when he is 17 years past his adulthood.

However, in situations such as this outdoor internship, it is the end of the line to use the help of an escort.

Therefore, she is treated as the ‘one who is not there' and lurks in hiding so that she cannot see from the Lord merely by watching from the shadows.

"... Mm"

That's when I heard the noise of gasp coming from the forest in the front.

Attention should be paid to the proximity of monsters, not to the banks of the river, but to the forests through which they came.

Needless to say, it is difficult to discover their appearance in the bustling woods of grass, which means they are exceptionally likely to allow them to approach without finding them.

Wilhardt pulled out a very ordinary 'Sacred Silver Fine Sword (Mithril Rapier)', which took the name 'White Sacred Sword (Vaiseshveat)' at will, lowering from his waist, while at the same time staring into the back of a sounding dark forest.

"I know who you are. I know you're there."

I know they're there, but I have no idea if they're wild animals, monsters, or people again.

At the end of the day, the numbers are unknown, and Wilhardt does not have the same skills to sense the sixth sense or the subtle magic that explores the signs.

Mouthful as if the hostiles were already there, but until we confirmed the monster clearly, we decided we didn't need to wake up the members.

Even if I'm waking people up every time I hear a thing, I can't possibly take a break or anything.

"Come out adultly but good"

The sound behind the woods finally grows louder, plainly emphasizing even more that someone is lurking.

But I still don't know what's out there, so I also imagine the worst that a horrible monster will pop up at the next moment, and every second Wilhardt's nervousness will increase.

"Oh, dear, come out but good..."

It stirred up a sense of vigilance and tension, the same dialogue as earlier, but its nuances weakened considerably.

In the time I feel infinite, Wilhardt, who devotes all his attention to the forest at the front,

- Bashari

I was lucky to be able to react to that water sound, even if it's half coincidental.

I heard a water noise, which means that someone appeared in the river behind me.

Before reaching such a conclusion, Wilhardt looked back in reflexes.

"What!?

What was there were two bears - no, a rank 1 monster bear bears (pump), a slender physique, an unforgettable characteristic figure in the ears that grew on its head.

The two pumps are about to go up from the river to the river plain, and their distance from Wilhardt has already cut four meters.

At the same time I understood that I was slowly approached from behind by the gap I was paying attention to the woods, and at the same time I noticed two pumps throwing ‘something’ in my hand.

What's unleashed is as round as a person's head, and you don't know what the hell it's like, when you realize it, Sole lands a bullet in the ground.

"Wow!?

The point of landing was the incineration, the only source of light in this dark night.

The sound of water being able to play mixes with the sound of the flame being cooled and digested with the juju and reaches the ear.

I didn't accidentally hit the fire, I must have thrown it for it.

But rather than thinking about it, Wilhardt's vision suddenly blacked out.

My eyes are getting used to the lights that the fire brings, and if it suddenly goes away, it's only natural that I can't see anything.

A little bit, the light of the moon floating in this cloudless starry sky may give you some visibility,

Gauorn!

A monster already approaching the present couldn't have waited for his sight to recover.

"Uh-oh!?

Swing the sword in your hands reflexively.

Naturally, there is no feeling of cutting something apart, but just cutting the sky in vain.

in the darkness of ignorance, was Wilhardt prepared to die,

"Light (Torch)"

I realized that my destiny had not yet been exhausted by the dazzling light that lit up on Russia.

"Celia!?

"Yes, Master Will, your Celia is here."

If you noticed, when did you show up, a maid of beauty stood next to you flipping an apron dress and green ponytail.

A 'Light Fire (Torch)' fireball shines in the night sky equally illuminating Celia holding a huge dagger knife in both hands, as well as dozens of pumps surrounding the tent.

"You were so..."

"You're making pretty controlled moves as well as numbers, you're definitely led by a powerful boss"

Wilhardt recalled lectures on the ecology of monsters he had taken seriously.

Even the same Rank 1 monster, if it is the type that forms the herd, if the boss who leads it was a strong, or wise, individual, then that danger would be powerful enough to push the rank one step up.

If it is, then the flock of pumps that executed this brilliant operation, which attracted Wilhardt's attention in a positive motion, sneaking a separate team from behind, and furthermore crushing first the lights that humans could not fail to act at night, rightly possesses a strength comparable to rank 2.

"You're the one who can't get fat with Mr. Will right now."

"Gu......"

Wilhardt's strength is at a level where he manages to win with Goblin and Tyman, the epitome of Rank 1 monsters.

Even without a powerful boss, if he gets attacked by a herd, there's not a single one.

"No, but now I have a comrade I can count on! Come on, wake up, brave comrades, it's time to fight!!

When Wilhardt speaks out loud, four of the camp members who detected an enemy attack with a series of sounds on the boulder jump out of the tent with the kind of momentum that set their asses on fire.

"Wow, this is it!?

"Seriously, you're not kidding!

"Run! Ooh!

"Hey, hurry up, over here!

The four reliable comrades ran out dressed and made a quick escape.

For the first time in too bright a getaway, the pumps surrounding the camp accidentally slip through.

"That, uh, hey, you guys don't..."

He was Wilhardt, who gave a half-hearted expression of restraint, but the four men who had already escaped had vanished to the other side of the dark.

"That's great teamwork"

"Oh, my goodness... if you put down your own army general and try to escape first, you'll be on the wind of the Spartan knights!

And Wilhardt shouts, laying his sword with his hips that are still going to slip out.

"You were unlucky to get your eyes on a powerful flock of pumps, is this confirming your pursuit of an outdoor internship"

Pumps that surround Wilhardt and Celia, but they don't strike while keeping a certain distance just to show vigilant movement.

This four-headed moffy bear rabbit and Wilhardt, who can't stop sweating cold inside or on his face wondering when the battle's fire lid will be cut and dropped, Celia, in contrast, remains cool faceless.

For a few seconds as the stare continued, a loud pump appeared on the river plain, making a loud noise scratching the gutter and the grass.

"Mmm, he's the boss"

This giant, large both vertically and horizontally, three meters tall, with one eye wounded and one eye, deserves to be correctly called the boss.

There is only one, but a boss with a sharper eye than the others starts staring at Celia with a duplicity of dagger knives.

But it converges quickly, and the missed sight of the boss whispers gently as he commands the surrounding subordinates.

The siege then remains intact, cleverly holding up with both hands the tools of the camp packed at a distance that Celia would not be able to cut in one foot and carry them out one after the other.

"Ah, the food..."

"Outdoor internship is a failure anyway, you can give it all to me."

The pumps slowly, but surely take away everything within reach, regardless of bags of food or boxes of tools that are useless in monsters.

In the meantime, the boss seemed to be much more attentive to Celia's trends, and did not move a single step on the spot while staring at her for a few minutes to carry out the looting.

Within less than a minute of this, the next moment I thought this herd would pull up,

Gawwwwwwwwww!!

A huge roar echoed.

It was a disastrous, vicious howl that rocked people's instinctive fears even far away.

"Oh, hey, what now?!?

Surprisingly, it was Wilhardt who almost jumped on Celia by accident, but the flock of pumps who sperm out to plunder were more clearly exposed to fear.

Some individuals unintentionally remove items they hold or shrug themselves as if they can't move a step.

Gaorn!

When the boss rang out loud, the pumps abandoned most of the loot in their hands and dispersed to the back of the woods at first sight.

"Hey Celia... don't you feel kind of bad?

Celia didn't tear up Wilhardt, who accidentally went back to the vegetables and made a pitiful suggestion.

"Master Will, let's run, as soon as possible."

Celia took Wilhardt's hand and rushed out on the spot with the same momentum as the pumps who had escaped.

At that moment, Wilhardt, who had not seen Celia so seriously in years, perceived the gravity of the matter.

Apparently, that vicious howling lord is a monster enough to make this celia hit the one hand of escape.

But that's why Wilhardt took a step on the spot.

"Wait! What will happen to them if we escape!?

It is about four members who feared the monster's raid and fled with us.

Though I find it somewhat resentful, that's not enough to make me die.

Rather, it would be the right response as a royalty standing above people to laugh and forgive that extent of things.

"You can't abandon them!

Please, help him.

One day, just like that time when he witnessed the Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) and his hated adventurer, Wilhardt bowed his head and asked him in.

But next time,

"I'm sorry, Master Will, I can't give that order."

Clear words of denial.

I could not speak of such a stupid dialogue against the life of the Lord.

The safety of the Lord, the Second Prince of Sparta, and the lives of the Quadruple, who fled on their own, leaned toward Wilhardt as a result of betraying it on the balance, that is all.

Wilhardt, who hearts it, can only keep quiet and run with Celia pulling her hand.

To get a little farther away from that vicious roaring Lord, who woods in the Galahad Mountains.