Kuro no Maou

Wilhardt and Celia had chosen the shortest distance down the mountain route, even though it was already midnight, and were running through the deep mountains.

The light source is only the little fire brilliance of the 'Light Fire (Torch)', and although it only illuminates at its feet and an inch away, it is able to proceed at a considerable high pace by Celia's lead.

"Ha!"

Celia's arms flashed as she ran, toward the other side of the dark night.

A sound of something falling to the ground with the dosari, along with a small squeal.

Dozens of seconds after running through, Wilhardt saw a water-colored carcass of minato lizards rolling at his feet.

A black-painted throwing knife is standing in the brain weather, desperate with one blow.

In this way, all low-ranking monsters close to the two are eliminated by Celia's offense, so far they have not been able to stop their legs.

"Dear Will, I will shortcut"

Before responding, Celia held Wilhardt's body lightly, while being its skinny body.

No matter how many sprouts he is called, Wilhardt has muscles to the point where he can wave his sword, and more importantly, his back length is long enough to reach a critical 180cm.

That look of a back-length maid slightly over 160cm gently lifting him like that would be an uncomfortable sight somewhere.

But Wilhardt accepts without leaking a single complaint, if not surprised by Celia's power, the current situation, which is a little pitiful as a man who can be held by a maid.

Because he believes in this escort and maid Celia from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't talk to me, I'll bite your tongue"

The next moment Wilhardt nodded small, the two bodies jumped to a cliff on a small steep slope.

While holding one long man, Celia runs down a cliff almost perpendicular at a rate that is as if it were going to fall free, without losing any balance at all.

With the momentum as it is, Celia quickly finishes off the cliff and decides to land lightly on the grassy ground.

Until this time when Wilhardt put his foot on the ground again, he barely felt anything called shaking.

"Let's go"

"Oh."

And then the two escape plays begin again.

How much time on earth would I have run, it hasn't actually been that long, but either way, Wilhardt is so close to the limit of his health that he already wants to scream and fall.

But still keep running, eating up your teeth.

With a head that turns around a lot, I can't possibly be followed by complaining that I've come up with a more rational answer without saying that it's best to do so.

"... Dear Will"

Suddenly, Celia's legs stopped ahead.

I have a bad feeling about Wilhardt's chest, letting him breathe out painfully.

It doesn't make sense, and I don't think it's going to stop here.

"Ha... ha... what?

"I'll stop you, run away"

Unexpectedly breathtaking, one heartbeat jumps.

What do you mean, don't be silly, don't be ridiculous - there's so much to say and so much to say, but none of it ever came out of my mouth.

Because I can't help but understand what she meant by saying that word.

"Light (Torch)"

Turning his back on Will, who pushes silence, Celia used the same magic on top of each other, even though there are already magical lights that illuminate the way.

Fireballs strike up into the sky like fireworks, blooming red and flaming in the night sky.

It illuminated its surroundings as brilliantly as a shining chandelier wrapped from the ceiling.

The new 'Light Fire (Torch)' brightened me all at once to see what place I was standing right now.

I can tell if Goblin even tried to make it in the settlement, like he was forced to cut through the mountain forest, a half-green vacant land, there he is.

"What!?

And, as if it had existed there from the beginning, a monster proud of his redhead giant body stood in the middle of the empty space on the black ground.

I've never seen that big figure before, but soon I realize that this monster is what caused us to disperse the pump with one howl and get away with it.

"It's Larspun..."

As he shrugged, it was Wilhardt, not Celia, who uttered the name of the monster standing in front of him.

"Did you know?

Celia is not just around Sparda, but keeps a good grip on monster names like those on the Adventurer Guild monster list to the latest.

But she's not a monster maniac, she doesn't know about all the monsters of ancient times and now.

Therefore, it was Wilhardt, familiar with legendary monsters such as those described only in ancient literature, who named this unfamiliar monster.

"It's a 'so minor' monster whether it shows up once every ten years or not"

Monsters that rarely show up are so poorly known.

They will only be remembered within the specialty books where monster discoveries and ecology are reported.

Even the adventurer will only know so much about the fairly information-gathering, or study-enthusiastic.

And Wilhardt was able to immediately recall that on one page of a monster's ecological study there was a statement that matched the characteristics of the presence standing before him.

The monster's name is' Larspun 'and it sounds odd, but if you know its ecology, you'll be convinced.

Because Larspun is a mutant species originally derived from pump.

The temper is extremely ferocious, furious with a slight stimulus, and makes a fierce attack on what gives it, perpetuating so much mad anger that even if the opponent is a corpse, he won't stop the hand of the attack.

Therefore, the ancient word 'wrath (Lars)' was given to you.

But without describing such a slightly revealing ecology to Celia for a long time on this occasion, Wilhardt decided to convey only the most important information to her.

"Larspun's strength is Rank 5, Celia, but he's not a winnable opponent..."

The Danger Rank 5 monster, which means that as an adventurer you have the strength to become the highest rank 5 party and start and get fat alone.

Celia is strong, that's enough to be entrusted with the escort of Sparda's second prince by herself.

But if she alone has comparable power to a Rank 5 Adventurer Party, she can't do anything to affirm it.

"It's okay, I can buy you some time."

Being an opponent who could never win would have been instantly understood in Wilhardt's words.

Still, Celia said quietly, as if she were going to do the same uncottractive job as usual.

"Knock..."

There was no word in Wilhardt to stop her.

Naturally, escorts exist to protect the life of the Lord.

Wilhardt is not an easy man to die of as the second prince of Sparta, even if he sacrificed some of his life.

That's what royalty is all about.

And Wilhardt is not a child so much that I don't know that, because he's 17 years old, who was an adult two years ago, and he's already one of the adults.

But he was not old enough to carry out that act of giving the life of an escort and surviving on his own without any resistance.

"Master Will, hurry up"

Celia's words urging swift action felt a slight impatience.

There's not even time left to worry.

"Fuck, fuck... Celia..."

And finally, determined, Wilhardt tried to put a word to abandon her behind that familiar apron dress.

It was then.

"'Shadow Tentacle (Anchor Hand)'"

Countless black tentacles are stretched from somewhere towards the larspun standing in the middle of the empty space, tangled throughout its body.

The situation began to change visibly, not long after I had such doubts about what the hell had happened.

"Rock Wall Protection (Terra Woldefan)"

Larspun's figure as he tried to remove the tentacle restraint appeared from its feet a wall of rock, no, an empty rock prison with a gap not to block the tentacles, covering the red and black giants in a flash.

And in the next moment,

"StarCrash (Meteor Strike)"

And finally, a giant magical formation of white light draws over his head.

By the time I saw and understood that it was a design of a completely different lineage than modern magic (the model), the magic effect would be activated.

Larspun, tied to a black tentacle and trapped in a rock cell, over its head, a lump of light poured down in rainbow colour.

Too instantaneous an event, both Wilhardt and Celia, could only stare at it until that time when its meteor-like blow burst out of dazzling light.