Kuro no Maou

On the twelfth day of the month of Red Flame, Wilhardt, the second prince of Sparda, was walking down the front street of the Royal Sparda Seminary with a melancholy expression.

"Ha..."

That too, with a sigh of sigh that really makes misfortune leak out.

Wilhardt's it wasn't "Summer Bate's Me Appeal" or anything like that, but in fact its heart was a sinking dark thing.

That has been going on since the 5th of the month of Red Flame, that is, that night when Larspun attacked me in an outdoor internship and escaped with his life.

In the end, my life was definitely saved because this is how Wilhardt can walk around school.

But there's too much I've lost.

First, all four male students, who were in the same squad in an outdoor internship, died.

It also appeared to be a tragic corpse that was difficult to exhaust in the brush tongue, only for two people who had been identified.

But no matter how miserable you expose yourself to death, you are prepared to be killed by monsters beyond being an executive candidate, and even though this one was an unusual event, it is something you can clean up with a word of an unfortunate incident.

Whatever the reason, from the executive and knight courses, on a curriculum that emphasizes combat, every year.

I have fewer casualties.

Therefore, Wilhardt himself will not be so shocked by the deaths of the four of them.

The blame goes to them themselves more than they acted on their own initiative to escape the camp in the first place.

Although this time it has been a huge failure to die luckily, a failure done by a newbie adventurer, such as a monster lurking ahead of him without thinking.

What Wilhardt cares most about is the adventurer of the Apprenticeship Mage Robe, whom he calls the Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) on his own.

It was him and his people, undoubtedly, who saved that situation that we had to abandon Celia.

If they hadn't shown up, Celia would have died for sure, and I don't know if I could have escaped either.

In other words, it is no exaggeration to say that you are the benefactor of life.

And the benefactor of his life will not return from the Galahad Mountains.

"Damn, why..."

Wilhardt and Celia rushed right into the Adventurer's Guild that day after returning to the village of Dakia to make a rescue request.

As a result, this request for rescue ended in vain.

Because when you're ready to go,

"Oh, we beat him like that larspun."

Because Wing Road, a party led by Avalon's first prince Nero, submitted the breathless Larspun giant to the Alliance.

If you ask, say Larspun was‘ slightly 'injured when he showed up in front of' Wing Road '.

Wilhardt's clear brains got it all figured out, saying that the "Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker)" line that saved me was defeated by Larspun.

The glory of the Raspun Crusade came from "Wing Road", which left only a few injuries.

They were recognized by the Alliance for their track record of winning the Rank 5 monster, finally promoted to Adventurer Rank 5, and it surpassed that Spartan First Prince Eisenhardt, who became the fastest rank-up record in the Royal Spartan Seminary.

The celebration of my sister Charlotte, a member of "Wing Road," sometimes took place at the Sparda clan outing, but Wilhardt was in a very bad mood for such an eye-catcher.

The whole school is now boiling down to the 'Wing Road' feat, with all the admiration and envy of the students.

But no one knows that before them there was an adventurer who fought to save himself.

Think of it, even I'm just calling myself The Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker), and I don't know what his name is.

That's why I can't look for it, and if my guild card is collected all over Mount Galahad, I don't know if it's theirs.

Wilhardt doesn't even have the means to ascertain death, rather than their life.

That's what I regretted.

"Damn... and always this guy..."

All I hear is talk about the 'strongest' adventurer party in the history of the Royal Sparda Seminary just walking on campus.

It's not just on campus, their rumors never end even when they're in the city of Sparta.

If a new Rank 5 Adventurer were born in the first place, it would be big and small and it would always be a topic of discussion.

That's what this time, the executive candidate is promoted to rank five less than two years later, and it's rather odd that its party members are the first prince and first princess of Avalon, the third princess of Sparda, the eldest son of the Galblades and Hydra families of the four nobles, and their origins are also awesome and untold.

As a result, he has swept the city of Sparda more sensationally as a big scoop than when his brother, First Prince Eisenhardt, came to rank 5.

That's enough to dispel the story of a serial murder of a young woman who's been shaking the city of Sparda for the past week or so.

Wilhardt is already getting poopy, even though it's only been two days, at the floating tide that even sweeps away dark rumors.

I never have a grudge against 'Wing Road', but the hero (hero) for me is' The Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) ', not them.

Every time they are praised, no one knows the existence of a valiant benefactor and even feels like they are being denigrated.

"Ha..."

Sigh therefore.

Only Celia, who was also saved in life, can see into Wilhardt's heart.

That's why Celia now has no words, especially to Wilhardt, to keep me calm.

Wilhardt himself knows it won't be annoying for Celia as well as her surroundings to be feeling sinking like this.

I have to get back to my usual condition quickly and live my school life while laughing high and yet saying hey inside.

And if no one remembers, at least keep it deep in your heart without forgetting the majesty of The Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) for the rest of your life.

It was when I thought of that.

"That could be..."

I was called out by one man who tried to make a mistake.

"To?"

When I lifted my head, which was leaking from my mouth with a reflectively pitiful sound, to my unexpected voice.

"After all, you, the student that was attacked by Larspun back then, weren't you?

There, a man with black hair, red and black odd eyes, a warrior's tight and successful flesh, wrapped in a magician's black robe.

It was only a few moments before I actually saw him, but he couldn't have forgotten, couldn't have seen it wrong, the man was indisputable,

"Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) Huh!?

Wilhardt shouted unexpectedly and grabbed the man's shoulder with a stunned face.

"What? Berserker?"

"Whoa, you're alive!!

An adventurer man who can't possibly even know that he is called by an obtrusive nickname such as Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) just puzzles his sharp appearance.

Thus, the second prince of Sparda was the benefactor of life, and met the adventurer of the black wizard who called himself Chrono.