Kuro no Maou

When I woke up, it was in the tent.

Next door, Lily, a young man, rests in a lovely sleep.

Finally, there's one sign of a person right outside, and I guess Fiona's on her turn.

"... dreams, or"

Just a little blurry head and squeals like that.

But I immediately deny the word in my heart.

I met Mia between the black thrones, which is vividly remembered as an event like what just happened earlier.

Then I should be able to use the power of protection right now.

But before that, let's go outside. It would be catastrophic if some kind of exploding magic were activated.

Softly exiting the tent so as not to wake Lily up,

"Good morning, Mr. Chrono"

With the dawn sun on my back, Fiona greets me in the morning.

Of course, it's not the black underwear or anything, it's the usual witch outfit.

"Oh, good morning"

With her white limbs burning vividly into the back of her brain, feeling a little embarrassed, would I be able to fulfill my usual greeting?

Look around you so you dare take your gaze off Fiona.

It is illuminated by the morning sun and traces of last night's battle are emerging in various ways.

We set up a tent in this vacant lot for now and then revealed the night with a break.

Whether you're chasing Larspun or going down the mountain, you can't move unless the sun is out.

"How's the wound?

It doesn't even go to a wack that I won't be aware of Fiona forever, so for now, I tried to plunge up on a topic that was not difficult.

"Uh, yes... I'm fine now..."

But it was Fiona who showed an unexpected reaction, and for some reason she blushes her cheeks and gets turned that way.

For some reason, no, well, on second thought, it wasn't me who felt ashamed in my underwear, it was Ning Loo Fiona herself.

Wait, I mean, it hurts me to slash him with a shovel after exposing him to such an embarrassment - and you're telling me that it could lead to stories about that or the responsibilities that made him a scratch thing!?

"Oh, well, I hope it's okay"

I sweat cold inside, but I could only give it back so easily, so hectic.

Well, as it stands, if the wound looks painful, I'm not letting Fiona make a turn or anything, even though it was about an hour ago.

I slashed him at that depth, but the boulders only used fairy spirit meds, the wounds are completely blocked, and he can return to his original healthy body as long as the blood he lost is full.

Yes, there should be no scratches.

"Fiona, thanks, I would have been wiped out if it weren't for that drive"

"That's when I did what I could."

Returning to the usual sleepy look, Fiona says like nothing ever happened.

Mm-hmm. If this looks like it, there's a complete possibility of my paranoia talking about scratch stuff.

Besides, my heart is,

"But I can't believe you killed yourself. If you trusted me so much, I'm glad."

I'm sure that's not my complacency, and I wouldn't be able to imitate that without some trust.

"No, I'm glad to be of service to Mr. Chrono, too"

That's what I said and couldn't look straight at Fiona smiling, I'm sure the shining sun wasn't just dazzling behind her.

For the grin that a girl of her age brings to mind, she is somewhat wrapped up in a luscious atmosphere, which makes her unexpectedly thrilled.

It must be my fault that those golden eyes look hotter than usual.

"Oh, yes, thanks to his defeat, we can now use the power of protection."

It may seem somewhat imposing, but I mouthed the subject so as to forget the signs of the demonic Fiona.

"Protect, is it? Speaking of which, you said it might be a trial."

I met God in my dreams and was granted protection, it's normal for me to doubt my sanity if I talk about anything, but I can't resist revealing myself to Fiona who already knows the circumstances.

When I tell a lot of stories about what I had just dreamed about and make them listen,

"I see, dialogue with God in dreams is a common phenomenon."

He convinced me so much.

In the other world with magic, it seems that the announcement of dreams by God is also a phenomenon that exists realistically.

"The treasure balls are missing from Larspun's right arm, and there's no doubt about it."

Try removing Larspun's right arm, the only loot, from 'Shadow Space (Shadowgate)' and the crimson balls that were shining on the back of his hand had disappeared beautifully sappy.

Mia said it seems to be a big, expensive material... well, let's give up what's gone.

Let's hope the other right arm parts alone make the fur and bones useful material.

"So what is the power of protection that Mr. Chrono gained?

"I'm going to make sure of that."

I'm looking forward to that, Fiona, who says with no expression that I'm not very excited about, well, this kind of reaction is the usual thing, and I should be quite looking forward to it in earnest.

Fiona's expression is the only thing that doesn't change, but that emotion is so rich, my predictions were right the first time we met.

"Well, let's go -"

As Fiona watches behind me, I get more focused with the same feeling I get when I exercise black magic.

Mia says the power of protection is already part of my power, so you can't possibly not understand it.

"- This."

Fulfilling, the sensation could be quickly grasped.

That's the first heterogeneous force I've ever felt.

But it is undoubtedly my power, just as it deals with the black magic in my body, I can recognize it as something I can do for granted.

No, that's actually what we express based on black magic, new 'materialization', is it right to go with trait change?

And more importantly, I know this‘ power '.

"'Blackflame'"

When I lifted my right arm, a burning pitch-black flame blew up from my palm.

Flame-wrapped in flames instantly from the tip of his finger to his shoulder, his right arm is reminiscent of last night's larspun.

No, as a matter of fact, I can freely manipulate black flames made of this black magic, like Larspun.

"Uh, fireball, okay?"

Immediately assemble and exercise magical images and logic based on the newly obtained flame trait changes.

The structure of the procedure is simple, it makes balls and flies, so it feels almost the same as the Demon Bullet (Barrett Arts).

Thus, the magic as I imagined it, the black flame, is pressed into a sphere and the solid mass is completed in the right hand.

When it fired towards the universe, it flew away with a black tail pulled at that speed, although not as fast as a demon bullet (Barrett Arts), causing an explosion in the hollow.

"Oh, finally, my black magic makes the explosion available!

I'm not letting Fiona say "plain" or anything like that anymore!!

I turned to Fiona, who stood behind me, convinced of my victory.

"What do you say, Fiona?"

"Uh, you can make flames out of black magic now,"

Exactly.

Creating flames with black magic is not a wax that must be protected by nothing.

I killed a man for the first time, that experimental boy was exercising this black flame.

Until now, I have not been able to make changes to such attributes, but apparently they have buried the impossibility through shelter.

"Can you only make flames?

"Oh... yeah, right"

Oh, my God, isn't it awesome just to make a flame?

"Can you make thunder or something?

"No, you can't do thunder"

"Really? -"

and Fiona in the eye who sees a kind of a little unfortunate child.

I mean, wait, could this flow...

"For the power of protection, it's a plain ability."

At this point, I thought I would have to complete the next trial as soon as possible to make it stronger.