Kuro no Maou

Me, Fiona Soleil, on the 13th of the month of Red Flame, I was born to have my first date.

I don't have any feelings of lateral admiration for Mr. Chrono, but I also have no reason to refuse to invite you on a date, because this is just a thank you.

Soon after they drop him off on some errands, I flip a spatially magical (dimensional) hat in my room and change the contents.

"I don't have any locks..."

My possessions have everything I need to live as an adventurer, but I don't see a single item that a maiden of my age deserves to date in the city.

Even if all of the clothing you replace is practical and has a magical defensive effect, it doesn't dwell as one that enhances the attractiveness of women.

"This is awkward"

Even I, a boulder, am not as wild a woman as dating in a witch robe heading to Quest, I have as much common sense as I should be dressed to do or deserve.

But there's no way I could tell exactly what that ‘deserve to be dressed' thing was, either, because Sex Sharpening was just looking at it from the side.

"It doesn't even start if you're worried"

Luckily, we still have a few hours to spare before noon for the rendezvous.

Besides the money, the stores that sell ornaments to garments that dress women beautifully should be as much for this sparda.

Then the story is simple, you just have to be ready for your date by noon.

So concludes I, at the same time, popped out of the room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lily, and I'll apologize for once"

You can't even hear me, but I throw those words at Mr. Lily sleeping in the next room.

This is a date, but I'm never talking about what's going to happen with Mr. Chrono, and I don't feel impure, either, it's true, it's not a lie, believe me.

With all the guilt of putting Mr. Lily aside and the expectation that I would soar on my first date, I left the place early.

After spending less, I was able to get the gear I deserved to perfectly fulfill my date quest.

What wraps my body is a pure white blouse, a shade of dark witch robes and opposite poles.

It was made of Heavenly Hell Silkworm (Valhalla Silk), which combines beauty and defense, but ordinary silk (Silk) was the finest in the boulder's lower area store, I can't help it.

The pleated skirt through the belt was probably a good fit, and the clerk praised me for choosing a light water color to match the color of my hair.

From knee to bottom, white high socks and loafers, not the usual black long boots.

Looking at the whole thing, it also sounds kind of like a school uniform, but a romantic rank 1 amateur like me should be lucky enough to consolidate it without difficulty rather than compete in a bad bizarre fashion, and this is also the dealership of the clerk.

Besides, I've heard that men love uniforms while they're in school, and I'm sure Mr. Chrono will be very offensive to my uniform style.

Hopefully so, I stand in front of the obelisk in the square, the meeting point.

The evening is an idle square, but now, during the day, many people go together as if to show off the big city of Sparda.

Every time I see a man in a black robe while I keep an eye on the flow of the person, I become dorky.

I have no heart or my face is hot, I'm sure it's because I'm not wearing a hat under this clear blue sky.

You can't wear that triangle hat to a boulder in your current outfit, the corner coordination is ruined.

Without that hat, the required luggage is transferred to a shoulder bag with a different space magic (dimension).

A small black bag with no decoration wouldn't be so uncomfortable even if I had it now.

"Maybe a little too soon..."

If you look up over your head, the sun hasn't reached the south center yet, and you can probably afford nearly an hour until the bell sounds in the city of Sparda announcing the time of noon.

Reasonably enough, you should sit on a cool looking bench in the shade and crush your time eating the fruit you're selling in the street, but for some reason my legs won't move from this meeting point, as if it even took a petrified curse.

No, you're your own head thinking that it's not your legs that are bad and you really don't want to move a step from this place.

While I know that too, I really don't feel like moving from here to wait for Mr. Chrono.

Blurred with a blurry view of the flowing clouds, carelessly - no, keep waiting standing still, thinking about all the things that are going to happen today.

That would have been enough, inadvertently, two shadows came this way from a wave of people who were just passing past me.

Both men, whose appearance is in Sparda, especially around here in the familiar uniform of the Royal Sparda Seminary, and not only that, but wearing a red cape, will do it with the executive candidate Mr. Chrono said.

"Hey, you, I don't really see faces around here, but maybe Sparda should start?

and a blonde boy student, who has spoken in a smile and familiarity, stands in front of me.

Neither of them is as good as Mr. Chrono's, but there's an upper back there, and from that physique there will be some power that can also wield a heavy sword.

The two rather handsome faces through the nostrils are grinning, but standing by them, one big head minute from a normal woman, is intimidating enough to frighten them all a little.

Most of all, there is no such thing as being relative to a giant monster from a everyday adventurer.

Finally, Mr. Chrono's face is definitely cooler, although not half as intimidating as it was when he stood before him.

"No."

Answer the earlier query with just one word, observing the two of you somewhat.

This would be an undisputed guy named Napa.

Elysion School of Magic students had no one to speak to me because of 'one thing', but there were several times when they could speak up if they went out into the city.

No matter how good my face is, being a witch, I'm not interested in a man or any other shard, I've spent all my invitations politely declining, lighting my butt and wishing for a dispersal, ladylike response.

With such a wack, I'm not furry enough to be willing to ride their invitation or anything, and rather, I'm going to be refraining from one of the biggest events in my life: dating Mr. Chrono, so even the warm me will climb an eel.

"Oh, well, so a noble lady came to visit Koch with patience or something? You can't be my daughter around here. She's so cute, she's so elegant.

The first blonde student I've spoken to spits what a delightful misunderstanding bullshit.

"I'll show you if you like, look, as we can see, I'm a god student, and I know a lot about this place."

And another student with green hair says something unsolicited, even though he hasn't asked for it.

"No, thank you, would you please disappear quickly"

Honestly, I have nothing to hide and let go of my thoughts.

There's nothing more to it than a little thorny way of saying it because that's all I'm angry about.

"Uh, I'm sorry, don't be so vigilant, just introduce yourself. What if I..."

However, it seems that somehow this student only has monster-like intelligence that doesn't solve people's words and feelings.

How can you not understand that it is Mr. Chrono and not you that I am waiting for?

- Yeah, well, if you ask me what my name is, I'm a nobleman, and you're a lady.

"You don't have to call me that. You can tell by the red cape."

You're terribly deaf with two people who interact like that and raise their voices and laugh.

"I don't know what you're talking about here, but there's..."

And, even on my shoulder, the blonde's hand was inexplicably stretched out.

A man's hand, a man's hand other than Mr. Chrono's, oh, my God,

"Dirty, can you not touch it"

Like a knight who pulls a sabel out of his hips, I take a 'custom fireball' out of my bag, and I strike down that nasty man's hand.

You're in the mood to praise yourself for putting up well with yourself for not breathing flames with magic.

"What's the pain? - Oh, come on, isn't that a little unresponsive?

"Oh, you've done it, lady, raising your hand to nobility is a terrible execution, isn't it?

Though you don't yell like a chimp, the two words probably have anger emotions in them.

It's that if you suck, you can execute them, and as you complain about such clichés, you can already see through their subversive thoughts.

"Well, if you're honestly going to admit you're not, I'm not going to take care of this one either, what, if you apologize for a little ‘night or so’?

Apparently you don't understand your position, I don't know what kind of Sparda nobility you are, but I'm a stream adventurer, and I can get away with it anywhere I want to run.

Besides, even if you go out to exercise strength on this occasion, it's quicker for me to fire the two of you already with a short wand (wand) before you pull out the splendid 'Holy Silver Fine Sword (Mithrill Servel)' that is lowering from its waist.

"This way, if you can just disappear now, I'll miss you."

"Oh, yes, if that's how you say it goes -"

A pair that creates a swordswallowing atmosphere in Russia, but it's already a pain in the ass, for now, if you punch one in the face, it'll make you feel better.

so judged, and tried to cast magic on the short wand, at that time,

"Hey, why don't you stay around?

I react to that voice I was called upon to, and I turn my gaze towards you chillily.

Standing there is one man wrapped in an apprentice magician's black robe.

Mr. Krono - and his head tries to judge him, but he is immediately vetoed.

I'm not that tall, as tall as this Napa aristocrat is, and I'm slutty skinny in stature, and soon I can tell I'm separate from Mr. Chrono, and my voice is different in the first place.

Who? This guy.