Kuro no Maou

That was when Simon was pulling blueprints for a new storage facility - no, a mass production rifle that would be in the lab for several more times.

"Huh, ha, ha!

From the front entrance, a high laugh echoed that I had just heard yesterday about.

"That could be..."

"I am the great -"

Even if not, it was an electric visit by Wilhardt, the second prince of Sparda.

The sound of walking down the corridor with Doshidoshi echoes as he raises the voice of a grand name.

Simon decided to cut one end of the work and deal with this slightly troubled prince.

"Um, what can I do for you?

When Simon, like reluctantly, opens the lab door, a skinny Will stands there following a single maid.

"Oh, you showed up, little alchemist. Simon Friedrich Baldiel!

"What is that unsolicited hatred!?

Moreover, it contains cracks and rude nuances.

"Mm, take a good reaction inside, huh, kids are still the best"

"I'm an adult now!

Wilhardt poms Simon's head with a grand laugh.

"So, what can I do for you?

Simon questioned the requirements again as he fixed his bouncing hair for the act of being stroked.

I don't show how I care at all about the maid who refrains behind me, because it is a famous story in the Royal Sparda Seminary that she is Wilhardt's escort, and because the fact that someone of his stature is taking the escort is common sense that there is nothing strange from Simon with a noble family name, though bent.

He wasn't there yesterday when he visited, but Simon expected he was probably lurking right around the corner.

"I've been trying to deepen my friendship with Chrono again today, but, uh, apparently he's not here."

"Your brother's not our student yet, so he doesn't come here every day."

I didn't really speak of the covert desire to have you come even every day, but told him that if he were to visit instead, he would be more likely to meet me at the 'Cat's Tail Pavilion'.

It's complete personal information, but it's troublesome even if the other person is the other person, weirdly hiding things and getting in a bad mood.

Besides, Wilhardt is not wacky enough to teach a suspicious person who doesn't know his face, name, or identity, who has such a certain identity that he has no more than this one: royalty.

"Well, if you haven't come, there's no choice."

All right, then you'll be back with this, Simon decided, and the thought had already begun to crack with regard to the structure of the mass-produced rifle that had been cut off earlier.

However,

"Then I will deepen my friendship with you, Simon."

"Huh?"

Simon stiffened to the unexpected offer.

"Ha ha, aren't we already friends who surrounded the same table and drank cups together!

Rather than a table, he just sat on the floor, but even if it were a cup, Simon drank tea brewed from his hand.

But apparently, if you took it to Wilhardt, that was enough to name him a friend.

All of a sudden Simon is a little stunned by the declaration of friends, but whether he is aware of the reaction or not, Wilhardt proceeded to talk sarcastically with his well-rounded mouth.

"I was interested in a weapon I heard yesterday called a 'no magic' gun, Simon, you made this gun yourself, you treated yourself, you dealt with the Crusaders as a great force for the Lion Rapids, could you show me its power and skill?"

In yesterday's story, Wilhardt had heard how active Simon had been in the Alsace defense.

Not as good as Simon, but not as good at magic or martial arts, Wilhardt can also be said to be half natural to be interested in a weapon called a gun that has defeated dozens of enemies with just one.

"Uh, nothing, fine..."

Simon is a familiar personality, but I don't feel bad to hear you say this so far, a person who rarely has a favourable impression of guns.

And most importantly, it is a great opportunity to sell guns into the Royal Family of Sparda.

Simon had no reason to refuse Wilhardt's offer.

"Okay, so shall we go to the practice hall as soon as possible?

Now show me the power of the threat that crucified the head of that crusader!

and Wilhardt, who heads to the front door early enough with his usual high laugh.

I'm glad you're expecting a gun, but I still can't get tired of hearing this, so Simon left it in the lab and opened the door to pick up Yataglass II, the only rifle in the current situation.

I never could carry a rifle to welcome Wilhardt to the boulder, but Simon always tried to keep the gun at hand.

Though rank one, they are all adventurers Simon, it is natural habit to carry weapons at all times, and if they experience a fierce battle in the village of Alsace, their awareness will increase even further.

So when Simon took the 'Yatta Glass Duplex' that was on the table,

"Master Simon."

"Whew!?

Suddenly he was called from behind, and Simon was surprised enough to jump up.

Looking back and confirming the Lord of the Voice as he restrained himself from setting up a rifle and about to fire instantly, there stands a maid, Wilhardt's escort.

"I, Prince Wilhardt, am standing by to escort you, my name is Celia Lambourg, please feel free to join Celia"

"Ha, ha, thank you very much..."

Simon sends a suspicious glance at the maid of beauty standing in front of him, wondering what the hell this escort maid is for.

Even under Simon's slightly alarming gaze, the escort maid Celia stared straight back at her pale watery eyes without shaking them slightly.

"Finally, you may also nickname Prince Wilhardt Will, rather, I hope you will do the same."

"Really?"

In the meantime, Simon calms down a little to a friendly story.

So much so that I thought you might be threatened not to come near the prince at ease.

"Blah, Master Will doesn't have a single friend, so I hope we get along"

"Yes..."

While I was surprised at Celia's attitude, which was becoming more and more shattered with every kind of dialogue, Simon wondered if the rumor of a second prince without friends was true.

Eisenhardt, a first prince who graduated some years ago, was familiar to so many students that he could be called the school idol, but the popularity of Wilhardt, a second prince, was refreshing.

To the delicate position of a second prince, that tone, for reasons that are just a little difficult to approach, but the biggest reason Wilhardt is unacceptable is his weaker strength than his brilliant brother.

This was too lethal to become popular in the martial arts proud sparda.

Even though her sister's third princess, Charlotte, is a typical Wagamma princess, she is extremely popular because, for one thing, her magical prowess is high.

"I don't want Zero friends because I care a lot about him."

"Right, I get it"

Simon showed intense consent.

The lonely situation without a single friend was the same as Simon's.

Now that we have an understander named Chrono, we can no longer remember any burdens, but the lonely emotions are understandable enough that Wilhardt even has a boiling sense of intimacy.

Not only that, but Simon had a conversation yesterday where he felt that a person named Wilhardt had no pride or consciousness specific to the royal matrimonial nobility, contrary to its tone.

Even in relation to Chrono, yes, no matter how many lives I was saved, it's an isolated difference of identity between royalty and rank two adventurers with no identity, I'm honored just to exchange words, and what they say is normal.

It was true that Wilhardt's such attitude was a pretty good impression on Simon.

"Neither do I, Prince Wilhardt - I hope to deepen my friendship with Will."

That's why this answer wasn't just a social dictionary, it was Simon's heart.

"Really, thank you"

"Um."

"What is it?

"Head, will you stop stroking me"

On Simon's head, who seemed a little embarrassed, was Celia's hand gently stroking her glossy gray hair.

"Excuse me, my hands are on their own"