Kuro no Maou

He has had a big body since he was born.

And that becomes more pronounced as we grow over time.

By adulthood he had become a gigantic body over two metres long, and the power he had was overwhelming, even among wolf beasts (Warwolves) boasting tough flesh.

By the time I realized, it was in a settlement where the werewolf beasts lived, and not a single one could defeat him.

It may be half natural that he flew out of a small village like that and traveled to the outside world as an adventurer.

At that time he believed from the bottom of his heart that he was the strongest man in the world.

Asked from an early age, it is like the legendary wolf Lone Wolf Wolfgand, passed down to the Wolfbeast Man.

Yes, he was only the fitting, typical ‘village power pride’ of the word frog in the well.

And all the end ways that such a man may follow are similar.

Some meet those who have power over themselves, some know the existence of magic that is never rivaled by power, and others feed on monsters without understanding the difference in power.

If you are just strong enough to become an adventurer relying solely on your arms, and if you are also an adventurer working in an urban area in search of wealth and fame, many of them are divided into two things: knowing frustration and returning to their birthplace, or losing their lives on a quest.

And that, of a werewolf beast with only a large body admiring Wolfgand's legend, should have followed the same fate as many.

In fact, he experiences similarities with many.

Sometimes lightly embellished with just one arm, sometimes magically blackburned, almost eaten by monsters, etc., it's even ridiculous to count at the earliest.

He knew the breadth of the world, that there were fifty thousand in the world, such as' strong beings' who would never rival him no matter how hard he tried.

But he never stopped the adventurer, let alone the monster.

Is that why?

The answer is simple, an answer that any adventurer knows - because he had company.

At first, a swordsman who was somehow to form together just to say he was one of a kind.

But if that swordsman hadn't protected his back, he would have defeated a large crowd of pushing windows.

The next person I met was an archer.

The two swordsmen would have been friendly and charcoal extinguished before they stepped in time for the sword to arrive if the archers who would have allowed a ranged attack hadn't ruled out the goblin magicians.

And so again, with all the adventurers, he, no, they met.

By the time his rank rose to 2, a five-man party had been made, with archers and magicians among them on the two swordsmen.

Balanced as an adventurer, his party survived various quests with difficulty, causing countless wounds, yet no one lacked an adventurer's life.

And when I realized, the rank of the party had been promoted to 4.

Yes, he grew up to be an adventurer who could only be called first class when he was only ‘proud of the power of the village' like anywhere else.

The sentiment that I am the strongest man in the world is already a far past.

He is a first-class adventurer in fame, not only with his title, but also with his high strength now hosting the protection of 'Lonely Wolf Wolfgand' and his companions who have dived through many difficulties together.

Therefore,

"Eleventh Apostolic Mass"

That's why

"Well, you don't know what the devils mean by this name, Ked -"

The woman's work was unforgivable.

"Well, don't bore me. Die funny as much as you can."

If you're an adventurer, you're ready to lose your life at any time.

They will be eaten and killed by monsters, they will die on a dungeon trap, or they will be attacked by peers targeting the embezzlement of their prey, or they will be attacked by bandits for money and equipment to expose their bodies.

"Look, you mustn't die instantly, give him a mutilated demon healthy enough to sound like a god in heaven, then die."

If a monster eats you, resent your powerlessness.

"You guys, come on, existence itself is a sin, you know?

If you get into a trap, you can resent your carelessness.

"That's why you shouldn't live."

If you are attacked by a merchant enemy, a bandit, you can resent yourself for exposing the gap.

"But if I were to die anyway, wouldn't you think it would be better if you entertained me, the apostle, when I met God in heaven?

But to him now,

"Oh, yeah, if the Demons killed other Demons, it would make you better off working for God, hey, you wolves there. Come on -"

Rather than resent your helplessness,

"Why don't you kill the other guy for a second?

All I could do was hate this woman.

"What? No? What are you talking about, you demon tribe? Listen to what the human race has to say, see, I'm happy to shake its tail, because this is what this eleventh Apostolic Mass, chosen by God, is saying, there's no way I'm not going to do it -" Holy Love Charm ""

The woman's eyes glowed demonically in peaches, just like her own hair.

"Look, you're dying to kill me, aren't you?

The moment there were those eyes and his eyes, his destiny was decided, bewitched by her, to a cruel and hilarious destiny.

"Well, let's start by tearing apart the same filthy dogs you did."

He was sane, he couldn't have accepted the woman's words, that is, blading his own people, party members, etc.

But what magical effect it has, his body begins to move to obey the woman's words.

He slashes his people with a great sword.

Kill the swordsman, the archer, the sorcerer, with your own hands, a trusted companion who has walked with you for years.

Wave, slash, slap, and crush the bragging sword with its tough arms that have been reinforced by squeezing in the material of the monster you defeated with your buddies.

All he is allowed to do is keep his sanity, and he cannot shed tears or weep over the death of his companions.

The woman laughed and looked at it like that.

"Well, it's time for you to die, as much blood as you can, in a flashy way."

How much time has passed, long, short, either way, blaming bitterness as hell, finally comes to an end.

Because only he and two women are on this occasion, and the one who kills them anymore, there's no one left to kill them anywhere.

No, one more person, here is the one to kill, the enemy to kill.

If you noticed, he had his body freedom back.

Then there's only one thing to do.

"What? What, out of time? Oh, it stinks. Don't bother me too much."

It was the fastest and biggest blow of his adventurer life.

Too destructive enough to kill her only to look like that luxurious human girl.

But the woman is not a human being, she is a 'monster’ very similar to what a person looks like.

"I don't know, how does it feel to be stabbed with your own weapon?

Hate, to the point.

If you noticed, there was no power left to spit out that short word at him who was pierced through his heart and in an instant state of death.

Therefore, what remains there is the remnants of his soul that engraved his will, his resentment of hatred.

He is defeated, but he cannot forgive, this defeat is unforgivable, even if he is an adventurer ready to die, he cannot forgive the woman who killed these men, he cannot admit to dying like this.

Hate, kill, absolutely kill, this woman, dead or dead...

Until in case of that abomination, the blade of evil eats away.

He died, but the resentment dwelt as a new will, now at this time, on the sword of his fangs, which he had been waving for many years.

It's called a 'curse', as the will of madness.

I cut up my bareback in the right place and put the "Tooth Sword" Bad Eclipse "in my hand, no, now the cursed weapon turned into the name" Hungry Wolf Sword "Bad Eclipse", into shadow space.

"How was it? Did you see anything?

The voice from behind belongs to Fiona.

I'm wearing the same witch costume as usual today.

"Oh, I saw the worst memory..."

Should I say that it is only fragmentary, but all conjecture is on, it follows?

I exhaled heavily and sat straight up on the green lawn, the inn garden.

"Really?"

I appreciate her words that I don't try to hear in detail, and I wasn't in the mood right now to explain the sight of that bowel boiling back in my mouth.

Now I realize that I'm surprised by the sweat on my face and my body, and I've never had a hard time so far ruling the cursed weapon with blackening.

The degree of curse feels the same as "curse", but in any case, the background of the curse is something that concerns me, and more importantly, the properties of the evil eating magic have jumped the difficulty of planting blackening.

Still, I managed to ‘handle it to some extent' in this way.

If you throw it into space magic (Dimension) without being able to handle it at all, the magic will collapse after eating the magic that builds space.

So far, in the shadows, The Hungry Wolf Sword "Bad Eating" seems to be making a big deal out of it, so I'd say the curse rule has been a success somehow.

Maybe Vulcan is helping me by saying, "I can't help it, I'm a leader" or something.

What do you think is too sentimental?

The curse is separate from the consciousness of the person, resentment is just a form of thought that condenses a person's resentment.

It's different from good and evil, from instinct and reason, from the mind and soul of a cloudy man.

Even if I know by reason, I still can't help but think of that extravagant werewolf beast.

"Sounds like a long time and tired, if you seemed out of hand, shouldn't you still have sold it?

"No, it's okay, I can use it somehow"

In the first place, there are only a few circumstances in which I possess the Hungry Wolf Sword "Bad Eating" which I have thus turned into a weapon of curse.

A bounty had been placed on the culprit who had been attacking the Sparda woman in a row here recently.

The request (quest) to capture these felons also seems to exist in urban areas, and some adventurers were actually following the jote.

In my case, I don't know, but it turned out to be a corpse, but it doesn't make any difference what I caught.

And if the adventurer captures the killer, they have the right to not only the bounty, but also the ownership of the property the killer holds at that time.

I don't know what to say, we treat criminals like monsters around here, if you think about it, do you stick around?

So, both Fiona and I had more rights than we were adventurers, so even the Hungry Wolf Sword "Bad Eating", which caused the crime, could gain possession of it.

Normally, a cursed weapon or other immediate sale is Theory, but I have the art of dealing with cursed weapons, and I didn't feel like letting go of the Vulcan sword.

Well, it took a little trouble to own a said weapon that was used to kill people on a boulder.

"It's a curse, but it's also his will, if I survive that battle, I'll clear my grudges."

"Right."

Fiona's face, nodding, is still the same sleepless expression as usual.

"I'm sorry I messed up," he apologized over and over again about that time, so I decided not to touch it much.

I don't really want to remind you of Fiona's puppety cold vibe either, so I won't imitate it as if it's a mix-up.

"Well, then let's go on a quest."

Three days have passed since then, and today is the 16th of the month of Red Flame.

Finally, Lily's feathers are fully healed and the adventurer is back in business today.

"After breakfast, right?"

"Right."

When I get up from the lawn, I walk out to withdraw to the inn thinking it was time for Lily to wake up and come down to the dining room.

Then Fiona follows him next door without a sound.

Is it my fault that it seems that since that day three days ago, the distance when I walk has come closer?

"What is it, Mr. Chrono? I've got some hard eyes."

"No, it's nothing, never mind"

The new silver ring that shines on Fiona's left hand pharmacopoeia finger is still reminiscent of the engagement ring and is going to be weirdly aware of it, which is troublesome.