Kuro no Maou

On the 16th of the month of Red Flame, counting from the 6th of the month of the first fire that occupied the village of Alsace, just a month and ten days have passed.

This is arguably a short time frame for the construction of a single fort in a peripheral village, but apparently it was not impossible for a thriving crusader.

"The construction of the Alsace Fortress seems to be going well"

As Commander-in-Chief of the Crusades, the Seventh Apostle Saliel divulged such sentiments when he saw the surrounding landscape, which was changing from a rural area in the countryside to a major stronghold worthy of being garrisoned by a large army of crusaders.

The village of Alsace, with its mid-island-like terrain sandwiched between the two rivers, the east-west river, which serves as an entrance and exit point, is already filled with a wide bridge of stubborn stone construction, and the stone walls, which are a necessity of defense, have seen the completion of more than half.

Saliel was currently visiting an inspection of Fortress Alsace, which would serve as a front-line base for Sparda attacks.

"We heard about Bishop Gregorius making further additions after he ceded Alsace land to Uncle Bergunt, but the aristocrats seem to have a good wingspan for the massive construction going so far"

Archbishop Luchrome, a deputy of beauty who refrains from going behind like a squire, responds to Saliel's words.

I should have realized that there was a mixture of whispering irony in that dialogue, but Saliel could only accept what he meant by words.

Most of all, it may be a trivial thing for Saliel, who already has to worry about what faction is in conflict and what is behind such a crusade.

Such a transcendental atmosphere was felt by Saliel looking at the construction without emotion.

But it's only someone else's feeling, and Sariel's true intentions can be quite different.

(Krono Mao led the demon clan here to fight)

Because of the fortification work under way, it is not possible to catch a glimpse of the signs of intense fighting at the time.

On the main entrance of the village stands a stone wall so splendid that it is incomparable with a poor fence of barbed wire and wood that the Black Hall (black box) and the hated Adventurer's Guild, which served as a fortress erected by the Demons, have also collapsed, and a warehouse has been built on the site to deliver soldiers.

No matter how super-sensitive the apostle may be, he cannot perceive at all the signs of black magic that Chrono would have emitted on this occasion.

At best, but only with faint magic drifting around the perimeter, seeping out of the magician carving the junction to be applied to the wall and the golem for civil work.

(It's this place or - that fights him)

Saliel moves his shining crimson eyes, and beyond that lies the magnificent Galahad Mountains, which are joined by giant mountains.

(- It's in that mountain, Fortress Galahad)

There is no way that Sariel could have seen it with his own eyes from this village of Alsace, but Sariel did ‘see’ it from here, an iron castle standing all over Mount Galahad.

In the Galahad Mountains, which stretch across the north and south, there are places where the mountains are interrupted as if the mythical giant had just cut them off there.

The only point where even the person's legs could be sufficiently crossed was the Galahad fortress on the iron wall, which Sparda boasted.

A robust and unmatched giant wall of walls, covered with rock, steel and junction, sits all from end to end where the mountain slices are like valleys.

Its vertically soaring black walls boast an enormous and overwhelming appearance, as if it were a dam, and have caused despair and a sense of giving up on all the Daedalus soldiers attacking here and in the days before.

Long ago, a man now stands on the great Great Wall, which has protected the mountain path of Galahad more than ever since the founding of Sparda.

When I was a year old, I had such things as grandeur, sharp eyes and thick eyebrows, and a rugged look on my face.

"Crusaders, or..."

Stirred by the strong wind of the blowing mountain, long hair as bright as a man's burning, the lion's tategami flickers like.

Even the large adults were so strong that they were likely to unwittingly shake their bodies, but the flesh of a man of great and benign stature did not shake slightly, as if growing even at the root from the back of his feet.

The man has his brilliant, golden eyes pointed far away as he joins his successful arms covered with tight muscles.

"- If it's ‘white', then I'm good at discussing the Dragon King Garvinal."

It is the only way to cross the mountain and the deep green covered mountain forest that stretches beneath your eyes, and the horizon that stretches across.

There is nothing to see from here other than its majestic nature, but he did ‘see' what the man called ‘white?’.

"Hey, Dad, no, don't be ridiculous."

That's when I heard voices coming from behind men.

Looking back slowly, there he was, a red-haired blonde, dressed in black military uniform, an authentic Spartan army outfit.

If you look at its color and face, you will see at a glance that he is a parent and child even if he does not call him "father".

"Ike, don't make a scene like that"

"I'll make a scene! If the king is gone, he'll make a scene! I've been thinking about you since you were a kid, but Dad, you're too free, and I'm probably appropriate, but not as good as my dad."

A father who shuts up loud and quiet remains a rugged look, but the actual inside would be something like his son poking him in the pain.

"But..."

"Yes, yes, no excuses, before I'm my father's son now, I'll let Hutu praise me for my unsolicited behavior, the deputy captain of the flourishing Spartan Army First Squad, Braveheart."

"Sorry."

"If you know what I mean"

The right-faced son, who looked just like the man when he was younger, lined up next to his father as he was and looked at the view from the Galahad fortress in the same way.

"So, what do you got?

"Um, probably, it's going to be a war"

A slightly flashy look appears on my father's dialogue.

"You just sent a messenger."

"Never come back."

To that assertion, I sighed heavily just when I came, and opened my mouth bitterly.

"I wouldn't struggle if I could diplomacy with my instincts, but I guess my dad's reckoning at times like this would hit me with a Dompisha..."

An army of mysterious humans who destroy Daedalus and call him a suddenly emerged crusader.

It is known that it came from the Ark continent beyond the sea, but much more is still wrapped in mystery.

Whether the opponent is an enemy or an ally, it won't start without exchanging words first, so I sent a messenger from Sparda as a first step in the dialogue, but if you believe his words, it means the worst negotiation there is ever to be.

"Will wrote to me, not by chance."

"Oh, no, he wrote that the Crusaders were nasty or something, even though he's totally, still a student, but hey, you're sniffing around about the extra-"

My son continues his words as he raises his red hair in the wind.

"-But then again, unlike us, Will is not smart enough, I can believe what he says more than a lousy official, if he's serious, well, I guess that's the trick."

"Uhm."

A little fantastical, but my father made the decision as he portrayed the face of his brilliant other son behind his brain.

We have to prepare for the war. We're going back to Sparta.

Yes, Your Majesty.

The two parents and children turned themselves over and followed the scene.

My father's name is Leonhardt Tristan Sparda, the current king of Sparda, who takes the alias' Sword King '.

His son's name is Eisenhardt Tristan Sparda, the first-born son of the King and first in the right to inherit the throne.

The first person in the Spartans to realize the signs of war against the Crusaders was, oddly enough, the king who would unite the country.