Kuro no Maou

At a time when the bell noise indicating noon echoed into the city of Sparda, Krono, dressed in new gear and in an upbeat mood, was returning to seminary.

The extraordinary comfort brought about by The Devil's Embrace (Diabolos Embrace), which has a black coat-like appearance, still sustains Chrono's emotion.

Rather, if you actually wear it this way and walk, it feels so much lighter once again. A grin spills from Chrono's face unexpectedly at that wonderful unity.

But he seems suspicious enough to walk with a grin on his face, dressed in a thick leather black coat, under the harsh sunny weather of the heat.

Chrono was unaware that the students on the road were naturally avoiding it.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Chrono!

There was, however, a voice here to the perfectly suspicious Chrono.

When it comes to the perception of someone who calls himself "Mr. Chrono," the witch who is brawling about learning to eat or buy by now comes to mind first, but to the extent that she can already tell by her voice alone, she has a relationship.

It soon became clear that the voice now called upon was not hers, well, if so, who the hell is it, and the answer turned around and came out immediately.

"Oh, isn't that Mr. Nell"

There stood the princess of Avalon, who, making her a beautiful girl with dark hair and white wings from her back, looked too distinctive.

"Long time no see"

"Oh, yes, it's been a long time!

Nell and I are thanking each other for greeting him somewhere tenuous, since he was stuck in the dining room around the end of last month.

Even if you are a student of the same school, you will not see each other that way if the course is different, and you will also go on quest as adventurers with each other, so it will be natural not to face each other for nearly a month.

Still, Chrono honestly rejoices in the coincidence of just being reunited like this.

"Um, me, I have to apologize to Mr. Krono..."

"Huh, what is it?

There is no sardine to apologize to her. As for Chrono, it is a cliché that floats the hatena mark.

"Um... I'm really sorry about what happened in the dining room, because there seems to be some terrible rumors going around about Mr. Chrono!

"Ah."

Speaking of which, it's not enough to forget, no, it's more a matter of concern to me that Eddie sincerely expects me to be instrumental in improving the rumors.

But Chrono had a half-way outlook on people's sexuality, unfortunate accomplishments, and half-way through this rumor of "a vicious tentacle man who humiliated the princess of Avalon in daylight," and had nothing to think of against Nell himself, although it was the beginning of the commotion.

"Uh, no, I'd be lying if I didn't care, but it's not about Mr. Nell apologizing."

"Ugh, well..."

It's strange because when you put your sincerely sorry face in front of Nell, who floats in a white beauty, it seems worse to you instead.

In fact, Chrono realized at this point that a surprising gaze was beginning to gather from the students around him.

"It's not a wack that did me any harm, and it was almost a month ago, so you don't have to worry about it anymore.

Besides, I've already forgotten about me because the rumor is that I have won the Wing Road for the evil slave trader. "

Yes, as long as there is no new werewolf doubt about Princess Nell here, the students will forget about Chrono and all that beautifully.

"Yes, the rumor here is that I was involved in the quest I took before, and I wanted to say thank you to Nell."

"Oh, yes, do you? Oh, but then maybe Mr. Krono's quest..."

In the meantime, Chrono takes a deep breath that he has succeeded in changing the subject.

But with just one word of "involved," Nell, who immediately perceives the situation, contrary to some laid back atmosphere, his head seems to spin rapidly out of the blue.

"Is this Farren's bandit crusade?

"Yes, I didn't officially take it, but I crusaded it as it turned out"

"Um, if it's good, why don't you let me ask?

Unlike during the Battle of Alsace, all this time, it is nothing short of telling people.

The bandits that Chrono encountered were brilliantly devastated, the women who had been caught were also saved physically and mentally thanks to Lily, there is no part to talk about anywhere, rather you can be proud of.

In the meantime, it was a resolution with a party called "Element Master", not by himself, so Chrono told me the backdrop of things without exaggerating in particular.

However, you can't go divulging a woman's ‘true memory’ where it's bad, there's proper deception to make sure it's not uncomfortable.

"- Well, then, after all, it was Mr. Chrono who rescued our students who were caught!

Chrono was only fighting one of the caution sticks, so it was Lily and Fiona's female combination that actually rescued him.

But the details are fine, before the momentum nell,

"As it were, well, that's what's gonna happen"

It was a chrono that inadvertently spewed out the word of affirmation.

"Oh, I'm so glad, I've been so worried about them..."

Apparently, Nell was involved in this case because he wanted to rescue a girl student from the same school who was caught by bandits, without going against her angelic appearance.

However, although it was the mastermind that crushed it, the example female student remained in the hands of the bandits and was never transferred to Sparda's mansion as a commodity.

Therefore, no member of Wing Road was able to rescue them directly.

Still, we were lucky in the sense of increasing fame because we were able to help all the beautiful girls, including the daughter of the Fallen nobility, who would be the most important commodity for the slave traders, intact.

"Whatever I say, thank you so much! Oh, if you don't mind, why don't you join us for lunch? It's not a big thank you - and I would definitely like to introduce you and your brothers to Mr. Chrono properly!

"Oh, no, that's..."

I get a little anxiety on Chrono's chest.

I don't know what Nell thinks, but Chrono realizes that in one case in the example dining room, two of Avalon's princesses, Nero and Charlotte, Princess of Sparda, were intent on killing for what they deserved.

I wouldn't be upset toward face to face, but I wouldn't be able to if they told me if we could just face to face and get along.

At least Chrono isn't that good at abdominal arts, and the other party won't want that kind of friendship.

The more impossible it was to overshadow, the worst first impression I could make, so Chrono doesn't want to meet them face to face if he can.

Things are awkward when you fight with your classmates, not on any level, they are royal, and weirdly you don't know what happens if you buy grudges.

If you consider the worst possible, Lily and Fiona are not silent if anything happens to Chrono.

That's not Chrono's complacency, it comes from a hands-on experience where the two of them didn't quite lower their drinks after leaving the dining room on one example.

If those two earnestly learned to be angry, I'm sure the stars and the sun would fall in a one-set dorm dedicated to executive candidates.

"Sorry, I have an appointment today"

Immediately decide that this is the right place to say no. It was a chrono practicing staying away from the prince danger.

Besides, it's not a whole lie that you have an appointment.

"Oh, really? I'm sorry."

Where Nell looked so sorry that no man could leave him alone, Chrono's judgment is unshakeable.

"Well, then, here I am."

Chrono decided to cut it up early, feeling the crisis that if he was dealing with the princess any more, he would not know what kind of serpent he would be.

We already have Wilhardt who has deepened our friendship so much that we may call him a friend, that we tend to forget the special nature of being royal, but when we deal with him again in this way, we recognise the risk that one of our words and deeds could be outrageous.

Being Japanese, Chrono can't have the confidence to deal with the unreasonably well brought about by his identity, such as when to step on a mine.

Then I've never crossed the mine field to avoid it.

"Ah, uh, the... yes, I'll see you later, Mr. Chrono"

Though Nell still didn't hide the unfortunate appearance, he felt his hair pulled back slightly, Chrono left the scene without stopping.

Today Simon was visiting the Stratos Blacksmith Workshop where he was going.

Even so,

"Well, uncle, I'll try and shoot you soon!

Looks like he was just leaving the store.

Simon, in uniform carrying two long cylinders, no, and a rifle, leaves the tree door with the season in momentum.

"Yes, come on in"

Leggin Stratos, a blacksmith, dropped Simon off with a loving smile, as usual, looking like such a child was shaking.

When it's time for the noon bell to ring, Simon smiles more and more if he forgets to have lunch and shoots‘ new 'in the school's practice area.

Leggin, who felt warm as if he had dealt with even his healthy grandson, tried to return to work in that good mood, at that time.

"Excuse me, Mr. Leggin said - whoa, I'm just lucky to be out in the store"

From the door opened again, with a heavy voice, a large black shadow appeared.

"Oh, isn't this Chairman Moldred, I didn't know you could bother coming to such a zero mill"

Leggin, who saw the Lord of that voice, Vine Velz Moldred, a giant skeleton dressed in a pitch-black robe and brilliant gold, uttered those words with a float.

If you're a blacksmith, you can't tell how big a name the current chairman is for Sparda's largest Moldred Weapons Chamber, its founder.

Besides, if you are a large client who actually asks you to manufacture a weapon underneath you, it is all the more so.

But not showing Leggin how surprised he was at all made the two of them see that there was some interaction.

The opposing Moldred greets there as well, whispering down into the round chair where Simon had his little butt on until earlier. What a casual attitude.

"I brought you an invitation, I wonder, Mr. Leggin, this year."

One ticket above the counter was put on Hilarious with Moldred's bone hands.

"Oh, is it that time of year already"

Behind a thick round eyelid lens, the leggings eyes narrow.

The gaze was poured on the ticket placed, and it traversed the letter 'Curse Gladiator Games (Curse Carnival)' written there.

"Hmm, yeah, let me work with you this year"

The purple glow that lit the orbits of the mandible faded into the words.

"Well, I didn't know you could hear such a colorful reply, which meant it was worth inviting you every year, or -"

"Yeah, as you can guess, it's a change of heart, seeing a promising young man in the future up close, it's amazing how much passion I thought had dried up."

Leggin stares straight at Moldred's glance, which sways with joy.

His eyes also dwelt a sharp light no less than that of a skeleton with this dreadful appearance.

"Oh, wonderful! Can I expect this, Mr. Leggin, that you will strike the 'again' curse weapon?"

"The blank is long, but, well, if you're about to adjust, you can"

"No, I don't mind, even if that's enough.

By the way, what ‘promising young man’ changed Mr Leggin's mind?

Leggin lifts his black bump glasses with a quick index finger and then responds with an old man's expression about his lovely grandson.

"I can't tell you my name because I'm confidential, but hehe, that kid is amazing, because he's trying to 'create' more deaths than I do.

By the way, does Chairman Mordred know anything about a weapon called a 'gun'?