Kuro no Maou

Separating from Chrono and Wilhardt, who were to attend the afternoon class, Simon finally started walking back to the lab and dorm after completing the trial shooting of the remaining prototype rifle on the exercise floor to his satisfaction.

The time is long after lunch break, and the afternoon class is in the middle of nowhere.

Simon also usually has classes because he is a student of magic engineering courses, but he basically skips because he only chooses classes where he can get credit if he completes the written exam that takes place at the end of the semester.

Simon, who burns in his sense of purpose when he has to develop weapons, including guns, as soon as possible, doesn't spend his time carelessly attending classes that only serve as a review of the knowledge he's had in mind some time ago.

Even before I was an adventurer in the village of Alsace, I enjoyed studying alchemy and skipped class.

That's how I came home strained to refine the research and development that I'm still obsessed with today, where I waited for him.

"Finally back, Simon"

"Whew, sister Leah!?

He was Emelia Friedrich Baldier, a shining stepsister on the seat of NO1, a person I don't want to meet in Sparda.

I don't even have to think about why her home living room is as generous as tea in the dorm lounge.

I came to check on myself.

"Welcome back, Mr. Simon"

And for some reason, Simon was slightly confused by Fiona's appearance in her seat with her.

Is it true that this somewhat naturally entered witch also made it a general of Sparda and entertained Emelia, a great nobleman?

Behind the appearance of tightness, Emelia is quite a tolerant character except for herself, so I don't see any problem unless she works with so much disrespect, but the other person is‘ that ’Fiona.

However, he was immediately relieved that it was apparently okay, especially since the swordswallowing atmosphere was not a wax flowing into the lounge either.

It is easy to imagine that if these two started a ‘fight', they would disappear without a trace, such as this run-down wooden two-story.

Simon knows his sister's strength, of course, because he also knows Fiona's strength, who set the sun over the heads of crusader soldiers.

"Now, if you'll excuse me for this. Sister brother, have a good time without water."

And, more than anything, Fiona, who takes a seat. Tea treats are held in their arms.

"Oh, hey."

Usually you can't read the air, but at times like this, it was Simon who resented her a little.

"Thanks Fiona, I'll see you later"

"Yes, Mr. Emelia, I'll be waiting for you."

Simon, somewhat stunned at how he and I were feeling so friendly without knowing each other, could only see Fiona off as she left for her room.

"Oh, well, here I am, too."

"Sit down, Simon"

"Yes......"

Simon, who failed to take it off at Nori on the spot, took to his seat in the lounge as his dreaded sister commanded.

I only remember having a good chat with Chrono all the time when I sat in this lounge, but I wondered if a page of bitter memories would be carved here today, which made me a little depressed again.

"Um, what are you doing here today?

The seated chair is right next to Emelia, not on the other side of the table, facing each other at such a distance that the knees touch each other.

Standing in front of him, no, in front of Emelia, who is sitting, Simon must not feel heavily pressured, either in appearance or psychologically.

"It's been over a month since I've returned to school, I was wondering what it's like."

It still makes me feel even more like I was expecting a punch test.

"It's no different."

"Well, it's the same. Class is skipping."

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

At least for today, there is no escape.

If he attends class properly, Simon should be penned in some classroom by now, and he won't be coming back to this dorm.

"Yes, I can take credit, so it's okay."

"... well, I have to be passionate about the adventurer's imitation until I'm suspended"

It is unlikely that the boulder will be able to flee to another country as an adventurer this time.

Although I didn't intend to stay away from Sparta for long because of gun research and development.

"I gave you enough money to graduate, so if you keep graduating, there's no problem."

I've used the other half or so, and I can't even tell you it's Simon with a torn mouth.

If we don't get enough investment from Chrono in the future, Simon, who is also sealed with the means of suspending school, will still have to run around as if a merchant on the verge of bankruptcy were on a golden course.

That's why I could sell my body knowing I'd be the president's pet.

In the meantime, such a worst future is not coming right now, so if you think about it after all, you escape reality.

"But there are limits to the credits you can earn from writing exams only."

Emelia, whose only boulder is a former theological student. Courses are different but roughly grasp the system of credit acquisition in this school.

Simon's genius brains allow him to score high on all of the written exams imposed in this school, but otherwise he cannot meet graduation requirements without earning some credits in terms of practical skills.

However, although executive and knight courses are often practical, such as crusading certain monsters, magic engineering courses are not of any importance when it comes to combat, so there are enough practical subjects that even impotent simons can complete.

"I'm thinking of going on an outdoor exercise next week."

One of them is this.

Students of executive and knight courses weighing in on combat technology incorporate the activities of adventurers as part of their classes, like the brave 'Wing Road'.

But they only aspire to be knights who make up the Spartan army, not adventurers.

Adventurers' activities are not the best way to learn to fight in action, but they are not the practice of collective action required of the Knights.

The class, called this outdoor exercise, consists of forming a hundred-sized unit of students only and actually going through mass combat.

Only simple directives such as crusade targets and places come down from the teachers' side, from which all the earlier operational actions must be carried out by the students.

Of course, a number of supervisory teachers will accompany them, but basically only in their role of scoring students' operational behavior, without any advice.

In the Royal Seminary of Sparda, this outdoor exercise is a major event in each course joint, and if you participate, you will be awarded quite a few credits, while at the same time attracting promising and attention in the future if you can be active here.

"Well, taking part in an outdoor internship is a good choice, good luck"

"Yeah, I'll do my best."

That said, for Simon, I only thought this outdoor exercise would be about an opportunity to use a prototype rifle in action.

Of course, it's a thankful story to get credit, but that's why it can't be even more active.

However, if you hired the 'Element Master' who is enrolled in the Adventurer's Course as a mercenary,

(If those three were there, they wouldn't be in the exercise...)

Most importantly, we do not deal with particularly powerful monsters, so there is no benefit to Chronos participating in outdoor exercises aimed at purely improving their strength.

(Speaking of which, you heard that even when Sister Leah was a student, she wasn't an exercise at all, too strong)

I recall the majesty of my sister, who had already bombarded the two names of "Storm Warfare Maiden (Valkyrie Storm)" since that time.

If someone, like her, had the ability to fly out of battle to show up once in a while, it would end badly.

With 'Wing Road' this year, I could still expect the outdoor exercise to be in easy mode.

(Ha, I was still honestly respectable back then, but now...)

Simon and I don't resent my sister from the bottom of my heart.

Originally, I had no power and talent at all to live up to her expectations.

Now I can no longer regret it and weep, but it is still a complex engraved deep in my chest, and I am heartbroken by the mundane applause.

"What's the matter, you look like you don't float"

"No, it's nothing!

I can't even come up with an appropriate excuse, but for now I decide to mislead with momentum.

If you have a dark face, you don't know what kind of ass it can lead to by raising it.

I don't have any grudges against my sister, but I'd like to ask you a favor.

"Even in outdoor exercises, I guess I'll use that gun and the dogs. Are you also anxious about the power of Sole?

"Ah."

Shit, it's too late to think.

He returned to the dorm and was ordered to sit there, so he remained carrying the rifle he had tried and shot until just now.

A gun, arguably the crystal of Simon's technology, is not a pleasant weapon from the point of view of Emelia, who despises alchemy itself.

If you see the result that Simon, who was supposed to be a knight, dumped both his sword and spear and got this gun in her hand, her mood is not much to observe.

This is a complete three-hour sermon route confirmed, and I decide to be sadly prepared.

"What's the matter, are you anxious about the power of the gun?

"It's..."

Even the scale of Salamander, which can be pierced by a single blow if Emelia waves a spear, the gun is still only marginally powerful enough to hurt.

Or while Simon pulls the trigger and defeats one soldier, Emelia's spear will blow ten soldiers away.

In this world, the power of guns does not extend far to the attacks carried out by one of the most elite knights.

But still, Simon is proud of the gun he created. The same thing a knight would put on his sword.

Guns are the ultimate weapon that gives a certain strength to a weak self without magic or strength.

No matter how sharp the sharp sword is or the wand that houses immense magic, Simon will be dull if he wields it, and it will just become a stick.

A gun, only a gun makes me stronger. If I shot him, even Goblin could be defeated, and most importantly, I buried all those horrible crusader soldiers.

The trust in the gun that Simon already holds is elevated enough to even be called a kind of faith.

Therefore, no matter how scorned, disparaged and denied from this‘ strong without having to rely on guns’, Simon can never say, "guns are weak, inferior weapons".

"I'm not anxious, because I believe in guns I've built."

So I'll just pass this claim.

(But I was wondering if you could keep me from adding your sermons in an hour or so...)

and wait for my fearful sister to respond, praying for how far backwards.

"... If you could have worked in an outdoor exercise, you could admit a little bit of Sole"

"Huh?"

Simon's thoughts freeze for a moment in a totally unexpected positive dialogue.

"Besides, you wouldn't have a chance to be on the front line on the magic engineering course."

"Oh... yeah, you are"

Simon's confusion grows deeper and deeper over how Emelia adds an excused dialogue somewhere.

Emelia says grandly with her straight cold eyes at all times, but now she is slightly out of sight.

I know things are just a little different than usual, but to her heart, Simon couldn't possibly understand it without telepathic abilities.

(I don't know what's going on, I'm going to say something I understand today... what are you up to, sister Leah)

Simon's suspicion only deepens to Emelia, who is turned to the eye of suspicion and has an uncomfortable atmosphere somewhere.

"I'm leaving today. Simon, do your outdoor exercises."

"Oh, yeah... I get it"

Simon had no words to stop Emelia, who had finally taken her seat, and could only stare at her back as she left.

"Hey, what was that..."

"Ha... it's not good as it is"

Nell Julius Ellord, who made him the first princess of Avalon and with the figure and beauty of an angel, exhaled a small sigh with a worrying expression in his classroom seat at the window.

One man was the cause of making her smile, usually soft as warm sunshine, such a troubled face.

"Mr. Krono..."

It is a man named Chrono who is enrolled in the Adventurer's Course, who just came face to face during his lunch break.

The encounter with him was casual: helping where horses were stuck and in trouble in the village of Dakia.

At that time, thanks to the psycholeptic (telepathic) abilities in which he resides, it is clearly engraved in Nell's brain as a delightful memory that rarely, quickly and perfectly, human help succeeded.

It was an event that would otherwise end with a nice page of memories, but from there it was beginning to have strange causes with him.

Most recently, I noticed that.

(Mr. Krono is the one who drove that horrible larspun to death. If it weren't for that injury, we could have been in danger too)

The first is the Larspun Crusade, where the adventurer party Wing Road, to which she belongs, became an achievement that rose to Rank 5.

When I was in front of the larspun of my hand, there was only a degree of recognition that I was just lucky, but if I knew directly who created the state, my impression would change again.

I was aware of the circumstances in which a certain adventurer fought Larspun, in the words of Wilhardt, who apparently encountered the scene where Chrono fought.

And it wasn't until some time later that I realized that the adventurer Wilhardt bragged about, "Chrono," and the person who accidentally reunited in the dining room were the same person.

(Oh, but I'm the one who annoys Mr. Krono so much...)

The current situation, the most troubling cause, is here.

The noise in that dining room led to an unbearable bad reputation for the person who helped me out of pure goodness.

From the kind-hearted Nell, if you think that good young man will be whispered his uncalled slander around, the deep sorrow will come up with his big breasts just torn apart.

Well, if you apologize for that,

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

And I said it without permission.

He wasn't even resentful in the first place when he said he suffered a great deal of psychological distress because of the inconvenience he caused.

That's not only for me, but for Charlotte, who's been intruding early on, and even my brother, who was pretty serious.

(And yet I, I haven't been able to give anything back to Mr. Chrono...)

For Nell, who feels no less guilty about this matter, he could not be sweetened by an attitude that is only generous: forgiving Chrono for everything.

(Plus, I need to thank Mr. Krono more properly for saving my students from banditry)

And the second cause is that he saved the female student he tried to save.

One of Farren's bandits successfully smashed his‘ head ’with a first hand by his brother with a mysterious information network who had previously discovered that Spartan slave traders were the mastermind act.

In a case like this one, it can be said that it was the most appropriate decision to crush the mastermind first.

If we let him get away with it, he's just poorly endowed with money and power, and it's not impossible to get back on track.

However, in one respect, the rescue of the female students initially listed by Nell, Ate came off completely.

Many of the women captured by the bandits in Farren had already been sent here when they stepped into the merchants' hall.

As a result, he succeeded in rescuing the visible women, including the children of the Fallen nobility, once and for all. But the key female students were not included in it.

"Ha ha! Idiot, the fact that they haven't sent me here means that the woman is a comforter to the filthy bandits!!

That one word that the captured slave trader unleashed when questioning the whereabouts of the female students was sufficient to make Nell aware of his failures.

The capture of the boss's slave trader soon becomes widespread. And the fast-fleeing bandits, ears and ears, perceive it and try to escape at first sight.

The answer is obvious as to which is faster to find the bandits we have captured our female students from now on or for them to escape.

In the first place, bandits are more likely to just dispose of female students just because they have been used.

"Nell, it's not about you being sick, I had no luck this time, that's all."

My brother who speaks comforting words, but Nell honestly wasn't able to be objective enough to give it up as "I had no choice".

My brother's words aren't wrong, I'm sure a lot of adventurers can break into so dry.

In fact, Nero is not at all sick of the dialogue on this matter.

Rather, it would be more troubling for Nero to see how to treat the ladies of Farren, who hartmark their eyes, before the prince of the white horse who appeared in refreshment and rescue.

We should not be on the battlefield in the first place, such as the naïve who stick to the life and death of those who are not companions.

I even cared about the other guy, and there are some real upside-down stories about him being killed better.

In that sense, Nell is still immature, and I would say, well, he's a completely unsuitable person for the fight.

Still, as a princess of a country, she did not improve her greenhouse growth at the Royal Avalon Palace, and thus studied at the Royal Sparda Seminary, so she must have some thoughts and readiness to do the same.

Now, there's something surprisingly stubborn about that look, Nell.

(I, Mr. Chrono, will definitely give you back the favor that please you!

Yes, I've made a new readiness.

(But what the hell should I do...)

And now it will haunt your mind about specific measures.

But now, at this time, she should be worried about something else.

"Yes, it's time, the answer sheet comes forward from the person in the back seat -"

"Ah!?

The predetermined complaint the teacher tells is, yes, a reminder to Nell that the time now was being tested.

It wasn't payback to Chrono that should bother me, it was the answer to the test.

But even when I realized it, the exams were already over at the festival.

"Nell, how was the test - what, the answer section is barely white!?

Charlotte sitting in the front seat gave such a surprise as she remained in a position to receive answers from Nell in the back seat.

"Oh, wow..."

But the most surprising thing is the person who created more than half of the unanswered answer sheets.

How shocked that Chrono refused to thank him for lunch break, Nell was just worried about him and was not able to concentrate on the test at all.

"Hey, this isn't a final trial."

"Duh, what shall we do..."

"There, what's wrong? Send the answer sheet forward."

It's obvious, but there's no way we can do something about it at this time when the test is over.

Nell was in tears and had nothing better to offer than to give the answer form for the confirmation of the red dot to Charlotte with the puzzled face.