Kuro no Maou

"Demon Bullets (Barrett Arts) -"

"The Right Arm of Larspun," held in his right hand, at the tip of its red blade, black magic winds a vortex to form black bullets, no, shells.

Just a streamlined projectile created by rigid materialization (materialization), stuffing its interior with a plain ‘flame’.

The detonation formula instead of the detonator is the simplest shock-sensitive type, which, if hit, explodes.

"- Howitzer shelling (grenade burst)"

One shell thus completed, while about thirty centimetres in size, is shot out at a rate no different from that of a normal demon bullet.

The secret of speed is a black jet injection that erupts from the rear of the shell.

Achieved by mimicking the blast-based technique of intermittent release of attributes, the pitch-black booster in modern magic (model) gives a brilliant propulsion to fly shells at high speeds.

As a result, the black shell that flies while pulling the tail of the black-smoke strikes at the wrong target.

The moment a big hole pierced the chest of the red man-shaped slime where the hard warhead was targeted, 'Howitzer shelling (grenade burst)' unleashed the explosive power it held inside.

There is an explosion in this outdoor practice area of the Royal Sparda Seminary.

If that were the case, it would be a natural phenomenon in the practice field where attack magic is tested and fired. But apparently, my explosion was bigger than normal.

The blackflame explosion was not only the man-made slime I installed, but it was also blown away by a blast with both neighbors.

Have I misjudged the power? Phew, sorry for the flashy magic.

A glimpse of surprise or anger pierces me from a student who seems to be a magician class lined up a little further left and right.

For now, when I thought I'd apologize for just one word,

"Chronosa! It's a big success. Hey!

And the yellow cheer was delivered to me.

"Yes, thanks to Mr. Nell, it went well."

I'm not saying in the proper social dictionary that this' howitzer shelling (grenade burst) 'was completed thanks to her cooperation.

"That was incredibly powerful, Mr. Chrono, and I can't believe that this puts Adventurer Rank at 3!

Mr. Nell, delighted with the success of the new magic, as he did with himself, rushes up to me, shaking that big breast.

And you can point straight at me, Reiki Royal Smile.

At this moment, the gaze of the boy student in the sorcerer class next to me was confirmed to be completely hostile.

Even if they don't say it, I feel it.

For the past three days, it's no exaggeration to call him the school idol, Nell Julius Ellord, because we're acting together so that I can monopolize him.

Today is the 23rd day of the platinum month, three days have passed since Mr. Nell visited me.

And for the past three days, they've been coming to me and packing.

One to help me research and develop my magic, the other to learn to cook from me.

So now my relationship with Nell is a give-and-take relationship that teaches each other what it takes.

"After all, cooking requires the originality of the person who makes it!

"No, not for amateurs"

I'm never good enough to say I'm good at cooking.

As a high school student, it's enough to cook easy handicrafts such as fried rice, and to the extent that as an adventurer, you're equipped with minimal cooking skills.

"Firepower is life for cooking, isn't it!

"It's just going to burn black, let's not"

However, the level of culinary fundamentals and common sense is still sufficient.

"The dishes have all sorts of hidden flavors."

"Do nothing extra and make it exactly as recipe"

Well, finally, even me like that,

"Oh, the food is delicious if you love it..."

It's a fantasy.

"Ugh..."

My cooking knowledge is enough for Nell to learn from Iroja.

In the meantime, it's been three days since I decided to teach you to make sandwiches safely,

"Yeah, what a normal egg sandwich...... you finally did it, Mr. Nell!

"Yes, thanks to Mr. Chrono!!

Finally, the completion of a sandwich made without difficulty.

Only the size of the dorm is in the kitchen, me and Mr. Nell exchange high touches to share the joy.

Though three days, I think it's been a tough journey inside so far.

From Mr. Nell's dialogue, her culinary views should not be inferred and weighed, but the true fear is not until she actually cooks.

I can assure you I'm already familiar with life in a magical different world, but I didn't expect to use magic to cook.

No, does this way of saying have a few words? Using magic in cooking is normal, spraying it on fire, washing it with water, yes, there are also convenient items such as boxes carved with the art of icing instead of refrigerators.

So what's the problem is using magic for the ingredients themselves.

In other words, it's like planting 'blackening' on the ingredients I cook. Who the hell would want to eat such a monstrous thing?

But Mr. Nell seemed to genuinely believe that magic would make it tasty.

Regardless, the result is the birth of the dark matter (dark matter) that was caught between the breads.

No, seriously, I still just remember how it tastes.

"... horrible"

"Mr. Chrono, what's wrong? Are you hungry?

Well, that's an old story now, too.

This is how Mr. Nell started walking down the straight culinary path, let's honestly hope she improves from now on.

"Well, let's get it over with."

I am as heartfelt as a master watching my disciples grow, but I dare not say it.

Let's just say I eat a little inappropriate but certainly a regular sandwich here.

The next day, the 24th of the month of platinum.

Taking Mr. Nell's hand cooking for lunch is also an early fourth day.

Starting tomorrow, but you might want to try something other than sandwiches, you're also allergic to eating all the egg sandwiches forever.

On the menu for lunch, next thing I know, I want soup... no, it's still early, or she could take stock with a hell of a thing, with skeleton bones?

Then it would be easier to make it a salad that just serves vegetables.

Yeah, all right, let's do this, starting tomorrow, I'll have a vegetable salad on my sandwich, how snacky and a good combination.

With that in mind, the afternoon class ends and we head straight back to the dorm.

The basic pharmacy classes I attended are popular with beginner adventurers, but I still don't have any friends with the adventurer course students, so I'm alone when I leave the classroom, naturally.

However, my face and name seem to have sold off in one of the dining room cases, so sometimes I feel a slight curious glance.

Inside, there was a grudge one step ahead of you. And your gaze.

But of course I said, "Hey, look at that, Cora!" and I don't wear Ichamon, I don't want to wear any more stigma, and I don't have that much narrow-minded chimpy guts with me.

Besides, this is how I walk alone in school, but I don't feel lonely or anything because I plan to meet people properly after school.

Regardless, the person he plans to meet is Mr. Nell.

I taught cooking at noon, but after school, Mr. Nell taught magic.

Though it seemed impossible to master modern magic (models) because of the presence of words that are not automatically translated in the brain, the use of telepathy directly conveys its meaning and image.

Sometimes, she simply teaches better.

There is no doubt that Fiona is the most knowledgeable person about modern magic (models), but because of her talent, she doesn't seem to be comfortable teaching others.

Who the hell can understand such a phonetic only-description?

Lily can also use the same magic as modern magic (model) as it turns out, but that's all due to inherent magic (extra), so the technique actually used is completely different.

The intrinsic magic (extra), which is not logically systematic, but the natural ability that a race can have, is absolutely impossible to teach others in the first place.

It's like humans teaching fish how to walk bipedally, it's structurally impossible.

Mr. Nell is truly masterful of modern magic (model), although race is not human. Then there was something clumsy about him as well, and he said he learned it while trying.

Finally, unlike Fiona, we know what it's like to be a 'person who can't'.

Such a wack, only three days, but a considerable advance in my understanding of modern magic (model).

However, in my body, where no primary color magic exists, no matter how hard I try, I cannot activate modern magic (the model) in its original form.

If magic theory alone could activate magic, Simon would have been named Element Master in the true sense, not Alchemist.

Well, I don't even have a genius brain, either way, it seems impossible to fully understand magic theory.

Even now, I don't understand the technique of strictly modern magic (model), but that helps me develop my black magic, so this would be OK.

At least, the "perpetual (etanity)" of the memorial is finally mastered, and is a good forerunner of magical learning.

Well, what do you want me to tell you today, how diligent you seem to be and thinking about floating somewhere,

"Hello, Mr. Chrono"

I was called from behind by the lid.

Her voice has been well remembered in the last few days, although in the dialogue alone it is in the same tone as Mr. Nell's. There's nothing wrong with hearing it.

At last, it means this is another woman's voice.

But with the exception of Mr. Nell, I have no idea what kind of woman you call my name at this Royal Sparda Seminary right now.

Who the hell - well, the answer will be instantly figured out if you look back.

"Oh, hello, Elina"

The answer came immediately.

Standing there is Elina, a sign receptionist for the Sparda Adventurer Guild School District Branch.

"Ugh, you're really a student at seminary, Mr. Chrono"

Elegantly smiling, Elina is so picturesque that she seems to be able to decorate the cover of a women's fashion magazine as it is.

I don't know if Sparda has such a magazine.

Either way, her figure, wrapped in white cape and carefully tied up her hair, unleashes a unique charm of personal clothing that is different from the Alliance's uniform.

Oh, on the white cape. Is this hair the same as it was when Jote attacked me?

Um, after all, when there's been a change in fashion so far, even the same person's temper and atmosphere changes - no, more than that.

"Yes, I just finished class."

Sometimes this is inside the school, but it's decided that I'm in a seminary uniform now.

I really just want to wear The Devil's Embrace (Diabolos Embrace) all the time, but the thick black leather coat on the boulder makes me look a little odd this past summer.

At least I try to wear my uniform for some time in class.

Well, it's a uniform I bought around the corner, and I need to take advantage of it.

"Then you're already after school. Just fine, Mr. Chrono, would you like to talk to me for a moment?

Is it my fault that I feel like I'm feeling 30% more than the smile I always see at the guild reception?

"Fine. But I promise to meet people after this, so I can't talk to them for very long."

"No, I don't mind."

With such a wack, I take Elina and start walking, but following the princess of Avalon, it's a two-shot with the guild's popular receptionist.

The gaze of a boy student on the road hurts......