Kuro no Maou

Platinum's 26th of the month, the day of the "Curse Gladiator Games (Curse Carnival)".

Already the yang is about to sink, illuminating the city of Sparda red.

It was as if it implied a festival of blood to be brought about by the blade of curse.

"Um, it's been a long year."

In Sparda's proudly oldest and largest arena, the VIP room of the Grand Coliseum, organizer Vine Velz Moldred was satisfied to do so.

If he were a person, he would have had a joyous look on his face, but of a species called Skeleton, he just creeps and orbital light swings.

Mordred, wrapped in brilliant ornaments in a tailored, lacquered black robe, sits on a large elbow chair in the VIP room, like King Undead, who still reigns in a crypt dungeon.

The piercing was all the more so because it overlooks the audience stuffed into a large battlefield with a capacity of more than 10,000 people from a height over crystalline vitreous (Scare Crystal).

"Hey, I didn't expect you to have so many customers. The curse weapon is an unexpectedly popular thing."

Lined next to Moldred may be the illusion that Dwarf, who is far inferior to the decorated arms dealer, no, is human because he has no mustache to be called the most famous feature of his species.

Either way, the small body shape with its width, the kind of grassy suit that hastily pulled it out of the back of the closet, would not be flattering to say that this user deserves it in the VIP room, which is limited to a very small part.

"Most of them just look, but"

"What a prodigious thing."

"That's why it's so funny."

But the beardless Dwarf man had nothing to lose, and he was effortlessly exchanging words with this magnificent skeleton as if he were his best friend for a decade.

It proves that Leggin Stratos, who is only a blacksmith like anywhere else running a small workshop in this lower compartment of Sparda, is really friendship with Moldred, a big arms dealer, or has‘ something 'that can just be reciprocated.

The two, who had not been matched, but could even feel like a kind of trust in each other, continued to bicker softly as they were.

"Excuse me, Chairman Moldred"

One man entered the room in an elegant act that worked even when it came to deacons serving the great nobility.

From that swallow tail suit, I guess it's actually a butler.

But that means he only serves Andetto's Moldred, or the man's face is slightly pale for a human being - to do so, he was a species called Zombie.

"Sir Christina Damned Spiralhorn is visible."

Instructions to "let it pass" fly instantly.

"Spiral horn? Well, I don't remember a nobleman with such a family name in Sparda."

"In any case, she is not a nobleman of Sparda, she is -"

Has it decided that any further explanation should be left to the person who will appear?

Moldred cut the dialogue en route and rose from his seat to welcome the nobles of other countries who now try to show up with their servants open their doors.

"Good mood, Chairman Mordred. This year, we also invite you to join the glorious First Dragon Cavalry (Dragoon Nights) Dragon Heart as deputy captain, Christina Damned Spiralhorn."

and it was one girl who sounded the somewhat long and descriptive introduction dignified with a high voice.

The first thing I notice is brilliant vertical curly (rolled) hair, as if it were made of exquisite goldsmiths.

The spiral curly hair stretches to the waist, and the length in the straight would be beyond your height, of considerable volume.

That hairstyle is famous, especially in Avalon, as a testament to the ancient, itchy aristocratic lady - but quite a few actually do it.

Such a slightly anachronistic blonde lady was, however, the only ladies to stand out when it came to clothing.

Black dress if seen only in silhouettes. However, its identity is based on a composite alloy of dark matter (dark matter) (union metal), and the embellishments to which the magic of various fortified (boost) and defensive (shield) lineages is added (enchanted) are formed by the same golden literature and treasures as her hair.

How much on earth would that total weight be, or at least even a common human adult male, could remain a coffin if he wore a composite (Union Metal) all-body armor (Full Plate Mail) of dark matter (Dark Matter).

But even as she wraps around that super-weight piece of metal, she takes a step lightly.

Looks like a luxurious girl works without bitterness, makes me want to suspect that armor is just a plating or a nickname, but here are the arms dealers and blacksmiths,

"Welcome Miss Chris, you seem to have increased your armor shine once again. No, it's great. I'd love to add it to my collection."

Leggin was instantly able to understand that Moldred's words were not flattering.

Even from his eyes, the armor wrapped around a girl named Christina can be determined to be real. Perhaps even third-rate blacksmiths won't be misplaced. It was such a stunning dish by then.

"It's an honor to keep you complimented. But I'm not going to let go of my (wasp)" Ferocious Princess ".

Warhohohoho, and Christina, who gives a brilliant aristocratic feminine laugh, seem to be in a really good mood.

Her seemingly indulgent blue eyed fishy eyes seem to only have the impression that the child is good at it, rather than Rin.

How weak are you to be deceived, how much do you like armor, or both?

However, with her small height and slender shape, she felt somewhere smiling as if her young and beautiful appearance made her laugh softly.

"Sometimes, Chairman Mordred, who is that Dwarf man over there?

It is no coincidence that at a glance I referred to Dwarves and Races by referring to Leggins.

She will be able to instantly distinguish the Dwarf man, even without a thriving jaw.

Because she's also a Dwarf again.

"Hmm, even the little Miss Chris knows something about it to her face."

Mordred, who leaked a bite of laughter, urged Leggin, who stood like a shadow without giving a single voice to his noble opponent next door not to work disrespectfully.

"My name is Leggin Stratos"

No more attentive greeting dialogue comes to blacksmiths. Rather, it would be a better category to speak with respect.

But all that information didn't seem to make any sense to Christina.

"No way, it's that demon blade punching (Death Maker) leggings!?

"Shame on you, it was a long time ago."

The schematics of Christina revealing her surprises with over-action and the soft smiling leggings look out of between somewhere.

But Mordred well understood that she wasn't stunned and exaggerated, which is why she never laughs at that attitude.

"Chairman Mordred, what if this tournament..."

"But unfortunately, it's only an adjustment this year. If there's going to be a new one, it's going to be after next year."

Block the dialogue early so as not to cause excessive expectations.

Christina looked slightly discouraged, but still understood that the appearance of Demon Blade Striker (Death Maker) Leggin on this occasion was good enough news as a curse weapon maniac, with a convincing and graceful grin at the same time.

"I see. I'll wait in anticipation."

"Ha ha, I'd be in trouble if you didn't expect me to come back this year."

Somewhere confident, no, a man named Moldred always takes words and deeds filled with confidence, but subtracting them, I could see that it would be from the heart, not from the clear.

Well, he and Christina are ‘like-minded people’, so they have a lot of interactive experience.

"Oh, you seem very confident, last year's" Pursuit Hound (Hound Chaser) "was a great dish, but beyond that ‘quality’?

Whereas somewhere provocative, the big one still responds to eagles.

"Of course, we're going to give Hydra the Devil's Eye this year."

"Demon Eye!? Pfft... I see this‘ feeling ’is what this is all about... Pfft, I feel it, there's a disastrous black evil (vese)..."

Leggin asks Moldred in a whisper she can't hear, to a slightly arrogant Christina reaction that causes her to wiggle her shoulders with a push-up and a subtraction, as if she were enjoying herself with a laugh.

"Well, what's a 'be-bye'? Is the seal on the array supposed to be perfect?

"Don't let the lady be ashamed of you, leave me alone for asking you nothing"

Leggin snorted, wondering if there was a point in Moldred's response that shook his head small.

He knows that 'array' is like measles that takes one time to admire a weapon of curse.

This is the first time I've seen a case where even if it's a cursed weapon, it stays the same.

"It's great. Wow! Hydra's" Demon Eye "must have been won by this Christina Damned Spiralhorn!!

And Christina, which leads to an example oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho laugh.

Moldred and Leggin only stared at her with a gentlemanly warm gaze.

After a magnificent greeting, Christina walks down the aisle, sounding the heavy footsteps that its dark armor deserves, down the aisle to the athlete's gallery set beside the arena stage (arena).

Although she lives in Avalon, she has become perfectly familiar with the internal structure of this' Grand Coliseum ', which she has taken to several times. There is no slight stray in that stride.

As we proceeded through the boneless stone-facing aisle, it caught my eye that one man walked in from the front. In contrast to her, in a quiet walk with no footsteps at all.

Opening soon, at a time when it's not strange that participants and staff are already rushing to and from the aisle.

The man looks on a long black coat with a hem covering his entire body and a deep hood. With a single knife down from its waist, I can determine that it is definitely a participant. But what bothers me more than anything is that the face that should be behind the hood is covered with a white mask with a design that mimics the shadow.

Moments apart from the creepy mask, Christina shrugged.

"Rudra the Zhu Knife."

Man's, Rudra's leg stops.

"Even if you can hide your face, you can't hide the smell of blood and black evil."

"... you don't seem to be wearing such armor to Dada, young lady"

"Ugh, it's one of my pride dishes. Your knife, yes, just like" Bloodsucking Princess "Zhu Dyed" "

So they look back and fulfill face to face.

"I'm glad you don't talk about me any more."

"Excuse me. I know why you're wearing that lovely mask."

The two names "Rudra of the Zhu Knife" are only widespread in a back society unrelated to the public. In other words, to speak publicly about its existence is a person who can be told.

Its strength cannot be measured by a simple adventurer rank.

"I appreciate that. But I'm afraid I don't have the excuse to point the blade at you anymore."

"You're hungry for blood. As rumored."

"I'm just missing someone to train for."

"I'm sorry this tournament wasn't a tournament."

Behind the mask, Christina didn't miss a small laugh.

"If it was a tournament between the participants, you and I could have fought in the finals?

After all, I thought the word of consent would return, but I'm slightly surprised by the unexpected reaction.

"Have you seen the list of participants? Not a single name for a Rank Five Adventurer this year."

Except for Rudra, who participates under this pseudonym, who is not alone in comparable strength. That was supposed to happen.

"Unfortunately, now the stars of the tournament aren't you or me"

Rudra flips her black coat hem and turns her back on Christina again.

"You should take a good look at Game Four."

That's all left to say, Rudra disappeared across the aisle, still walking like an assassin with no footsteps.

As soon as Christina takes the roster of participants out of her nostalgia, she immediately confirms his words.

"Game four? This Chrono guy says," What the hell... "