Kuro no Maou

"Could be Nell, I'm lost..."

It was a promise of a local rally, but even at the start time of the game, Nell didn't show up at The Grand Coliseum.

I'm greatly worried, but I can't abandon my quest on a boulder until I go looking for it.

I waited in front of the front gate until the hour was critical, and then I had no choice but to enter the venue by myself and come to the athlete's office after all the procedures.

The modem, even so, is like a baseball bench, a place from which you can see the mount, not the arena that sets the stage for battle.

All athletes, regardless of adventurer rank, are gathered here. With dozens of hardened faces in a variety of gear, it still looks like the Adventurer Alliance lobby.

But you just want the curse weapon, there are a lot of people with different styles.

Especially the lady who is equipped with a full body armor with a flashy design, like a black wedding dress that is dignified on the front bench.

No, because that guy, he's a great blonde vertical roll, he'll definitely be a lady. Must have a "yes" or something at the end of the story.

The way you eat the popcorn you hold on your side also seems elegant somewhere.

In addition, the man sitting next to it also emits a medium discoloration.

Gear is the black coat that resembles me, but what a mask of Doc design the face of Soytz is covered in.

Then, as you are lowering your sword from your hips, it reminds you of that warrior vampire.

Well, the prince of Avalon was a knife gear, and I guess a weapon that rare isn't that wacky.

Now, aside from those players I care about, The Curse Gladiator Games (Curse Carnival) has already begun.

I'm just in the middle of a second game right now. A Lizardman with a Halvard is struggling against a human man waving a cursed sword.

The arena is a place where only hard dirt ground, like the ground, spreads, with no shield, and even a head-on battle with the opponent.

In a wide circular arena, it may be a little less compelling for just the two of us to fight alone, but that will be compensated for by high-level battles that will be rewards for flashy martial arts and fierce attack magic ahead.

Well, I'm just leaving after the game before then.

"Oh man, you're not twisted to hit a bearer (nameless), neither am I."

A young man sits on his back with long legs next to the bench I sit in when he turns to the voice he calls on.

Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and the appearance of a colored man through his nostrils can be described as a real elf even without long ears.

Is that skinny silver light armor (light armor) embellished with holy silver (misrille), a more graceful outfit to say even prince than adventurer?

I think this guy was definitely a player going into the next third game.

Furthermore, since Game Four is my responsibility, have you spoken up on a whim or something?

"What is a bearer (nameless)?

I'm not so concerned or nervous as to get rid of it unhindered that I bump into candid questions while sidelining the game.

"Don't you even know that? Ha, this is amateur."

Disgusting laughter is pretty picturesque too if your face is cool.

I'm used to being treated like an amateur. It's not even about getting angry all the time, so I thought about that.

"Well, that's the same way we decided on the outcome of the game, but, well, it's a corner, so I'll tell you what."

Is that a souvenir of the underworld?

No, "brunette curse" coffin, "it's not about you, I didn't call you, so stop calling me" master "happily in your head.

Listen to the friendly colored man elf who keeps describing you, whilst enhancing subtle blackening and silencing Sheep.

"Look, when I say a curse weapon, it doesn't necessarily have a name. It's not wacky. It's the same as a regular weapon, from pin to kiri, from business to bearer."

"Do you mean bearer (nameless) is the lowest grade of curse,?

"Sounds like a good swallow. I don't hate people like that."

A colored man smiling gracefully. But I don't feel anything because my heart is not a maiden.

"Appraisal doesn't tell the name, finally, the amount of blood that the weapon has sucked is still low, like a child of a cursed weapon. If you keep using it, one day it may evolve and be branded, but it's not something that I've figured out how many years ahead. That's a long story."

It is an assertion that I do not intend to use such a thing.

Well, I'm not going to grow a trick and a curse weapon from scratch either. Until he gets stronger, there can't be a messenger waiting for him either.

"Right."

"Right? We'll have to wait until next year or expect a surprise."

Games in the arena, I think of tournaments because I don't know what to say, but in this Curse Gladiator Games (Curse Carnival), athletes fight only once.

Apparently, the organizers will put together a match card depending on the athlete's strength.

However, contemplating the combination to thrive as a spectacle is between high-grade cursed weapons and high-ranking adventurers, and it seems that those below average like me are almost randomly determined.

Rank 3 can name a fine professional adventurer, but they still treat me special from Rank 4. First and second class walls are thick, do you mean?

Besides, at the end of the day, it looks like I'm going to be dealing with a bearer (nameless) weapon too in Game Four.

Appraisal does not have a name, which means it is definitely clear that the curse is a weak weapon, lower in grade than that "curse" Tsukuba "taken from Goblin.

Hmm, you still don't seem to get a strong weapon that easy.

I guess this elf feels that shame too. Expecting next year means hope you hit it with a good weapon next time.

But what's a surprise?

"In a gladiator, a surprise battle between an intrusion and a series of fights is natural, right? Merchant Chairman Mordred would have planted that kind of performance ‘deliberately’ to cheer it up."

I see, is it like a muscular prowl?

Well, it wouldn't have come from a player who fights for his life, but that big skeleton who does the fraud thing flat out would gladly instruct.

But I didn't know you wanted that surprise from yourself.

"You're very confident."

"Yeah, well"

Well done. You listened, an elf with such a satisfying grin.

"You seem to have an adventurer rank of three, too."

There's a silver shining guild card down on my chest, you can see it.

"I ran up that far in three years."

Well, that's a lot of hard work again.

"Yes, it's only been three years."

"Heh..."

Was that a bragging point there?

But you can't even work disrespect to someone you meet for the first time, strike the right gavel and mislead them.

Well, even me, if it hadn't been for Lily and Fiona, it would have taken me a while to rank up, and I can't be too stupid.

"But I need another talent to deal with the power of battle and the weapon of curse... you know what I mean?

"It's like a physique, right?"

This is perfect because it gives a lot of exaggeration from both the guild's receptionist and Avalon's princess.

"That's the thing. So even I, proud of my rare sword genius, was estranged from my cursed weapon..."

And, this is the place where I scratch and fry my blonde long hair all the time.

I'm sure if it was a girl cartoon, it would have glittering effects on the background in this scene with great sesame seeds.

"- Apparently, heaven has given two things"

"So you can handle the curse weapon,"

After passing a meaningful gaze and leaning in with his eyes, the elf slowly pulls the sword in his hand out of his sheath.

"Look, it's a beautiful sword, isn't it?

"Is it Holy Silver Sword (Mithrill Sword)"

I can tell instantly if I see all my body glowing with glitter and silver, even without my loco appraisal eyes.

Or it's a familiar sword somewhere...

"Oh, this is definitely the Holy Silver Sword (Mithrill Sword). Except the curse is possessed."

Hmm, speaking of the Holy Silver Sword of Curse Possession (Mithrill Sword), it reminds me of Moldred's Mithrill-plated Patimon Sword scam - oh yeah, here it is, just like the one then!

"You can hear me holding this sword, the resentment voices hidden in the blade... but I never got mad at that voice. Instead, I remember pity."

No, no way, I'm saying this with such confidence, it wouldn't be that patchy monkey. I want to believe it's a coincidence.

"I guess that's why that Chairman Mordred was willing to give up this sword, too, because of me. He said," This is the gift of a man with a strong heart. "

Wow, this is for sure. This elf is definitely caught up in the curse weapon scam.

What are you going to do, you know this is going to be beautiful, shouldn't you tell me? It's a matter of life.

"Whoa, looks like the game is over. You get out after my gorgeous work. You're just a little pathetic, but, well, good luck with it."

And, unilaterally, the colored man who's left and just leaving.

Didn't you make it?

I can't help it, he's a fine adventurer too. It's all your own fault, no matter what the end road you follow, than you are coming to battle with your life's readiness.

Although there is some guilt, there was also the possibility of resentment instead for the extra kindness, as an adventurer you would be right not to say anything.

"But now I know why Nell and Elina stopped."

Looking at the arena, he was holding the sword of the curse that the full-blown Lizardman had taken from his opponent, raising his voice to what he called the roar of victory.

But at the next moment, Lizardman looks a bit different.

You must have gone right crazy, starting to wield your sword towards the void with an unspoken squeal just like a wild monster.

It failed to control the curse, which means it was taken and possessed.

And the guests packed in this Grand Coliseum are cheering and happy to see how unusual it is.

Whatever, it's a bad hobby tournament.

Let's just go home after the game, I swear to my heart.