Kuro no Maou

The moment Chrono pulled out of his own shadow a huge swing of haunting aura,

"Wow, great!

That's what Moldred was screaming about.

There is no such thing as a loud voice or too excited to take such a bland precaution (ketch) as being alone in this VIP room.

"Hmm, I'm surprised, too."

Next to Moldred, impressed by all his standing up, Leggin also quietly affirmed.

Originally, he instructed them to simultaneously unleash eight opponents in the Arena, who were withholding opponents under the guise of an incident.

Chrono is not the only one who has shown such an overwhelming, rather fast-track attack that he doesn't know what happened at the earliest. At least, I could have expected it wasn't the strength to meet the rank 3 adventurer's boundaries.

But in a good way, that prediction seems to have been further betrayed.

The great curse that wraps around the red and black aura, just to say you have it in your hand.

"Ha ha, Chrono, I didn't know that kid could make it this far!!

"Mr. Krono is such a user."

A similar dialogue of nuances emerges at about the same time, floating question marks at each other.

"Do you know him?

"Chairman Moldred is the one."

Well, Mordred puts his doubts aside once and returns to the main point.

"What do you think?

He himself, merely honors the cursed weapons collector, is confident in the eyes he sees.

But the maniac stops, and no, more than being an arms dealer can be called a real job in a sense, but there is someone next to him who should be called a real job in a true sense.

I don't have a hand in not asking for an opinion here.

"I just let you breathe blood. Then you won't get that color gloss. Your family, your best friend, your lover, you're killing people close to you like that."

Moldred hears the explanation and laughs more and more, satisfactorily.

The deeper the business surrounding the weapon, the stronger the curse, and the stronger the ability to live (Chikara).

"Well, then, to the extent that I only dealt with eight unnamed (nameless) copies, it would be slightly missing"

"Yeah, I guess so, because black wizards are fighting without magic."

After all, how many of the tens of thousands of spectators packed in this "Grand Coliseum" will remember the title of "Black Wizard" that was in the introduction to the reality.

It is too far from what the public imagines to be a wizard to freely manipulate the wizard who is likely to be possessed by the curse even if he approaches it, making it magnificent and slashing his opponents one after the other with a magnificent sword and martial arts.

Speaking of magic, it's a tentacle that pulls down a flying gargoyle, but depending on what you look at it, it can also be seen as a dark vessel of wire or chain handled by an assassin (Assassin). That alone would be impossible to anchor the image of the ‘wizard'.

"No, not at all, it's a great rampage. The curse weapon has to be!

"Well, maybe 'Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker)' isn't an exaggeration either"

Leggin remembered Simon's story about his‘ brother 'and his newly made friend, the' prince ’, who told him when it was and leaked those words.

"Ho, you're giving him that name, he's"

"Yeah, they're famous in seminaries."

It was quite memorable, but I thought it was certainly like that, and I duly affirmed it.

"Hmm, mad warrior, more and more interesting! I want to see, I want to see more, its crazy fight!!

That is what Moldred wants, and perhaps the large audience gathered here now too.

It is above all proof that the applause of the venue is echoing at this moment of complete victory, having finished the last one, the oak.

The scream of cheer, after a few seconds, turns into a spreche call named 'Chrono', the only thing the audience knows about him.

Treats you like a gladiator star player.

But he showed his opponents the crazy eight with an overwhelming victory. An audience hungry for stimulation rejoices, it's already blood-smelling killing.

On top of that, not only is it a simple sword arm, but the last oak is a hateful production of defeating using the unnamed (nameless) sword you just got.

I admire that spirit of service when I think he was deliberately turning his back just to do this.

At the same time, being able to do that also means that there was still that much leeway.

"Ha-ha, bad for Miss Chris, but let me use it here -"

The actor (Gladiator) who played this wonderful sword fight (Sho -) still hides the majority of his strength.

The audience's excitement is already about to culminate. The choice of not responding to a series of wars (anchor) here, for example, could not have been made by any poor business organizer (owner).

Thus Mordred gives the order. Unleashing the strongest ‘curse’ in tonight's Curse Gladiator Games (Cars Carnival).

"- Get Hydra's 'Devil's Eye' out."

The unnamed (nameless) sword, which popped out more like a bullet than inside the shadow space (shadowgate), hit the face of the oak beautifully.

The blade, which has been transformed from a blunt to a black monochrome characteristic of iron by blackening, jumps into a large mouth that is making a roaring noise of ear crunching.

Fang-like random pile teeth would have been shredded from gum to gum, the tongue cut into two pieces, and instantly the mouth would have been filled with the taste of blood.

No, the brain might have had a dysfunction before that taste signal arrived, and the sensation itself might have vanished.

Either way, the tip of the sword pierced the face of the oak in a diagonally upward orbit is squirting the brain miso, breaking through the skull and growing out of the back of the head.

No matter how much I wish this Battleax wouldn't crack my head open, it wouldn't come true if I didn't have the consciousness to be thrust to death.

The flesh that has lost its brain only stops that movement.

Oak slowly falls back as he swung the Battleax overhead.

At the same time, pull out the stabbed sword.

It is operated by the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts), so from the side, it would have seemed like the sword would have fallen out on its own.

And if you finish your turn, you leave early, that is, store it in the shadows again.

That's the same thing with me after the fight.

I just retrieved my weapon, and now it's time I returned my heels to exit.

Wow wow wow!!

A scream echoed in the arena to suspect that the venue had exploded.

"Hey, what..."

Apparently, the audience is happy because of its enthusiastic atmosphere.

It seems like a lot of reactions have changed since the first battle.

No way, it wouldn't mean that the manipulation of the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts) was as ugly as magic.

Of course, I'm not a wacko who fought for Uke either, I wasn't aware of the audience's reaction in the first place.

I have the right nerves to be nervous if you stand up in public with me, if the purpose is to make a speech in this setting as well, the first word will surely go away.

However, this time, the tension seems to have lagged behind, as it had opened up to poor taste in the tournament.

Most importantly, I am now baffled by the unexpected reaction being returned.

Or can I just go home like this? Something "Chrono!" "Chrono!!" Chronocol sounds so loud.

Please, someone tell me.

"It was a brilliant fight, Chrono the Adventurer."

Well, I can only think of Mia, such as God, who makes my wish come true, whether my wish came through heaven.

And that kid, he's not such a wild heavy bass voice.

"Sure, Chairman Mordred, was it?

"Anyway, I'm glad you remember me so well."

"No, you can tell by the boulders"

I spoke of the Lord of Voices because of the appearance of a giant undead in the arena.

The size is a dragon, or a size of ten meters. Of course, I'm not wacky in person. Probably using the magic of light to project 3D footage.

The magical world is a surprise because it lightly crosses modern science and technology in places like this.

Finally, the fact that I am also responding to a dialogue like my solitaire as if it were normal to hear it means that I am either picking up my voice with the magic of the wind or the invisible user demon is listening.

"First, let me apologize for misjudging your prowess. I didn't know you were such a user."

"Thank you."

I'm a Rank 3 Adventurer, I'm dealing with a Big Merchant, and I'm Quest's client.

But there's no way I'm going to react without respect. Whatever you say, we've been scammed.

Therefore, even if it is spoken of in this way, I can only feel the frigidity somewhere.

"Um, I highly valued your prowess in the current battle, no, you can say I'm thrilled. That's what the audience gathered here today would think."

I see, you're simply wacky that my battle was funny.

You're not too happy, if this isn't going to raise fight money, it's not going to make the curse weapon stronger.

"Boulders only call themselves' Black Nightmare Mad Warriors (Nightmare Berserker) '"

"I didn't name it! I mean, how do you know!?

"Ha ha, don't be so modest, isn't it famous in seminaries"

"Oh, seriously..."

What? That's my first ear.

I thought Will was the only one who would use that shameful title... no, I don't care now.

"So, what are you trying to say? You're not a wacko who just came out to give me a compliment."

"In any case, this is where it comes from. Now, Chrono, you won't be happy with tonight's battle. I don't know, I'm gonna get you the curse weapon you deserve."

"... what?

Honestly, I can only wonder if this is being scammed again.

"It's the highest grade cursed weapon available at the Games right now. No matter, Fight Money is also the highest 10 million clans. Did you go ahead and take the quest yourself? I don't think you're interested in that."

Danger, Mordred's offer is fascinating.

In the first place, the biggest goal was to get a powerful curse weapon, if you're saying the other one will let you out, wish or fulfill it.

Besides, in this situation, there's no point in fooling me.

Deceiving means not giving out the best cursed weapon. I don't think that would be in Moldred's interest.

Regardless, refusal to extradite a cursed weapon or non-payment of fight money in the event of a victory, there is no point in questioning what is meant when a quest is duly issued through the Adventurer's Guild.

Then my answer is settled.

"Fine, take it and stand"