Kuro no Maou

Said Marya Hydra has no talent.

It is proud of its prestigious corner of the four Sparda aristocracies, both in the door-to-door 'Corpse Psychiatry (Necromancy)' and in the clan's iconic 'Purple Crystal Eye (Amethyst Gaze)'.

By the time Sayid was considerate, the branding of the fall had been stamped and even his parents had lost sight of him.

No sword, no magic, no big body, rather sick. Besides, I couldn't say I was smart.

Sayid's destination, both from the battle and from academia, was art.

"Art is great, it doesn't matter if I have strength, magic or intelligence, all I need is my own sense!

Fortunately, the clan showed understanding to Sayid, who had a tremendous passion for art.

It is so much healthier than being poorly run delinquent, and more understanding of art than being aristocratic.

But the biggest reason, above all, is that what Said punched in was the sculpture, which was also an old-fashioned, itchy crystal sculpture.

To Sayid, who wholeheartedly sharpened, polished and finished his work, all the members of the clan turned their gaze of mercy.

Sayid, who did not possess any talent as a nobleman, oh, he seems so cute that he does not stop admiring the "Purple Crystal Eye (Amethyst Gays)" of the clan.

Everyone thought so.

And no matter how much he denied it, in Sayid's deep psychology, its purple crystal (amethyst) glow was definitely engraved as trauma.

If you're Hydra's, you can produce this beautiful purple crystal just by looking, just staring.

Therefore, Sayid is made. The only purple crystal (amethyst) sculpture I can create for myself.

After all, he had talent.

But it is a faint sense that the gods of Black Pandora flew out only a little more than ordinary, as if they had given it as a slight pity.

The more pieces you can sell are counted with both hands, and the more pieces you can display, the more you can count with one hand. Unaromatic achievements gradually erode Said's mind and stimulate further complexes.

"Don't I have talent... don't I have anything..."

Exhibiting a blurry view of his own crystal sculpture, displayed in the corner of a certain lonely museum, Sayid spat out a line of giving up that he didn't know how many more times it would be.

Let's give up the art path, but I can't give up.

No matter how short of talent he was poked at, he was now so indulgent in art that he couldn't abandon it all.

If I quit, what's left of me? What can you do? What the hell am I supposed to live proud of?

Nothing 'nothing'. Sole was the most fearful thing for Sayid.

Born to be, I don't have enough arr, I can't do this, I can't, I can't, I'm wasted, I'm incompetent - Sayid, who kept being poked at that fact, needed something to be proud of.

One is fine, just one, with it, I can live forward.

But without it, you don't even have the only talent and the artistic sense you believed in.

"I'm already dead."

"Hello, you're always here, aren't you?"

The ultimate conclusion went out of his mouth arrow tip, he was voiced by a pretend.

Young woman's, no, it was a girl's voice.

"Do you like this crystal sculpture?

"Oh... well..."

She was a poor girl.

From Sayid, who lived a bent aristocratic life, her appearance would clearly be inferior to that of the deep-window courtiers she had seen before.

But she had some rustic, flowering adoration in the wild.

What time have you talked to such a lovely woman and no, people?

From Said's mouth, the natural dialogue did not immediately emerge that he had made.

"Is it true! I like this one too, it's the best here!!

With a dazzling smile, Sayid turned away.

Unexpectedly, reflexively, as I looked directly at the sun, as I was stuck in the devil's eye.

But that is by no means an action taken with a negative motive.

"Uh... ho, really...?

"What, what do you do with a lie? I love it, isn't this how you come to see it!

What is the emotion that overflows from this chest?

No, that emotion is really overflowing from my body. It was the most hateful and useless sign of me, only the color came from both eyes with beautiful purple eyes.

Said was crying.

It was the first time I was born, when my talents were recognized.

Everyone was looking at themselves with pity and their work.

The work sold, because it's decorated here, all because there was a Hydra family name.

But today, I finally showed up. Admit Said's work, someone who says he likes it.

I couldn't stay or stand.

Desperately hiding his unmatched crying face, Said shook his throat and spun the word away.

"Here... I made this..."

"Eh! Are you sure? Awesome!!

Thus Sayid met, the only one, to a girl who would understand herself.

"Hello, Dr. Said!

"Hello... but it's a little embarrassing to be a teacher -"

"Isn't that nice - the teacher is a teacher!

The two got along quickly.

First about Said's work, then about crystal sculpture, eventually about art in general.

Though she was a civilian, she was surprisingly profound in art. That's enough to surprise even Sayid, who has been in the art world for a long time from time to time.

The topic between the two is endless. From ancient artistic grand magic fixtures (artifacts) to famous crystal sculptors who make a bright name for themselves in contemporary history, the world of art was deep and also boasted a long history.

And when I realized, I was lost in the subject of the art of the abyss, and the girl herself began to talk.

I had an array for dinner yesterday, where I went shopping there, I fell on my way here today, and so on about everyday life without any other love.

But Sayid always looked forward to the story.

I want to know about her, I want to know more about her.

At this time, no, probably since we first met, Sayid had fallen in love.

"I want to model you, I want to make a piece"

It was a far-fetched confession.

"What, it's me!? Oh, no... because I'm not that beautiful..."

"No, it has to be you!

Pushed with enthusiasm, she finally shook her neck vertically. Dye those white cheeks red like apples.

From that day on, Sayid forgets to sleep more than ever and starts sharpening chunks of purple crystals.

It's like that day when you wake up to the beauty of art, no, with more enthusiasm, hope and passion - to burn everything down, to hold within you.

Suitable for the occasion, he also refrained from large competitions close by.

If this generation of masterpieces has won a prize, no, a grand prize, then it is time to tell her your true thoughts.

Yes, I swore to my heart hard.

"I love you, marry me"

"Yes, me too...... I'm a bummer, thank you"

Consequently, the competition, the confession, the proposal, everything, everything went well.

It's as if it's a promised fate.

I even think that all the depressed dark days so far have accumulated good fortune to fulfill this wish at this time of day.

But if that theory was correct, it means that luck starts from scratch again the day after that.

I'm not sure how much misfortune the state of zero luck causes, but at least, misfortune happened to Sayid.

"Marriage is not allowed?... duh, what is this about!!

Whether it is okay to call it unhappiness or not would be a delicate place to live up to.

It is not so easily tolerated, such as marrying a civilian woman whose noble son could not have been born anywhere. Because it is a commonsensically understandable idea, whether it be noble or civilian.

But with this natural recognition, Sayid was missing by this deadly date.

Until now, his head has focused exclusively on his beloved girlfriend and finishing his work, naturally speaking, perhaps naturally.

"Oh yeah, okay, that's enough, I don't need Hydra's family name anymore!

An unexpectedly blocked obstacle, but beyond that, Sayid now had no hesitation.

Because he already has one pride in his chest, something much more important than the aristocracy of Hydra, which is enough for him to live on.

The decision was quick and, again, it was quick to implement.

Sayid Marya Hydra completely cut off from the clan that day and became just Sayid.

Now there's nothing holding you back and her anymore.

Let's get started, my dear girlfriend - no, spend time with your beloved wife, two lives.

Indeed, those who disturb the two did not exist.

Yes, if there is a problem, it is only between him and her, the man who should be husband and the woman who should be wife, that, the two of them.

"Deport the Hydra family... Exile?

With a terribly surprised face, she asked.

Sayid responds, just saying that this is proof of his love, with a good face.

"Oh, now I'm a civilian just like you, so I don't have to worry about getting married."

"I'm not stupid!!

What came out of her mouth, instead of words of joy, was rather the opposite anger. No, it wasn't an exaggeration to call it dramatic, it was an abusive murmur.

"Incredible, oh, you idiot, you idiot! Scum, garbage, incompetence!! Shit, shit, shit, shit! What are you doing quitting your nobility? Teme, but Hydra's name is only worth it!!

But Sayid couldn't understand her words.

Who is this, who is mad in front of you right now?

Grab the chest barn up, open your big mouth to turn your teeth out, spit and freak out, who the hell is this woman?

"Are you kidding me, how patient and disgusting I've been? No, you nerd. You think I've been in the mood! I'm not a nobleman anymore. Well, what the hell was my struggle, then? Oh!!

I don't know, a woman like this, such an ugly woman, I don't know.

This is a dream or a phantom, the real girlfriend, she should show up soon.

"Hey, why... why are you saying that? I said I love you so much."

"There's no such thing as Teme's love! What I want is money, status, honor, everything a great nobleman has. Temeh, I don't know. I don't know if you're as attracted to a man as you are to a cunt, but there's a cunt in your head."

Her eyes, a smile as dazzling as that sun, were like a lie - no, the truth, I guess everything was a lie. It now exposed its nature, and everywhere, more than anyone else, it reflected a far more ruthless, contemptuous color than those of the Hydra family with their gaze of mercy.

No, no, Said denies it.

She's not this girlfriend, she says this is a fake piece.

"No... Ugh, lying... lying, right?

"It's the only time I'm telling Temehe the real story. I hate him the most in the world."

"Ugh, it's a lie, a lie, a lie! That's a lie, because I really, really like you, I love you, I love you..."

The second confession of love was forcibly blocked by her, her hand of artifacts.

"You can't do that."

"Oh, I... Huh?

Burning heat running into his abdomen - Sayid bent his knee and fell, losing his words to the severe pain that struck him shortly afterwards.

Too much pain, the pain of being stabbed in the stomach with a knife, was like not being able to raise one groan.

"I hate Temehe, but I know very well what Temehe seems happy about. You know why?

With the inquiry, the pierced knife is pulled out and the blood is overflowing.

My father was an artist.

When I said that, the woman was showing her back and didn't know what look she was wearing.

"To civilian habits, I don't even get a clan. I don't give a shit about art. I'm crazy about stuff. In the end, I left my debts behind to do whatever I wanted, but I'm not your father."

The woman's eyes, looking back again, are cloudy with the same colour of contempt.

Was it directed at the bloody Said, or was it directed at the late father?

"I've seen my work suffer up close because I can't sell it, I can't decorate it, I can't admit it, that's why. So when I first saw Temehe, I knew right away. Oh, he's just like my father."

And in that hand was a boneless hand axe held by every farmer for a winding crack.

"- I don't give a shit. I said I was worried about being self-satisfied!

Before the hand axe, a stiff sole of boots wrapped around the woman's thin feet attacked Sayid.

"The nobleman Teme is in a really good position, it doesn't even make this kind of money, because he just has such a fucking problem that he can live a playful life with a three-meal nap! You can't imagine the life of a bottom whore who flicks his crotch at his bastard Yarrow opponent every day for a dime!

Sayid's body is rolled on his back as he blows blood bubbles from his mouth.

"Yeah, I'm not licking you, Teme, but you're the most unhappy person in the world. I have cancer!

And again, muddy boots strike me like a waving hammer (mace).

"You know what I mean! I don't know! I'm the most unhappy thing in the world right now, this is me with the ducks in the corner all trash scum!!

If a woman, though a woman, was relentlessly kicked and trampled on the side of her abdomen with a fatal wound, the time it would take to become so debilitated that it would not be one thing to wander.

"So oh, at least at the end of the day, you'll die at my service. Hey, you love me, don't you? Take me, ha-ha-ha!

Looking up with vain eyes, what's there is another person with a distorted grin on her face very similar to the one she loved and the way Soutz is waving his thoughtful hand axe up.

"She... my girlfriend... where..."

Where has she gone?

Why, all of a sudden, have you disappeared?

Sayid sincerely thinks so, that's all I could think of.

Even over this period, Sole is her truth for him, and reality is an illusion.

The real girlfriend, like the crystal sculpture she created, is a sober girl with a flaming, bright, dazzling smile everywhere. And the only one who understands and loves herself -

"Whoa!!

The shaken down hand axe hit Sayid's neck beautifully.

Just around the throat Buddha, a thick blade with a little rust eats in, but with the woman's thin arm, it didn't even cut it off with a single blow.

"Whoa! Hey!!

Doesn't make the blowing return blood a one-stop deal, she even hits the hand axe.

Twice, three, four degrees, and every time you tap the blade in, the thick neck bone snaps, breaks, crushes, and finally completely breaks apart.

"Ha... ha... let me take the trouble, damn it..."

Grabbing and picking up disturbed purple hair, cursing the severed Said's head dirty.

The woman laughs as she peeks into both eyes with wide open purple eyes.

"Even if I can't, it's a real Hydra demon eye. If you do well, one million clans will go... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

"... ca... let..."

That's when I heard voices.

"Back off... give me a cannojo... frog!

It was, undoubtedly, emanating from the raw neck in my hands.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Before recognizing the fact, the woman's consciousness was interrupted.

The last thing she saw was a dazzling, purple flash of blindness.

"Ahhh! Cover it. Give it back. Yo! Canojo, get her. Ooh! Oh no, I love you but no, no!!

A second crystal sculpture picturing her had been completed in front of Said.

But there's no way I can admit it, such as a waste of time picturing her floating in such an ugly shape.

Countless cracks ran across her body, made up of crystals of clear purple, as Said reacted to her willingness to reject screaming in tears of blood.

And in the next moment, it's brittle, crumbly, and scattered.

"Frog her. Yeah, yeah! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

That's how Sayid, just his neck, kept screaming.

Seeking a lover of fantasies, who has lost a dear girlfriend who does not exist anywhere in the world.

Oh, well, the only body he had was his head from the start.

I break my neck and see Said emitting the light of the demonic eye and finally understand that, despite the fact that there was death damage in that human body that could be considered absolute.

Perhaps this macho flesh would have stuck to the mullies with 'necromancy' or something to move it.

If you look closely, there are clear seam-like marks on the neck.

But it was too late to realize that, just for a moment, by the time it was deadly.

"Guaaaaaaaaa!"

It would be more appropriate to have such things as severe pain running on your right arm, no, foreign body feeling.

It's my body, but it doesn't feel like it's mine anymore - and that's true, because it was degenerating from my elbow to my wrist into a crystal that glowed completely purple.

"Oh no no no no no no!!

Furthermore, he blocks the gaze of the devil's eye as he tries to corrode my body by crystallizing it with a blade of bad eating that grips him safely in his left hand.

And beat the sword straight to its glowing neck.

The demonic eye, which had its face amputated and sank into a sea of blood and brains, finally stopped emitting the light of the curse there.

"Ha... ha... Damn, right arm, what's going on..."

The pain has already healed, but I have lost any sense of being ahead of me from my elbow.

With every black sleeve wrapped in the Devil's Embrace (Diabolos Embrace), his right arm is turned into a purple crystal. If it wasn't here, the crystallization would have eroded beyond the shoulder to the torso.

What is surprising is that 'brunette cursed hair' coffin 'has completely withstood as it is. Is the boulder a curse gear or something? There is no feeling, but the glove on the right hand remains unchanged and stained in glossy pitch black.

The sad grunt of the maid "Master......" echoing in my head seems just a little sweet now.

In the meantime, I can't operate with my lost senses right hand, so I deliberately touch the glove with my left hand to create a tentacle. Encapsulate the crystallized areas that will be crushed with a little impact without gaps, replacing the bandages and gips.

Regardless, "Grievance" "Neck Break" ", which actually weighs quite a lot, also freed the pattern from my hands early, and I went into the shadows with" Hungry Wolf Sword "Bad Eating", which finished my role.

"Damn, you did it..."

I won to win. But the price is too great.

I lost a whole right arm, I can't take it back.

No, sure, if you paid high money, you could regenerate the missing flesh, too.

Well, I've been through regenerating my hands and feet when I was in an experimental facility, which would mean that even a sparda isn't impossible.

With that in mind, there's plenty of hope, or now you get ten million clans of fight money. Hopefully this will pay enough for the treatment...

"- It was the Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) Chrono who conquered this death fight. Ah!!

If you are aware, the announcement of a hot tone and the cheer for tens of thousands more enthusiastic comes into your ears.

A professional gladiator (gladiator) might even be one of the cool performers here, but I'm just an adventurer, I don't have that spirit of service.

Or my right arm has become a Buddha, there's no way I can afford to do that.

Now anyway, I want to go home and rest soon - no, do I have to collect my curse weapon before I do? It's a pain in the ass, but it's a corner reward.

Eight bearers (nameless), a sword proud of its ability to undead, and Hydra's demonic eye, which is unclear if it can be handled, are all charming dishes that are rarely discarded.

As the cheer that's already close to the murmur rings loud, I start to move in order to do my last, plain job of collecting weapons in the arena.

I was sick of it, that's when it happened.

"- Chrono-kun!

Looking up, an angel with wings wider than heaven descends calling my name.

That, me, is it true that the Devil's Eye killed you? Fantastic enough to seem so, but the angel is the face of those who have recently known each other well.

Nell Julius Ellord, First Princess of the Kind of Heart Avalon. And a second friend made of my sparda.

Oh good, you didn't have to get lost properly.

With that in mind, I was staring at her blurring out into the arena.