Kuro no Maou

"Good luck. It was a brilliant fight, Master Chrono"

Exiting and waiting for me in the athlete's aisle was a young man in a slightly pale swallow tail suit.

The man named Mordred's butler speaks of the requirements early in the arrow before I raise any doubts about his sudden appearance.

"This is Fight Money's, for a total of thirteen million clans. Please, give it to me. And this is--"

From there, one after the other, a familiar weapon comes out of the butler's Shadow. I'm coming out. Do you recognize all the weapons of the curse that I have just dealt with?

In addition to the eight unmarked (nameless), even a solid pitch-black sword. Extremely, two eyeballs with demonic and beautiful purple eyes, bottled in potion. Sayid's Devil's Eye.

When the hell did you recover these weapons, how did the Devil's Eye collect them, or soak them in a potion? It is already full of various concerns.

But not long after I broke into it, the butler who danced to my shadow on his own with the reward - no wait, is someone else going to open Shadowgate!?

"Excuse me, because your hands seemed blocked"

No, I do still hold Nell back, but I didn't need that kind of amazing care.

But is this the interference with spatial magic (Dimension)? I kind of remember hearing that, but I'm surprised they do it right in front of me.

Well, now is the time to complain, and in the meantime, keep it blackened in the shadows. Especially Sayid, yours is strictly, politely, with a right arm grudge.

"I will now take you to the infirmary. Please, take your time and spend some time with the two of you."

"Ha, thanks for that."

However, when I take you to the infirmary, you go to the hotel suite. All you have to do is give Nell a break and double-check his right arm for any abnormalities, and we'll just say goodbye to this place.

And I thought at this time...

"Chrono-kun."

Nell's gentle voice echoes right in his ear and makes him feel excited once again.

On a white, clean bed, me and Nell are putting themselves together - I don't know, it's a terribly misleading situation, but it's definitely not a nasty situation or anything.

"We're still in therapy, so don't move, okay?

Yes, now I have Nell using healing magic (cure) in the guided infirmary to heal my resurrected right arm.

But there shouldn't be any particular problem, since I've carried a Nell with a weight of one adult woman plus both wings from the arena to this bed in a princess's arms. Just in case.

"Oh, oh..."

But I'm not the only one so thrilled, because Nell is holding my right arm tight.

Don't forget, now the right arm has a torn 'Devil's Embrace (Diabolos Embrace)' and his bare hands remain peeled out.

Besides, the "black hair curse" coffin "is also removed because it is not good if it gets in the way of treatment.

When I remove it, I say, "My husband - you're not fooled! Though he showed tremendous resistance by making a mysterious scream.

Anyway, my right arm is completely bare to the tip of my finger.

With nothing blocking the senses, the soft, bright white palms that I don't think are running Nell's adventurers stroke their arms, and the chest feel of definite weight and warmth, albeit over thick fabric, is pressed.

Besides, Nell's in a position to keep his head on my shoulder. Her voice is heard right out of her ear because of it.

"Hey, Nell, you know, I'd better get away a little bit..."

"No, I can't, I'm still in therapy, because what?"

If you say so, all I can do is shut up.

Naturally, but I can't help but feel ashamed and can't look directly at Nell's face right next door.

Appropriately out of sight, I concentrate on this indoor observation without meaning. But if I don't, I'm going to concentrate on another soft sensation... yeah, relax, me.

In the first place, isn't it bad that there's only two of us here, me and Nell?

This infirmary is not as imagined in the general public and remains boneless stone oriented, but if you look at the enrichment of chemicals, potions, etc. contained on the shelves, including the bed sitting on its back, you can see that it is adequately prepared.

Yes, end of observation. Again, a time of silence flows when I can't help but wonder about the presence of a snuggling Nell.

We've been face-to-face here every day lately, and we've been having fun and bickering, but at this time, I can't think of a topic at all. Thank you for the treatment, because it won't be the same, which I just told you about.

What am I supposed to do, keep my mouth shut like this, or should I force myself to tell you something?

Like, um, talking about the cursed weapon that was just presented?

No, no, it's not an effortless atmosphere to say, "I don't know how to use this demon eye" or anything.

Demon eyes with names like "Purple Crystal Eyes (Amethyst Gays)" are grown up thanks to blackening for now.

But you can't imagine that if you unblacken it, you'll have the great luminescence of the curse again. Such a creepy feeling.

Maybe I should sell this off rather than use it myself poorly. It seems famous, and it would cost a million clans a piece.

Just thinking about it, time still passes silently. All you feel is Nell's temperature coming from his right arm and that little breath.

"... Chrono-kun"

At the same time that the healing magic that emits a blur of white light stops inadvertently, it was called upon.

"What?

You can't keep pointing that way if you can talk to a boulder.

Turning his gaze downward to the right, there was Nell staring at me with his hot moist eyes again.

Both eyes are now back in their original sky blue after the protection has expired.

Staring at you at this close range, you'll learn the illusion that you're about to be sucked into the clear blue, like a fascinating demonic eye.

"Um, I-"

The sound of a slightly stronger knock echoed indoors when she tried to say something.

"Wahhhh!?

"Whoa!

I was surprised by the sudden knock, but more frightened is Nell, who takes excessive reactions.

Who the hell are you, or didn't you pay for it?

"It's open, go ahead"

For now, there's no reason to throw it back, maybe the butler earlier came complaining about "I knew you'd better go home".

"Excuse me, sir."

It was the woman in the black costume who came into the room saying so.

The alluring feminine body line is clearly emerging in a full-body suit type like the big body of Sayid I fought earlier on.

Most importantly, the parts worn on the hands, feet and waist are different, so I get a completely different impression from the Said's gear.

"Um, who is it?

Nell, who seeps through his guard and asks what, gets more powerful holding my right arm.

It sucks more than that, and no matter how much you're not interested in big tits, it's a wack you have to be aware of if you feel it directly - no, more than that, it's this woman that's the problem.

From that gear, it would be a class of bandits or assassins.

However, as if I had fought in the arena until just now, the costume is worn out and the armor on my left hand is completely smashed.

I don't know if he was the one who played the game after me, but I often looked at the woman's face and she looked familiar somewhere.

Style looks like a bright green hair clumped together in the back of your head, with cool watery eyes, how beautiful your sister is, yeah, I knew I'd seen you, this guy.

"That, could it be Celia?

"Yes, long time no see, Master Chrono"

And the appearance of a respectful salute matched perfectly with the escort maid, who always refrained like a shadow behind Wilhardt.

"And forgive the disrespect of standing before you in this outfit, Princess Nell"

"No, you're sure... Prince Wilhardt's maid, aren't you? Don't worry about it."

Royalty to boulders, Will and Nell seem to know each other well, including the maid of honor.

"I'm very sorry for what you're enjoying,"

"No, I didn't do anything fun. So, what's going on? I thought you and Will were going out for an outdoor exercise."

"The outdoor exercise was interrupted by a raid on a Rank 5 monster."

Eh, there were two overlapping voices of doubt.

"What do you mean?

"Learn more"

Celia takes a piece of paper out of her nose and gives it to me. It was the most familiar document for an adventurer, that is, a request for a quest.

Urgent quest, help me.

Remuneration/Stay Wanted

Deadline/Now

Client/Wilhardt Tristan Sparda

What we ask of you, Krono, I ask you to anticipate you as my soul's ally. Will you please help us?

Save what happens, but let's just remember the status quo.

All students attending the outdoor exercises of our Royal Seminary of Sparda are now surrounded by a large group of monsters in the ancient castle of Ischia, in isolation and helplessness. Neither the Knights rescue nor the Adventurers rescue team may make it.

But I am sure that you will come to this predicament as well. Just like you saved me from being chased by Raspun all over Mount Galahad.

That's why I entrust this request by name. To no one else, Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) Chrono.

Finally, just write this information down.

Leading a large group of monsters that have emerged is the rank 5 monster Greedgore.

However, apparently it is not the normal greedgore, but the possibility of a subspecies due to its black colour. And it is undoubtedly this black greedgore who follows an army of a wide variety of monsters.

Engagement with the monster turned out to be manipulated by the parasitic (parasitic) ability of the lightning attribute, but nothing more is unknown.

If a seminary student manipulated just like a monster, no, even if I were here, slash me away without any hesitation.

Everyone is already ready for that.

Stretch, Simon is waiting for your arrival, don't make that lovely alchemist cry.

"As you can see, at present, the ancient castle of Ischia is in a critical situation. Prince Wilhardt has issued an urgent quest against you, Master Krono, by royal decree."

In the corner of the requisition, the crest of the sparda with the crown and two swords crossed is stamped with red ink.

"This is an informal quest that hasn't passed the guild yet, can you accept it?

It would be official, but it would be informal, but does it matter?

Iles Village, the Battle of Alsace...... Can't I stay in a fellow crisis again?

No, I don't want to go to such a wacko. I'm sorry, I don't want to feel that way again. I can't believe it's the third time.

Absolutely, I'll definitely help you out, this time, I'll make it.

"Naturally, I'm going now, so definitely stay alive and wait, Will, Simon!!