Kuro no Maou

On the 13th of the month of platinum, it is time for the sun to sink into the ridge of the grim Galahad.

It still takes a few hours to reach a point on the northwest street that leads from Sparda to Avalon, to the nearest village of Dakia.

Given the time zone and location, it would be normal to choose Nojuku unless you were in such a hurry.

And here, a set of adventurer parties were just about to get ready for camp.

The numbers are four, magicians and archers and warriors and swordsmen, all human men, typical configurations that are not uncommon in Sparda.

But they were closer to saying bandits than general adventurers.

Bandits, even though it's not just the people who made Phalen noise yesterday, more whimsically, or if the opportunity turns around, it's the potential types that attack merchants, travelers, and peers that are the most common.

Even without murder, the case of robbing hardware and equipment will not be rejected in this world.

In other words, although they run superficial adventurers, they were essentially just criminals.

Because there are so many of these, there is still a negative image that the adventurer is crude, rampant, and full of bad galas.

Apart from the familiar adventurers who operate solely in their hometown villages, they are populated and, in addition, highly migratory urban areas and flow adventurers, etc. see it that way in particular.

The cunning thing about them here and now, however, is that their appearance is such a good young man who is serious and refreshing, and will be making the most of it.

"Hey, look, it's awesome!

A shooter-class man, who was exploring his surroundings to find the right terrain for the camp, raised his voice in excitement.

My people don't ask what's going on.

The question to ask him is:

"In which sense?

"A woman!

In other words, it is about the type of prey you will receive, either gold or women, and so on.

"Like."

"You're the best."

"God bless you."

Sorcerers, swordsmen and warriors, each smiled wickedly distorting their superior appearance.

"Grace is not a level, it's a hell of a lot of money."

Until now, the eyes that see are also fat, being them who have hooked up the number of women there.

That's what they admire so far, their expectations, their breasts and their groins roar with no response.

"How many?

But it was the man in the sorcerer class, the party leader, who asked calmly here.

"One, no... two?

"Which one, there's a man's twat?

"No, it's a pair of two, but one's a child, a toddler girl, a toddler girl"

"Toddler girl..."

What to do, and a somewhat imaginative face magician.

The subtle expression is the same for the archer who witnessed it directly, and the same for the swordsman, though

Only the warrior looked somewhat happy.

"Toddlers are so cute, they're probably sisters."

"Well, then don't be money if you can't use it"

They have slave merchants who are benevolent, if they can successfully sell there, their nostalgia will warm up at once, to the point where it seems silly to do a serious adventurer.

Slavery is such a luxury.

"Okay, I'm gonna go for a little while, then."

When the sorcerer crossed the horse magnificently, the three sent out their leader with pleasure.

It's not Dada who's striving for a party leader, he's the best at the look and the trick of confusing women.

And he has that pride, too.

The magician, who ran down the street carrying the expectations of his companions, quickly found the figure, thinking that the bandit had shown him ‘a hell of a top ball'.

In the opposite direction from ourselves, I wonder if we have taken the streets via the village of Dakia from the Sparda side, where we aim is Avalon?

I couldn't take the option of walking with my young sister to the boulder, or the figure is crossed by two passengers on a fine bodily black horse.

The size of horseback riding alone catches my eye enough,

"Wow, you're serious..."

One girl who manipulates it with a brilliant handkerchief, the sorcerer, has forgotten me for a moment and bewitched me by its beauty.

What she wraps up with is a robe of black apprentice magicians that even Sparda students don't wear very often at this time.

Such a wild outfit, yet her beauty there was not slightly compromised.

The glossy brunette shortcut, which takes a simple white Katyusha, shines back and forth in the sun.

Dark hair and black robes gave a clearer white skin face more prominence.

On a sharp jaw line, thin peach lips, smooth nose beams, and every part boasts the perfect degree of completeness as God has revealed it.

Among them, the blue eyes that shine beneath those black edge glasses and the eyes that seem to notice somewhere have a mysterious atmosphere everywhere.

The sorcerer's self, too, wears bespoke, sprinkled glasses deliberately to give a more intelligent image, but her glasses looked great enough to make it ridiculous that such a thing was a small worker.

Instead of being bespoke, it's supposed to be the kind of nasty blackedge glasses even the village toolshop sells, but even that makes it seem terribly attractive as if it's a single dish thing made for her.

"Wow..."

Already, the distance is shrinking to the point where the other person's face can be confirmed.

Even so, the sorcerer doesn't stop remembering chest moments like when he was still a young boy and was in love with his sister, who lives in the neighborhood, on far away days.

Love at first sight, if it is true, it is true.

"... I'll do it"

But now he is a playboy who has taken many women to the palm of his hand, not a beginner virgin boy or anything.

By that will, he swears firmly to his heart.

"Definitely, I'll make it my thing"

And as usual, no, he gave her a more perfect refreshing smile than usual and called out to her.

"I'm glad you got caught up from the first day"

On the thirteenth day of the platinum moon, the yang was immersed on the other side of the Galahad Mountains at midnight.

The place is in a bush slightly off the street.

If anyone ran down the street in a hurry, they wouldn't realize there were people in this place.

How much louder in human voice, because the distance is so far away that it doesn't reach the streets.

"I'm sure the demon god is blessing our journey, oh demon god, thank you very much"

"Isn't it ineffective to flatter me properly because I'm going to sacrifice you?

"Right"

Two figures in the bush who interact like that.

One wrapped his apprentice magician robe around him, a girl with kachusha and black edge glasses.

The other is a long twin-tailed toddler in an apprenticeship healer (Priest) white robe.

Two people with the same dark hair and blue eyes in robes look like sisters at first glance.

But there's no blood connection between these two. The race is different in the first place.

"Then light the fire, so stay back because it's dangerous, Mr. Lily."

"Don't burn it too flashy, Fiona"

Yes, the color of appearance is the difference, but the two were Leprechaun Lily and Witch Fiona, belonging to the Rank 3 Adventurer party Element Master.

What the two of us need is a human body and life, which is not physically or legally readily available, but fortunately, as Fiona lied, we got four sacrifices as early as the first day we left Sparda.

The eyeglass mage man, who approached him in a somewhat familiar manner, and the three men who named his party members, together the four of whom could be called such beautiful men because of their appearance, but the ugly desire to hide behind the sweet mask had been revealed by Lily, who boasted a powerful telepathic ability.

Apparently, they interpreted themselves conveniently as unknown apprentice magicians, and took the initiative to steer Fiona and Lily to a great position where no one would ever be able to help them if they cried out.

Thanks to this, Lily's human experiment could be carried out smoothly, and in this way, there is no problem in setting fire to Fiona's sacrifice.

The four are bound with rope, just like the bandits of some day, and then, tied around a single tree.

The heads of all had already been blown to the other side of the moon by both self and reason, since Lily had already sporadically rolled around to her liking, and her neat appearance had merely been distorted into existence to raise meaningless groans as she drooled whoever out of her mouth.

Fiona mumbles the forbidden chant with one hand, the sealed designated forbidden book "Road Mark to the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons", staring untouched with her sleepy golden - no, now blue-dyed eyes.

"Dedicated to all evil gods -"

Without waiting a minute, four bodies naturally ignite when all chants are over.

The fire turns with momentum as if the whole body had been painted on alchemy oil (oil) beforehand, and the four fire mills are instantly created.

The four sources of fire ignite them intact to the tree that binds them, eventually turning them into a huge, burning pine.

And so the flesh and soul of the four men were slapped down into heaven as much as possible as the food of Fiona's power, no, to the far hell where the evil gods dwelt.