Kuro no Maou

Avalon, the oldest of the group of urban nations, stands a mansion on its outskirts.

Since it is around the royal castle and in the heart of the city that the mansions of the great nobles involved in the politics of the country, or which accumulate vast territories and enormous wealth, stand alongside Sparda, the approximate qualities of their owners are also known simply because the mansion is situated in a suburb.

And without any particular exception, it was actually the successful merchants there in Avalon who lived in this mansion.

Couples old enough to be called magnificent in a few more years, the race are elves, happy two married after a genuine romantic marriage.

The problem of not having a child who was deeply disturbed by his head until last year would also have been solved by looking at his wife's large, swollen stomach. The birth of the first child of the petition must come true by the end of the month.

There was a person asking about the two men who were in such further happiness.

"I'm from White Light Church, for the poor children, please donate"

It is a common arrangement in large cities, not just Avalon.

In this day and age, the country also launches a policy of salvation for the weak, and the temple, which celebrates the Black Gods, which last longer than in ancient times, carries out various charitable activities.

That is why not everyone is saved, more terminally, financially blessed.

Therefore, it was also an ancient custom of people to see the behavior of wacky, suspicious emerging religions and others raising their names on their own and soliciting donations.

"White Light Church or it does seem to run an orphanage in the Glades... I don't even hear very good rumors, would you like me to pick it up"

If the other person came from the Temple of Avalon in tradition and format, it was conceived of a decent fit and some donation, but the interpretation is a dozen tangled and frigid religious groups.

The merchant of the elf ordered the hired guard to tell him no.

At that time, whoever named White Light Church went home honestly.

"I'm from White Light Church, for the poor children, please donate"

After a while, he reappeared.

The merchant has said no this time, it is a natural decision.

"I'm from White Light Church, for the poor children, please donate"

And a third visit.

The time is after midnight, when the dates also change from the 12th to the 13th of the month of platinum.

The merchant couldn't say no this time - no, it was no longer a situation where he could say no.

"Hey, what the heck... you guys can't do this and joke about it!

Elf merchants were being held in rope in the mansion's living room. Next door, his weighty wife is similarly rolled to the floor.

Nothing else, by the hands of the 'White Light Church People' who have suddenly entered the Mansion.

"Unforgivable demon tribe betraying the guidance of white light."

Towards the two of them, it was one white boy who threw words that had no discouragement but had definite connotations of contempt.

White skin with delicate silver hair that flows brilliantly like silver thread.

In its small and luxurious form, this pure white coat is decorated everywhere with a golden cross.

At first glance alone, I don't know if he is a boy or a girl, but only the fact that his appearance is beautiful makes him understand instantly, he is a beautiful red-faced boy.

But his blue eyes didn't have the luminous boy-like glow to be there, they just stared untouched.

"Come on, it's bad for you guys who don't give a fuck!

The girl, who gives a tall voice that sounds kinky next to the boy, has charming looks to her red hair and eyes that reflect the primordial magic of the flames, appropriate to her age, such as her mid-teens.

The blazer, which she wears in black with a gold edge, is the uniform of the prestigious Avalon Imperial College.

However, he does not look like a very strict college student wearing a skirt with a shorter length to the limit critical, so radically that he can see even the worn umbilical of the piercing.

From a wide open chest, a white winged tattoo would be more convincing, such as peeking and putting only a uniform on a young whore.

"So, by heavenly punishment, it's here. I'll get it, Cahaha!

It was the boys of the same age who refrained behind the girl's laughter.

"Come on - it's early, you win. Ew!

"Thank you so much for the grace of the Virgin Mary!

Unlike the two of them, they are all dressed like slum chimps in everything.

But now there was less than a defect to be punished by law: a break-in robbery that just took away from where it was.

Luxury, not so vague as to be called, but a living room so superior to the average family of Avalon is instantly vandalized by the hands of a young usurper.

What you want is gold and silver coins, or gems, precious metals that shine beautifully at a glance of value.

Ignorant and educated who don't understand the value or taste of objects, they can only have enough recognition to just break and play without saving the artistic value of the paintings and sculptures decorated in the mansion.

Naturally, the hand of destruction does not just stay in the living room, in the first place, the golden-eyed object you are looking for is highly official in another room, such as the bedroom.

The storm of looting will not stop until this mansion is blown from end to end, leaving no room in the basement.

The merchant, who was shown to be ravaged by his castle, which he had painstakingly built, had no choice but to beg to stop the barbarism.

"I said, please, don't do this any more, I'll do anything with a donation!

"I don't have ears to lend to the devil's words."

At some point, a shrewd boy cleric who is slowly lowering his hips on the couch overtook the merchant's plea.

"I mean, it really doesn't make sense, so I killed Atashi and all the other humans who were already out there."

Laughing asshole, the girl in uniform gets on the couch with the momentum of jumping next to the boy.

The trick of leaning an immature body on a boy with thin legs was strangely accustomed.

"Ugh..."

To the girl's words, the elf merchant distorts her face like "after all".

His wife and others, who are rolled next to him, were poked at the fact that the murder had now been committed for the first time, turning their faces bright blue and trembling.

"Haha, he said rank 3 or something. Kedo, if we had a guardian (Guardian), it would have been super easy!

With a red scepter (wand) gripped in the girl's hand that would be to exercise the magic of fire, it can be inferred that she is a class of flaming magicians, even a merchant who is oblivious to the battle.

I don't know if her prowess is comparable to that of a real college student at all, but she won't remember an immediate threat from the looks of it if it's actually relative.

The merchant can be believed to be the fact that her words are not false, only because she was actually stepped into the mansion in this way, and because the presence known to them as the 'Guardian' stands before her with a sense of intimidation shameless in its name.

Yes, it's not just the young boys and girls who are here, as if they were their guardians, there's a giant figure just two meters tall.

The appearance of wearing a dark stained, dirty white surcoat all over reminds me of the infantry-equipped undead of appearing in a ruin-based dungeon.

Perhaps it's really undead from being silent all the time from the appearance, and from not wandering around in one place except when a juvenile cleric directs him to act.

Its head is covered with a monk-like headscarf and, for some reason, an iron mask on its face, so it cannot discern the species from a glance alone.

Two giants of such a creepy appearance and appearance, rightly standing as guardians of the juvenile clergy.

Even the merchants of thoughts who soothe themselves with fear could have guessed that these boys had reached such outrage because they could follow the mysterious figure of this guardian warrior (Guardian), no other.

Most importantly, if things weren't going to work out where I expected them to, the real fear that would strike him would begin.

"Virgin Aria does not bless the birth of the devil's son, the new sinner who was originally guilty"

"Hey, what..."

I couldn't understand exactly what the boy cleric meant by the words he groaned at the pretend, but the fact that his eyes were directed at the belly where his beloved wife, and the child who should be pouring more love than that, sleeps, helplessly gives the worst interpretation.

"I have to plead not guilty."

That's what I said and removed from my nostalgia was a glowing jewel in pure white.

The bigger it is to the boy's palm, but if you think it's a single gem (diamond), it's a substandard size.

With his appraisal eye there as a merchant, he spotted at a glance that it was never just a sham (imitation), but a real treasure ball, and, moreover, a magic piece (magic item) with magic power.

To the stunning white glow that can only hold more quality than its authenticity, so much so that the merchant unexpectedly forgets and sees the status quo.

"Do My Will," "To Heavenly Treasure Ball (Diamond Haven)" "

Reacting to that word, the white jewel blinks the dazzling light only once.

With the flash, the merchant takes me back like I woke up from the magic of charm.

And you finally realize that you're in a life-threatening predicament, that is, a whole bunch of guardian warriors (Guardians) are approaching you with a massive knife in their hands.

"Wow!

The merchant, who could only scream, without even having a dialogue of bitter begging for his life, could only react to the intense pain that would strike him at the next moment and only stiffen his body.

"Ah...... ah?

A few seconds later, the merchant finally recognized his condition accurately.

Apparently, I wasn't stabbed with a knife, it turns out that the rope I was tying my body to was just cut.

It became apparent shortly afterwards, even if I did not understand what the hell the intent was to deliberately untie the detention.

"Oh, you, what..."

The merchant, who became free, stood up on the spot, while shaking one leg up towards his weighty wife, still lying at his feet.

"Become -"

A merchant leaked a dialogue of confusion that he couldn't understand what he was doing, but it was scratched off by a scream of his wife ripping silk.

His legs enter his beloved wife's abdomen with the impetus to crush even the vermin that sprang up at the end of the garden.

The shock would have run through her gut, which is a normal elf woman, and definitely passed on to the baby that lives in her bloated abdomen as well.

Shocked by the violence that could not have swung from this husband for the rest of his life, the cheapness of his beloved child, the intense pain that unhelplessly afflicts his whole body - the pursuit takes place instantly towards his wife, who has a painful expression with such emotions all in one place.

"Ugh, wow, what the hell is this, stop it! Stop, stop. Yes!!

He finally understands at this time that the storm of violence, which is prolonged and repeated three, four times, is a state in which the body moves at will correctly, completely unrelated to his will.

But from what I found out, my legs never stopped treading on my beloved, and even if I stopped now, it was obvious that I was already in an irrevocable state when I saw my wife blowing blood bubbles out of her mouth and fainting with white eyes.

"Haha, too much livestock to do already -!

"The original sin of the Demons can only be redeemed with death."

The two boys and girls look high as they lay themselves on a soft couch watching such a hell.

The girl points her finger and laughs, the boy has no emotions for what he has done, only his unchanging cloudy eyes.

"By the way, are you stopping?

"I'm not trying to stop"

"Oh, well, stay put until Atashi burns the Mansion (Coco). What, Uke?"

The Elf merchant will be freed by the name of death until the boys take possession of the property in this mansion.

And the two of us in a body overlapping position on the couch already knew in our previous experience that it would still take a while.

"Hey, are you sissy here?

"Whatever you want."

"Eh heh, I love you!

The two young men thus overlap their bodies in a true sense in their spare time.

A couple united by a vow of love to the truth is given a death full of suffering, and boys and girls united only by their bodies in distorted sexuality devour pleasure as they desire - this was right, hell.