Kuro no Maou

"Huh, ha, ha!

Even today, and cheerfully, the high laughter of the second prince of Sparda echoes.

I wish the sun light would scream outdoors, but right now the place he is is is in a dragon car where many students are mostly stuffed.

Regardless, the destination is the Rank 3 dungeon 'Ischia Hill', which sets the stage for outdoor exercises, which means we are now on our way there.

Those who make it students and already have horseback riding are on it, but many students don't own it. Therefore, dragon cars are used that are best suited to travel in large numbers.

The body pulled by this large warm herbivorous dragon land dragon boasts many times the size of a carriage, but is usually loud if each person laughs out loud at the boulder.

Still saying, "It's weird!" And there is no one who can have a drink, because somehow he is a prince.

"Shut up, Will."

No, there was one person here who could plainly complain about the prince of his own country.

"Oops, sorry Simon. But Black Iron (Buster Rifle), which sunk this old world into a sea of fire, will once again bring the flames of doom to the world. Damn, how can these people not suppress the dark pleasures, dammit, fuhahahahaha -"

Simon says with his frightened jitsu eyes everywhere about how his friend starts talking about unsolicited brain settings again.

"Guns aren't that powerful, so you have to pick a lot of monsters to shoot at."

"My prey is cursed and born of destiny."

Ha, it's not the little girl - Simon, a clean boy student, who sighs small enough to say she was stunned.

It is still shallower than friendship with this mouthless prince, but there was still too much time to understand his unfortunate character.

Therefore, Simon had an approximate conjecture as to why the tension was so high in vain.

Wilhardt accidentally slipped his mouth in plain sight or something, but somehow, he looks forward to using his new weapon in action.

I don't know what it feels like to be the same guy. But I don't, so I don't fool around.

"I mean, Will's a general, so you can't just get on with it and come forward."

A clear chain of command is laid down as a single corps, beyond what is meant by outdoor exercises, i.e. the practice of military action in a group.

Its top was set on Wilhardt, Prince of Sparda, even if it did not involve the strength of combat.

Nero, the first prince of the opposing horse Avalon, declined, so it was a summary.

Such His Excellency General Wilhardt abruptly rebelled against Simon's prophecy to be dispensed with by his belly.

"What the fuck! All Sparda's generals are brave and resolute in leading their men on the front line."

"That's in the case of a strong man, like your brother or sister Leah or His Majesty King Leonhardt. Will's just like me. Arms are teasing, so don't be impotent, okay? If you rely too much on guns, you'll die from a bullet run out."

"Ugh, uh-uh..."

Gun developers. Wilhardt finally became quiet after being slapped right into deadly verdict.

But again, after a while, the prototype rifle on its shoulder begins to snap.

Still, it's a short time from completion, but Wilhardt has a good knock in how to handle a rifle, and it's a gentle lecture, so it won't get weird and broken.

Because it already breaks apart and cleans, and even assembles perfectly by itself.

"... whoa"

It was when regular swings more stimulated the afternoon drowsiness and Simon accidentally zeroed a small yawn.

"Master Will, I'm coming."

An escort maid Celia opened her mouth, holding back like a shadow in the seat opposite Simon across from Will.

"What, did you think I'd panic, Celia? Come on, sweet, sweet as the sugar that Charlotte drinks is tea with saturated aqueous solution. I would recommend a slightly more realistic choice if you were to make fun of this little, sprinkling sparda joke that deceives me. In these streets, and against a large group of armed theological students, even though they are less intelligent monsters, there are daylight raids."

"And, enemy attack!!

What blocked the long line was the scream I heard from the outside - no, announcing the monster's assault, the voice of a decree.

"Hey, what the heck!?

"Will, calm down"

Calm down, Master Will.

Words of the same content arrive from both sides.

"Ugh, um, yeah, take a cool deep breath first, SUGHER! All right, I'm calm, so, what do we do next?

"... why don't you take another deep breath?

Before Simon, who gives a slightly cooler glance and an answer, Wilhardt once again had nothing better to do than calm down and take a deep breath.

Take a big breath and throw up.

Wilhardt, who finished the second time of that simple motion, quietly opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry, you seem disturbed. First stop the dragon car, then get ready to intercept."

Now it was time to regain his calm, Wilhardt gave instructions, as per his textbook, on how to deal with a pattern of monster raids as he marched in the streets, which he had learned beforehand.

The first order, the suspension of the dragon car, is executed immediately, stopping intermittent vibrations that follow like cradles.

Next get off the dozens of students mixed with their own subordinates, executive and knight candidates.

An unpopular and famous second prince, albeit general, whose immediate unit is full of students who can be called ‘extras’ among theological students, and whose races and courses they belong to are fragmented members.

Some of them include the wacky students who were recently attacked by bandits and lost their companions and were unable to maintain a party.

However, the boulders are students of the world-renowned Royal Sparda Seminary, who quickly and thoroughly check the safety of the outside of the vehicle as trained before deploying outside.

The cadets remain in uniform characterised by the elite's attested red cape, but all the soldiered knight cadets are equipped to suit their respective classes.

The noise of a rushing chatter of metal armored men echoed even louder into the narrow car.

As such, it is the Admiral, Wilhardt, who leaves the dragon car at the end.

Stand up from your seat and speak to Simon as he tries to take on the same prototype rifle as himself and get ahead.

"Simon, you've got liver all over you."

A small head looks back at the dark blue coat woven on top of the uniform.

"You forgot? I'm still a war man."

Leaving behind with a slightly lonely look, Simon jumped out of the gate in the rear of the car.

"I can't show my soul allies any more embarrassment..."

Thus, Wilhardt also followed his friendless little back.

"Dude, I haven't had a fight or anything since my first day..."

On a beautiful unicorn stained in stunning pure white from the corner of his head to the tip of his tail hair, Nero Julius Ellord looked so nasty and zero.

Nero's red eyes, now in the front row of a bunch of theological students, show a bunch of monsters storming straight this way, raising the earthen smoke far ahead.

The opposing theological student (this one) side is promptly halting the march and moving into an interception posture - i.e. the students in charge of the weapons are rushing to each other.

"All right! Suddenly, you're lucky to be here!

Next to Nero's right, Kai Est Galblades screams as he pulls through the great sword he still bears and whips it straight across to the bicorn (bicorn) to advance at full speed.

He was also seeing an imminent enemy more than he was in the front.

One turn larger than the average human adult male figure is covered in thick muscle armor, with its dark brown skin tone giving it an even heavier feel.

Ugly distorted and vicious looks, yellowish random pile teeth peek through his wide open mouth, his eyes running completely bloody.

Besides, a big bone stick, a rusty hammer, a blade, a spilled sword and other murder weapons are grasped in a thick, successful arm like Marutai's, and they are lifting it high and wielding it.

If you look at that figure and act, you can instantly determine that apparently a group of monsters are armed oaks.

Probably something that's flown from the Rank 4 dungeon, The Great Forest of Latifundia.

The streets are surrounded by sparse woods, but if you go a little further, it leads straight to the Ratti Forest, which anyone can easily predict.

It is unclear, however, whether this group was defeated by a harsh territorial feud between monsters or whether it came out for other reasons.

Most of all, nobody cares about that, so it's just an end-of-life problem.

"Nero can rest if that's all enemies. Besides, for once, you have a subordinate, and you need someone to direct you, right?

Riding a rare crimson furry horse is Charlotte Tristan Sparda, which has the same color as its fur.

Her ears have also received a roar from a group of orcs that does not make her feel any intelligence.

Depending on how they are, there is no possibility that they are the orcs of the Spartan people, dressed like wild monsters, in case.

Theological students who refrain behind them will also be able to attack without worry, demonstrating the fruits of their daily workouts.

"I'll let you go first too, because I want to test the new me (Simobe)"

Delivering a grunting dialogue from directly behind Nero was Saphir Marya Hydra, a rare eight-legged horse Slape Neil - across the horse's undead made in 'Corpse Psychiatry (Necromancy)' similar.

I can confirm that the current approaching Orc Corps will not reach a hundred no matter how many estimates.

"It's unusual to be a jerk to Safi. I'll leave that up to you guys, I'll give them the right instructions back there. Stay away from the danger."

Reliable members respond to Nero with an invincible grin.

"Come on, it's gonna be one hell of a rampage!

"Leave it to this Charlotte, I'll blow you away in one shot!

"I don't need any miscellaneous fish ingredients, though."

Different to the Trinity, but the absolute confidence flaunted there left the same dialogue, whipping it into the horseback of horseback riding.

At the same time as the three noodles overlap, he kicks the ground vigorously and rushes like a disease.

"Enough to clean it up, or I don't have time for a breather."