Kuro no Maou

A simple wooden bed made a guillotine noise as a soft morning sun slipped indoors over the curtain.

"Mmm..."

Some glossy little broom and a thin blanket are paid off at the same time, and one girl wakes herself up.

Light watery hair is jumping with bold sleeping habits, and a bongy eye that suits the expression Sleeping Eyes better than any other.

The golden eyes move to sway, capturing those who sleep next to themselves.

"It's morning, Mr. Lily."

"Mm-hmm."

The girl who woke up, the other guy Fiona spent the night with on the same bunk, rocked Lily's little shoulder.

However, the circular emerald eyes remain hidden behind the eyelids, only to raise a sweet groan that does not make you feel any willingness to wake up.

The trick is adorable enough to captivate 10,000 people, but it didn't seem to be an incentive for Fiona to take the gentle option of keeping them asleep.

She therefore adopted a policy of awakening with one shot.

"Good morning, Mr. Chrono."

"Chrono!

My eyes, which should have been so hard closed, are patched open.

At the same time, Lily jumped with the momentum of flying with two pairs of wings as it were.

"... ah"

The awakening must have immediately reminded me of the situation in which I had been placed, Lily gave a sad look with her thin brow only in eight letters.

But even with such a face, Chrono is not here to comfort me by gently stroking my head.

It's just a fraction of his body here.

Fiona turned to her morning greeting because it's not Chrono himself, but the black eyeballs that are soaked in potion in the vial.

"Mm-hmm. Chrono!

Lily snatched away the 'Chrono' in Fiona's hand and rolled over the bed with a gobble as she held it in her chest.

Fiona gets out of bed with a mixed eye of understanding and fright at such a look.

Even alongside Lily, who really emits light from her skin, Fiona's white nudity becomes exposed without being inferior.

All she wears when she sleeps in bed is a piece of black underwear. The chest, which is usually hidden under a witch robe or uniform blouse, also exposes the large mass it should be.

Regardless, there is no need to be ashamed because there is no other eye here than Lily.

In the strict sense of the word, there is also the left eye of Chrono, but as a Fiona today, it would rather be where we want it.

"... Mmm, your chest underwear (bra) is getting a little tight"

Fiona finished dressing quickly, mouthing a slight developmental concern that had nothing to do with such a lily at all.

Skirts and blouses are very similar to seminary uniforms, simple and commonly designed. Weave the apprentice magician robe that Chrono gave you.

Of course, Fiona adjusts to suit her, and more specifically, she adds (enchants) the magic of 'stretching (fitting)' that changes size to match what she wears.

It was as easy as that because I handmade a high grade witch robe that was complete enough to keep it in a luxury store.

And don't forget, the silver ring of memories given to you by Chrono.

Its sterling silver glow will still subtly colour Fiona's left pharmacopoeia finger today.

"Well, what's for breakfast this morning?"

Fiona finishes her sleeping habits with a fine magic kushi made in Sinclair Republic that she can beautifully get her hair done with just one stroke, but she tries to leave with a shitty,

"Fiona, don't forget. Damn!

and, along with his adorable attention, he grabs the hem of a black pleated skirt and stops Fiona from walking.

"Excuse me, sir."

Remembering forgetfulness, Fiona takes two magic fixtures (magic items) out of her spatially magical (dimensional) pouch.

One is white kachusha.

The moment I put it on my head, Fiona's blue hair, like a clear blue sky, would change at midnight as it was, in other words, black hair.

The other thing I took out was black edge glasses with no philosophy whatsoever.

But if you put it on, now the glowing golden eyes will change its color to a refreshing blue.

"Tie Lily's hair, too."

Lily complains as she sits back in bed properly and grabs the long hair of a platinum blonde in two bundles.

"Yes."

"Be cute."

"Yes, sir."

Fiona, who responded pleasantly to Lily's request, put her hands on the golden thread-like hair flowing around behind its little back.

It was a slightly obnoxious gesture, but Fiona finished Lily's blonde hair to poor twin tails.

But when the magical effect of the two white ribbons that bind that hair is exerted, the radiant platinum blonde turns into a deep dark color that absorbs any light.

"Yes, I got it."

"Thanks."

Lily's hand, jumping off the bed with Piong, was loaded with the last finishing item, two contact lenses, at some point.

With one eye closed and the lens fitted with such gestures as fear, Emerald Green's eyes changed its color to Crystal Blue.

"You're ready."

"Yeah!"

It is the magic equipment for disguise (magic items) that Lily has privately borrowed from Sophia's board chairman that these two have all turned into the same dark haired, blue-eyed look.

They're all applying the magic of light, their hair is black, their eyes are blue, they're just making each look like one, and the color isn't really degenerating.

"Well, now we're going to have breakfast."

"I hope it tastes good."

Pleated skirts are of the same design in the blouse they wear, besides even the blue socks and loafers.

On top of this, Fiona wears an apprentice magician robe, and Lily wears an apprentice healer (Priest) robe that incorporates a gimmick that can hide two pairs of fairy-proven feathers.

The two people who have a soothing conversation can only look at each other as close sisters at first glance because of their colours and outfits.

But what they are about to do in Avalon, this country where they have come from leaving Sparda, is a ritual of human experimentation and sacrifice that is roughly humanitarian.

Most importantly, the fact that the two of us have no guilt or dust and have no hesitation in executing it is proven above all by Farren's bandit crusade and the end path followed by several groups of men parties caught on the road to this point.

So all those two people were now thinking about was whether the breakfast service offered at this "Cat's Tail Pavilion" Avalon headquarters was better than the Sparda branch they used to use.