Kuro no Maou

"Wow, I guess they ended up taking all the good places to Wing Road"

"Fine. Nothing, I'll let you do whatever you want. It's easy over here."

"But now, this outdoor exercise is about learning collective military action -"

"Don't be so obstinate because you couldn't shoot a gun. We'll have to shoot tomorrow anyway."

The Sunset Ischia Village Adventurers Guild is full of vibrant adventurers who join us for dinner and liquor.

A second-floor dining room, co-located within the guild, in the corner of its seat, was secretly foolish as a second prince of Sparda sipped cheap alcohol to his little friend.

Its characteristic redhead is hidden by the deep hood of a feathered apprentice magician robe, and no one realizes who it is.

Most of all, all the adventurers already in the guild were turning drunk, so they would have been gorgeously thru even if they were exposed to bare faces.

"If you drink too much barley wine (ale), you'll get sick."

"Well, it's good, Simon, now I'm a lowlife who entrusts herself to temporary decadent pleasure (alcohol)... come on, doom, come on..."

"Hey, hey, don't throw up in the bathroom!

Huh, ha, and Wilhardt, who makes a high laugh that feels a little fuzzier than usual, is apparently willing to be assisted by Simon.

"Ha... I wasn't going to hang out with Will's Wagamama..."

Simon looks smug, sighing openly.

In the first place, we're having a small liquor platter or something in a place like this a few hours ago.

"Huh haha! O Simon, let us not go to lust for this holy fresh water that is closed to me and defeated the prison world and dedicated to the gods!!

"Uh, I mean, you want me to get out of the camp and go for a drink?

"Ranri!!

It would be Simon's luck that he reluctantly gave this an OK.

No, although Simon and I are classroom savory habituals, I'm not a painful kid stained with the idea of "anti-social me cool" anything.

I didn't admit it in two replies.

"Please! When I made friends, it was my dream to sneak out and go for a drink."

And if they make a plea to forsake any royal majesty, they will have to go out with it.

Thus came the two men, who had snuck out of the camp of theological students on the outskirts of the village of Ischia, to the tavern of the Alliance.

Of course, don't tell your favorite escort maid Celia.

At least, I think only the main Wilhardt could totally deceive his eyes, just Wilhardt, ha.

"Keep it really good, 'cause tomorrow we're finally going in the dungeon"

"I can hear you, the cry of the wicked demons... good, let me feed you enough, my bullet of doom!

Today, the fifth day since the departure of Sparda from the 14th of the month of Platinum, we have arrived in the village of Ischia, one step ahead of the ancient castle, which can be found in the destination Rank 3 dungeon "Hill of Ischia".

If we leave the village early tomorrow morning, we will be able to set foot in the hills of the dungeon by noon and enter the ancient castle of Ischia further at dusk.

Otherwise, it's the last night you can sleep in a safe area called the village before entering the dungeon.

Getting out of the camp and going for a drink, like Will, can actually be a routine event among some theological students in outdoor exercises.

Of course, if I stand out and do it with dignity, I will be scolded.

"I'm glad you're in the mood, but I really want you to give me a break for a massive monster outbreak or something. I wonder if the Ratty Forest is rough right now with all those orcs showing up in the streets."

"Hmm, sure"

Will also seriously responds to Simon's concerns.

"I thought the noticeable trend here in the Ratti Forest these days was about the big outbreak of slime that started about a month ago, but um, maybe it's becoming so influential that it's threatening the orc habitat"

"Speaking of slime, I heard Mr. Lily hunted in the Ratty Forest about 300 years ago."

"Three hundred, whatever it takes. That's too much."

"Hey, Mr. Lily can afford it."

Simon with some distant eye and I assure you.

Will only knows what an adorable young lady Lily looks like, called 'The Fairy of Happiness' and so on in seminary, so I can't imagine what the hell she would do on the battlefield and so on.

"That Lily you... you're kidding, right?

"Ha, no way, that guy's the scariest of 'Element Masters'"

Seeing Simon's face, whose eyes weren't completely laughing, Will stopped listening any more.

Will understands very well that there is some information in the world that you should not know.

"Anyway, I don't know what's going on in the Ischia Hills until I actually get there, so I need to be careful."

"Uhm, let's keep it in mind"

And that was when Will answered.

"Oh my God, what do you mean you can't prepare booze!!

Big yells roared in the lobby of the guild enough to kick the drunks' hustle and bustle.

"Wow, what are you..."

He seems to be rubbing it with some staff.

Not only was Simon and Will whispering hiccups, but the man who now yelled attention all over the guild was collecting them.

"Hey, you know what, what's coming is the head of the Rank 5 Adventurer Party, The Iron Ghosts. If we don't have enough booze, for God's sake, we don't know what happens to these de country guilds!

Apparently, it's the little fat human man who's calling and scattering.

Due to its shape and gear, I wouldn't be part of a Rank 5 party, no matter what you think.

Probably a small-time user who undertakes chores, such as arranging accommodation and replenishing items.

The little fat man, however, is a bluff as if he were a rank five adventurer, putting a critical ass to blackmail officials complaining about his lack of alcohol.

Even if you're attracting obvious attention from all over the guild in this way, you might as well call it talent for not showing a bare gesture that you care about at all.

"I've heard of the Iron Ghosts, they're pretty famous parties in Sparda, aren't they?

"Um, Gustav's proud party, an orc warrior under the alias' Iron Blooded Ghost '."

Four of the party members are each composed of oak, cyclops, golems, minotaurs, all of them only a powerfighter race with excellent arm strength.

When it comes to physical and ranged attacks, which are all about magic and other evil roads, it's just the mechanical giant bow that the Golem pulls.

"But another famous one is the number of constituents borrowing the name of the Iron Ghosts."

Apparently, a man named Gustav has a terribly well cared for personality and is actively taking in those who are associated with him.

That is to say, welcoming as a party member even if there is a difference in rank, an act that, according to the common sense of the adventurer, does not gain anything.

Still, they take care of low-ranking members, not only in terms of money and equipment, but also in terms of mentoring them in action. And once you've grown up to some extent, you're going to stand on your own.

Most of all, they may have a slightly unusual certification that rank 5 can only be officially named if it is combined with four power races, including Gustav, whom I gave earlier.

Anyway, in an action that can also be called such a kind of charity, admired by its affiliated members, other adventurers have earned respect, and the guild has been pushed to a good party and heartbeat that they can also trust.

"For that matter, I think I'm rubbing it."

"Because we have a mercenary-like number of people, I'm sure there are a few who are in trouble."

Even while the two of them were talking about it, the little fat guy kept heating up, and it seemed like his anger was becoming an in-store BGM at the earliest opportunity.

The boulder has an atmosphere that says it's time for someone to stop.

"Hey, Osama, come on, shut up, it's gonna taste like booze."

And, at the best time everyone wanted, the complaint about the man went up.

"Oh, my God, this is from the Rank Five Party -"

"Rank five, what's wrong?

Standing in front of a man was one boy.

Slurry lengths are wrapped in the uniform of the Royal Sparda Seminary, whose backs are flickered with bright red cloaks to burn.

The beauty with the same brunette red eyes as the legendary Demon King is colored with an obvious grump and brilliant eyebrow roots are rushed.

"Ugh, you, no way..."

But it wasn't that look of him that silenced the man he was calling for all at once, but a brilliant single guild card on its neck.

Whiter than silver and more glorious than gold, its silver unmistakably shows rank 5 misrill plate.

And that's where the name should be carved.

"Nero Julius Ellord......"

The man and all the adventurers who were watching the noise nearby muttered so, breathlessly.

"Oh, my God, he's been drinking too"

And there was about one child taming prince who had a completely different sense of direction in the end seat.