Kuro no Maou

"You've made it easier this time, I'll be happy here."

"You don't have to drink cheap."

"Drink up and say it all the time."

"Sorry, barley (ale) Another drink"

The first prince of Avalon was staring with his jitsu eyes at the blonde tungtung head, who would place an extra order with a tall big jock.

But as the saying goes, I admit it was this party member and best friend, Kai Est Galblades, who played an active role in the Oak Corps crusade on the streets.

Finally, I can also appreciate the fact that I endured the friendly fire superior dos plays by a group of women from Charles and Safi.

Or it could be Nero's real point that he didn't like being caught up in an array.

Anyway, there's no denying I'm going to give you this evening's liquor bill, even if Kai throws up or crumbles, or I'm going to burst into bed in the bathroom, I was going to give him as much to drink as I wanted.

Although I'm not motivated to take care of all the problems that arise when I get drunk.

With that in mind, Nero sips a bitter liquor that is carbonated in vain.

"Oh, hey, is that the blue rose in the big library? What happened with that girl?

Gu, and after only a moment of stuffing, Nero glanced at his partner with his jitty eyes again.

"I don't know what's going on, Safi's guy, the extra cotton-blower."

"Fine, I've never heard you flirt before."

It is unusual for Kai, who usually thinks only of battle and sword, to tell the story of a woman himself.

After rescuing from the slave trader, to the rightly refreshing Prince of the White Horse, the beautiful girls of the Phalen aristocracy are taking an enthusiastic approach, as much as they watched with a very uninteresting eye as to "the usual".

That's why it must have been so unusual for Nero to have been sleeved by a woman, Kai's blue eyes shining with curiosity.

Now it's a booze seat, and as a nero, it's not a trauma level heartbreak story, just enough to have been dealt with in a less than nasty way.

As one of the seeds of the story, it wasn't a blur to tell him.

"I met him when he was still an exaggerated nickname for Blue Rose - no, you don't mean exaggerated, anyway, when it wasn't rumored. Maybe it was the first time I showed you the big library."

"Oh, did you guide me!

"Well, yeah."

I even broke into the sealed compartment of the forbidden book on condition, oh my god, I couldn't tell the boulder.

I trust and trust Kai in battle, but I have great anxiety about making him keep secrets because he is no different from being an idiot.

"Blue Rose sounds like she's totally Chicato even when other guys call her."

"It seems like I wanted a guide when I was a kid. I was just twitching."

In the wake of his gaze, Nero continues his words.

"Those were eyes that weren't entirely interested in men."

"Are you a lesbian?"

"I'm surprised you know that word."

"Safi told me"

"He... seriously, shouldn't it be time to do something about it..."

"Probably knows Nell, too."

"OK, I'll say Gatsun tomorrow."

Nero was prepared for the solemnity of the party members who would adversely affect his innocent sister.

"By the way, did you just shut up about something?

The moment the first voice that caused that noise rose, Nero had only confirmed once that it was chilling and had dared to choose to leave it.

However, the voice of the man who soared and scattered was heating up more and more, sounding so loud that even within the guild of noisy nights could not be ignored.

"You want me to go and shut you up for a second?

Kai insists with a smile like a prank boy. You'll be glad to find a convenient quarrel seed.

"Please, just say..."

Nero once again turns his gaze to the Alliance official and the man whose liquor is rubbing something.

Physical stature, equipment, as well as behavior of standing, signs of magic that can be perceived with a sixth sense, predict the strength of a man instantly.

"No, if I let you do it, that Osama will die."

If you wave your fist with that superhuman power, which is always a full throw Ky in a different direction than your sister Nell, there's no such thing as just a human being.

"You didn't bring Shall back."

It is the third princess of Sparda's mother-in-law who takes care of herself at times like this, or goes into her neck with all her own illness.

You don't have to worry about killing your opponent because he's better at handling it than Kai on the boulder.

Just because they don't die the most, they may be dying with more than half a kill and less than a death, or there can be a pattern of complete death socially.

Whatever it is, it's too late to regret it now.

In the first place, what a stupid imitation of sneaking out of the camp and going for a drink, only a man.

Unless you're so downhearted, there's no reason to be able to invite women to this event.

"So what do we do?

"I'll have to go."

"Oh, hang in there!

Kai sent his best friend out in a swallowing game mode with barley wine (ale) in one hand, a big sigh and a nero who just stood up from the bottom of his heart saying it was a pain in the ass.

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

From that dialogue and expression, it was clear to everyone that Nero Julius Ellord, the first prince of Avalon, was in a remarkable mood.

About half of the grump is in the hassle I have to put out, but no one can possibly tell that much, whether or not, the man responsible for the noise.

"Ugh, you, no way... Nero Julius Ellord..."

In any case, I am the first prince of Avalon - and I will not give Nero the same name as this prince.

I wish the other person understood his or her identity in one shot, because that's all it takes to talk faster.

"I don't know who's coming, but if you can't drink quietly, get the hell out of here, okay?

Instead of caution, you don't need any orders, any extra foresight, etc.

Nero's title, strength, and a little intimidation in his crimson eyes forced the nasty little fat man to shake his neck vertically.

This solved the problem, and it was then that Nero turned his heel toward his seat.

"Ha-ha-ha! Get out of my way!!

With the guild's stubborn front door just blowing open, a giant red shadow appeared snug.

Brushed coppery reddish brown skin, from the ceiling of the head shaved on the skin head to the tip of the foot.

The length of the exceeding two meters gently is covered with thick muscle armor, which makes him look up as he overwhelms those who stand in front of the burning walls.

And at the end of the gaze I looked up is the appearance of a vicious ghost who also flees barefoot and a single horn thicker and more splendid than a shining unicorn on his forehead.

If we meet in a dungeon, the powerful red oak that makes even a skilled adventurer choose to escape without hesitation is, fortunately, an adventurer himself.

I just got back from the quest, and the light armor with the white fur of the monster is thinly dirty.

More importantly, in its right arm was gripped a polar mace, no, a golden bar, which was also as good as a man's torso.

"Oh, it's gonna be quiet like a funeral, don't you think?

"Why don't you apologize for what happened to your parsley, Mr. Gustav of the Iron Ghosts?"

Nero said that with a perfectly cool face, in front of Gustav, your head (leader), who leads the overwhelming physique and powerful Red Oak, Rank 5 party Iron Ghosts.

"Oh, what kid? Are you going to fuck my monkey?

"Kid, you say?

Katin, Nero's eyebrows catch me so I can hear the sound of it.

"I didn't think I needed to introduce myself."

"I'm sorry, kid, but I don't see any small guild card letters in Wye."

Not a provocation or a mockery, Gustav laughs off from the bottom of his heart like words, not caring at all about names and other trivial things.

Nero takes a small sigh of sigh at the reaction and then returns to his original carefree expression.

"Okay, I don't care about me. So, which one of you is going to apologize or not to apologize for the unhappiness that that Osama served?

"Oh, what the hell, Nakim, I said I'd get you some Omae booze."

Nakim, a small-time user (Pasili) man called, answered the question instantly.

"Excuse me, head! I ordered to prepare a quantity that would satisfy your head, but my guild made me reluctant, and I had a fever for the negotiations... Shut up there, depending on how this adventurer guy (...) yelled at me."

Nero almost accidentally pulled the love knife out of Nakim's figure, who reports to your head in a pitiful lowered head, not to mention that I am the victim entirely.

However, the fingertips of Pickle and his right hand remain in motion, unfortunately demonstrating the calm that goes hand in hand as a royalty that unites the people.

"Hey, I didn't get tangled up by the lad. Whoa, is that what you need?

A gustave of expressions that convey a tolerant concern to chara with it if you let go of a word "sorry" right now.

Nero took another small, no, big, deep sigh before cutting out like this.

"I see, I understand very well -"

Saying, Nero removed every sheath of love knife he put on his hips and threw it behind him without even looking back.

"Hey Nero! You're the only cheat."

Make sure your best friend took the love knife gently, Nice catch.

"- I have to decide which one of you is right with the adventurer's demeanor, mister."

"Hang on, you can swallow the spit you spit on, kid."

Nero laughing invincibly and Gustav joyfully saying he was waiting for that word.

"Now Wye can meet the guy you're looking for called 'What Chin’. Heh, the Hutu monster's out there, too, and he's got a lot of power, don't be confident he can handle it well?

Zun, and the sound of the floor just falling out, lowering the tip of the gold bar that was on his shoulder.

It's just that I can see that the gold bars are as good as they look, no, they boast more weight than that, and the incredible arm power of Gustav, who is lightly lifting such a weapon with one right arm.

"Don't worry, I'm not such a good handler either"

"Ha-ha-ha! Yeah and kid, its willing!!

Looks like Gustav finally got serious about Nero not showing frightened at all.

Gustav takes a step as he knocks Nakim, who "Here, hold it for a second" and refrains from the golden bar pattern right beside him.

It couldn't have reached the ears of an oak that already made the struggle look like Pasili's scream for help, crushed by its super weight.

At the same time, the voice of excitement, such as the bloody adventurer who can't help but hope for what is about to happen, will also not be heard.

Nero's proposed "determined by adventurer's flux" is that -

"Here, go."

"Come on."

It's a fight.

"Ulah!!

Gustav's rocky fists strike at him with a nero as he emits an anger that seems to pass out just because of it if he is weak-hearted.

It is common sense that there is as much of it as there is a way to mask differences in arm strength and physique due to the presence of magic, but it is also one of common sense that it is not that easy.

How much magical power will Nero need to deal with the straight punch of an orc approaching directly from the front, which can be called a narrow, honorable man of the line?

Or is this somewhere conceited spare attitude actually going to get really beat up like this with total hatchet?

It momentarily passes behind the brains of adventurers whose predictions are turning into wild horses in the Alliance.

But the only two people who knew that was a completely off-target idea, that is, Nero didn't need any magical powers or anything like that, were the person he was going to demonstrate and his best friend Kai.

"Monotype/Flush -"

While he put a powerful fist in front of his skull that seemed like a blow would crush him, Nero looked terribly calm, as if he were going to practice his moves as well, just squeaking like that.

"Whoa!?

And in the next moment, the orc giant was dancing through the universe.

As if he had proceeded on his own and decided to make a big jump, Gustav's body is flying while drawing parabolas in the air.

Most importantly, the aerial swim ends without a second.

Gustav decided to land his torso sticking into someone's table with a liquor bottle and dish on it from his bragging, one-horned head.

A docile crushing sound that unwittingly blocked my ears instantly just ran through the guild, and later, silence just dominated the scene without anyone being able to utter a word.

But that might be natural, too. Because we witnessed an incredible scene where everyone didn't expect the sight, Nero throwing Gustav away with one hand.

"... I don't know how to use old-fashioned jujitsu."

It was Gustav himself, who is responsible for one end of the cause, who broke the silence of the place.

I accidentally fell on it, but as I stood up in a light motion, I mentioned the identity of the moves Nero used.

"You're surprisingly knowledgeable."

Does that mean Dada doesn't have a rank of 5?

Nero only had one throwing move - no, he just strayed from his opponent's power, it wasn't a throwing move in the exact sense of the word, but anyway, he was honestly impressed with Gustav as he put it, who let that alone determine the genre.

Ancient Jujitsu is a historical martial art that, as its name suggests, dates from antiquity.

He was also said to have mastered the ancient demon king Mia Ellord, whose name is famous, but very few of the moves are correctly handed down, such as the Avalonian royalty.

He showed such an essentially minor move in one shot, so Gustav is admittedly the kind of guy with a pretty head at least for something about battle.

Most of all, I said it off with a cool face that didn't move one eyebrow, so it is unclear whether the impression is conveyed correctly.

"Hey Smansman, honestly, I licked it. I couldn't tell if the guild card was silver or holy silver."

More intimidation is added to the grand standing that suits the description of standing.

It was never the fault of my mind or anything else, but the fact, the revelation of Gustav's struggling mind.

"I knew it, Miss Lil 'Plate Yan"

"Well, now it's time for you to call me out of hand."

The answer was not ironic or anything, and Nero knew from the beginning that Gustav had been beaten up with considerable relief.

Contrary to appearance, this oak, they have the dexterity and kindness to adjust to their opponents properly.

"Kahaha, I can't believe I met such an omoroi kid, at the end of the day the twinkle came around!

"In the meantime, my name is Nero, remember it properly -"

So, now it's time for the fight between rank 5 to start, with no hands down, power and moves bumping into each other.