Kuro no Maou

Towards the ancient castle of Ischia, the students of the Royal Seminary of Sparda line up to proceed along a gentle hill of gradients.

It is a member of the Wing Road who stands out even among the hundreds of people at the head of it.

"Wow... Sleep no, my hands still hurt"

On the back of a pure white unicorn, Nero mutters such dissatisfaction without meaning.

No, it could mean a lot.

The only thing that hurts Nero is the palm of his hand, which is a testament to the fact that no other part of him ever received a single fist, and even if he used ancient jujitsu at the mastery level, he was still so rigid that his palm hurt.

It was just this much of a fact that allowed me to see the strength of both who deserved Rank 5.

"Have fun with yourself."

Kai, who lines up next to Nero, complains with a dissatisfied face going further up.

"I'm not as fun to fight as you are."

"Then give it up to me, I can't believe he's as strong as Osama. That's not gonna happen!

Even if they say so, it is now. The parties who bought and sold the fight were Nero and Gustav, and under that circumstance,

"Instead, my friend will do your thing!

Speaking of which, it is the same level of shame as the misguided bastard who is willing to hire a bodyguard to get stronger.

There's no way Nero, who has any man's pride, can say that.

"Hey, you guys, where and what have you been messing with last night?

Cracked into the conversation between the two men from behind is Charlotte rocking a long twin tail on a horse.

The golden circle and other cat eyes have turned into jitsu eyes, sending more suspicious glances to the two of them.

"Oh, my God, yesterday in the tent, it was already asleep healthy."

"Yeah, well, I didn't wake up a fight at the Guild Tavern!

"You idiot!," the same dialogue was emitted in a different sense each.

"I don't believe it anymore! I thought I'd forgive you enough to go for a drink, but I can't believe you're even fighting."

"You have a big voice, Shall, what if the teacher finds out"

"Whose fault do you think it is!

"Kai."

"Hey, you're the one who fought, Nero!

Saphir, who moves one horse away from the three who start to make a scene with an awesome

"Really, it's just silly"

On a fake Slape Neil, I shrugged.

Even today, at the destination of the normally driven Wing Road, we saw the ancient castle of Ischia, which soars over a small high hill.

Much the same architectural technique in modern times, a complete and robust Sparda style castle, is roughly square.

Four corners, east, west, north and south, become a cylindrical defensive tower, and around the corner stands the walls lined with unevenness by soldiers on top. Just outside of it is now an empty moat with no water tension, the bouncing bridge, the only entrance that takes place there, remains raised and the front castle gate is also rigidly closed.

Thus, the Castle on the border, which still maintains its previous years of defense, awaited the visit of the young knights responsible for the future of Sparta.

The ancient castle of Ischia is a precious old site that today preserves the history of the fierce territorial strife between Sparda and Farren, which took place more than a hundred years ago.

But now fifty years have already passed since the relations between the two countries have changed from hostility to neutrality and friendship. Once again, this place will not become the front line of hell.

"O souls of old soldiers, sleep in peace but good, permanently (and permanently) in the soul song (Requiem) named Peace Made -"

"What's the matter, Will? I'm not here to sightsee."

"I'm sorry, Master Simon, but forgive me for the usual seizures."

Until now, repairs and renovations have been carried out and minimal function has been maintained as a castle, that is, an unrelenting penetration into Wilhardt that says something unintelligible while looking at the setting sun on the walls that don't worry about collapsing.

There's a further pursuit for the prince who puts one foot on an empty box of trees that was rolling around in that area to make a cool pose.

"And it's that pose, no more, because you're embarrassed!

"This is how the character of the Sparda royalty is denigrated, it's really lamentable"

Wilhardt, the boulder, has put his mind on history before his too harsh mouth blow. He had to break his targeted expression.

"Yes, you filthy people who don't know the romance of history..."

Legs off the crate, though reluctantly.

"Isn't it too alarming to be able to enter the castle without anything?

"Ugh, it's poking me where it hurts"

The students of the Royal Sparda Seminary had arrived slightly earlier than planned before dusk at this ancient Ischian castle.

Simon was right about "nothing" and there was never a monster raid when he said he was marching a dungeon.

Sometimes man-made monsters such as goblins and oaks reside in the castle, and in past outdoor exercises in the Ischia hills, there were several simulated siege battles to sweep monsters standing before entering the castle.

"I hope it wasn't rough yesterday, I don't know what I told you, but it's creepy to have nothing like this"

"Um, it's a little strange not to see a single shadow of Centaur, even if it doesn't go to the raid."

The monsters most commonly inhabited by the stunning hills of the Ischia hills are the half-man and half-beast of the horse, Centaur, with their upper body of man.

The first adventurer to step into this dungeon will most likely discover this monster, and vice versa.

The figure of Centaur hunting a herd of silent sheep (silent sheep) with a good bow is not such a rare sight here.

"However, there have been instances in the past where we did not encounter monsters at all until the third day, this time the possibility of occasional remains ample"

"Right, for now, it depends on tomorrow's enemies -"

At that time, the two of them, no, heard footsteps rushing towards the three of them, including the escort maid Celia, and turned his gaze towards you reflexively.

What emerged was a boy with light armor, one of the cadets belonging to Will's immediate unit.

"Excuse me, Prince Wilhardt."

"I told you to call me Your Excellency now!

"Oh, you don't have to worry, go on"

Simon laughs bitterly as he pants through Wilhardt's flank flicking a red cape on his sight with a stock of rifles.

The brown-haired knight candidate gave a bewildered look, but continued to speak to fulfill the report.

"Command installation is complete, we will guide you"

"Well, thank you, my knight Eddie."

"Huh?"

Wilhardt's response was terribly straightforward, but a cadet gave the look of surprise without hiding it.

"Mm, I thought my name was Eddie?

"Yes, no, it's Eddie, I didn't know you could remember his name -"

"Where is a general who can't remember the name of his subordinate? With my gray brains, I've memorized all three hundred faces and names in one night by participating in this outdoor exercise!

Phew haha, and proudly gives the usual high laugh Wilhardt, but all this time it was something I could rarely and truly be proud of.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Wilhardt, my lord."

"Uhm!"

Wilhardt, who walks out at Eddie's lead, is in such a good mood to be summoned by His Excellency and play in his nose.

But seeing one side of his friend's honestly respectable talent, Simon simply gave him a poor smile, without paying any particular attention.