Kuro no Maou

The cloudless blue sky is stained with bright sunsets, illuminating the streets of the ancient capital Avalon with pearlescent colors.

The main streets of buildings in a different style than Sparda and the traditional high spires from ancient times are filled with emotions, but if you take the streets just a little off and in a deeper direction, it turns into a spooky atmosphere as soon as possible.

Disorganized stone houses and collective dwellings (apartments) are more like labyrinths (dungeons) where monsters walk wide than people live.

No, in fact, the inhabitants of the sweeping hoard, called this ghetto, often turn their fangs against intruders from outside.

Especially prey to outfits, such as sisters with brilliant girls and young girls.

With blue eyes on the same dark hair, the two wrap up robes, which are a sign of apprenticeship, but the atmosphere, which is not exaggerated even by calling them classy, made them appear to have a good layered figure even with all that gear.

Among other things, a simple yet elaborate construction with subtle fine decorations everywhere, such as a metal longscepter (staff) in the hands of a girl, would be more expensive than a hundred canes, even in the eyes of an amateur.

"Hey, what can I do for you, little lady?

Therefore, it is self-evident reason that the sisters are entangled in this way not long enough after they start walking in the alley.

One middle-aged man with a thin laugh appeared to block the two goings.

"It's not good to go around here and get attacked by dangerous people."

"Yeah, like us!

Two more from the rear, show up to block the escape route.

The man in front can be inferred to be human from the fact that he can't see the physical traits that stood out, but he was definitely a werewolf because he has an elf from his pointed ear on the back and a werewolf head on the other.

The fat physique beside him as if he had abandoned the pride of a species called the elves, if he did poorly, would even look like a dwarf.

The other werewolf beast is lean on the contrary and no longer has the impression of a hungry wild dog rather than a proud wolf.

Such a brilliantly fragmented threesome of races and traits, but it goes without bothering to explain that they are chimps or gorotzki or those who bear such dishonorable class names.

It's a bottom-line race where you can laugh and fool around with your nose if you just listen, but most people only fear if you show up in front of them.

I haven't even flickered one of the blades yet, but I'm already intimidated enough.

Well, a situation where it's not strange to cry and ask for help right now, such as a pair of girls and toddlers.

"I'd like to go to an orphanage in White Light Church, didn't you know?

But with the intelligent atmosphere with glasses intact, the girl who seemed to be my sister asked that question with some sleepy faceless expression.

"Chih, Temee and those other fucking kids are one flavor!

It should have been an insult, a provocation, nothing, but it seemed to contain the implications of pissing off the man in front of you.

"Hey, what are you gonna do?

"Guru, if you eat it all, you won't know!

The White Light Church, the part that seems to have caused them to get angry, but it is unlikely that we can ask you under this circumstance.

The werewolf beast behind it is still a force that just jumps to peel out his sharp fangs as if the dialogue proved to be no joke.

Neither the man in the front, nor the fat elf man, makes swordswallowing signs that they're both not going to let their sisters get away.

"Bad little lady, if you're that fucking cult believer, you can't cut me loose."

I laid my hands on a dagger I lowered from my waist, and every relentless man attacked me like I said, that was when.

"Hey, wait a minute, you guys, Osama, I'm just messing with you."

From the other side of the man in the front, a voice of restraint rose.

What showed up were three boys, wearing dabbled white clothes with a cross emblem on their chest, whose face and physique can be deduced as possibly underage.

It seemed impossible to crack and go in with three grown men, including a werewolf (Warwolf), who were the same in number, but better in power than humans even if they were skinny, and boys who didn't seem to have particularly high powers.

"Damn!

But he turned his abominable dialogue and gaze on the boys only once, and the three of them left to disperse into the darkness across the alley.

"Look, Dase!

"Ha, you're not turning against humans, you demon tribe!

On my leaving back, I hear the boys cursing with pleasure.

The girl with the entangled glasses looks aside unchanged and at her feet a young sister leans against her to hide from her sister.

"Are you from White Light Church?

It was the girl who uttered the words first.

To that question, a blonde boy at the head of the trio answers with a mixed look of joy and pride.

"Whoa, we're followers of White Light Church. You've been watching this? We're the only ones around here."

The paranoia of a child on track, I can't say enough, has been proven in one act correctly ahead.

The boy just drank the three adults who were supposed to excel in power and left. That should be seen as some kind of ‘power’ working.

"Really? I'm very fortunate to meet such an amazing person"

Girl shares her thoughts in a carefree eye and flat tone that she doesn't seem fortunate at all.

But the boy stared straight into the bright blue eyes behind his glasses, only slightly dyed his cheeks to the vermilion.

"Well, yeah, I'm awesome, so I'll protect them even if they come earlier!

"Thank you very much for that."

It was an increasingly unchallenged mechanical pronunciation, but only the meaning of the word seems to reach the boy's ear.

Finally, two fellow boys holding back on both sides said, "Hey, you're the only cheat!" and so on, and it didn't seem to bother me that it contained rough scratches.

"By the way, I'm looking for an orphanage in White Light Church -"

"Oh, I'll take care of it, I'll show you, follow me!

The boy, who bought a guide just here, starts to lead the way willingly.

"Thank you"

And as usual, a girl thanking you with no expression, no emotion.

"Phew..."

And a young sister standing behind her, hiding behind her, distorted her nigga and mouth with an evil grin.

Lily and Fiona were able to meet followers of the White Light Church at the end of the line.

Originally, the information that the boys who publicly name their followers in the Glades have been quite wide-ranging here lately was a famous story that even the Adventurers Guild could know about.

After all, it means that it is not that hard to come into contact with them if you are willing to do so.

"Heh, it's great to be on a pilgrimage trip with your sisters!

Thus, it is convincing to see the boys pushing through the alley with our faces.

The inhabitants of the neighborhood are clearly avoiding the boys, and it seems that the large adults are truthfully giving way.

Rumors of the guild, as well as stories purchased by Lily at the informant, proved to be true.

"No, because it's all due to the guidance of white light"

The boy, totally fascinated by Fiona's beauty, believes without questioning the openly bar-reading dialogue, and strikes a gavel in good shape.

Of course, the setting of the "Sisters and Pilgrimage Continuing Pilgrimage Nuns (Sisters)," spoken from her mouth, is a complete and utter lie of 800.

Still, with the exception of that acting ability, the borough is unlikely because Fiona of Sinclair Republic, born and raised, is familiar with the Crucifixion.

In the first place, no matter how many boys are believers, there can be no profound construction about crucifixion as religion in its true sense because of its appearance, any advantage in deception, etc.

In other words, Fiona's disguise as a single believer was perfect.

If we keep this up, we'll be able to infiltrate the orphanage without difficulty, and we may well meet the "priest" who is seen as their central figure.

Everything was going well, as Lily planned.

"Hey, that ring, could it be a gift from Karesi?

Not until the blonde boy accidentally waves the story.

A ring is, of course, a silver ring of memories that shines on Fiona's left pharmacopoeia finger.

I guess it was easy to catch my eye because I was walking through the long cane (staff) 'Ains Bloom' I gripped with my left hand.

Whatever the intent of the question, Fiona has no hair, such as an intention to tell the truth, and Lily's presence subtly grips the hem of the robe to encourage silent attention.

"... no"

However, I could only return the words of denial in an aggressive manner.

But Fiona said maybe this is all we should have told her, that this ring cares more than anything, that it is the greatest treasure for her.

"Right, there's no way he's giving away such a cheap Dase ring right now!

Even if I had let you know, I wouldn't have spoken of a dialogue that would have worn a ring, even if it were a joke, no matter how many impotent dickheads.

But now it was all too late.

"Actually, it's me. Come on, you have an awesome ring that looks good on you. Hehe, I wound up from Yarrow, an asshole merchant who refused to donate. I did it. Come on -"

At the same time as the boy proudly removes a ring with a large diamond attached from his nose.

"- Ah?"

In his eyes, he shook up the scepter (staff) with both hands thoughtfully - no, Fiona in the middle of already waving down with full force.

"Fluffy -"

The stiff metal wand stuck in his face seemed to strike so hard that he couldn't even scream satisfactorily.

Dull sound of beating meat. Blurred groans. The boy's body falls on a dosari and dirty broken cobblestone. The only thing that sounded in the dark alley was that noise.

In other words, no one could raise their voice.

"Mr. Krono chose it for me... what are you kidding me about..."

Fiona set up a relentless chase with a bump and a grunt, looking for a boy who was definitely in front and rear unconsciousness because he was hit in the head.

Now instead of beating by the tip of the cane, he pokes the ground as he walks, sometimes scraping the soil and drawing the magic formation. The lower part of the cane, called the stone protrusion, protrudes into a face where his nose bone has already been gushed with crushed nosebleeds and tears.

The stone bump, pointy as a pick, strikes the boy's right eye beautifully. My eyes dropped zero as I made a mixed water noise of gucchari, blood and meat.

I'm sure you'll be after your left eye next time - that means you can continue the pursuit twice, three times, until Fiona feels better.

"Oh, hey! What are you doing?!?

"Stop it!!

It was here that the two boys finally raised their voices of stillness.

But don't let your hips pull and your body up and stop before it's too sudden a crime and the overwhelming madness of Fiona's presence or absence.

Still, Fiona's hand stopped, poking her wand and sprinkling her face around enough to cross ten more.

Don't interrupt.

Fiona's eyes, which slowly turned to the two boys, who were ‘survivors', had turned into creepy shades, floating in patterns when blue and gold appeared.

The color of the eyes I saw over the lens of the glasses is indeed blue. But now the intent to kill itself shines brilliantly as if it had a golden colour.

Rather than being beautiful, it just presented a look of chaos, and had too much eyesight to scare the sighted boys.

"Hih, hih, no!

As if the spirit of self-sacrifice preached in the Bible and other shards were not also brought together, the two boys turn their heels and run away from us and their companions.

"Oh, it's not ruined, Fiona"

And it was Lily, who had been silent until now, who did not allow that escape.

She looks like a toddler with a troubled face and tricks that seems to hear the "acha-ha" dialogue, but she's acting oddly because her consciousness belongs to an adult.

When she waves gently, a sphere of white light flashes in the hollow and at the next moment flies like an arrow released towards the backs of the escaping boys.

In fact, Lily's light bullet, which flies at a rate equal to or greater than the arrow, quickly caught up to the boy and circled in front of them before bursting.

"Yikes!"

And the two of them, who fell with a short scream, wandered around with their eyes in all alignment.

Unlike the gentle flashes (flashes) used to impress theological students who stroke with indiscreet thoughts, the amount of light that will surely blind you if you look directly and the calories that burn your eyes even if you don't.

It is not the pain that a bad boy can endure. It will not be possible for a while to stand up again to escape.

"Come around, Fiona. It's troublesome when people get together."

"But this man is still alive, isn't he?

Ha, and a small sigh, then again Lily produces light on hand.

Now it is a light blade (force edge) created with incandescent glow, neither bullet nor light ray.

It was plugged into its neck, a blonde boy whose face had fallen to such an extent that using fairy psychotropic drugs would not go back to normal.

Juh, and the roasting sound and smell of meat, his neck falls off lightly as he cleaves butter with a heated knife.

He was a more scumbag-like boy than he was before, but now he turned into the raw garbage he deserved to be thrown down in a dirty alley with his fame.

"Now he's dead. Come on, let's hurry."

"... ok, sorry for the disturbance"

"It's okay, everyone who makes a fool of Chrono should die"

Fiona, who reluctantly but honestly bows her head and admits she's not, and Lily, who shows understanding with a gentle smile on her face. It is a great friendship.

"By the way, Mr. Lily, what do I say, but then there's no guide, is there?"

Apparently, it's back to sanity, Fiona, and the color of her eyes is working again, and her eyeglasses are back in blue.

to Fiona, who bumps into such a legitimate question,

"It's okay, we'll figure it out."

Woof, and Lily, who floats a lovely toddler smile, points to heaven at its little fingertips.

"- Because the full moon is already rising"

In this way, the apprentice healer (Priest) robe that wraps around him is stripped off in one breath, and a black one-piece dress decorating the young limb underneath it and two pairs of fairy testimonial feathers are exposed.

In the next moment, his whole body was wrapped like a cocoon in the light of the Fairy Sect (Oracle Field) - and if he noticed, before Fiona appeared Lily, who had made a change to a beautiful girl.

Most importantly, the ribbon and contact lenses, which are magic fixtures for disguise (magic items), remain intact, so the hairstyle remains unchanged, the black hair twin tail, and the eyes remain blue.

"Well, thank you"

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

Lily, the giggling girl, walked over to the two boys, still in pain, forming a needle of inherent magical (extra) light of nightmares that could wrap the brains of others around her at will in her hands.