Kuro no Maou

"... that there is no guide to white light."

The sacrament is simultaneously chanted in the voices of boys and girls who are still less than adults.

Dressed in matching white robes, they are, of course, residents of the orphanage and, at the same time, followers of the White Light Church.

This is a chapel inside the orphanage - but it was not built exclusively for it, only a room in a lonely orphanage was renovated and tailored, a handmade space.

Misty, but this is also the crystal of the effort created by young believers in God.

That may be a form of faith that should be. Because you don't necessarily need a magnificent Great Temple to worship God.

They are the only ones who offer their prayers towards the great cross set forth here, yesterday, today and tomorrow.

"Beyond this, perform a new Guardian resurrection ritual"

On the altar opposite the thirty or so believers gathered, the figure of a boy priest with silver hair, who leads them in a literal sense.

Next to it is a red sorcerer girl in uniform refraining, but only this time she seems to get the atmosphere of the place, only standing quietly.

And on both sides further, two iron-masked giants, called guardian warriors (Guardians), existed in upright immobility without being slight as if they were stone statues.

Already the sun falls in the darkness of night, let alone the shadowy ghetto.

Only a little candle flame illuminates the room in the chapel, which in turn creates a harsh atmosphere.

The mysterious signs of a juvenile priest appear more mysteriously in such a setting.

Its rare white beauty and the pure white treasure balls he holds, "To Heavenly Treasure Balls (Diamond Haven)," were removed from his nostalgia as if they were expressed in matter.

"Nine new Guardian Warriors (Guardians) are back tonight, come on, pray for a miracle resurrection together -"

To block that quiet speech, a shitty noise sounded like a bang.

The fact that both open doors of the chapel were opened with momentum is evident in the gaze of all the boys and girls gathered here, including the priest.

And the person who has intruded with the sound as if disrespectfully disturbing the sacred ritual,

"Ugh... I... I did..."

Well known face, he is one boy.

Fewer than fifty children live in orphanages. A fellow with a strong common sense that all of them exceed facial familiarity levels and are the same followers.

He was one of the elderly of them and one of the good brothers, who, in terms of his outfit, was in no way a bad boy, but who would take care of the young children in the orphanage as cute as his brother or sister.

Such a pitiful appearance and fruitfulness that he desperately seeks help with his uncircumcised mouth.

But more painful than that is the multiple needles piercing his head.

"Ahhh... ahh..."

That needle, deeply stabbed, emits the white light that the followers of the White Light Church deserve to worship.

But no one appreciates it.

We should rush right over to help with this apparently unusual condition, but everyone can't move on the spot breathlessly.

And that stiffness turned out to be right.

"Oh, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The moment I screamed like that, the boy's head bounced off.

A needle of stabbed light exploded, only a boy priest could have calmly recognized it that way.

Unfortunately, the children who stood near him would pollute that white costume with red and black blood and brains.

In the next moment, the chapel panicked with screams - and it should have.

"Evening."

With the voice of a girl more streamlined than the chirping of a little bird and a pale green light more gentle to the eyes than the morning sun plunged into the chapel, their attention was once again drawn to the open door.

It's one girl standing there.

As I imagine from my voice, no, I was a beautiful girl, more beautiful than I imagined, more than I could assure you that undoubtedly its beauty would be filled with charm (charm).

She must have been the angel sent by Aria, the Virgin, who responded to the children's prayers - if it hadn't been for the tragic act that the boy's head had blown off, he would have honestly believed that.

Yes, even a young child can be sure that this beautiful light-wrapped girl is the Ten Himself who killed him.

I mean, enemies.

"That figure, fairy... what can the Demons do for this holy place?

The first person to be heard by her was still the boy priest, who is the representative.

The magician's red girl may have noticed that the voice sounds as flat as usual, but only slightly hated.

I'm here to punish the bad boy.

"... an adventurer"

A fairy girl with a grinning smile and a joke-like answer. But that alone seems to have made the boy priest aware of all the circumstances.

"Hmm, you seem conscious."

Rather than calling it "sharp," the dialogue zeroes out of the fairy's little mouth as if to make a fool out of it.

I mean, it's faith. Whatever you're saying, you had the consciousness to commit such a criminal act that the crusade of the adventurer could be offered.

In fact, all the members involved in the radical actions, including the recent attack on the residence of the Elf merchants and their wives, are on this occasion.

But the young faithful do not realize the sincerity of that exchange, and at the same time that the priest's thin brow reacted pictorially to express his discomfort.

"Demons who betray the guidance of the white light must be convicted -"

At the earliest opportunity, there was no room for exchanging words with the abominable fairy, but the boy priest put up a treasure ball in his hand.

Just as it proves that it is not just a gem, a giant jewel of pure white brightens the brighter light in it.

"Do My Will," "To Heavenly Treasure Ball (Diamond Haven)" "

The moment I uttered the word, the keyword hidden in the treasure ball and unleashing the magic, the dazzling flash flashed as if it indicated that it had worked properly.

This is the magic of miracles given to him by the Virgin Aria, so much so that everywhere the white glow fills the chapel.

Its inspiring light, too, is a flash if it passes.

Dim illuminated by a candle again, no, now back in the room with increased brightness by the spherical light the fairy wraps around.

But it's definitely different now than it was just now.

The fairy who killed this fellow in a tragic way can already manipulate as the boy priest wishes, yes, like that stupid elf merchant who refused to donate.

Keep your consciousness, but you can never control that body.

For the first time in this life, no, it is a real sight to see whether or not a beautiful girl can be seen once in a person's life, and how long after fulfillment, a busy mouth will profit her.

On behalf of the priest, the sorcerer girl standing behind him had a distorted grin without hiding.

"Oh, I see, you can activate 'Domination (Domination)'. It's a nasty ability, and most adventurers can get back at it."

But, you know, along with continuing, the fairy creates a small sphere of light in the hollow in front of her.

- It's not gonna work for me, is it?

With a beautiful smile like a prowl, the sphere of light, no, the bullet pops out in a straight line,

"Huh!?

Passing beside the face of a boy priest who opens his eyes to surprise, he lands a bullet in an object of the cross that is raised high behind it.

It causes an explosion of white light to blaspheme the majesty of God head-on, making a noise and the cross falls brittle to the floor.

"Hey, why..."

The fairy laughs and answers, satisfied, how the boy priest finally represents his emotional emotions on his face.

"Ugh, secret"

But at least, I understand that the magic of exerting a special state anomaly (Bad Status) called "Domination", which is held by "Diamond Haven", does not make any sense to this opponent.

"Destroy this wicked demon!

That's right. At the same time, he puts up "To Heavenly Treasure Ball (Diamond Haven)" again.

Even then, the white flash engulfed the chapel, but the fairy never laughed "in vain" at it.

"Kill the Demons."

"Condemn the Demons."

"That there is no guide to white light..."

Until then, the child believers, who could only watch things change, muttered holy sentences or noisy dialogues in their mouths and simultaneously turned their hostile gaze to the fairy.

"I knew it wasn't a rock 'n' roll religion to make kids do this shit."

"Shut up, the abominable devil tribe will surely make you absolve. That's what the faithful strive for - now fight, God's warriors."

To answer that encouragement, the children took their weapons out from under the robe.

Some are the same big knives that a dead bad boy had, and some are smaller.

Aside from the knife, he was armed with scissors and forks for salaries, handaxes, meat-cutting knives, and especially the younger ones.

It would have been understandable for the fairy herself to be pointing that blade, rather than asking her to carry the murder weapon with her at all times, an instruction in anticipation of this kind of thing.

"Because the kid is the other guy, if you cry and apologize, I thought I'd miss you... but if you're just a boy soldier, you can't forgive me, can you?