Kuro no Maou

"Huh. Ah."

And, with a big mouth open, a grand stretch leaks out of Gustav's mouth.

The head, who led the rank five party Iron Ghosts, was still staying in the village of Ischia. To be more precise, he is plunging at the Adventurer Guild liquor table.

At his feet are the dead and rolling adventurers. The smell of alcohol, the bitter groans, the drunkenness.

Guild liquor table seats are scattered with culinary and knob wreckage from end to end and a glass of liquor that is emptied or rolling.

"What, it's not morning anymore..."

Gustav twinkles in the light of the dazzling morning sun slipping through the window.

"Really, by opening up around here."

As is apparent from this tragedy, a grand banquet was held last night under the auspices of Gustav.

As Avalon's first prince, the day after the rumored Rank 5 adventurer Nero and I had a fight, we finally started drinking to forget about the Green Gore crusade, which ended in empty air, with loads of booze arriving.

I'll give you barley (ale) so you can bathe the adventurers who were there. Big act. Boldness as rumored. And this is so.

"No one's listening to that anymore, you head."

The vast majority of people are on the floor rather than sitting in chairs. Gustav's voices scratching in his senseless opening proclamation were those of a wild man, not the voice of a luscious woman - the voice of a wild man.

"This kind of thing is about snails."

"Because I'm disciplined in weird places. But you don't hate that part of your head, do you?

Ugh, ghost looks distorted by the blatantly fed up look on the wink thrown at me.

"I don't want to show you how creepy it is at dawn all night..."

I can't help but feel nauseated in a different way than drunkenness.

Everyone will do so if they are winked in Onei tone by a benign minotaur (') greater than two metres tall.

"Where there's no such thing as delicacy, I hate it. Maiden, you're breaking my heart."

Is there that maiden heart and dot deep in the thick large chest muscle covered in brown bristles?

His flesh is covered in muscle armor that has been successfully forged more than wild minotaurs, and on the head entirely the same as the cow, the majestic double horns protrude.

If he had a masculine personality as lavish as Gustav, it would have already been hot on Minotaur (").

But it is obvious that he is sotch-based, since what he puts together is not boneless armor or unadorned sturdy clothing, but a frilled piece of dazzling shocking pink.

Ever since I met Gustav, I have. It is already true.

"Uh, sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm so impatient, Douglas"

"If you want to apologize, call me Lara about the eagle."

"Sorakan, Lara in Pandora is pathetic."

"Your head bucker!!

Douglas, and it is often thought that the name written on the guild card is a typo, but his name is really Douglas. Lara, nobody calls me the nickname, so it's just a self-proclaimed.

A girl run that exposed her prick and anger, but Douglas left the tavern with the momentum of a fierce bull. The other way would be the Alliance room you're staying in.

In the meantime, Gustav set his sight on the other party member by deciding to leave the wounded maiden alone in the name of keeping her calm.

"Hey, do you want to wake up?

The giant sitting at the table facing him is like a stone statue, not to mention his gray skin.

But the fact that he is an unmistakable creature, which is also a person, is borne out by a patchy, open monocular eye and a word that leaks from a large mouth.

"Oh, Ola, breakfast is what you want."

"You can wait in your room at this hour or when you're still ordering. I'll ask you to do the right thing later."

"Ugh, head, thank you."

That's how the Cyclops gong, standing out of his seat, went back to his room, cursorily moving his body bigger than its gustub, especially the width of the side.

Douglas, too, would be a distraction as soon as he was dealing with Gong. He is followed by Gustav by a good looking after man, who calls himself his sister, though. Anyway, you just have to leave it to me.

"Well, why don't you go for a little morning walk to wake up drunk?"

Guissili, and he lifts up his gaze greatly, and the red giant body of Gustav rises.

"Zedra, when you wake up. Yeah, then help me clean up. If you get too drunk, you can split the potion."

Copy that, Death. Head.

From behind Gustav, the answer returns instantly.

Looking back, there's a whole bunch of go-rems there that make the red mono-eye shine.

The head has a long-eared object like a ravioli, and the slender figure is reminiscent of the pump as soon as possible. Because its steel body is painted in white and black two-tone colors, those familiar with monsters will spot that the design is modeled after the world's rarest black and white color pumping subspecies.

Golem, known as Zedra, had just turned into a complete object without even moving Pickle in the corner of the booze seat, but it was activated on the orders of your head.

I'll take care of it.

After pounding the barrel-like dimensional torso body, Gustav left the party members to gracefully travel for a walk.

If you go outside, there is a long idle sight that can be seen anywhere in rural areas.

Blue sky with thin white clouds, dazzling sun. Underneath, Ischian villagers rarely cross the street.

"Uh, Gleedgore, I don't know..."

Gustav, walking up the village of Ischia in the early morning, frowned and said troubles against the refreshing morning.

The reason why Gustav did not return immediately to Sparda, where he is based, appears in this crush.

Should we replenish food and other supplies and head back to Ischia Hill? Or, I still gave up completely and went back to Sparda, which was the trouble.

And Gustav is troubled, that is, he is not good at thinking. You're the type of person who interrupts things with intuition and rules of thumb the way they look.

In times of need, the speed of its decisiveness is more advantageous than anything else, but it is impossible to think carefully, judge the probability theory and various other elements comprehensively to derive an optimal solution to the expectations rather than to do so.

Idiot's thoughts. Similar to resting. Douglas and Gong have more brain miso muscles than themselves, so it's no use just asking.

It was then that Gustav came to the conclusion of the round throw that it was still best to ask Zedra, the most sensible member.

Gooooooon!

and a loud bell rang across the village.

"Emergency evacuation!?

The sound of the bell, whether Gustav or not, informing everyone about the emergency, if you're a Spartan, is no exception.

A peaceful morning landscape becomes noisy in Russia.

People with farm tools rush out in a hurry because they want to go to work in the field. A merchant who starts preparing to open the store at the end of the house hurries back into the store. Could it be the help of my parents, a young brother with luggage running out holding hands?

The bell just keeps ringing to mark the end of everyday life.

"Well yeah, I don't know what a bunch of monsters are coming, but the eagle wants to smash it!

You can't possibly know the details of what happened, but it was easy to predict.

It is common sense in the earliest Pandora continent that the most common cause of ringing the emergency evacuation bell is the sudden onslaught of monsters.

If Daedalus and the adjacent capital, Sparda, are still there, and given the location of the village of Ischia on the side of Farren, the ally that forges friendly relations, I don't even think that the neighbouring country has suddenly begun its aggression.

Then on Theory Avenue, there is no doubt that the identity of the impending crisis in the village will be seen as a herd of monsters.

And the prediction that the monster came from the nearest dungeon, Ischia Hill, also stands soon.

Then the west gate of the village is the way to go, and Gustav, who intuitively led the answer that far, walks the red giant in footsteps with Doshidoshi.

"Whoa, what about the monsters that come this way? Is that Centaur? Oak or goblin?

West Gate already had armored Sparda knights and vigilante faces assembled.

Just like Gustav, the adventurers who immediately detected the anomaly are showing themselves.

At the aperture, Gustav shouted and asked the Spartan knight a question.

And the answer...

"Everything."

"Huh?"

Such an unintelligible answer came back with a blue face that a brave and resolute Sparda knight should not have.

"What's all this?"

I wondered if this knight was new and even nervous before his first actual battle, but I can tell right away that's not what it's like to look at the face of a magnificent man.

"All the monsters that live in Ischia Hill are coming towards the village!

What the hell are you doing? - Those who don't know what's going on would have thought so.

"Ugh, stop lying..."

But Gustav, beyond the open gate, from the end of the street that leads to Farren, raised soil and smoke to capture the shadow of the imminent great army.