Kuro no Maou

Heaven is a creepy shade cloudy in the colour of blood. The earth is lined with reddish rocky mountains, spraying fire from all over it, and the great rivers of lava flow vertically and horizontally.

Hell - no, Purgatory, a place overflowing with high heat, scorching heat and scorching heat to be called, Fiona stood there when she realized it.

"This place..."

Looking around, instead of the shadows, I don't even feel signs of a creature.

The surrounding sights are reminiscent of the dungeons in the volcanic areas visited as students.

It's always a high degree of danger to be cautioned about partying with more than four people, but in the end, there are gray memories of exploring it all the way down to the depths by themselves.

It is unclear whether there are so many ruinous volcanoes on the continent of Pandora, but if you look at this unusual burning sky, it did not seem very real world.

If I had that many questions, it would have been quick to get to the answer that this is a dream.

In retrospect, I was in a friendly bed with Lily, and then I don't remember getting up, so chronologically speaking, it still means I'm in a dream now.

If you want to dream anyway, that's when I had the unfortunate feeling that a better dream would have been better, etc.

"Welcome, young witch, my first guest in a long time. Welcome."

Out of nowhere, a woman's voice echoed.

A mellow, luscious voice, but slightly in my ear, a sweet poisonous sound.

The owner of this voice can probably charm (charm) a man with just one word if he cares about it.

Being itself is dangerous. So intuitive Fiona had her body reacting alertly first rather than thinking about the meaning of the dialogue.

Luckily for me, I am now fully armed with 'Ains Bloom' on a set of triangle hats and witch robes, even in battle I will not be so late.

"Come on, don't be so vigilant. In the first place, there was no one else who wanted to come here, was there?

The sound of the sweet voice echoing again is still blind to where it can be heard from.

But Fiona finally realizes what the word means.

"No way... are you God?

Ridiculous dialogue to say in plain sight, but the person who answers is very serious.

"Nevertheless, it is I who answered the prayer, a pillar of the black gods. If it's a god, don't hesitate. Come on, pull over."

Whether we should say goddess because it is the voice of a goddess, a woman, who is magnificent but somewhere familiar, there is no room now to disobey that instruction.

Fiona already does and understands. That this is not just a dream, but a divine realm in which God, by His own will, has specifically invited those who grant protection.

If you are a good God full of mercy, some disrespect will also forgive you with a tolerant heart, but the other person must be like the evil god as he himself wanted.

Death is certain if you undermine your mood, even if you don't, it's not something you've figured out what to serve at random.

Most importantly, Fiona doesn't have a natural title if she can control her aggressive behavior just with caution.

Whatever was dead, he took a step forward in responding to the call of the goddess, not thinking extraneously with the will of.

Where I walk is not just a rocky mountain slope, if you look closely, but a processed stone staircase that obviously seems to be an artifact.

With a panoramic view of the burning earth behind it and the mountains spraying with fire, apparently this is the highest of the volcanoes standing here, near its summit.

Perhaps the wicked goddess awaits Fiona's arrival at the top of this Purgatory Mountain.

And so it was in Fiona's eyes that she reached the top.

"This is also a temple of familiar construction."

Cathedral of White Ya - and others, I thought they used to be called, were the ruins of a decaying temple.

One of the few ancient sites, a veteran adventurer would be able to determine from the state of weathering and its architectural style.

"It looks exactly like Elysion Cathedral."

But in the Holy City of the Sinclair Republic, in the crucifix of the Great Mountain of Elysion, I passed my student years.

Because of Fiona, I was able to express my most accurate thoughts.

"Formerly Elysion Cathedral."

But Fiona is somewhat surprised that the unexpected word of affirmation has returned.

"Ex, what?

"What, long ago, a long time ago, it wasn't enough to make you talk and listen"

"... Really?"

Fiona dived through a huge arch that was about to collapse, feeling somewhat discouraged and, indeed, convinced that it didn't matter what the old story was.

The giant statue of the Virgin Aria, sitting in the front, seemed to prove that only its head was beautifully shattered and that there was no faith left here.

As a devout Cross, on the contrary, Fiona, who does not believe in shards such as the White God, is not a sight of particular concern either.

She faintly continues straight through the gigantic ruins that appear to have been the former cathedral of Elysion.

There is no obstacle to stopping the walk. Because if there is not one of the Cathedral Knights (Temple Knights) who, like the Cathedral of Reality, inspires security missions, there is also no twelve layers of multiple-area junctions using ancient magic (enchants).

That's how we finally get to the bottom of the cathedral.

A huge double-open door made of its holy silver (Mithril) was automatically activated, leading Fiona into it.

There's nothing there. It was more of a jailbroken atmosphere hall than a sacred one, just covered with white walls.

Nestled in its center, one black shadow.

"Well, let me introduce myself first. It is quite famous because it seems that it came from a different heaven and earth far apart from the sea, Elysion of Ark."

Large black triangle hat and pink black robe.

Not the figure of Fiona, that was the outfit of a goddess standing in front of her.

It's just that the first trait that comes to my attention is sole, and at the next moment, I'll be able to realize that it's completely different from Fiona's witch gear.

Because almost all the white nudity of the goddess is exposed.

The robe flowed to his back like a cloak and the front of his body was open, from which the flesh of the goddess exposed at all costs was something seductive and fantastic that captivated roughly all men and, at the same time, made all women jealous.

The chest that correctly embodies this Purgatory Mountain, the valley that is sent over, does not show the bottom in depth anywhere.

Its chest is filled with unknown black bikini style tops that do not reflect light.

If you lower your gaze a little against the unbearable temptation, it's not just a thin waist there that's just creased, but like a warrior - no, it shows a beautiful, tight abdomen like an ancient hero statue.

If you lower your gaze further, the bottom half of the body is covered by a remarkable angle and area bottoms.

A large, fascinating curved hip line, but the legs stretching from it were as tight as around the waist and colored with success, beauty and slut.

From the knee down is covered with a black leather braided boot, and its high heel pushes even longer legs, while the chrono-like length is pushed higher.

Is the flesh of such a goddess so glossy that both popular dancers and super fancy whores spiral with their noses? Is this comparable to the Legendary Succubus Queen who seduced the Demon King (Mia) - no, she's the one in person, no joke, Fiona thought that.

"disrespectful, he's a nastier, nastier body, don't go with him."

"Excuse me."

The earliest I've been read my mind, I'm not surprised. Even Lily can do it if she cares, even if she is a god.

"So, uh, what's the goddess's name?

As the saying goes, Fiona, who does not shy away at all even in the presence of God, always sees the face of the goddess who asks his name - he could not see it.

The deep hat doesn't reveal the eye area.

No, its unnatural invisibility seemed to me to be exercising the magic of perception inhibition.

However, on the face whose lower half is dewy, the tall nostrils through which it passes, it is enlightened that it is the owner of a thin jaw line, a colourful thick lip, a beauty that has already been completed with only those elements.

The goddess opens her mouth, ridiculously distorting her crimson lips like she drew blood instead of Rouge.

"Oh, well, heh, I'm not going to put it on my name, it's a fake name anyway."

"What?"

"What's the name of Non?"

I thought I said something even more outrageous. No, no doubt Fiona had noticed, but with a brilliant divine thru it, the goddess deceived the false name.

- Endymion, serve the ancient demon king, the black witch.

Flushing is long black hair as brilliant and lustrous as the night sky.

And Fiona did see two crimson glows lit only for a moment when her eyes were supposed to be invisible hiding in her hat.