Kuro no Maou

"I'm going home to Sparda now."

"Let's go home to Sparda now"

When I woke up, the exact same content of the dialogue overlapped on the bed.

That's just it, both Lily and Fiona could guess. The purpose of this journey has already been reached.

After all the detailed explanations of the circumstances, the two flew out of the 'Cat's Tail Pavilion' like a disease, and ran through Avalon City like a fury.

"-" Speed Enhancement (Speed Boost), "" Disease Drive (Air Wo-Car) ""

"Fairy Connections (Oracle Field) Full Open!

That already ran. Either it's a combination of enhanced magic and martial arts, or it consumes 30 minutes of total transformation time a day. Anyway, it's serious, it's a full-blown disease.

I can go home under Chrono, that's all the facts left the two of us with a calm ability to think and move their bodies as instincts.

Until yesterday, no, I should have acted firmly rational and rational until in that dream, but the recoil caused by the Avalon life in the absence of Chrono must have erupted at this time.

For the first time in their seriousness, which seemed to be the case, the longer they stayed for a few days or so, the two ran through the sparse city of Avalon in the early morning.

That's how, just before I rammed Avalon's Dae-jong Gate into the momentum of guard gun ignorance to do the bare streets,

"Oh, there's no horse (Marie)"

The two legs finally stopped.

Like Sparda, Avalon has huge walls that are physically and magically robust.

The white-painted walls, which utilize ancient remains, look much more graceful than the sparda stone protrusion and do not give a sense of its antiquity.

The whiteness of the walls is not the only thing that is beautiful. Not to be ashamed of the name of the legendary imperial capital Avalon, in front of its main entrance, the Great Gate, was a beautifully created square.

The pitch-black tower, which stands dignified in the center, is the Obelisk "Beginning of History (Zero Chronicle)", inscribed with words that glorify the ancient demon king Mia Ellord.

Around it stands a giant crystal statue of the seven goddesses of war, beloved bride, made into the mightiest knight the Demon King's Army boasts.

Lighting up the morning sun, the bodies of the goddesses of war are divinely brilliant.

Lily looked at such a sight with a seriously dusky look on her toddler.

"... it's bad because Fiona rushes out"

Apparently the earlier ugliness has settled in the direction of blaming the other party for everything.

The total time it takes is shorter to get ready and keep pace, just like it was when it was originally, rather than rushing ahead.

What should I say, not ugly, that I was even doomed to forget the basics of such a journey?

Lily, who sits down a bit on a bench set in the square and speaks blame while letting her legs hang out, will only look like a kid who quarreled with his friends from the side.

By the way, the witch rubbed all her sins in the middle of picking up Marie the Horse, an essential leg to return to Sparda, to the stables, that is, she is not here.

Should the stables where horseback riding is kept be taken for granted, or near this main entrance.

Nonetheless, given the rather late return time, I guess I have already procured a large quantity of breakfast at the stalls and other places where I started operating.

Lily had just finished eating a sandwich (with a drink) that she had received from a seller who spoke to a commuter nearby with a fairy smile.

As such, Lily, calm in her head and belly, can finally calmly circle her thoughts.

One thing that bothers me moreover is the one PR magazine (newspaper) that Lily was left on the bench where she sat.

The PR magazine (newspaper) published by the government is a valuable source of information for the public. Most importantly, no nation has been so manipulated with thought that all believe in what is written in this from their heads. The voices of dissatisfaction with the rulers rise at all times and in all regions.

Of course, the exact date of the issue, which also reliably contains information that can undoubtedly be called true.

In other words, the PR magazine Lily took was marked as the 22nd of the month of platinum.

"If you make all that fuss, it'll be an article (news) soon."

This morning's newspaper, decorating the top news,

"The orphanage is on fire! Boy Patriarch of White Light Church disturbed!?

was titled

Even though it's a national PR magazine, it seems like a gossip incitement complaint for a long time. Lily remembered that Sparda was at least a little more serious headline.

However, there is no difference that what is written there is the most credible information in Avalon.

Now, with some interest in the backdrop of what he had done, Lily glanced at a PR magazine with its little arms spread all over it.

Behind what the frigid headlines are, the text of the article is succinctly legible and spells out the painful incident that took place last night.

That the orphanage run by a religious organization called the White Light Church was completely burned and that all the children who lived there died.

The patriarchal boy named priest, the minor, whose name was laid low, confessed that he set fire to the orphanage for the purpose of killing.

But the boy himself is in a state of cardiac loss, and the investigation appears to be difficult to navigate.

The following were topics off the core of the case, such as explanations about the White Light Church and the problem of orphans in slums, so Lily stopped following the letters there.

"Good, I'm not strangely suspicious"

Even though the prosecution of the nearby White Light Church was planned, all the opponents would have moved with children, the Knights, of course, and even the adventurers, the basics would have moved alive.

While I knew how to treat him like that, I killed him without hesitation with the kind of momentum that raided the Vicious Bandits, no, I offered him a sacrifice to be precise, but anyway, it's obvious that it would be troublesome if I were to be known that he had a clear intention to kill him.

Worst case scenario, both Lily and Fiona could even get a prison sentence.

That's why I'm bothering to disguise myself and act, and even if it was last night's raid, I was paying close attention - well, some witches were flashly releasing advanced intermediate magic.

"But I can't believe he hasn't been suspected so far. He was right to stay."

Lily and I weren't the wacko that foresaw all this ending.

The more likely it was that the boy priest was joining the sacrifice.

As a result, I inadvertently left Doji in his usual state of obsolescence, but that made him a choice to leave by Lily, who instantly predicted that he would be viewed as correctly written in the article.

Perhaps he is by now being questioned by Avalon's gendarmerie (Loguardian) in the investigation room.

"haha... haha... i did it... jiebu, i did it..."

etc., and would be answering with vain eyes.

It is not the story of such a distant future that he disappears with the dew of the headstand.

"Ha, and you're so slow Fiona...... slow, mmm"

Lily, who renounced thinking in adult consciousness, jumped off the thoughtful bench and slammed PR magazine (newspaper) into the nearest trash can in a win-win mood.

For the young girl Lily, both the orphanage inflammation incident and the fate of the juvenile priest are matters totally unworthy of consideration, of the same value as the abandoned PR magazine.

Already the thought is directed only at resentment towards the one who is sure to be hosting the Avalon Gourmet Tour in the morning.

Lily returns to the bench as she puns - but at that time she was completely distracted.

"Ah!?

and Lily's little body, which screamed adorably and painfully, fell on the spot with a pong and buttocks.

I hit something - no, I hit someone.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?

It was the voice of a man who often went by that came down from Lily's head.

The blame lies with Lily, who has hit a backlash mood, but apparently he sounds like a legitimate adult and worries about a fallen child.

"Ugh."

It was Lily who prevented her from hitting the back of her head with her hands on a fallen clap, but the soft palm of the toddler who touched the cobblestone had rubbed off to the point where all the blood seeped in.

It would be impossible to ask Lily, a young girl, to respond with consideration to the person she bumps into in the face of that staining pain.

It is the best because it withstands the pain with thin tears in the eyes of a circle turned blue with a magical contact lens.

Oh, my God, you're hurt.

A man who immediately perceived the situation from Lily's condition crouched down to confirm the injury.

That's when I see the man who started and bumped into Lily in tears.

What he puts together is a simple, everywhere designed gray robe, similar to Lily's healer (Priest) robe.

Lily, who is deeply wearing that hood but in a peeping perspective from the bottom, clearly saw the man's face there.

Two eyes, black and blue, were there.

"Ah..."

The left eye is dark as the exact same naruto as Chrono, the right eye is clear and empty as you are now.

Lily's gaze nailed to that overly distinctive odd-eye.

Regardless, the man would have immediately realized that he had been turned away without straightening his eyes.

"It's okay, I'll fix you up soon"

You interpreted the meaning of that gaze as a child's anxiety, and the man replied so with a gentle smile to reassure him.

Combining rigour and beauty, the smile rolling from the face of an ancient hero or brave man will just not attract men and women.

A refreshing grin that Chrono can't really imitate, but Lily is not a tourist.

There's a strange feeling in my chest that I should call unspeakable discomfort.

Is that because, at the end of the day, it is the opposite of Chrono as if this man's appearance had shown it to him?

The hair corresponds to the brilliant silver hair in contrast to the black, and the different colored eyes correspond symmetrically to the left and right: the black of the chrono corresponds to the blue, and the red given by God (Mia) corresponds to the black.

"Show me your hands."

While Lily was doing some grand thinking about the incredible man figure, he seemed ready to treat him as he put it.

In a man's hand is a vial filled with liquid like clear water.

However, from the appearance of a colorless, transparent but sparkling particle of light blending in, it could definitely be inferred, first of all, that it is of the kind of potion.

No, even the young girl Lily, the answer to what this is, leads instantly.

Because that's something I've used once before.

"I don't know, it doesn't hurt anymore, does it?

The wound disappeared completely the moment that the potion dropped a few drops and zeroed into Lily's red-leaved palm.

It's not that level of healing or blocking. The scar really disappeared while I blinked.

Despite the slight scratches that fell and rubbed off, making this fast regeneration possible is above all proof that it is quite high grade among a few potions.

No, this is neither superior nor superior, Fiona did say this then.

"It's the most amazing potion, at least on the Ark continent."

Yes, I mean, this is undoubtedly the finest potion, its name,

"... elixir"

"You know very well. Even if it's small, it's just a healer (Priest)."

Lily's chest and so on. It's like you wouldn't know. The man stroked his black head now to praise all right.

No grumpy emotions, rather, no emotions, caught on Lily's telepathy.

Would it be strong mental protection (protection)? No, something different from that, not an image like a wall as hard as Fiona's, this one rather reveals no real intent even without an entity as wrapped in mist, so to speak, an intangible shield.

Lily's perplexity deepened further into the strange sensation she felt for the first time, with no grasp.

"Now you're gonna walk right in front of me."

The time of treatment, the time of being stroked, is less than a minute if it passes.

The man who accomplished what was to be accomplished stands up and turns back on his heel.

"Bye, sweet fairy."

Thus, flipping a grey robe, the man dived into the main entrance of Avalon and traveled somewhere.

Lily, who just dropped off the look, snapped unexpectedly.

"That, Lily... sounds like I was talking to someone right now..."

Even if you look around with Kyoro Kyoro, what you can see is the everyday sights of Avalon's morning, the ever-increasing square of people there.

Something happened, someone was there - Lily can't remember the last minute, for some reason.

No, did that happen in the first place, nothing, should be.

"Mm-hmm?"

Yeah, Lily twisting her head in a roar.

"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Lily. Shall we go then?"

That's when Fiona, who straddled her beloved horse boasting a giant body of black fur, showed up carrying a paper bag filled with food.

I'm not holding the reins, I'm driving.

"Ah! Fiona, it's late!!

"I'm still in disguise, so now I have to call you my sister."

"Mucky!

Forgetting about the confusion of already vague memories, Lily jumped with an angry face to the role of a very unpopular sister that was not bad at all.

Nonetheless, the two of them, finally with all their legs to leave Avalon, dived through the majestic Grand Main Gate and were on their way back to Sparda, where their loved ones awaited.