Kuro no Maou

There have been incidents such as Nero Fury, but the whole venue turns drunk as often and everyone seems to enjoy the party.

Good, we don't have to smash up the corner celebration area.

With that in mind, I was alone, on the balcony, cool in the night breeze. The moon of the pale moon falls in October in Japan, but it is not cold enough for the autumn breeze to stain itself yet.

The Great Hall is on the first floor of the castle, so just because you're out on the balcony doesn't mean you have spectacular night views of Sparda. If it were daylight, you would see a beautifully tidied garden, but in this time of night, completely overnight, it is sinking into darkness.

From the boring view of the black monochrome, I turned to the bright venue side and saw what a thriving bunch of students sounded like, with a fun laugh and a light melody.

What's playing music, Will? Guitar, maybe not exactly a guitar, but it sounds like the name guitar by automatic translation. Will was skillfully playing a string instrument that was very similar in shape and sound, despite his drunken state.

"Huh, ha, ha, ha! Music is the hobby of the royal family! I didn't have the martial arts talent, but the musical talent. Shull and the others are so hectic, they were crying and snapping their guitars!

I was greatly surprised Will's unexpected stunt was discovered in his rock performing sister's exposed conversation.

However, as I say "royal aristocratic preference," it seems that many learn music. A spurder of the image of a martial arts, but somehow he seems to be proficient in art.

That's how Lily, a young girl, performs a cute dance to rhythm on Will, who squeaks her guitar in a good mood.

Speaking of fairies, as the idol image of singing and dancing suggests, Lily can instinctively dance and dance magnificently, too. Well, Lily, the toddler girl, I only felt a smile like a kindergarten play party - she unexpectedly showed off her agile moves and dynamic acts like triple-accelerator triplets. Well, whatever you do because you're cute, it's all right.

Fiona, by the way, is dancing with Lily. With the usual sleepy look, a strange dance. Is that a witch ritual or something, a strange choreography that's hard to put into words like that?

Lily is cute, but if Fiona asks you for your dance thoughts, um, what can I say... that's a personalized dance. All right, let's do this.

Whatever it is, thanks to my temporary separation, the culprit of fear, there is an awesome crowd in front of both of us. Lily is already popular in seminaries, and Fiona, well, hopefully she'll have a new friend on this occasion.

I hope Fiona has a nice encounter, like saving her grey student life. Well, I've only made two friends in Sparda, too, so I can't say much about that.

"Did you enjoy the party?"

Blurring, I was accidentally called out like that.

I thought no one would get close to the balcony because of me, but, well, it's clear from the content of the dialogue that I'm not a student.

Because whoever the hell - turned around, the answer came right away.

"His Majesty King Leonhardt..."

Standing there, the giant with the impression of a red lion is the king who undoubtedly awarded me a medal at noon. It's not that flashy red cape look, it's the black military outfit of the Spartan army, but you can't even see a figure with such a prominent appearance.

Hey, why are you here? Or is it okay if I don't have someone to accompany me or something? Glue and doubt swirl.

"Take it easy, no disrespect"

It seemed like it would inadvertently become upright immobile, but I lost my strength when I heard the words. It doesn't make any difference to be nervous.

"Thank you. The party is very lively and fun."

"Right."

That way, silent times flow. The pleasant rhythms and singing voices heard from the Great Hall feel somewhat farther away. My nervousness increases even further.

Unlike Will, is King Leonhardt a silent man? This silence, just a little, no, it's pretty painful. Should we talk about something from me...

I wanted to thank you personally.

The Red King opened his mouth, as if he had perceived my distress.

"No, I've given you a medal, and it's enough."

"That's a thank you as King of Sparda. Now I just want to thank you, as a single father. Thank you for saving my son."

"You're welcome..."

I could only return such mediocrity before the shocking appearance of a king of one country dripping his head deep. No, even I, a modern Japanese who is neglectful of identity, can understand as much as the king sucks at bowing his head.

I'm glad to be appreciated, rather than worried that someone will see this sight and make a scene first.

But fortunately, no one had ever called before King Leonhardt raised his head. Good, I don't want any more weird rumors.

"You and that party will be paid the corresponding rewards later by me and the Adventurers Guild, but this is also only a public response. As my personal thanks, I'm going to fulfill one of your wishes, is there anything I can do for you?

The sudden offer surprises me even more. But even when it comes to fulfilling hope, well, there will be a common sense premise that it is only feasible. Nevertheless, it's an unusually great opportunity to ask a king of a country for a favor.

I'm going to get the word "feelings are enough" reflexively, no, it's not enough that you don't actually have to do that... I'm not just continuing my adventurous life.

What should I wish for King Leonhardt?

Would you like a knight to do that? You want a powerful curse weapon? Or the Great Magic Fixture (artifact)? If you ask me, I might even get the land and the mansion. Even if you simply want an increase in your bounty, it would be a legitimate demand if you were an adventurer.

No, none of them are. I must have something more, something I need.

All right, that's settled. What I want is...

Compared to the Great Hall, it is a very calm interior room, but this is one of the private rooms for the Sparda royalty in the royal castle.

Here and now, I have a Royal Sparda parent and son.

"So, what did Chrono want?

One is Wilhardt, the second prince of Sparda. The feast has already ended and you should have consumed quite a bit of alcohol, but that tone is a clear one that doesn't make you feel drunk.

The golden eyes behind the new monoculars (monocles) early on upon return emit an intelligent glow everywhere.

"I want information about the Crusaders, that's what I said"

It is Wilhardt's father, King Sparda Leonhardt, who responds.

The appearance of a giant man sitting back on a sofa in black bull (bullhorn) leather is intimidating everywhere. It is the skinny Wilhardt who sits face-to-face, so its good stature also looks more prominent.

"Hmm, Chrono, don't hesitate. Whatever you ask me to offer..."

"Will, you're still a student. So much for sticking your neck in state secrets."

"Whoa, that was rude."

Leonhardt regretted all the slightest that it was a failure to put Assassin, a native of the Intelligence Department, in the position of escort maid.

However, there may be several cases that I would like to throw a round of information analysis at Wilhardt already, although I can't speak for myself. Because I don't like this kind of brainwork, neither myself, nor my wife, nor Eisenhardt, who will be the next king. Correct, you will always hold your head.

So much so that if I confess honestly, I seriously think Wilhardt will graduate and become secretary as soon as possible.

"But I've sent you a letter before, and what does your father think of the Crusader threat?

"Don't worry, I'm not insulting you. More importantly, I saw the appearance of a white man with only the power to defeat that Garvinal in the fold where I asked Galahad"

"Hmm, the man may be the most powerful warrior the Crusaders possess, called the 'Apostle'"

"Apostle?"

At the same time listening back, I find it somewhat regrettable that my son is apparently going to be more familiar with the Crusaders' inside situation. I just praised you not to stick your neck in confidentiality, but this is it.

"He says he is a chosen and twelve warrior, named only as the White God, who gained the power of fearsome protection over the God of Arc. The power seems to far outweigh even Chrono, who has left Larspun and slaughtered Gleedgore"

"... ho"

"Father, stop making me think of war here."

"Sorry."

You can't just be one swordsman when you hear about a powerful enemy - you can't say. It would only be an unfortunate consequence to be praised by the Son, "Think of the hour and the case", as I said.

"Well, you didn't sign up for a duel with Chrono, did you?

"Will, do you doubt this father?"

"I know this Will, even if I don't know his mother or brother, that he's powdered every time he awards a medal to those who gave him the kung fu. Didn't you just say to Chrono that if you get a chance, give it a try, etc.?

Absolutely, how lamentable to be King Sparta so far and doubt his real father... but Leonhardt couldn't say anything back than that allegation was true.

Later on, Chrono would be followed up with "Don't worry about the king's words," and Will stabbed the nail in a slightly slurred tone before reverting to the story.

"- But I'm relieved to hear directly from your father about your response to the Crusaders. Apparently, poses aren't the only ones who are sending 'Lampage' General Gezembourg to Fortress Galahad and collecting air force as well"

"... how do you know so much"

"Just a little bit, I just pinched it in my ear."

To the appearance of his niggling, grinning son, Leonhardt lifts his wavy red hair, just saying he's really here.

"Otherwise, if you think that neither Tenma (Pegasus) nor Flying Dragon (Dragon) nor Winged Beast (Griffon) flew to the ancient castle of Ischia, you can guess that they assembled in Galahad."

"That was unlucky. If we could move any one of them, we could have a quick rescue."

Which one of you can go and help quickly to inform the Knights with the ability to fly stationed in Galahad of the task of rescuing the ancient castle of Ischia or to make an immediate appearance in Sparda?

Leonhardt leading the Knights directly from Sparda is definitely the quicker answer given the information conveyed, the distance, the preparations and the various circumstances.

But in the end, the castle would have fallen without the activity of Chrono. The fact that rescue was too late is unshakeable.

"It's past. Father's judgment is not wrong. With us theological students, we are not just children. We all fought a lot, and as a result, we endured a monster attack."

"Um, you did a really good job"

The future of Sparda is bright, so much so that Leonhardt thinks it's not even in the pattern. By the time I was a student, I would have been very unable to survive such a cage fight.

I was an idiot myself at the time, but more than that, the executive candidates were rotten. Because it was just like a typical of an incompetent boncla aristocrat.

The country called Sparda has changed, and so has the seminary, changed by President Sophia Sirius Percifal. I think again that she was still right to leave it to her because she raised so many dependable young people.

"However, not everything went well. I understand that the castle held up to that day thanks to Wing Road, but I still can't help but think at the bottom of my heart, acting on my own at the end…"

Still, the appearance firmly understands their behavior and Will's attitude of not publicly criticizing them does not seem very student. At this age, my son already lives in a spirit of steel that endures humiliation.

I don't remember spoiling it, but I don't remember growing it so hard. A child is a strange thing.

"Prince Nero's actions were to be appreciated as a single father. But as a king, I'm not very praised."

We have already heard what happened in the ancient castle of Ischia.

'Wing Road' away from the castle at the earthen pit where the monster's simultaneous attack began. If it's bad, it could even be taken as an enemy escape...

"If I were a student, I would have acted the same way Prince Nero did. I can't really criticize you."

No, rather, I must have been the one sneaking out of the castle by myself to aim for the general's neck. Most importantly, I didn't have the will to protect other students at the time, and there is a verse that I even thought I should die, especially for all the cadets. Things are somewhat different, but it still makes no difference that it is problematic behavior.

"Arbitrary devotion to violating orders...... that's all a knight would be executing stuff, but we're not yet tied up with students, steel discipline, so it would be impossible to punish them publicly. More importantly, Nero is the prince of Avalon, the worst if Sparta sucks, because it's a diplomatic matter."

Will's story is realistic everywhere.

"If this gathered criticism from students about 'Wing Road', it would also have been a problem not to be punished... it's a cheap one because you missed the spearhead of dissatisfaction just by lowering my head"

In front of Wing Road leaving the castle, he also hears the unspeakable and extreme story of Will, who cried and sent him out in a dust seat.

He played the dogma to not lower the student's morale and did not make Wing Road an enemy. In fact, it maintained morale and endured until the arrival of Krono and Nell reinforcements.

But if only Will had performed a dugout act - fine, I doubt he's his own son - looking at even the problems that would have happened after everything had been resolved, when he rubbed his head to the ground. No, we should be praised here for letting go.

Yes, if no one else is to be praised, then the Father himself must be praised.

"Will, you did the right thing as a prince, as a general. I made it through my predicament, and I showed you how proud I am."

"Thank you, Father. That word alone will suffice, this Wilhardt."

It is as if he were his subordinate, but this is the illumination of his son.

"Anyway, the battle of Ischia has been successfully concluded. A policy of maximum vigilance for the Crusaders must never be changed."

After all, Leonhardt is even more confident.

Wilhardt, General Emelia, and Chrono. Everyone who knows the Crusades reveals a strong sense of crisis. That's all the opponents are lurking far beyond Galahad.

When it was going to be a tough fight, the intuition that often hit me passed Leonhardt's brain.

"Sometimes, Father, it's time to get down to business? Let it wait forever, and Shall is pathetic."

"What... stupid brother..."

It was just a conversation between father and son until now, but there are actually three of them in this room. Charlotte, her daughter's third princess, flatters her brother with her temperament, although she looks pale somewhere.

"Shull, now be careful"

"Ugh... sorry, Father..."

Charlotte is sitting right next to her father. Even the little girlfriend, if lined up with Leonhardt, is like a rabbit captured by a lion. Looks like Charlotte seeps through some frightening signs, too.

"I hear all the circumstances. Will chose the castle to make the right decision, first, understand that. On top of that, Charles, I'll allow you to speak now. I'm going to ask you for an excuse to leave the castle and go for Gridgore."

Charlotte had been strictly ordered to be beside her father ever since Leonhardt led the Knights to reach the Old Castle of Ischia. Even in the triumphal parade, he never walked with 'Wing Road', the party to which he belonged, but was aboard the last Leonhardt red eight-legged horse (Slapenille) to appear.

It's the picture that Sparda's PR magazine (newspaper) wanted, that my father saved my daughter, but it was never making me withhold Charlotte in performance.

Leonhardt was angry at the battle of the ancient castle of Ischia, when he heard its outline. But the punishment has not yet fallen on my daughter.

Until this time today, Charlotte even had to wait, frightened by the punishment of her father, who did not know when she would go down. And finally, the time has come. They're here.

"Wow, I don't..."

Charlotte squeezes out her words with a small mouth trembling as she seeps thin tears into her circular golden eyes.

"I'm not wrong! If this idiot brother had listened to me from the start, it would have all gone well! Wing Road could have defeated Greedgor! There were no casualties in the wasted Castle Battle!!

Wilhardt just said he was stunned by Charlotte's words crying out for his legitimacy with tears at last. The opposing Leonhardt has an unmoved expression on one eyebrow.

Leonhardt understands. Wilhardt's eyes open and stunned that he's never stunned by his sister's silliness additions and subtractions.

"Father, Charles is still immature, but forgive me."

My brother begs that the punishment be lightened at all, perceiving that his stupid sister touched his father's scales. You know better than anyone because you're a brother to the Sparda family, my father's horror.

"Char... this..."

"Father up!?

Wilhardt tries to stop himself, but the hour is already late. Leonhardt was waving his arms up as he sat down, stiffening his fists.

"- Big fool!!

The king's fist was waved with so much rage that it shook the Royal Castle of Sparda.

Leonhardt, a menacing sword king who is a human being but has the power to cross with the Dragon King. Even if you don't hold the sword, the blow rolled out of that fist will shoot even the steel golem to pieces.

The speed of the wielded fist is unrecognizable to Wilhardt, not to mention Charlotte himself, who is so destructively directed.

"Hih... ah..."

The Fist of the Sword King had stopped perfectly just before touching Charlotte's poor face cheek.

Charlotte's bright red hair is stirred by fist pressure, which occurs one beat late. The long twin tail of the trademark also flicked heavily with Bassari at the stir. Awesome wind pressure.

"If you were my son, I would have guessed. Thank God she was born."

It would be my brother, not Charlotte, who stroked down his breasts in a ho. The person in question, with an eye-opening crying face, is only stunned.

"Charlotte, you seem to need to teach me the difference between confidence and overconfidence in power from scratch. But before that, punishment must be given. Redemption in every tenth of a thousand of the faults I have made."

"Oh, Father..."

Charlotte raising her voice and crying out, like she cut a weir. The unwavering determination of Leonhardt, even in front of his painful daughter's crying face, was above all a testament to his cold golden gaze.

"Will, go back to your room now. Whatever help Charles calls for, don't ever come and stop him. Tell Ike that, too."

"... Yes, Father"

Besides acknowledging, there can't be an answer.

A wise Wilhardt would understand. My father's sweetness that if I were to be stopped, I would loosen my laying hands.

What Leonhardt regrets most now is not Charlotte's stupidity. I've embraced any wagamama so far, nothing short of my sweetness. Not just myself, everyone in the family, has spoiled Charlotte too much.

The twist has now turned to my daughter and to my father.

Thus, Wilhardt leaves the room with such a sad face that he has made a bitter decision.

All this time, Charlotte also stared at his ridiculous brother with his back.

Brother, help me, I guess I didn't say because I have her last pride.

But Leonhardt had already decided.

Charlotte builds his pride in distortion while wearing his confidence and overconfidence. That's already in the buckwheat.

"Char."

"Phew, ku, ugh... Phew, Father..."

Take it off.

"... Huh?

Charlotte's painful crying face stiffened. I don't know what they said, no, I just don't want to know.

"Take it off, I said. I'm not a kid anymore, you know what I mean."

Leonhardt sensed that Charlotte would stiffen her body as well so that she could be played. But I'm not letting you get away with it.

"You're a woman, I don't punch you in the face. But I won't punish you enough to regret being born to a woman."

"Oh, no... lying, Father... no way..."

"I won't tell you three times. If you can't hear me, you'll tear me apart with every glorious red cape in my hand."

Charlotte holds her body tight to protect herself with both arms, like a helpless girl with a thug in front of her, trembling that little body in fear.

Even in front of his beloved daughter's so pathetic appearance, Leonhardt, ready, glances at her with the giddy eyes of a beast that rightly precedes her prey.

How lucky I would have been if this was just a thug. Charlotte's proud thunderbolt magic would easily wipe out the public.

But it is Leonhardt, the sword king, who strikes more than this. There is no such thing as a woman who is seriously attacked by him and is safe in Sparda.

Charlotte, who understands it well, will soon have realized that resistance is more pointless than ex, even to ask for mercy.

Like a newborn deer, he shook his thin legs and rose off the couch.

"No, I'll take it off... I'll take it off, from..."

So forgive me for tearing this wrapped up, royal sparda seminary uniform and the certified glorious red cape of the executive candidate into a snarl and forcing him to be naked. Sounds like you can hear the sad and humble words.

After a beat of silence, Charlotte got her hands on the hem of the pleated skirt as she had decided.

Of course the battle, even on a daily basis, flying, jumping and kicking, the noisy old lady Charlotte wears short spats so that no matter how many skirts she turns on. First, take it off.

A glossy black fabric slipped through Charlotte's legs as she sullied her white balled skin.

Thanks to being protected by the Spats from day to day, or just because one of these is gone, Charlotte looks terribly unforgivable.

Though I shall soon taste enough shame to overshadow such a whispering shame.

"Ku, uhh..."

Leonhardt waits silently. My daughter will take the last one off herself.

After a time of further silence, Charlotte puts her hand in the skirt again.

Touching your fingertips are white shorts from Heavenly Hell Silkworm (Valhalla Silk). The highest quality underwear the royalty deserves to wear.

Lower the momentum well to shake off the stray - I guess it was supposed to, but Charlotte, blubbering and trembling as she dyed her face bright red, unfortunately, scrapes down her underwear irresistibly while holding onto her thin legs.

Leonhardt captured her daughter's body with that rigid arm, just saying she couldn't wait any longer, as the spotless, pure white dazzling shorts dropped to the edge of her knee.

"Yikes!? Do it, Father."

A tall screaming Charlotte, but if you would stop me to that extent, Leonhardt hasn't acted like this.

Leonhardt, who attracted Charlotte, who was about to take off her pants, to sit under herself on the couch, suppressed her little body to lie down on her knees, just as she had to allow even a whisper of resistance.

On a clap that was forcefully dropped on his knees, a shorter skirt glanced up like a headwind, exposing his lovely white ass in front of Leonhardt.

"Yes, do it! Oh no!!

Already Leonhardt has Charlotte in one hand. It seals Charlotte's arm perfectly by keeping her arms behind her waist and keeping her wrist at its intersection.

No matter how rampant it is, it's useless. Even if it does not omit to blow itself up and thunder is emitted at all costs, this restraint will not be slightly lax.

Leonhardt floats his knee to his lower abdomen just a little while the magician class girl feels the power of her dangling resistance on her left hand, making him in a position that protrudes his dewy ass.

"Hey! Hey! No, no, no! I'm sorry, Father! Father!!

Finally, Charlotte, who cries out and begs forgiveness. Like her immature yet smooth bright white ass bouncing, it stirs up a man's tenderness everywhere.

Leonhardt now moves to ravage his trembling maiden's soft skin, her unclean beloved daughter's ass with his own hands.

"Reflect deeply on your sins, Charlotte. A hundred hits on the butt."

"Nooooooo!!