Kuro no Maou

My name was Seiichi Akaba, and I'm supposed to be a regular college student everywhere.

"... where, here"

Dazzling lighted white space. But it was obvious that it wasn't my own room or the university infirmary.

The only reason I've been lying around is because it's not a soft bed, it's a hot tub with hot water. It's pretty horny, it's like a coffin design, but this feels stylish. I don't want it at home, though.

In this wasteful, big room, there are a bunch of uneven coffin-style tubs that are the same as the ones I wear. That it is a bathroom that is quite novel.

By the way, I wake up on my upper body when I realize it, like a half bath. Of course, it is naked because it is on water.

Shit, you're definitely going to catch a cold if you stay like this... not that you can't swallow the whole situation.

"Relax, I'm not old enough to get bogged down... Remember, what happened today..."

As far as I can remember, today's date is May 14th. It is a Monday of cause for students, which came after crushing two Saturday and Sunday holidays in part-time.

But as far as I'm concerned, I can call it the Monday I've been waiting for, or the day I went to college.

Because I have a girlfriend who's proud, really proud, of being the cutest transcendent girl in the world.

Amazing Pretty Face that looks great on brunette twin tails even as a college student. A small, luxurious body builds a man's desire for asylum everywhere. Such a pitiful and frivolous girlfriend, but what a combination of worthiness and wellbeing to hand make even lunch for me. Truly the ideal girlfriend.

She's too good for me, but she's still a cannojo!

Yeah, that's why I went to college today, waiting for her handmade lunch box. Lecture? I don't know, I was in attendance, but it's like I don't remember. I don't care.

That's how I waited for the lunch break. The location is somewhere in the appropriate classroom at the university. It was usually a nice lunchtime outside in a secret place for just the two of us, but it's raining with the therthers as if to curse our fateful love.

Well, it's trivial, because it's no different than being able to eat her handmade lunches.

"Yes, Seiichi"

That's when I opened the lunchbox that she gave me with my usual dolly beauty and faceless expression, even once again, disaster would come down to me.

"Ko, this is..."

Overall, the lunch box is brown. I don't really think about shades or nutritional balance, but only volume, hungry boys' high school students still naturally conveyed their intentions to eat.

Weird. What she always makes is supposed to be a dostraightforward love lunch with a heart mark shaped by mysterious peach flakes painted on top of white rice.

Unhandled pears and frozen foods are out of the question. After being considered for colour and nutritional balance, I am also obsessed with appearance. The winner will be Mr. Octopus, and the apple is Mr. Rabbit.

Even so, from the guy in front of me, I can only feel my brother-in-law and duty of "I made him out of ginger" instead of love.

Could it be me, I'll be freaking out today...?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I think your mother gave it to my brother by mistake..."

So, her follow-up went in with a rare and hasty appearance.

I see, I've heard before that she lives at her parents' house, and that she has a brother who is misleading from around something because of her appearance but has very good roots.

Sometimes there will be bumpy hours in the morning, these mistakes, accidents.

"No, because if that's the case, I can't help it, and I don't care!

Without such a convincing circumstance, I might have cried the next moment. No joke, it's a real cry.

"By the way, can I eat this lunch?

"Yeah... I only want Seiichi to eat what I made... fine"

What an endless dialogue with a man who wanted me to eat the lunch I made. That's okay, that's just how you feel, and I'll make any thing taste good and look good!

I tried to say, "I'll have it," shaking at such emotion - oh, yeah, this is the time.

"-!?

I got a headache. Awful, what a description. It's not enough, he's intense.

Unheard of, unprecedented, awesome pain like the heavens and earth flipped, but the only thing that actually flipped was a brown stamina lunch box and my body.

The pain would have prevented me from knowing everything, so much so that I could forget even such a simple perception that I rolled off unnecessarily onto the floor of the classroom.

But only her face, which leads to me falling and crying, clearly remembers. Worst case scenario, I can't believe I made her cry so much - yes, from the bottom of my heart, my consciousness turned dark.

And when I realized it, I woke up in this mysterious bathroom. At least, as far as I can remember, that's the connection.

And anyway, I have to see her soon. I'm sorry to bother you, I'm fine, so tell me not to cry anymore.

But this mysterious situation won't allow me to act on it.

If you're just in the hospital room, you should have just popped out. But I have no idea where this place is. Where can I go to see her? No, in the first place, where am I now?

It was then that I came to the conclusion that such a question would only make my head itch, and that it was more of an action anyway than I already thought.

"Bullshit! I really woke up!?

The voice of a tall girl echoing all over the room.

Turning around, there was one long-haired girl there, standing, reminiscent of the Great Sea Plains.

Its bizarre hair tone also catches my eye, but more concerned is her aptitude. What the hell kind of lady knight has come out of the RPG, wearing a heavy armor helmet all the time?

It's an awesome temperament cosplay, I'd say, but based on that silver, armor with decorations and textures in a bright blue line, just like hair, has a real metal brilliance and a tannic flavor that I used in action. Every time she took a step forward, the rattling and feet sounded heavy.

"Wow what to do... I just messed with you appropriately..."

A blue-haired lady knight came all the way to me, snapping a bump and talking to herself. Those brilliant golden eyes stare straight at me.

"I'm Fiora, what's your name? What a freshly awakened man-made (homunculus) can answer -"

"I'm Yoshiichi Akaba. Hey, can you tell me where the hell we are?

- Thus, I met her. Real name, Fiora Theo Nanablast.

A woman who will later be my wife, but the memories with her will not need to be noted here. That is already where many of the Rune people find out, and it is kept both in the Rune Royal Castle and in the Adventurer's Guild as an official record.

All I write in this diary is personal thoughts, emotions that no one else, including my wife, has to know.

It is also a sentiment of hope that you will never be able to return to Japan on your home planet again. But what I regret more than anything is how I once loved her when she was just a student.

I loved you from the bottom of my heart, no lies, no lies. Even now and then, enough to dream about.

Even though it was merely an accident, it was unfortunate that she suddenly disappeared without any foretaste from before her.

Yes, the regret I had the first time I woke up in this other world, it made her cry, keeps tickling deep down in my heart even at this age, which is already past fifty.

So I decided to write. While I knew I could never buy it, still, maybe another Gentile who read this will tell her.

A woman who was my, my beloved lover. Her name is - Mana Kurono.