Kuro no Maou

"... damn"

Nero had a vice he didn't know how many times it would be anymore as he was hit by heavy rain that suddenly began to fall after the sun set.

Now what is your ass against? A changeable autumn sky or a glorious red cloak wet and heavily weighed by rain? Everything was unpleasant.

(I... what are you doing...)

I don't feel like putting my face on Nell again, nor do I feel like going back to the men's dorm. But it's also not particularly interesting to be walking astray through the city of Sparda for no purpose.

Disgruntled, dissatisfied - no, what we are recruiting in Nero's chest is the rage of nowhere to go.

Broken heart Nell. It made me realize, even if I didn't like it, that I don't have one thing I can do for my precious, more precious sister than anyone else.

Anger at helpless self. And anger at the culprit who drove my sister crazy.

Now neither, I can solve it. I can't even solve it, mind problems.

Think of it, it is the second time in your life that you are bothered by your thoughts in such an unsatisfactory way.

I don't know how I got back on my feet then - I gave up, no, I cut myself loose. That stuff, from the start, I don't need it.

That's why the experience didn't help at all. Because as a brother, as a prince, and above all, as one proud man, you can never do it, such as abandon Nell as "unnecessary".

(I'm Kai's idiot too, should I have plugged the duel... no, I'm seriously going to kill you...)

I just killed him, and nothing changes anyway, I can't change it. There's no point in hitting eight. If Nell ever laughs at me again, he'll be fine.

"Nero Julius Ellord, right?

To the voice of a man who inadvertently calls his name, Nero's consciousness returned from the loop of thought to the real world.

The first thing that caught my eye when I raised my gaze was the black stone slab sitting against a dark cloudy weather and the pale white light ancient letters dancing there.

It is the monument (Obelisk), the beginning of history (Zero Chronicle), engraved with the text of the ancient demon king, the greatest self in the history of Pandora, praising his ancestors.

Apparently, I was walking in a square near the seminary right now.

"Sorry, you're wrong."

I don't know who it is, but I'm not in the mood for forgiveness that I can make it work right now.

"... right"

Without even paying attention to the flat man's twinkle or anything, Nero kept walking straight - he tried, but his foot stops once he takes a step.

Nero looked back after a beat as he stepped on the thin, water-filled cobblestone with the loafer's stiff sole.

"Oh, my God, who is it?

Nero was the one who inspired Russia to kill and exposed his strong vigilance. I don't have my hands on a love knife pattern that lowers to my hips, but depending on how they come out, I pay just enough attention to be stuck between moments.

against the man. Nero, who turned around, finally saw this man properly.

In a grey robe with a deep hood and a bad look on his face. Even over thick robes can somehow be guessed that there is also an upper back and the flesh is more forged than that.

But that's not the only outfit that stands out. If you're confused by the Sparda crowd, you won't catch anyone's attention first.

This terribly plain looking man hasn't unleashed any killing or hostility as opposed to Nero. Of course, he hasn't made any suspicious movements, even signs of magical activation. Just sitting quietly on the spot, hit by heavy rain.

"That's a lot of temperament paying (...). I wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't so smart."

There's nothing unusual about the gray man. However, an allusional and hypnotic junction was unfolding throughout this square that did not bring people to nature. Even Nero, who is sharply aware of the signs, managed to apply so much cover.

Inside such a juncture, the mere fact that he exists is enough evidence. It is clear that the killer with such a suspicious trick is a grey robe man.

Nero gazes at the possibility of having other companions, as well as the attack from the blind spot, while watching how the man goes out.

But as usual, the man remains defenseless and only quietly opens his mouth.

"I just want to hear one thing. Are you going to be the Demon King?

"... Huh?

A question without too much clapping. I don't think it's an alarming operation, but there's always no sign of an ambush.

More than a dozen seconds of silence that only the sound of rain sounds. Finally Nero answers.

"You could be the king of Avalon, but you can't just be the demon king. Never."

It's a stupid question, but I clearly answer "no" to Nero. Normally, I would vaguely kick "know," but only to this question, if I didn't deny it, would Pride not have allowed it.

"You, the direct line of Mia Ellord, the ancient demon king, will most likely be. Now it doesn't have to be that unwilling or that fate doesn't allow it - like me,"

"Just kidding - whoa!?

It was completely unconscious, a defense in reflexes.

If he noticed, Nero had pulled the 'Spiritual Knife "White King Cherry Blossom" out of his hips and was receiving an impending blunt blade.

"Not a bad reaction."

Somewhere dignified, as if it were a painting ordinance. The nuance that Nero most hates as a word that can be directed at him, but now more than anger, pure amazement dominated the heart.

I couldn't see the movement of this suddenly cut man at all.

"Fuck, no!

Push the impending with force. No, the man just took a step back himself.

"Damn, it's a pain in the ass. I don't know where the organization hit the assassin, but don't think you can take my neck. And don't even think you'll make it home alive."

Nero observes the opponent without alarm, whilst tapping the appropriate light mouth of his mind.

After all, there is no change in the way a man looks or the atmosphere when it comes to this. Except for the fact that you have a wielding long sword, completely unclear when you pulled it out and where you hid it.

The sword is also a mass-produced product that, from what I have seen, is out in Sparda. Magic addition (enchant) is hard to say that even materials are of good quality steel.

Even so, this man met with the lowest grade sword, the magical sword of the national treasure wielded by the rank 5 adventurer Nero, on a par, albeit just one.

Nero's sharp intuition sounds the alarm with all his might. He said he was stronger than me.

But at the same time, I think so.

(As much as the experience of defeating a superior opponent, it must be decided!

- The flash of an instant.

The martial arts for ranged attacks, unleashed on regular horizontal and not beating vertical twigs, deeply engrave the cobblestone of the square. But that's all.

(Shit, I totally cut it off)

The man has succeeded in dodging just half a step, slipping to the right. Rather than evading, it was a spare move, as if he had known in advance that the attack would fly to the place.

Nero's thoughts are correct. Because this is not an instant cut, but a complete cut.

(This move isn't just a sharp intuition. You know all about my behavior, you mean you can ‘read’ like a war witch (Baba)... damn, seriously, this is a hassle for him)

Where the sense of crisis has risen another step, the man who showed his spare avoidance begins to move again.

Its a powerful step in, a gap free setup, an attack motion that I can only think of as a very first-rate swordsman - but I can see it.

(You're licking me, you're a little out of hand, you piece of shit!

If you move seriously, you are the man who should be able to move beyond even the moving vision and intuition predictions of Nero, who started concentrating. I found out about that in the first shot.

But for those inferior in strength, this kind of opponent's alarm is the most effective chance to beat him in character.

And Nero isn't sweet enough to miss that perfect opportunity, and now we can't afford that.

"Flash!"

What Nero chose as his interception move was the most basic martial arts, "Flash (Slash)".

I never added or subtracted myself to suit a man's cluelessness.

foundation, but therefore its user-friendliness is outstanding and versatile. There is nothing wrong with that activation, even with just one right hand.

One-on-one battles are not determined by fire alone. If you have enough power to kill them, you have enough power.

Nero's "flash", a unique improvement to the weapon and duplicitous style of knife, has just the sharpness to be able to kill a man who must at least be of a race called man.

(But it doesn't make sense if you don't hit it -)

A single hit Special Enough "Flash" is once again avoided without difficulty by a man who is completely out of sight of the attack.

The white blade, wielded by the horizontal giraffe, passes a centimeter above the vain, gray hood.

Nero, who has now emptied his martial arts, will look full of gaps to this man. It's no different from the perfect prey, the practice puppet.

The right hand holding the sword, the proud weapon, has already stretched and the left hand is completely empty.

With one hand's bare hands, the move to take the opponent's slaughter is also in old-fashioned jujitsu, but I don't think it works for this man who shows a definite difference in strength.

I ran out of measures - it was Nero's measures that made the man think so.

Nero's serial strike, the second shot, was unleashed before the man's wielded long sword blade moved.

"- Run," Thunder. "

Activated by Nero's original magic (original), Sacred Sword (Blade Skill). The golden magic formation that rises on the back of your left hand tells you more of an attribute to express than this.

That is, thunder. Fast Attribute. No matter, it also has the fastest activation speed.

Nero's shining left hand was sharply poked, as well as a raging lightning blade (force edge) appeared.

"Purple bulge scatter!

Martial arts dedicated to 'thunder' rolled out, the basic motion is' thrust '. A posture that slightly reverses your torso and releases at zero distance.

Just that is an intense Nero poke that pierces the rock, but the martial arts with the blade of thunder have more amazing effects than that.

It was only at the moment of its emergence that it was the same body as a knife with slight opposition to a single blade, but with the activation of martial arts it changes its shape. No, that could be more appropriate like a blast, or something.

It's like Charlotte's Thunderstorm Electric (Line Force Blast), where purple blades fly all at once and thunder strikes out everything on the front.

Yes, that's more of a move to be called Range Attack Magic in the Short Range than 'poking' really.

If you cover all the space, no matter how you perceive the attack, there is no gap to avoid.

(Still, you avoid it!

The only escape left for the man, it's in front of Nero, who unleashes martial arts. inner, zero distance than the protruding left hand.

Responding to Nero's expectations, the man took a deep step without cowering at the thunderbolt unleashed, and let him escape brilliantly to the safety zone.

No matter how powerful he was, it would have been difficult to avoid super while maintaining an offensive posture. The already shaken erection had collapsed, and he had stuck it in such a position that it would fall to Nero's left.

Nero was removed from the "flash" of his first blow and scratched the "purple clash scatter" of his pursuit. By contrast, a man who's crushed his chances of attack and is on the verge of losing his posture.

Which is a more gap situation.

At least in reality, a man was hitting the next hand first.

"-!"

Nero's left hand holding 'The Thunder', the man was grabbing that wrist.

Already, the man is not holding the sword. It is clear that in this super melee that we can reach each other, it is a useless long object.

He abandoned his sword and chose to fight with martial arts at this moment.

(That's what's coming, no, I thought you'd get this far!

Miscellaneous fish would have died in a 'flash'. If you're a skilled person, use "Purple Splash." But if you are more powerful than that, scratch the two dead lines, and when you reach yourself - yes, Nero has been reading from the beginning.

"Got it!

The hand of the man who grabbed his left wrist, which, furthermore, Nero's right hand was grabbing.

The "Spiritual Knife" White King Cherry Blossom ", which should have been on his right hand, is letting go at the same time as he rolls out" Purple Clash Scatter ". The result is that the man and Nero were throwing away their swords at exactly the same time.

And now, this is the true chance Nero has been waiting for.

"Monotype/Flush!

The deciding factor was ancient jujitsu. A basic move that controls the opponent's power and turns that momentum into its own attack in reverse. No matter, this, like a flash, boasts powerful and versatile performance. It can therefore be foundational.

The flow of power emanating from a man's hand - from that feeling, it can be inferred that he wants to drag Nero down at the mercy of power.

Classic for enemy behavior that has been grabbed. But the arm power spent on that simple motion is comparable to that of the power idiot Kai. The strength of a man to glimpse incredible specs, even in pure physical ability, is still bottomless.

Still, no matter how powerful, you can never fathom the ancient magical logic of Jujitsu, which the ancient demon king boasts.

This move is not just a martial art of "gently controlling rigidity". Pure power, physical kinetic energy in one body. Extremely mastery, then even more - yes, "martial arts" with vector manipulation of energy using magic.

After efficiently dissipating the opponent's power, further magical energy control enables a powerful counterattack that cannot be achieved by the laws of physics alone.

Like even that giant-prouding Rank 5 adventurer's rampage will be lightly blown away with just one hand.

Compared to the Gustav blow he received in the Adventurer's Guild in the village of Ischia, the power of this man does not sum either.

The power of Nero is enough for you. Activation can't be a success, a mistake, etc.

In the next moment, the man's body is slapped hard with the momentum to smash wet cobblestones into the rain - it should have been.

"- Binotype/Return"

(What? What did he say now?)

At that time, Nero couldn't understand what had happened to him. No. It would be more appropriate to say "incredible".

Because the kinetic energy that should have flowed through them all flipped simultaneously at that moment. Yes, towards yourself.

"- Ha!?

The impermanent reality only reflects what is but remains of Nero.

It was not the man, but himself, who was slapped into a hard cobblestone.

At first glance, the man just seems to have thrown Nero to the ground at the mercy of his strength.

Dress hard on the back so you can be surrounded by the proven red cape of the executive candidate. The area hit is deeply submerged, and its surroundings are shallow and snaggy.

Dust smoke spraying up in impact on vacillated and smashed cobblestones. But there is one shadow thrusting through that smokescreen with tremendous momentum.

Needless to say, it is Nero's body.

It didn't just end with being slapped on the ground. How devastating was Nero's body in there, he bounced big and blew it up even further as it was.

It was not the gray cobblestone again - but the pitch-black tablet - that greeted that body dancing lightly through the universe.

It was this huge obelisk of ten meters by three meters that took Nero's body as cold as the hand of the demon king before he began to fall free, trapped in the throes of gravity.

"... gu... ha..."

Nero nods before the ancient relic 'Beginning of History (Zero Chronicle)', which sits tightly everywhere, can only leak the exhalation of pain.

What irony would it be that its distant descendants would crawl unnecessarily in front of a monument glorifying the Demon King?

"Martial arts, magic, and physical arts are among them. Such a young man is a big deal."

The man's voice came to his ears only blurred, but the words were too 'disgusting’ to reverse Nero's nerves.

(Damn... look down...)

Blurred vision shows a man walking over here slowly.

I don't pick up the sword and remain unarmed, but still, this man shouldn't think it would be as easy as stabbing a todome in a fallen opponent even with his bare hands.

More than fear, anger prevails. But it was also true that it was not shallow enough to stand up with emotions alone.

"But you didn't use protection from the beginning because you were young and unconscious. When it comes to being the highest ranked adventurer, you have -"

"... no, no, no"

But an inadvertent word of a man touches Nero's scales.

Abominable memory flashing back in the brain. When I was a kid, I just admired myself for the legendary Demon King. At the end of that endeavor, unaware of pain, humiliation and inaction.

If you remember that, this time, your body moves with burning anger. The spirit overtakes the flesh.

"Just kidding! Who depends on God!!

"- Fine, now you can count on it."

At that moment when Nero dared to stand up, there was an overlapping dialogue of missing denials between them. It's like a kid made a prank - no, the voice does feel high and soft that only seems to belong to the kid.

"Become, who..."

The direction in which the voice sounded, i.e. at the end of his gaze looking back behind him, was not without anticipation, and he did have one child. But Nero's red eyes open to amazement.

Because the child came out of the black stone version of The Beginning of History (Zero Chronicle).

Seen with caution, the white lettering, more invariable than the ancients engraved on the obelisk, had at some point changed its brilliance to a crimson hue. Furthermore, it is noticed that even that sequence has changed dramatically.

That's right, Magic Formation. A circular array composed of ancient letters as bright as blood is depicted using a huge pitch-black campus full of eyes.

From the center of the magic formation, the child stood down in a piong directly beside Nero, naturally passing through the pitch-black tablet like a ghost, leaking a small hanging voice of "good shock".

"A real brave man comes out here like this, so I can't help it. Only this time, is it special?

The mysterious child says off looking down at Nero with an unusual look.

Sarah and flowing dark hair, crisp circular red eyes. I don't even recognize that poor look at a young age. What the child is wearing is a men's uniform from seminary, but I still don't have any memories of seeing him as a student.

However, I immediately realized that it was something that I should not have. I noticed.

"Dark-haired red eyes...... no way!?

"No way, what... I'm sorry, just like my sister Nell, I'll have you forget about it. From here on out, people shouldn't step in, because it's God's realm -"

From the demonically shaking crimson eyes, Nero becomes blind. Against my will, so that I may be sucked in. In the next moment, even consciousness changes itself. From "Don't Look" to "Don't Look". Overwhelming compulsion. Absolute obedience.

But that might be natural, too. If you find out who this little kid is, too big - and no more, Nero can't stay clearly conscious.

"Damn... what is that... wack, I don't know..."

In a rapidly distant consciousness, Nero could only look at the sight of a gray man without a name and a black child without a name.