Kuro no Maou

In retrospect, Simon never had a party.

When I first registered as an adventurer to earn my tuition, I tried to party to the standard, but in the end I couldn't. You can't use swords or magic, you can't need anywhere, such as a weak member of the research class called Alchemist.

Nature, solo. From the beginning, I'm not looking to increase my rank, so I'll just loop through the rank 1 herb collection quest extensively. But there's nothing inconvenient about Simon.

Even when I met Chrono at the Adventurer's Guild in Alsace Village, I do remember him returning after collecting herbs. Then it begins, the Battle of Alsace in Hell. And these days, the Ischian battle of nightmares. Both fights didn't mean that allies existed around them, but they were partying. I was just acting as a group temporarily.

And when the battle was over, we went back to our easy-going solo - we were supposed to go back, but within some uncertainty, Simon had a partner.

"Hey, nice day, great quest day."

A light word reaches Simon's elf ear as if he enjoys hiking in a deep green forest full of bright leaking days.

"Well..."

I look up to the Lord of voices walking right next door as I give them an unobstructed response.

Even with the lower half of her face covered with a vale, a woman whose eyes alone give a hunch of the beauty of extinction. Simon knows so much that he doesn't like the fact that a light pure white robe covering his entire body, but underneath it is hidden a rich flesh full of adult colorful incense, dressed in a radically designed dancer costume.

Sophie, this dark elf woman who only names herself, is who this time became Simon's partner.

(... how could you do this)

Thinking back was just a month ago. It was then that I finally returned from my sister's mansion to a dilapidated dorm that I was completely accustomed to living in.

"Welcome back, Simon. This man will be your partner today, Mr. Sophie."

And Lily greeted me with a grinning smile, and suddenly, I was pressed into this mysterious dark elf.

"Simon's going to try and shoot himself in action as he develops his gun, right? But I'm anxious to let you go to the dungeon alone, and we can't take care of ourselves because we have a quest. That's why I've decided to entrust your escort to someone I trust."

I understand the logic. But it's too sudden.

It's as abrupt as if the escorts were posterior, assuming that they appreciate this man to themselves.

"That's what I'm talking about, so please do me a favor, Simon"

"Oh, yeah..."

But it was also true that I couldn't say no to "I don't want it".

"I can assure you of her identity and strength, although I will not reveal her identity because of her death. So don't worry, go and try and shoot."

Lily said it unilaterally without any doubt, and then just...

"Really? Well, take your time."

and the beginning and end of being lightly abandoned by Chrono, who came later.

Simon, who can only leave himself to the stream anymore, has thus finally come to the dungeon with a suspicious sister named Sophie.

There's more to the anxiety than you can count, but Simon made up his mind to serve only the original purpose, even more than he still has come this far.

"Hmmm...... let's make it around here"

At the end of Simon's gaze, who stopped his leg, was a small river.

This is called the 'Great Forest of Latifundia', commonly known as the Forest of Lati, and is a classic dungeon for the adventurers of Sparda. Danger is classified as Rank 4, but only shallow parts of the forest are inhabited by low-ranking monsters such as slime and goblins, a suitable field for beginner adventurers to work on. Simon has also visited alone before. Regardless, with herb collection.

"Mr. Sophie, you know exactly why I came to the dungeon without taking any quests, don't you?

Simon speaks when he comes to the banks of a river with a stare on it.

Sophie insults this one as a child, a somewhat familiar attitude, but I don't feel malicious. This is a friendly place, and it's best if you cooperate.

"Oh, of course, it's a performance experiment for a weapon like 'machine gun', right?

Truth is, machine gun development has been going on in parallel with rifles since shortly after returning from Alsace. It was the rifle that took shape first, but this time we learned Ischia's lesson and finished the machine gun with the highest priority.

Most importantly, at this stage, we can hesitate to call it prototype. After all, I'm not convinced for Simon that the key institutional part of firing a bullet in a row is still a magical surgical request.

Now it's just a magic wand. Still, priority was given to creating the first cloak that could be used now.

"Yes. So, it's this machine gun..."

While explaining, turning back the usual spatial magic (dimensional) pouch, the gobble and the chunks of steel fall zero over the meadow. Regardless, these are not just crap, they are machine gun parts.

"As you can see, it is not a weapon the size of which an individual can carry. Essentially, it might be more appropriate to say a weapon to be installed and used on the ground, on the walls, etc."

"I see, is it like a barista"

Finally, all parts are aligned as you pull out the huge barrel of guns as a cheat. Quickly Simon starts assembling on the spot.

Let's start with the tripod that serves as a pedestal. I didn't consider moving, so I didn't have a wheeled trolley as I did in Alsace.

"I have to wait here to try and shoot a monster opponent -"

"Leave it to me, do you think I should attract it appropriately?

It's quick and helpful. Boulder, you mean the person that Lily just pushes? Simon has one more expectation for her.

"It's a little dangerous, but if it's possible, please"

"Rank 2 monsters would be exquisite around here, nothing dangerous. Well, I'll be there."

That's what I left behind, and Sophie left like a disease. It is a bounce down a stream flowing in front of you.

I heard of it as a sorcerer class, but it is honestly surprising that it will also show all that physical ability. Whether it's martial arts or enhanced magic (boost), or vegan abilities, Simon doesn't know the secret to her big leap, but he still understands that it's purely awesome.

If this is the case, pull the monster well to the kill zone on the other shore. This is it. It is the same as the village of Alsace that shoots the river against the wall in an open river plain.

"Okay, we have to put it together fast"

That way, while I struggle to lift the heavy parts, I finish the machine gun without going through enough.

The appearance is similar to that manufactured in the village of Alsace. What an inappropriate shape just a long barrel pops out of a rectangular box. Frankly, it's bad. Of course Chrono, who has seen the real thing, even Simon, the producer, understandably finds this dull as a weapon.

Still, I'm pretty sure this has evolved more exceptionally than the Alsace Rapid Works.

The basic structure of this is the Gatling gun, the type that Chrono called it. I had also decided in discussions with Leggin that the new equipment dedicated to Chrono, made from Gleedgore material, would also be a gatoring gun, but this of Simon had a structure close to what existed in the unmagical otherworlds of Earth in the true sense.

To be precise, it is the initial structure of the Gatling Gun in the history of the Earth, turning the crank with manpower, feeding bullets, loading and firing.

The decisive difference is that it is not by gunpowder that the bullet is fired, but by the magic of the fire attribute incorporated inside.

A belted bullet is just a chunk of lead that is not packed with explosives, and this is fired as it is, and there is no process called drainage pods.

Therefore, there are advantages of not blocking bullets, but relying on the firing mechanism for magic was also an extra disadvantage to compensate for.

Simon can't use magic, which means he doesn't have magic. To activate the internal magic firing mechanism, you will need a separate part to provide magic, no, magic equipment.

As for things, it is simply a low-grade product that has been processed with just a few demonic stones of the fire attribute, but it is fatally expensive to mass produce. Furthermore, if the magic supply from this item is exhausted, the machine gun will not be able to be fired. Even with the bullets left.

Guns don't make sense unless you turn them into weapons that even ordinary people who can't use magic like Simon can handle. In the future, all sorcery ceremonies must be exhausted and finished.

Seeing the true completion of the machine gun is still going to take some time - but now is the time to try what you can do, Simon changed his mind and grabbed the crank of the machine gun he assembled.

"Okay, let's check the operation first."

First try shot. Nothing is targeted, simply see if the bullet is fired.

The new crank, which also refers firmly to grease, was smoothly rotated even by the thin arm of the powerless Simon.

The barrel starts making noises with the clatter and, at the same time, the bullet belt gets caught inside.

Dry shooting sounds that echo. An orange muzzle flash that blinks violently.

"Yay! It worked right!

Theoretically, we can achieve a continuous firing rate of two hundred rounds per minute, but with this short actual firing alone, we can't judge that accurately. In the meantime, now that it's working safely, it's enough.

By the way, the barrel of the Gatling Gun has the effect of dispersing the heating caused by the firing of bullets as much as it does for a fraction of six pieces. Because it's a structure that spins multiple shells and releases bullets in sequence. The natural result, however, is an important effect.

Actually, when I saw Chrono's painting, I fired a bullet from six shells at the same time, and it was amazing, but I kept it to myself.

"This will make it easier to clean up ten or twenty goblins and slimes"

In a trigger-happy mood, Simon waited for Sophie to return, looking forward to letting her go in motion.

About thirty minutes to wait like that. Gasari, and Sofi jumps out of the bush making noises. Misunderstood and fired, how dare you?

Most importantly, if someone as powerful as Sophie could shoot a gun at zero distance, it would be prevented without difficulty, in case Lily said confidently.

"Please wait. It's not a big number, but I think it's enough to try and shoot."

Sophie, who decided to make another big leap from across the river and came right back next to herself putting up a machine gun if she noticed, whispers so in her ear. The distance is close.

"Thank you," Simon thanked him for now, as he felt something zombie on his spine.

With that said, the consciousness is still directed at monsters trying to jump out to the river plains. I can't see him, but several tall voices like Keeky and Monkey, the goblin intimidation, echoed from the forest ahead.

Not a big number, Sophie said, but that would probably be humble. Because their voices have become a great chorus of ten or twenty bodies, no matter what they think.

"Um, Mr. Sophie...... how many goblins are there?

Simon asked honestly as he felt his hand gripping the crank twitching and damp with sweat.

"Um, maybe a hundred"

Fortunately, we found the nest right around the corner - the words of explanation didn't get into Simon's ear anymore.

"Wow, here we are!?

A goblin leaps to the river plain beyond counting at a glance, screaming at the deafening oddities.

To the number of enemies that clearly exceeded his expectations, Simon reflexively turned the crank full of power.

The new weapon, carefully crafted by genius alchemists and skilled blacksmiths, spits out the lead balls of Alankari, as the performance hidden there. True, shooting (Gatling Burst).

"Wow! Many! Too many, Mr. Sophie!!

"Ha ha, I'm glad you're happy"

"I'm feeling life-threatening!

Screaming, Simon masterfully manipulates a fire spraying machine gun and does not allow the goblin to approach.

Again, just like in the village of Alsace, the enemy is taken by the river and can't immediately pack the distance this far. Besides, the movement is dull.

As planned, they become good, but in any case they are numerous.

If the recoil of the shooting had been only a little stronger, Simon's slender arms would have left the controls ineffective and created a major breakdown in the barrage.

Even at this moment, when machine guns will demonstrate their ability to spec, it is likely that the goblins, who leave it to numbers to push, will cross this little river.

As far as the five bodies are concerned, even if they are approached, they can begin with a prototype rifle that has been left standing by just in case.

But in front of this number, if we can get through the whole thing, the last, successive groups will land and the siege will be wiped out in no time (Full Bocco).

"Shit, no more, I can't -"

Goblins bravely and resolutely dare to make a frontal assault, falling flabby as they are shot by the rain of precisely pouring lead balls. With the blood and guts that are scattered, instantly the water surface of the creek stains red.

There are no hard scales or crusts, and goblins that merely put together crude fur or thin dirty cloth have no help preventing lead balls from being ejected at high speeds. If a large-calibre bullet hits somewhere in your body, it's just incapable of combat. Blood loss if you fall on the ground, drowning if you fall on the river. Death can never be spared.

Unilateral genocide. But the fruit, Simon's slight misfiring, immediately turns the situation upside down, a sweeping, limiting attack.

"Come on, Simon, we're almost there"

"I can't, I really can't, ahhh... ahhh!!

This place, where gunfire, terminal demons and screams and warm cheers echoed, was truly a training ground.

"Ha... ha... I did... I managed to do it..."

I don't remember how I got through this myself anymore, but Simon finally cut off the goblin assault. The last one is turning into hiccups only two meters away from the muzzle.

Whatever it was, the performance of the machine gun proved to be no more. Outcomes above expectations.

But it is.

"Mr. Sophie! You're collecting too much of anything!

As Simon, who was a dying thought, I couldn't help but say. Finally, I've just dived through the dead line and I'm also a little high. Complaints take precedence over reluctance.

"I'm bragging about new weapons, so I thought I'd kick a hundred or two of the goblins lightly."

"Only a Rank 5 Adventurer can easily deal with that number!

Whether it's a goblin that can be called synonymous with miscellaneous fish monsters, or if hundreds of them strike in unison, even rank four adventurers, alone (solo) can be a lot of work.

"Really? You've done a wonderful job of annihilating me."

"If there were more, he'd be dead!

"It's okay, I'll protect you."

I say it with some confidence, but I haven't clearly seen the strength of the heart yet, so there's no way I can honestly feel safe or anything like that.

"Ha... for now, I've worked it out, that's enough"

Giving up and compromising is one of the important elements in a relationship. In that sense, Simon was one adult.

Complaints flourish all the way down your throat, and with even a positive feeling in your chest that you can fill the difference in consciousness in your upcoming relationship, you move on to the next action you should take.

Turning a hundred goblins into corpses fills the area with the smell of blood. It's only a matter of time before windows and other sharp smelling carnivorous monsters show up.

There are still a few machine gun bullets left. It's a corner, so I want to use it until I shoot it all up. But the problem here is the overheating of the barrel.

The barrel was completely red-heated by the fact that it exhibited the same continuous firing power as the performance it could hold. No matter how much it can be dispersed in a six-column shell, there are limits.

However, the barrel of this prototype Gatling Gun is made by a composite metal (Union Metal) made from Gleedgore sand iron earned by Chrono. Proud of its staggering stubbornness from the Alsace Battle's Rapid Machine Gun, it nevertheless needed to be cooled down in a timely manner so that it was not distorted at all by heat to continue to perform steadily, to be used for a long time.

Most importantly, we don't even have an efficient barrel cooling system at the moment. Naturally, I decided to rely on my magician partner here.

"Mr. Sophie said you were good at ice magic."

"Yeah, the other attributes are like ten people, but I can tell you that only ice is confident and good at it. Advanced, of course, knitted some original magic (original)."

Braiding original magic (original) to go beyond the advanced of modern magic (model) is a well-known condition recognized as a leading magician. Because, naturally, if we can develop a surgical formula that is more in line with our own magical properties, it can be more effective than the modern magic (model) surgical formula that fits into the mould. Regardless, because it is not so easy to develop the original, it is because it is first-rate.

Anyway, if Sophie's words are true, if her skill as a magician says she has mastered more than one original magic (Ozirinal), it would not be an exaggeration to call it superior.

If you give me the beauty of a dark elf with the original magic (original) use of ice attributes, many of Simon's, no, Spartans will think of a certain rank five adventurer.

"That's amazing, it's like Sophia from The Snowstorm Battle Maiden (Valkyrie Blizzard)"

Like, or socky. Name and appearance. Well, it's all the more so now that I know myself as chairman of the seminary board.

"... in person, isn't it?

At this time, I asked thoughtfully.

"No way, you'd see this face, wouldn't you?

"No, your face is hidden with magic equipment."

I can't use magic, but I have knowledge, Simon. I suspect that her Facevale is one dish that has a perceived inhibitory effect. You should be seeing your face, but for some reason it is not well remembered - that strange feeling is the hallmark of the magical effect of not making the seer aware of accurate information.

"I won't reveal my face because of it. But from other races, all Dark Elf women look the same, and the name Sophie is common."

"That's right. He's the president of the seminary, and he's not supposed to be hanging out with me."

"Well, the president's busy with something, so it's tough."

I remember a faint hook in the narrative as if I had been through it, but now I have every favor to prioritize over those final things.

"Uh, so, I'd like Sophie, who's good at ice magic, to cool down this barrel a little bit."

Regrettably, magic is omnipotent. No matter how efficient the cooling system comes up with the structure, the sorcerers do it without doing so as if they were laughing at the hardship.

I'm not jealous, but I'll leave it now. Things that can be used are also used in the hands of cats, the rational thinking of alchemists.

"Can you please?

"Of course, cheap."

With a colorful grin over the vail of disillusionment, Sophie's brown fine fingers stretch unconstitutionally into a red-hot six-column barrel.

"If you touch it like that, it's dangerous."

Boshu, and a fierce evaporating sound lifted Simon's warning. White vapor can get into Russia.

No matter how skilled the magician is, he is not sane shabbat such as touching metal parts with bare hands and high heat. I don't know how confident you are, but the next moment there will be a scream of Sophie ripping silk - Baggy!

"... Huh?

Instead of the expected scream, I heard something very unpleasant.

At that time, the clouds of steam cleared up beautifully by a gust of wind that blew out. And there was a tragedy.

"It's broken!?

The barrel was broken. That's two brilliant truths already, bucky. Its barrel, which exposes itself to the aftermath of unbroken destruction, was covered with clear crystal-like ice.

A chunk of ice with iron chips inside. It is like an avant-garde work of art that is never appreciated by the public. I mean, it was just crap.

"Sorry, I seem to have cooled down too much"

Most people know that phenomena such as rapidly freezing objects of high heat, or vice versa, cracking and crushing things, even if they are not alchemists familiar with physics and chemistry. Anyone is familiar with familiar failures such as pouring hot tea into a glass cup and breaking it.

But Sophie would be the first person in this world to have broken a steel barrel by cooling too rapidly.

"No way, I didn't think it would break so easily..."

Simon is the same person who thought it would break easily. Even though it's not just steel, it's a special alloy made of material from a rank 5 monster, I don't expect this to break lightly either. I asked Sophie to cool it down magically because I thought it would be okay to cool it down a little bit.

And this is so.

The power of the incredible ice attributes she possesses proved, but it cannot be said that "boulders are amazing magicians who can also use the original magic (original) of ice". I can't even tell you.

It was already the limit of patience.

"..."

All I can tell Simon is one statement of determination.

"What?

Ask Simon, where Sophie leans down, like, terrified.

"... no more, I'm breaking up the party"

It was this thirty seconds later that Sophie put an apology in the tearful declaration of dissolution with a serious cry.