Kuro no Maou

"Ho, really, this is good, isn't it, Mr. Lily..."

Start monitoring Mr. Chrono's date with the receptionist, thirty minutes. My heart breaks fast.

"Hey, Chrono, I don't know about this."

"Hmm, this, right -"

Close, hey, my face is close. If you have Mr. Chrono's eyesight, you don't have to look so close to him to see it at his leisure - hey, hey, receptionist there, don't lean subtly on your body. I'll jump. I'll buzz you with advanced attack magic.

"Really, now... so..."

However, I, with steel reason, will put up with spraying fire on 'Spitfire'. Instead of short canes (wands), you take sweets and elevate the urge to kill to appetite.

Mog bread with black cream that "ampoules" this rune namesake, gokugoku fresh milk that squeezes. Oh, delicious… the unique sweetness of the ampoule is enhanced by the mellowness of the milk. True, food and drink combo attacks. My waggy Rank 5 stomach is also roaring to Kaishin's blow. Goo.

That's how I regained my calm, and I observe the two of you again.

Currently, Mr. Chrono and the receptionist are shopping in a sinister stone stationery store that is built next to a sparkling, flashy accessory store that is likely to be preferred by any light-headed woman - for a sense of life.

I am arranging next to a stall selling Rune treats, including Ampan, which is open just across the street to ensure a perfect supply line.

"Ampan, two"

"Lady, you're full of good eating! Yes, 420 clans. This milk is Ozzie's service!

"Thank you"

From the excellent Heavy Soldiers, who also operate in this snowy winter city of Sparda, we receive supplies and dedicate ourselves to monitoring missions.

It's me watching the glassy store grandiously from the surface, but the disguise is perfect. Sacrifice to Avalon - It is equipped with eyeglasses that change the color of the eyes and Katyusha that changes the color of the hair, which I used when I went to train. Even the outfit has already changed to a common seminary uniform in Sparda, and the outfit has changed a bit.

Specifically, the skirt is longer than usual. Usually wrapped a little at the waist, subtly hemmed up to appeal to sexy feet, is. Well, I'm not sure as to the effect because it's a take-out for my sister in the store who bought the uniform.

Anyway, if you're plain eyed schoolgirl style disguise with knee-length skirts on these black edge glasses, you won't be noticed by Mr. Chrono. The brown cape, which is woven as a cold suit, was also appropriately bought for being thrown and sold around there under the title Winter Sale, and I'm pretty sure Mr. Chrono doesn't recognize me at all now. Again, it's a perfect disguise.

"- Wouldn't that be better this way?

"Ugh, it's good for sure, but maybe this is a little out of hand price on the boulder..."

Such a bitter laughing receptionist is apparently looking for a fountain pen to use at work. If you work at headquarters in Boulder, you can't always use a feather pen or something.

This brush (pen), which therefore bears the name of 10,000 years, can continue to be used all the time if ink is exchanged, a luxury stationery that cannot be reached by ordinary people as soon as possible. Most importantly, ordinary people won't need a pen that can be used semi-permanently.

Even if it's an off-the-shelf product that's not made to order, it would be a tough amount to buy with Pong at a newbie receptionist such as a few years still working for the guild. The orthodox design fountain pen, recommended by Mr. Chrono and with goldsmiths in black, says it's a price like just over Klan 80,000.

By the way, my fountain pen is Klan 530,000. In order to write magic formations and scrolls (scrolls), witches are asked for a dish with a variety of magical effects, and therefore are priced at the same price as high-grade weapons.

Recently, though, there was only one place to be active when we wrote Gallic and Wide-Area Activated Magic formations on the walls to create a great fire dedicated to sacrificing every building in White Light Church.

"No, I'll buy it, never mind. I'll give it to you."

"What, no!? Fine!?

After I said it, you regretted giving me a humble reply, and the receptionist hastily started making excuses "because it's so bad". Very, very hard to hear.

"What's the matter, little lady, with such a sinister face? Could it have tasted strange?

"... no problem"

The more Uncle Ampan accidentally spoke up, the more he apparently appeared on his face. But I am by no means jealous of Mr. Chrono's giving gifts to women.

The sight of my words intact, cautioned "to be favored", at the fold of the First Element Master Emergency Conference, gives rise to unspeakable discomfort. Yes, to the ugliness of the vicious beast (Onna), who devours Mr. Chrono's favor as well.

"- Thank you, Mr. Chrono! I'll take care of it for the rest of my life!

"Just a fountain pen?

"I already said I meant it!

Oh, of words just on the upper side, what crap. Thank you? Take care of it for the rest of your life? Every woman who spoke the word lightly either threw away or burned those men's contributions (gifts) or put them into quality.

If Mr. Chrono's caged gift is enough to make it to such an end, break it. Tomorrow, at that moment I used it for my signature, you just have to smash it all over the wood end dust - but on the boulder, I don't even realize the curse of destroying the fountain pen with a pinpoint, either. So please, my demon god, Dear Black Witch Endymion, may that fountain pen break soon.

"- So it's time for lunch?

Oh, while I'm making a heartfelt curse prayer, Mr. Chrono is just finishing his accounting and trying to leave the store. If you can see your face nearby, just in case it's possible, move from the store entrance to the shadow of the building that will be a dead end early.

Even if you are blind, my ears will receive Mr. Chrono's comfortable voice and the receptionist's deafening yellow voice.

The magic of the wind, which gathers sounds widely, for eavesdropping, even if it is not a bandit class, is a popular one with a high crack and mastery rate if you are a solo adventurer. If you're going to dive in the dungeon alone, there are many ways to be on guard.

"Me, there's a store I've been wanting to go to for a while, okay?

"Oh, we'll hang out anywhere."

I, too, have a lot of shops I'd like to go to, okay? Will you hang out with me anywhere, in any number of cases?

"Good, the store has a reputation for being a sparda, but if you're not a couple, it's hard to get in."

"Oh... I don't know what to say, it's in a store like that, in Sparda,"

"Heh, Chrono, it was in your hometown, too? I mean, you're from Daedalus, right?

"Mm, oh well..."

I hope you don't ask me about root digging leaf digging. What an insensitive woman. Contempt and at the same time a little sense of superiority springs up.

Well, Mr. Chrono blurred. I'm not going to tell that receptionist the truth.

You don't know. But I know. To me, Mr. Chrono revealed it to me. A testament to trust. Fellow bonds. Not for me, not for you.

"I'm not like you."

With dark emotions of joy, the mind is filled.

I can't stay in the crowd and leave, and when my eyes are hot staring at Mr. Chrono's back chasing me, I can tell for myself.

I need to calm down a little. If you pay too much attention, Mr. Krono, who is sharp in his mind, will definitely notice.

Even blunt in his gaze of favor, he feels so acutely against things like killing and hostility that the magic of the enemy (search) becomes ridiculous.

Perhaps you should be sensitive to unclean gaze.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Chrono. I, the sight of the dream that Last Rose showed me, will never be forgotten. So whenever I see Mr. Chrono, I...

"Wow, you're really just a couple"

"Wouldn't it be a little hesitant to go in with women?"

Apparently, you've arrived at the store you're looking for.

At first glance, this upper compartment is a common little beautiful cafe. But it does make all the couples look prominent. Even though it is winter, there is a sweet peachy atmosphere just as we sing the spring of this world.

The secret is apparently that when you have a date lunch at this store, it's in jinx like love achieves or something. If you clear your ears, that's what you hear from the guest seats.

I see, image strategy, that's what it is.

Nevertheless, choosing a place like this means that your lower heart looks too clear. Mr. Krono, the boulder, was stunned by this blatant approach.

"Maybe these places, you didn't like it?

"I'm fine because I don't care. If Elina wants to come, I'll hang out."

Mr. Lilli, could I possibly be being tried by Mr. Chrono right now? Build some more patience, he said.

Believe Mr. Chrono, I'll shut up and watch the two of you go down - okay, if you say it's being tried, let's put up with it.

But if you don't think so, you want to blow it up right now. Everything.

Oh, please, until this date is over, neither 'Ainsbroom' nor 'Spitfire' will ever have...

If you noticed, it was dusk.

Sparda, like Japan, has a faster sunset in winter, but in view of that, time still felt to pass quickly.

That's all, I enjoyed my date with Elina.

"Then my dad said," If you want to hang out with my daughter, knock me out in a duel "! I can't believe all the boys in my class are shaking anymore."

In the past day, I've talked to her a lot. Even now, yes.

The topic now is about what happened at the school's Adult Celebration Party at the age of fifteen.

"A friend told me later. There were a couple of kids who were going to confess to me after the party, and Mi said they'd given up."

Then it would be harsh to say to a boy who just turned fifteen that he challenged Elina's dad to a duel that he was an elite knight belonging to the most powerful Spartan army and the prestigious first squad, Braveheart.

"That was a shame to say."

"Yeah, it's okay. My dad is definitely strong, and I'm so scared when I get angry, but people who freak out about it, because they can't be interested as heterosexuals"

Elina's man's hobby seems to have a lot of father influence.

Well, it also means that they talked to me so much that I even knew about this. Before Elina, who was a good talker, I was almost thorough listeners.

The situation where you tell me about her, but you don't reveal yourself, only makes me feel a little guilty. I haven't even told Elina that my hometown is another world called Japan.

"... you have a tough eye to see"

"Spartan girls, they all are."

The boulder is a raw Spartan. It respects strength everywhere. I guess that trend is stronger Elina, which makes it better for me, too.

... No, I'm aware of everything. This will make you better, rather than...

"Hey, Mr. Chrono. Do you recognize this place?

A tree-lined path with a slightly lonely landscape, lined with dead trees with white snow on their branches, instead of blue, bushy leaves. There are few people on the street. I can just see one or two walking figures in the distance.

"Oh, I remember you so well."

There is no shadow of it now, but the bright blue cherry blossoming blossoms will fill here, the moon of red flames in the middle of summer.

But rather than a beautiful scenic memory for me, I have a strong impression of shock, seeing a reunion with a fellow cursed and a witch who sees her mess for the first time.

Yes, this tree-lined path is where me and Fiona fought a man who suddenly emerged as a serial killer, possessed by a curse of bad eating.

"I'm so glad Elina wasn't hurt"

It was mere coincidence that Elina and Jote, the murderer, who were walking this path, encountered it. And it was just another coincidence that me and Fiona were there.

Whatever the history, I could have saved her life. You can thank God for that tour. Mia doesn't have the power to direct her fate, even if she knows it.

"Thank you, Mr. Chrono. The truth is, it's me..."

Elina's walking leg stops. I stopped, too, to line up next to her.

"I'm afraid I'm going down this road. Something terrible is coming out of the shadows of the trees."

"No, I didn't have to."

"But now, I'm not afraid. Chrono, you're here."

That's how Elina's face, smiling, was dazzling and beautiful. I am reminded once again that she is an elf-like fine beauty.

Empty eyes that can be pointed straight float a full sense of trust in me. I'm sure that's not my fault.

"... right"

"Yeah, it is."

Still, silence.

The sky lit red with a setting sunset, and I gazed blurry at the overlapping of my puking white breath.

I won't rush the conversation. I'll just be quiet, waiting for Elina to open her mouth.

"... you know, it was the first time I thought from the bottom of my heart. Oh, this guy said he'd protect me."

"I... just did what I could"

I wasn't ready for that. If I had stayed just a high school student, I couldn't have helped Elina. Because I had power, I was helped. It's just that.

"Chrono, maybe it wasn't a big deal for you. But for me... I've never been so thrilled."

Elina looks a little embarrassed and out of sight. Slight rounds. I'll be back soon.

"Being able to help a pinch of absolute destiny is a BETTER situation, isn't it? But you know, if it's a girl, it's something we all admire... like me, especially"

Self-derisively, a faint bitter laugh. Girl hobby, then I'm not going to make a fool of myself, there's no fine dust. Honestly cute, I think.

"I thought it was just a sweet fantasy that that wasn't possible. But he really showed up... protecting me, the ideal knight."

I'm sorry I'm a bloody man, using a curse weapon. I couldn't return such a joke. Her eyes, too serious.

So I have to ask. Without delusion, answer the words, thoughts, and answers from the front.

"So, you know, me, Chrono, about you..."