Kuro no Maou

Dark moon 6th, night. "Wing Road" returned to Sparda, where it was completely winter scenery surrounded by snow. The trip was quite hasty because of the crisis in the village of Asbel, but the return is a slow and affordable itinerary.

The silver wolf (Fenrir) possessed by the curse was strong. As a result, it can be dealt with with with in advance preparation and with the ability of the individual, and the crusade looks so successful without any noticeable injuries.

Still, it was where everyone in the membership admitted that he was dangerous enough to die instantly if he made a mistake. If Fenrir continues to have his original intelligence, even if he is crazy about the curse, the chances of total annihilation are all at once.

I fought a death battle with such a monster, so it's natural that I want to go slow on my way home.

But now is the time for Nell to want to hurry home.

(Crusaders... Chrono-kun did say)

That was in the village of Asbel, when I had a conversation with Krono back on the quest.

It's been a long time since we could talk alone and Nell was immersed in great happiness - it was still that evil fairy that got in the way.

Also, while his bowels boiled back, Nell was aiming to confirm that the Sparda royal wax had been pressed in the letter Lily had brought.

I couldn't read the boulder to its content, and I never had it shown to me, but still, the moment I saw this letter, I'm pretty sure Chrono's expression froze.

That was a truly leopard, a dramatic reaction not to be overstated.

"I'm sorry, Nell. I've got an emergency. See you."

That was all left to say unilaterally, and Chrono left like a disease. Asking what was going on, of course, there was no gap to even say goodbye and say goodbye.

Too abrupt a farewell. Before the princess of Avalon, there has never been a more rude exit. And it is the man with the strongest thoughts who made it happen.

Delicate Nell is shocked enough to cry and fall asleep for three days and three nights just like this - yes, about a month ago, if it was me when I finished the battle of Ischia.

(Krono-kun didn't avoid me. The more you avoided me, the harder things happened...... right?

Now Nell had just reason to calmly analyze Chrono's words and actions.

That's because, for one thing, I'm confident that he needs himself.

(Although I can only teach modern magic (models) now... I will try to be more, more useful to Chrono-kun!

With that in mind, Nell has been on a hard schedule to successively accomplish the Rank 5 quest of the past month. Yet, like a cleric challenging harsh trials to gain protection.

Yes, now Nell is not ready as before. It's not a soft spirit, like Lily falling asleep in shock just because she glanced at me.

('Cause Chrono-kun wants me)

On a rainy night, he came all the way to sneak into the girls' dorm to see me.

Both the gladiatorial tournament and the battle of Ischia thanked Nell for his help.

He asked me to continue teaching him magic.

I really can't if it's not Nell - yes, he told me.

(If Krono-kun wants me, I can work as hard as I want)

To date, I reflected that I had been lazy. He said he was just drowning in a comfortable relationship with Chrono alone.

That was when such a sweet situation was about to become commonplace, when the lovely fantasy was smashed to pieces by a fairy who appeared like an accidental blow. And the result is that Zama.

Still, I was able to recover thanks to an unparalleled chrono. I don't have time to cry. Chrono needs his own help. So put all your spirits into it to help. Keep trying to help. Strong, become.

(And now it's me... Chrono-kun's, best,)

Nell finally got to the starting line. Explore the Chrono, for a woman's battle.

I can't just take Krono's favor unilaterally anymore. Don't be a chick waiting for your parents to feed you.

From now on, we have to be able to win our own prey. Like a successful raptor.

I'm sure I can do that. Because he inherits the blood of the great white eagle, the heavenly champion of the Ethereal Dome.

"- So, what do we do with this emergency quest?

As Nell secretly had the heart of a rough hawk, Nero's still seemed to be jerking off - no, a slightly more serious voice sounded than usual.

Today, from the return of Sparda, the 7th of the Dark Moon at dawn of the night.

The place is the main school canteen of the Royal Sparda Seminary, where Wing Road members always gather.

Four members, with the exception of Shall, were surrounding their seats as they pounded their tongues on the taste of the dining room, which they missed a little.

"You've decided to take it! Dragon King or Crusader, but if you want to fight and sell to Sparda, I'll do everything I can to buy you!!

The time is just noon. Even today the hungry students are full dining room, but the loud enough to reach the end seats came from Kai's big mouth.

But there are no students who can get laid when they shut up about it. No, not if you're a Spartan.

Yes, the current sparda, because the war is about to begin.

On the table is a requisition for the Recruitment of 'Gladiators' of the Fourth Regiment of the Emergency Quest Sparda Army. There is no Spartan adventurer, unaware of the meaning of this quest, which the client is put out in the name of King Leonhardt.

"Don't be an idiot, think about where we stand."

However, knowing what it means and participating in it is yet another matter.

Saphir coldly denies Kai's fierce cry. Most of all, she rarely speaks warm words to Kai. In the first place, did it ever happen? And, members will behead.

"No matter how many quests you get, it's a real war."

If you're just an adventurer, there's nothing wrong with participating in the war as one soldier.

But if that is the son of a nobleman. Well, if you're a royal from another country, please.

"All this time, maybe we'll have a return order for Avalon too..."

Nero and Nell have completed so many dangerous quests that they can become Rank 5 Adventurers. It is a feat accomplished through cooperation between oneself and one's own recognized peers. There was never a special ploy there, as the Avalonian royalty.

In Sparta, two people who had not received any asylum as royalty other than their title, but if a war were to begin on the boulder, things would change.

Even if it were a war in his own country, the First Prince and the First Princess would definitely be recalled to the Royal Palace. Think in common sense, otherwise the response is unlikely.

"No, I'm not leaving, brother"

Knowing that, he understands it better than anyone, but therefore Nell clearly uttered a word of denial.

"Hey, Nell, what are you..."

Who would miss such an opportunity?

If I had forgotten the princess-like language and answered instantly, I would have said it.

War taking place in Sparda. The opponent is a mysterious crusader. Yes, it is a crusader, deeply related to Chrono.

Nell understood everything when he saw this name in the emergency quest request.

(This' crusader 'is Krono-kun's enemy)

There are people who have to be killed. The only words Krono spoke to me were just that, but too much to observe.

And above all, the landscape of tragedy deep in his heart. Burning Village, Village, Street, Massacre Corpse - Nell, who has glimpsed it, has understood. What happened to Chrono in the past? And what thoughts does Chrono have right now?

Grieve and suffer from too deep despair. Too unreasonable, angry, resentful. But without putting that enthusiasm on the table, he spends his days. Then the resentment of vengeance will not fade. The lava of boiling resentment waits quietly for the moment when it erupts deep in the soul.

I want to help him like that. Nobody else, this me. Yes, I took an oath in the infirmary of the Grand Coliseum.

(This battle is my best chance to help Krono-kun. Absolutely, I'll make it a thing)

Hiding the expression of a beast with a tongue-in-cheek face mask, Nell says.

"I want to fight to protect Sparda, too."

Unfortunately, it's not a lie. I want to protect Sparda with Chrono. After a glorious victory, it is now time to triumph for two passengers, Chrono and the Immortal Horse (Nightmare). The place to return, the place to be blessed, is necessary.

"Ha... I knew it. I thought you'd say that..."

Nero sighs with a frightened face when he sees everything about his sister.

The prediction would have been targeted three months ago. It is the gentle heart of Nell, who loves ten thousand people, before meeting Chrono.

"Please. Even your brother wouldn't want to imitate running away from you, would he?

Now on the contrary, my sister sees through my brother's heart.

Nero is not too obsessed with his pride as a royalty, but his personal pride is high. It is arguably one of Nero's virtues, which attaches more importance to his free will than to the arrogance that comes from his status.

Nell, who respected that noble spirit, but now only uses it. To put it this way, your brother will shake, he said.

"Well, it's not like I'm afraid to fight them like the Crusaders - but this time, I disagree"

Nell calmly analyzes the boulder if he didn't get on it.

Putting the opposition so clearly so far means that Nero has elements that take precedence over pride.

I had guessed from the beginning what it was.

"So, my power won't be trusted?

"Nell, even if you're stronger than me, it's the same. That's why, brother."

There was no delusion or teasing, and Nero did not. At times like this, always.

I can appreciate the attractiveness of being serious at this important time without undoing the timing.

But now it was just a pain in the ass.

(Perhaps I should go alone with this already...)

No, not yet. Still, it's too early to rush to conclusions. Nell regains his composure before he gets a fed up look.

Think calmly, because if you're going to war, you've never had the power of a Wing Road member before.

It can also mean wanting to be useful to Chrono, flipping around, helping him raise a martial arts medal, but most importantly, preserving his life.

When you die, you have no ex or child. Chrono is definitely strong, but very dangerous to watch.

"I'm glad your brother feels like it, but still, it doesn't change my mind"

"Apparently, you broke your opinion beautifully."

Saphir pinched his mouth at a time when Nero tried to say further words of persuasion.

"Wing Road quest decisions must be voted by a majority. Yeah, you made up your mind, didn't you?

It was what was decided in the first discussion, which formed the party. No one has forgotten. No matter how much Kai, I only know the minimum rules. This is just a confirmation.

"Three opinions, yes, no and no abstentions"

There will be a lot of things to say, but eventually you have to categorize your opinions into one of the three. Neither does this require further explanation. After all, it's just a confirmation.

"Wait, Mr. Safi! I 'm-"

"Stop it, Nell. How much excuse have I made, no one turns their opinions upside down, and I can't change the rules."

The basic policy of Wing Road is' freedom '. No cumbersome fine constraints, no hard manners, no need.

All you need to run the party is a minimum of rules. The remuneration is divided equally, and the will decision is by majority vote. This is all there is.

The principle of majority voting is, one vote at a time. A system with a minimum number of conventions, embodying the concept of equality. However, its execution can be difficult.

But Nero faithfully defended this. With freedom, he also respects equality, but therefore.

That's why both retarded Kai and smart Saphir are the same vote. Wing Road, that's how it's been done. It's always a constantly noisy party of arguments and fights, but still it never broke up. Even the crisis of a conflict of opinion to the point of fatality.

It is one result, one achievement, that all Members have followed the rules.

Therefore, even at this time, there is no exception to the rule adaptation.

"Keep going, Safi"

I got it, and Saphir quizzes up his demon-eye-sealed glasses. I uttered the following words.

"When one abstains, agrees and disagrees antagonize, the priority is -"

"- I agree! Sparda's peace is preserved by Wing Road!!

That's when my voice sounded.

Louder than Kai earlier. It's loud enough to rock the whole school building.

That tall scream is familiar to everyone in theological students. Especially if you're a member of Wing Road, a soprano voice that sounds familiar but is boring to hear. Never mishear. Impossible.

Turning around, the little girl was there, proudly jerking off the red twin tail and cape.

"Ah-ha-ha! Red lightning on Sparda, Charlotte Tristan Sparda, resurrected!