Kuro no Maou

Dark moon 8th, evening. This is when you are relaxing while spreading Sparda's PR magazine (newspaper) in the dorm lounge.

"Brother, come on! This guy's no longer a jerk!

and cried Simon back from Latifundia Great Forest.

"Oh, hey, Simon, what's going on?"

Welcome home, Simon screams in tears as he greets.

"There's nothing wrong with you or these things! Look at this!!

Turning back Simon's favorite spatial magic (dimensional) pouch, what rolled out of it was an elongated chunk of scum iron. It's shaped like a bundle of six cylinders.

"Isn't this the barrel of a Gatling gun!? Why are you so broken!

"That's not all!

Another wave of the pouch. Rolling off to the floor again, steel crap. This dish looks like a rifle gun at first glance. But the tip of that long barrel's barrel is bouncing radially like a trumpet.

"Even prototype rifles...... hey simon, what the hell are you gonna do to break like this"

"Listen to me! He's really horrible! Already!

It was when Simon, who was still unprecedentedly absurd, tried to tell the story of how the weapons he had created had been set to expose the body to ruin.

"Wait a minute, this was an unfortunate, unfortunate event that unfortunately overlapped..."

Sophie, the mysterious awesome adventurer who became Simon's partner, secretly entered the lounge, speaking with a sad, colourful voice.

I'm glad I don't have any trouble with the eye place because that outfit is not an example dancer costume, but a pure white robe that seems to cover my entire body.

"Wow, I'm out!

It's like I saw a haunting, like a reaction, and Simon quickly turns around behind me and hides. You even toddler regression while not looking at it for a second, so cute a reaction, but the person is seriously alert for it.

"Oh, no, you don't have to hide."

"Stay away from me! The gun breaks again!

"I won't break it, because I won't break it anymore"

"Because if I break it down to yatta glass, I won't forgive you for the rest of my life!

Garru, and Simon is barking like a fierce dog making threats. I just feel like a Pomeranian from what it looks like, but still seems to have a lot of psychological damage in it for Mr. Sophie.

Behind the magical vale, the brown beauty appears transparent distorted by grief.

"Listen, I'll never give you..."

"Yes, yes, leave it around now."

and Lily appears refreshed as she slaps her little hand with bread. He's a young man in his usual black wimp, but he really seems to be an adult when he comes out to rule a chaotic situation like a training ground on his own by pinching me.

"Sophie, just get out of here."

"Damn, but..."

"I don't know the details, but you're pretty good at pissing Simon off so far, aren't you?

"Well, that's... an unfortunate mistake..."

"I'll ask you as many excuses as I want later, and we're going to have a reflection."

"Grunt..."

So Lily pulled Mr. Sophie's robe hem and just took him away.

"No, this is what I do by playing a pinch -"

"That's how I greed you now."

From across the hallway, those two exchanges sounded like my hellish ears, but it seems better not to ask any more. I don't know where I'm going, but it's going to be a long time with the reflection group.

"Well, I don't know what it is, but it sounds like it's been tough"

"Yeah, it was really, really hard..."

That's how stupidly I got to hear Simon's quest adventure Tan.

I went to the dungeon for various purposes, such as testing the Gatling Gun and testing the prototype rifle for endurance in action, but it seemed like a series of totally unexpected problems.

Mr. Sophie takes a ton of goblins and tries to MPK Simon, or Mr. Sophie gets bogged down with supercooling over the barrel of a Gatling Gun that should be made of an alloy of greed metal and super sturdy. Others are besieged by Slime's army because Mr. Sophie skipped the night watch and slept next to Simon, or the prototype rifle can be played by eating the aftermath of the original magic (original) of the ice that Mr. Sophie wiped out the Slime Legion in one shot. There's more, Mr. Sophie, but it means that Mr. Sophie - well, it was finally all Sophie's fault.

"- I finally came home today because of the wacko."

"... good job"

I'm going to offer Simon a cup of tea that I've tried brewing with Nell's look on his face. In the meantime, take a nap and calm down.

"Still, I'm glad Gatling Gun went well"

If the crank-style, two-hundred firing speeds of gatling guns per minute ran, then Simon's gear already caught up to the days of the American Civil War. He's a battle infantry, he's a piece of wood dust.

"Yeah, well. I'm glad you made it."

With the tea in my hand, I zeroed my sigh small as I caught a glimpse of Simon's cat-tongued side, which I tried to squirt as it was, still hot and once placed.

"... you seem to know already"

"I'd rather not notice. The tense atmosphere of the wartime system is second to none."

Simon, who is somehow a raw Spartan, is experiencing the Fourth Galahad War, which was attacked by the Daedalus army led by Dragon King Garvinal, the last war. Says it happened just ten years ago. Simon was just seven years old at the time. But he said the vibe of the city is clearly memorable in childhood.

Then, my sister, Emelia, was eighteen years old at the time. Just when I graduated from seminary and was just knighted and driven out to war. But thanks to this battle, she said, she took the first step in the glory of being young and rising to the rank of general.

"Scared, don't you?

"Um, I guess I'm okay now"

I don't know if I'm going to die in a lot of battle. Simon laughed bitterly as he went on to say things like that, half a joke, half a real thing.

But when I started visiting the seminary, I do remember Simon leaking that he was afraid to fight.

So I don't have to fight, if you can build me a weapon that I can fight, that's fine. I said that, and Simon really created a weapon. Yet let's go to the battlefield ourselves with that weapon. Nothing else, because I asked for it.

"Sorry, Simon. Even now, you..."

"I told you it was okay."

Simon smiles softly to reassure him. Beautiful emerald eyes peeking into my odd eyes that naturally and upper-eyed because of the height difference.

"I'll fight, so will I. This is still a Spartan guy. And..."

The light of readiness dwells in my eyes, even as I dwell in sorrow and grief.

"I'll take Suse's revenge."

"... right"

"Yeah, that's right."

At the earliest opportunity, there is no reason to stop.

I do not know if the Eleventh Apostolic Mass will appear in this war, but nevertheless, it is too good a reason to fight the Crusades.

"Okay, then, please. Together we will defeat the Apostle."

"Leave it to me, 'cause you're good at sniping."

It is Simon's mission to shoot only once, far from the front line of our battle. If Sariel really put it out, I'm talking about.

Whether the apostle does not show up or not, it is too dangerous to fight the crusaders who push them in the great army from the front. There is no such thing as absolute safety on the battlefield.

"But I'm pretty sure Mr. Sophie is a very strong ice magician (Ice Marge), and I think I'll be fine. I'm worried about your brother fighting on the front lines."

"I'm not scared at all."

My strengths can be described as origami over becoming a Rank 5 Adventurer. But just because you're strong, there's no guarantee that you'll never die. Instead, we're just talking about stepping foot to the peril commensurate with its strength. Apostolic opponents and so on.

So after all, I'm afraid to die.

"But you won't be able to help but fight"

There are things more scary than dying. Even if I die, I don't want to lose it, I have something.

"Don't be too impotent, right?"

"You don't have to be impotent this time, I hope -"

Relax and talk to Simon like that, and I'll finish my last peaceful evening in Sparda.

The battle is ready. Spartans and I have broken up.

Finally, tomorrow, I, no, because we, the Element Master, are leaving for Fortress Galahad.

The moon of darkness 9th. It is a brilliant winter sunny morning, as if to congratulate you on your journey.

Under the blue skies that fall out, we, the Element Master, quietly leave the dorm and proceed on the horses and immortal horses (Nightmare) for the main entrance to the Royal Sparda Seminary, which we are so familiar with.

Merry has me and Lily for two. Marie, who hits Mary's sister, quietly follows Fiona on board, thanks to not showing any reaction such as being particularly scared or surprised when she sees her changed sister.

The horse is moving slowly. Right next door, if you drop me off at the main entrance, it's because Simon followed me through the front door of the dorm.

"Sorry, I'm the only one who's late."

"If you care, you have no choice but to get the gear you need in time."

Because Mr. Sophie's right hand smashed Gatling Gun's barrel - not all of the reason. No matter how awesome Mr. Leggin is, there are limits. Simon's weapon has fallen behind as a result of our priority to arm ourselves, including The Grid.

Especially since it will be manufactured entirely from Ichi, such as a sniper rifle for sniping against Sariel, it will take both time and effort.

'Cause we're supposed to make it to the second line.

This time we set out for Fortress Galahad in the first line of the fourth regiment, the Gladiators.

Grabbing information on the start of the crusade, the first to move was Sparda's standing army, of the first squad, Braveheart, led by King Leonhardt, and the second squad, Tempest, led by Simon's sister, General Emelia. It can also be taken for granted.

Both the King and your sister's armies have already arrived at Fortress Galahad and will be waiting now or now for the Crusaders to come. At the moment, it will also have rendezvous with the third squad 'Lampage', which was stationed in the fortress from the outset, where the armies of the mighty nation Sparda have assembled together. The base of battle, the mustering of power, was perfectly executed.

In that context, it is a natural consequence that the 'Gladiators', who are formed after the war against the Crusaders has been finalised and then recruited, lag behind the Standing Army. In addition, even if there are Spartan adventurers who want to participate in the war, they may still be in the dungeon on the quest and do not even know to issue an emergency quest.

Most of the information about Sparta's wartime institutional transition itself is already transmitted as a disease to urban groups of countries, so even if you are in another country and come back to the city or village, the situation will soon be known. The sight of the adventurer making his hasty return to Sparda will be seen today at the city's main entrance.

Anyway, there are situations like this where the numbers are not yet aligned, and only the "Gladiators" are separated multiple times and sent to Fortress Galahad in turn. For once, as the name suggests, the Fourth Squad has a physical appearance as an army organization, so it would be a violation of an order to rush individually at will, but they are almost acquiesced in.

The adventurer and Gladiator crew, who will greatly timing the departure, will also accompany the Heavy Squad escort as they head to the fortress in a group. Nothing is the only enemy of the Crusades. Even if it's not a dungeon, some escort is indispensable because there is a risk of wild monsters appearing if you leave the city.

"When we get there, the Crusaders won't start attacking yet. I don't mean to be late - it's kind of noisy at the front door."

The main entrance was approaching right in front of me while I was talking to Simon, but from what I can see, there's quite a crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, aren't we gathered at the drop off?"

"What, seriously? Maybe we're so popular..."

"It looks like a lot of adventurers will be attending the course."

"Well, you are..."

My glassheart was only a little hurt by Fiona showing off the myth of the word smashing at the moment she made me expect it. Aside from us, there are as many adventurers heading to the Galahad Fortress as there are. Fiona's right, a good number of people have also expressed their participation in our Adventurer's Course. In seminaries these days, we've been talking about who's going and who's not going.

It is an honor to go to battle to protect my country, but no one can truly gladly send me out of the bottom of my heart. Everyone leaves their loved ones behind to go to dangerous battlefields. No one will be unprepared for this lifetime's farewell.

As we went further and approached the main entrance, the tears began to break up there.

Adventurer course students are basically many young people, although not necessarily boys and girls. Drop-off uniforms and travel armor, the relationship between the two is obvious, but the atmosphere itself is close to that of graduation.

When I see a magician girl in a robe circling with a girl student and crying, or a big man in full body armor shaking hands in silence with one boy student, I stick with her, too, and her tear glands get irritated.

It was then that I finally tried to dive into the main entrance of the seminary while feeling a little snug.

"Phew, ha, ha! When you fight, come! The curtain of the Fifth Galahad War of Destiny opens and the Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) finally takes to the stage named Battlefield! Tonight, the second page of the legend of darkness following Ischia-"

A second prince of Sparda appeared, laughing softly at the refreshing sunny weather and the contents screaming a diluted stirring complaint on top of the long.

Brand new monoculars (monocles) sparkle and intelligent glow in a perfectly defined hairstyle. In a skinny black blazer, on its back is a glorious red cloak. He stood dignified in front of the main entrance I tried to pass, in some brilliant uniform that he was not ashamed of as a theological student.

Oh, you've been waiting completely for the timing of your exit, this is...

"Ha... a lot, Will..."

Even though I can't read the air. No, maybe it's only when you read the air.

"Phew, it's Chrono. Spartan royalty never shows farewell tears to knights who go to war."

Yes, my friend - no, at the earliest, it's no exaggeration to call him my best friend, Will. Because he and I are breaking up today.

"But thanks. Come all the way out here to drop me off."

"Naturally, you will go to war to protect this sparda. Without dropping this off, I can't name my soul allies or anything. No, my royal and one man, it won't be enough to just drop me off any more than I can't shoulder on the battlefield..."

Naturally, Will doesn't go to the battlefield and leaves a message in Sparda. You can't expect it at all as a force of war, or because you're still a student, for whatever reason, but most of all, it's insurance to keep the royal bloodstream alive.

It should be assumed in case this war involves more than just two names, King Leonhardt and First Prince Eisenhardt. It is only natural that Will, who is second in the throne inheritance, should be kept in a safe place.

If Will were to sneak out of the royal castle with a rifle in charge, for the sake of the will or friendship of the Redemption, he would be tied up but sent back. By the hand of Celia, the escort maid who is still holding back as securely as a shadow.

Of course, smart Will understood his position and strength so well that he came to see me off so happily.

"Therefore, we have gathered the comrades who pray that you will once again triumph! Come on, everyone, send us with a big round of applause, the time of the legendary" Element Master "led by the Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) Chrono!

The moment Will decided to spread his arms and deviate from his chest, posing as the play stinks of looking up to heaven - really, the thunderous applause rang.

A lot of the students around them are cheering at us like this as they clatter their hands.

"Now, protect Sparda," he said.

"Will, maybe we're gathered here..."

"Um, the students who saved your life in Ischia."

If you look closely, the face you remember seeing was found there.

I barely exchanged words with them at Ischia Old Castle or at the celebration party, so I thought they were still avoided, but that's not what they said. Perhaps it was simply difficult to get close.

Speaking of people on this scene who have spoken face to face, is it about the cadet combination of Eddie and Shenna standing in the front row? I see something unfortunate about being the victim of banditry or forcing a caged castle in Ischia, but I want this childhood couple to be happy.

Oh, if you look good, you could also discover who my fan number one was who gave me the autograph before. Okapa-headed little girlfriend is staring at me with a sparkling look, even though she's about to be crushed by the crowd. To the point where fans don't give up their love, I want to make war work.

Speaking of which, I don't even know her name. I'm totally upset to hear it. No, she's not the only one. I must have been able to find out the names of everyone who came together like this.

I could have just become a friend from my benefactor if I had walked over and interacted with him myself. I had no idea that this was the stage where everyone would come together and send me a ale. I feel sorry for myself just a little bit.

"Thank you, I can't be happier. I'll make sure to protect Sparda."

It is overwhelming courage to gush up in your chest, although a whisper of remorse lingers. They're the first people I've been able to protect. Second or third time, many times, I'll protect you and show you.

"Phew, it's like you, it's a comforting word, though undecorated. This means we can stay in Sparda with confidence."

Yeah, yeah, and Simon pulled Will's cloak, who was secretly moving next door.

"Look, Will, you can't hold me back too long. I have a meeting time."

"Mm, you did, I'm sorry. Unfortunately, let's go, Chrono."

If we stay on this scene any longer, we're going to find it hard to leave. Sure, it's a shame, but let's just say we move on.

"Oh. Bye, Will, Simon -"

That's how I tried to move the horse's leg forward again, that was then.

"Wait! Chrono-kun!

In the middle of the main entrance, one female student leapt out. He looks like an angel with white wings growing from his back. There can be no confusion, no mishearing that voice.

"Nell......"

Make it the first princess of Avalon, one of the few friends made of sparda, Nell Julius Ellord. She also showed up to say her last goodbye to me.