Kuro no Maou

The rendezvous point was in front of the main entrance to Sparda, and was informed by the guild. Those who have ordered an emergency quest and become part of the Spartan Army Fourth Corps' Gladiator 'in the sunshine will gather here first and, after a brief explanation, depart for the Fortress of Galahad.

The main entrance to Sparda, the main entrance, is the main road you will reach if you go straight down the main street. It is a safe and unmistakable directions even for Nell.

Traffic conditions this morning, however, are medium crowded. It's partially closed to traffic on Sparda Boulevard, what a car radio style audio guide strikes my head. Or it was sheep.

Anyway, we're in a situation like that one step ahead of us in traffic because almost all adventurers currently in Sparda are getting together for the same main entrance. A group of already armed adventurers have marched on foot or on horseback since they left the streets. Inside, there is also a slight mixture of large carriages with several parties and large bodies of freight dragon cars equipped with large quantities of supplies. Besides, there was also a gathering of Spartan citizens who would drop off adventurers heading to the battlefield, occupying the left and right of the road. Not as good as the Triumph Parade, but close to it thrives.

We will soon join a group of adventurers. Does Mary's giant body and aura stand out on the boulder, it's been spotlighted by adventurers and crowds alike, and he tells a secret story with Hisohiso. I care, but I have no choice but to break it off.

"Oh, that's a hell of a bunch."

In front of the main entrance, the square is large enough for the entire arena to be built, but now it's full of people. There, furthermore, the population density is on the way to increase, as adventurers continue to arrive in their current progression. While it is a winter season with thin and snow, this place feels hot like Koshien Stadium or Tokyo Big Sight in the middle of summer.

"You've never seen an adventurer gather so far."

Fiona, who lines up next door, looks over the square with a blurred and seemingly uninteresting eye on the back of the dialogue. For a minute on the horse, I saw it well because of my high vision.

"You mean that's all crisis consciousness"

"No, you just want to ride the win"

I feel like Fiona has been crushing my expectations lately, but is it my fault for fulfilling them?

It is, however, satisfactory if you ask me.

"I've heard from other countries that adventurers often go out of their way to participate, but that's what you mean..."

If you truly have a vision of salvation, you will be joining the Knights. Adventurers move for the first time with rewards. There is no significant difference from a mercenary, rather, it may be said that there is little distinction between these two.

The only person who can be clearly called a mercenary is someone who belongs to an organization named Mercenary Corps.

"Sparda has left the invasion of Daedalus four times so everyone will think he can win this time"

The strife that took place in Sparda and Daedalus, the beginning of a battle known as the Galahad War, dates back to the days of His Majesty's grandfather, or the fiftieth King Sparda of previous generations.

The first battle, the First Galahad War, took place at an old age, just before the fiftieth generation ceded its throne to its son, he said. Although the invasion itself barely prevented it, the fiftieth generation died as a result of wounds received by Garvinal in this battle.

During the ensuing fifty-first generation, the Second and Third Galahad wars ensue. I've also recently learned that this predecessor king is an assessment of the typical tyrant who lays down bad government. You think the seminary had a pretty nasty rough way too? However, only this two-time track record of protecting Sparda from the hands of Daedalus' demons is still described as a laudable feat.

Although it seems that his work is the best story grass for the Third Galahad War, in which his contemporary Majesty Leonhardt participated when he was only a thirteen-year-old prince.

And what happened about ten years ago was the Fourth Galahad War. It is a legendary battle that His Majesty Leonhardt, who became king, defeated Garvinal, the Black Dragon King, after a single ride. Achievements that were rebuilding the country in tunnels from the bad governance of previous generations, plus the consequences of the Great War on Defense. The two overlap, and His Majesty Leonhardt continues to receive enthusiastic support from the Spartan people.

"The opponent will be Daedalus, but it will be the Crusaders, but the strength of the Spartans will remain the same. Well, you'd expect it."

Moreover, the track record of being well paid in previous wars would be one of the incentives.

Sparda receives substantial assistance from the countries of the Alliance instead of acting as a shield against the invasion of Daedalus in the group of urban states with which he is affiliated. Playing rewards generously to the adventurers you hired doesn't hurt Sparda's nostalgia.

But for that matter, I can hardly seem to wish for direct support from other countries. Precisely to the extent that a Knights unit rushes from neighboring Farren and Avalon, he said.

Well, if we get too much together from various countries, we'll have a lot of problems with command, confusion, and anxiety about cooperation. Above all, because we have done well with it so far, we have established ourselves as a single system, and we can respond quickly to this incident. Already, Will told me that a lot of money and supplies are gathering in Sparda.

"Hey Chrono, I've got a really sparkly one."

I am blocked by Lily's outrageous voice where I was seriously turning my thoughts around about the state of the war.

At the tip of the little index finger, I could see a brilliant group that stood out in this crowd. Plate armors like ancient Roman soldiers are so flashy with brightly colored decorations based on gold. But even from this distance I could see that there was a definite practicality and magical effect there. The sixth sense perceives the faint yet numerous magical powers.

Wearing such good gear are muscular men, no, it is normal for adventurers to be men of good stature, but among them they boast a particularly eye-catching and stunning flesh. Its muscular beauty is sparingly exposed in shades that also have armor of such a design as partially exposed arms, legs, or shoulders, chest, belly, etc.

I see you're a professional gladiator.

I've never actually seen it before, but I'm pretty sure it is. Luxurious gear deserves to look like a star, and now it just shows that walking is grand and lacking in gaps is an expert in battle.

Above all, ahead of them walking, every adventurer gives way and the hedge cracks brilliantly. I went through it at the celebration party, too, that's it.

"Is there only one thing, coming this way?

As Fiona said with a frivolous eye, there is one shadow that leaves the gladiator group and approaches straight this way. Soon I wondered why, or who, and the broken path of men led us to our sight.

"Hey, good morning. You must be the Element Master, right?

One man, who appeared magnificent, called out with a refreshing smile.

"... yes"

Soitz was a hell of a beauty.

The blonde depicting a loose wave is long enough to reach her shoulder, a white beauty with soft blue eyes and a crying black child. For the man's sake, his hair is a glossy, delicate platinum blonde, like Lily's, and Sapphire's clear eyes dwell on a nell-like glow.

I can assure you that the melting sweet mask is home to charm (charm). I was blinded, too, for a moment.

With such beauty, beneath its neck it holds together the armor of a forged muscle. The white skin, which has no stain other than scars, is creepy and beautiful, giving the impression that the sculpture is moving rather than people. The golden plate mails and crimson capes adorning the white muscle beauty are truly works of art.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Falcius. He's the lead gladiator (principal) for the gladiators" Starlight Sparda "- but when you look at that face, you don't seem to know anything about me."

Haha, and what a picture, even to smile bitterly at. Besides, the voice spinning from the red lips is also a beautiful tenor voice. If they whispered love in this face and voice, the Spartan woman would fall in one shot.

"No, that name sounds familiar. You're the most popular gladiator in Sparda, aren't you?"

If you live in Sparda, the subject of gladiator comes naturally to your ears. The sword fight in this country is so overwhelmingly popular that it matches professional baseball, soccer and idols in Japan.

I've heard as many names as I can of players who reign at the top of such a sparda gladiator world. Of course, I didn't even know her face, but if I put her in front of me like this, I would have to convince her.

Anyway, I don't feel anything particularly hostile from this Mr Falcius. In the meantime, let's get off the horse and I'll be one of the greetings.

"This is Chrono from" The Element Master ". So, what can a star player like you do for us?

"Hehe, I hope you don't get so hard. Not as famous as you are now, Ischian hero."

Mr. Falcius laid his hands comfortably on my shoulder with a sobering smile that could not have been sobbed or munched in one shot, even by a crying baby.

Even over the devil's robe, it conveys a dubiously soft feeling as to whether its palms have ever really held a sword.

"Rank 5 Adventurer or Lead Swordsman (Principal), neither of which would be above. I don't need respect, and I want you to feel free to call me Fall."

No, that's a little... let's make a little compromise here.

"Thank you, Falcius"

"Hehe, I guess that's okay now. Then I'll call you Chrono."

Falcius stares me straight in the eye with an uncontrolled grin. Around not thrilled at all, I can rest assured that I am normal.

"Oh, so, this is how we came, it's really just a greeting. As a fellow Gladiator we're going to fight together."

I see, there doesn't seem to be any particular back there.

That's how I was convinced that Farkius, instead of taking his hand off my shoulder, was sliding his arm in with Sulri as it was and what a natural attitude to shoulder to shoulder. A flash of early work, a knack, getting used to it.

"But, you know, I've been wondering about you with two horrible names: The Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker). I heard rumors that he was a demon-like man..."

My body is mostly tight. He's tall enough to be just a few centimeters lower than me, so his face is close. Finally, it also smells sweet like a flower. Smells like a classy perfume.

"I'm surprised, I can't believe you were such a beautiful man (human). Especially this brunette. It's blacker, darker, but more glossy than the Avalon royalty, and more attractive than envy."

Falcius' empty hand gently stroked my hair tip.

Jumps off unexpectedly.

"Will you please step away for a moment"

"You're a beginner. It's cute in places like that."

My spine is zoomed out. For what it's worth.

It depended on the back of my brain when I ran into a scene all over the city where my sister was being numbered by a challenging man. I was impressed by the way my sister turned a contemptuous glance from the bottom of her heart at the chara man lining up a light beauty phrase.

Well, that place, when I called out, the Chara man said, "I'm sorry, seriously, this is all I have right now, so give me a break," threw a 2,000 yen bill out of my purse and ran away, and I got nothing.

I had no idea I was going to be on the side of being dictated to disperse a soft numb man in one shot... was the other world such a horrible place?

"Ha, it's just a joke. But I guess I'm a little too familiar, sorry."

Falcius apologizes with a step back but an extra smile. But is it my fault that those blue eyes look pretty serious? I want to believe it's my fault.

"By the way, why is that pretty fairy lady of yours shining about me?

Looking back, there's Lily threatening to "uh-huh" by being Jen royal on Mary's saddle.

"Chrono, this guy's in danger too! Don't come any closer!

I totally agree with that.

However, it is also a big name that cannot be made too evil. I just want to keep you company. Only, keep your distance in moderation. I'm scared if I get too close.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little wary"

"I don't care, it's my fault."

Still laughing refreshingly, Falcius walked over to Mary's and offered his hand to Lily, who gazed.

"I'm sorry, sweet fairy. My name is Falcius. Nice to meet you."

"It's Lily. Don't touch Chrono! That's why!"

While stabbing the nail, Lily shook Falcius' white fingertips as he was offered them and shook his hand.

"There's nothing more scary than a woman's jealousy, I get it."

Having managed to successfully introduce himself with Lily, he next shifts his gaze to Fiona, who refrains next door.

"Don't worry about me."

That's what I said. Fiona with a small, no hand. Even in front of such a beautiful man, it's just an attitude without shards of interest.

"The witch lady is so cool."

No, it's just natural.

I stuck that in my heart to Falcius, who even decided to react perfectly: shrug my shoulders.

"Still, it's an interesting party, isn't it? I'm a raw gladiator, but I have a lot of interaction with adventurers. It's the first configuration you see."

A black wizard with a curse weapon and a witch and a fairy. I've never even seen the same constituent party. Well, there's a handful of guys who use curse weapons, but there's a certain number, and any witch can just dress up. But half a demon fairy like Lily wouldn't find it that way.

"It sounds funny when you fight, but I won't force you to go on stage."

It doesn't seem like you're as battle-crazy as the blonde swordsman here. It is a little reassuring.

"Yeah, but speaking of, Chrono, you're the only one who's ever been up there, right? It's also in the arena of the Grand Coliseum."

"You knew."

"Looks like you had a brilliant fight. Thanks to you, I've lost a little fan."

A smile that doesn't make you feel disgusted at all, I guess you really don't care. One joke, one joke at a time.

"Yes, I'll invite you as an athlete next time if you like. I went on stage once, so I don't feel like it."

"No, let me refrain"

I just wanted a curse weapon. Honestly, I don't want to fight strong enemies, I don't want popularity. It's too dangerous to get on the stage of a sword fight.

"Too bad, I definitely wanted to make it up to you. With you, I can definitely have a good fight, I'm sure of that."

If you noticed, Falcius stood close again. Yeah, don't stare at me with those beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the slightest idea."

"Heh, I know. But at least I'd like you to come see my stage for once or so. I'll invite you when this battle is over."

"Then I'll be glad to invite you."

Take a subtle half-step back and distance, while ensuring a secure personal space. It's bad for Falcius if you're really going to be close, but you still can't stay alert at the moment.

"Well, now I guess I should think more about the battle that's about to begin than about it after it's over. I think it's about time Ike started explaining the operation (briefings)."

Oh, finally. If I looked around properly, I could confirm that a red armored Sparda knight was gathering in front of the main gate.

"Is Ike the captain of The Gladiator?

"Excuse me, Ike is nicknamed. His real name is Eisenhardt, the first prince of Sparta."

First Prince Eisenhardt, I only know his name. At one point, I saw her at the medal ceremony.

It felt exactly like it rejuvenated His Majesty Leonhardt as he was, his son (Jr.). You were a dubiously successful young man as to whether Will and his blood were really connected.

"By calling me by my nickname, do we get along?

"A relationship like yours and Prince Wilhardt, I suppose."

You're an ally of the soul, you know. It is also likely that the students who attended the same seminary were each other because they appear to be close in age. Over there, it's not unnatural because you have the opportunity to make friendships with royalty.

"Well, here I am. There are other people who want to show their faces."

"Well, see you then. Pray for good luck."

"Welcome. Let me show you the strength of a true gladiator, not ashamed of the Gladiator's name on the battlefield."

Then broke the hedge again, and Falchius departed. I'm a little relieved to see off my back with a wider red cloak than the one from the seminary executive candidate.

On the face of it, the conversation progressed amicably, but I thought it might be a little arrogant because it made me thrilled in a bad way.

"Ha, I got a bad nervousness..."

"Beautiful, they said, didn't they? Weren't you happy?

"I'm scared when a man tells me. Oh, I hope you don't mind joking."

Or Fiona, don't remind me.

Well, nothing. I'm not wacky about partying with Falcius from now on, and he'll be fine. Beautiful, invitations, everything would be his own social decree.

"Looks like we're about to start explaining the operation, and you should probably stay off the horse."

"So is that."

"Yes."

That's how we waited in the crowd for a little while longer. Of course, following Falcius, none of them spoke to us.

That's it, I missed you a little bit.