Kuro no Maou

The 16th of the Dark Moon. Early morning.

Against the backdrop of the morning sun climbing into the winter sunny skies, the Crusaders emerged.

"... are you here"

With my white breath, I couldn't help but notice such a twinkle.

I now stand on the Great Wall of the Fortress of Galahad, looking at the white armies beneath my eyes. Its full content is still uncertain by the bright white smoke of snow that sprays up.

According to a Spartan army study, that thing is winding up by snow removal. A thick layer of snow blocking the mountain path is bouncing with white-haired Dortos dumps and flaming magic, slowly continuing forward as it melts.

After nearly a month, the Crusaders finally arrived here. Unfortunately, it did not appear that they would be shipwrecked or caught in an avalanche along the way. I wonder if this is God's blessing, for fuck's sake.

"It's an unparalleled scale from Alsace."

Fiona says standing next to her left. Unlike me, he seems to have settled down a lot.

"It's okay, because this time the number of allies is out of digits."

If you look to the right, the red armored helmet Sparda knight stands neatly, and if you look to the left, the fragmented gear adventurer is cluttered.

The passage at the top of the Great Wall, which is at the forefront of the defense, boasts a considerable breadth combined with the thickness of the wall. Wide enough to allow one large carriage to pass intact, and spacious construction of the stairs provided in each location. The transport of supplies is smooth, of course, to and from people.

It is truly rolling because such a wide passage lasts for not a kilometre. The Great Wall of Ten Thousand Miles would be a complete defeat if only in length, but given that this wall is fifty meters high, it would be a forceful victory.

And if the fireworks pedestrian heaven overflows this wide of a corridor, you can see at a glance the number of Spartan troops. In real numbers, it is said that approximately 40,000 soldiers are currently gathered in this Galahad fortress.

Hundreds and three adventurers fought together in Alsace. The difference, indeed, is four hundred times greater.

"Perhaps the Crusaders will have more than three times the number of soldiers here for sure. Speaking of force comparisons, five minutes."

"Five minutes is too much. This time, there's just a chance we can fight from the front and win."

We're probably the only soldiers here who think the odds of winning are five minutes. No, even the people who live in the capital, Sparda, will not be alone in questioning victory.

Strongly speaking, I am anxious that it becomes a chronic mind, not a confidence, and a gap. But all this can't be helped. Reforming the consciousness of soldiers is difficult even for kings to do.

A slight anxiety element became a sweat of tension, wetting the palms wrapped in sheep's skin gloves.

"Phew."

Next door, where I'm making the enemy's army a little harder, Lily yawns without hiding it.

Sitting on the aisle wall, throwing your little foot over fifty meters and sitting down will chill your liver if you see a stranger. It's going to roll off the wall from head to head now, but worst of all, even if it does, Lily the fairy can land safely.

"Is Lily nervous?

"Hmm? I'll be fine."

He answers with an innocent smile, as if he doesn't understand that we're going to start a war.

"Because Chrono is with us today. I'm not afraid of anything."

"Right... right. I wouldn't be afraid of anyone if Lily was with me."

In the wind blowing up from under the wall, a large Enchantville Road piece and Lily's appearance to flip her platinum blonde long hair looked young but divine. He is an angel, an ancestor, a fairy, who descended upon the fort.

Besides, reach for it and you'll reach for it. If I stroked my head, I also calmed my mind with wonder.

"Hey, Chrono, I guess it's something like a boulder that's calming down a lot"

The refreshing voice I was accidentally called from behind was familiar recently.

Looking back, the face of Sparda's best gladiator, Falcius - is close!

"Get away from me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm glad to see you."

If you were happy with it, would you approach it, to a man? Give me a break.

Falkis finally put me a step away with a prank smile that wasn't bad at all.

It wouldn't be my fault that I felt a tingling magic from the palm of my hand still stroking and touching Lily's head. Yeah, I'm on guard, too, Lily.

"Falcius, can I stay here?

"Aren't you the one who doesn't have to focus on the 'Gladiator' place in discipline? If it is, I will escort you to the center where His Majesty King Leonhardt defends you. This is the first time you've seen Fortress Galahad.

Are there escorts and shit in these straight aisles? My will to stay away from me in the dark doesn't seem to make any sense to this man.

Now, just before the start of the battle, there are, of course, instructions for sharing which squads will defend which areas in advance.

The first team, Braveheart, led by King Leonhardt, has a hallway of three hundred metres in length, in the centre of the walls.

General Emelia's second squad, Tempest, stands by as a reserve at the rear. The cavalry unit, which will be the main force, will open the gate and wait until there is life to storm. However, some archers and magicians carry out ranged attacks in defensive towers, etc.

The only general who leads the third squad, 'Lampeige', is the one who heard the name Gezembourg. I have no idea who it is, but this unit was the first to consolidate its protection with a fortress. With the flow as it is, their holding areas are the left and right sides of the Great Wall, the left wing north side, and the right wing south aisle.

Apparently this legion consists essentially of non-human/elf heterogeneous races. Infantry is at the centre, but the Tenma Knight and Griffon Cavalry are mostly part of this' Rampage ', so it will also be their responsibility to defend the sky.

And we, Team Four, the Gladiator, have the most left and right end of the walls. It's divided between the northern and southern ends of the wall bordering the rocky skin of the cliff, and I'm north.

Once the end of the battle is opened, every place is a must for heavy fighting, but the central part will still be exposed to the most intense attacks. Therefore, if you want to be active, go to the middle.

And we, the Element Masters, with Independence Attack Authority (Order Raid), are free to move around the place without paying attention to the designated location.

No matter, so does Falcius. Conversely, he liked it and came to this place.

"We're good here."

I don't have a particularly strong will, but I assure you so for now. For once, I wondered if it would stand in the way of steel discipline, undisturbed formation, and the famous "Brave Heart" if it broke out in the middle of nowhere from the beginning. Regardless, if it looks bad, I wouldn't mind jumping away, but if it looks okay, I should leave it to you. Whatever it is, I'm not raising my mind that I have to protect it.

"Well, I guess I'll stay here too."

"... Whatever you want"

"Thank you, you're sweet."

No, you're not being nice. Real kindness means angel response like Nell.

Even with such a scratchy, wild dialogue, it would be cool if this guy would sparkle his bright white teeth and put it with a joyful kime smile. Even with such a sticky reaction, a scene in the movie looks perfectly set. Something I regret.

"But when you fight, get away from me."

"I wanted to protect your back, can't I?

"I'm sorry, but I've already booked my back"

Hold Leopard and Lily as a shield to block Falcius' thermal gaze. Lily, listed like a cat child, is in shiny intimidation mode. It works great.

"Mmm, gladiators fight over there"

"Haha, you got this. It's a complete defeat, fairy."

Yes, from the day I came to Pandora, it was Lily's job to protect my back. I miss crusading the cave goblins together.

"Besides, it's dangerous to be near me."

"A mad warrior wielding a curse weapon, but I can fight next door, so it's okay."

"You know what a friendly fire is?

This time it is planned to fight in the most basic formations of the 'Element Master'. It's somewhat anomalous that I'm avant-garde and Lily is avant-garde together, but still, Fiona's on the back.

The fiery magic emitted by the great teacher of witches boasts exceptional firepower, but at the same time, it is a sword of the blade that knocks out the amazing misfiring rate. Me and Lily would be fine, but I don't know what's gonna happen to the others.

"We're gonna get caught in the flames flying from behind."

"Yes, I'll get involved"

With a firm face, Fiona's subtle appeal. It is a dialog in which I assure you that I have no intention of being careful.

"Stay away, please, it's dangerous"

"Yeah, I see. I'll be careful."

Falcius the boulder, too, has a slightly bitter laugh at this. Well, this isn't going to inadvertently get any closer.

Speaking of which, Fiona, don't break the wall.

"I'll do it right."

"Watch your side move, too."

"We will consider it positively"

Yeah, let's just say it's okay. I don't know, Fiona's never failed with a misfire before. I was the one who started the avalanche in the Asbel Mountains.

"But is Falcius really allowed to stay here? I don't see any of them."

The others, like them, are those with 'independent guerrilla authority (order raid)'.

On the right, there are soldiers of 'Lampage', and I don't see their faces inside the Legion of Adventurers on the left, when they were granted authority in front of the main entrance to Sparda.

"I don't have a problem with the warrior allocation. There's an Ike on the south right wing, and we left our team. And on this side, there's me."

The saying seemed to darkly hint that one Falchius and all the members of the regiment were of the same strength. Falcius coming in comfort, but apparently he has absolute confidence in his strength.

"And then you heard that 'Yomi' and 'Blade Ranger' went to the center from the beginning. The solo guy, um, I don't know."

Didn't you keep track of the movements of all the 'Independent guerrilla authority (order raid)' members on the boulder? Well, if you move it's a party, it stands out, but if you're an individual, it's hard to see.

By the way, these two "Yomi" and "Blade Ranger" are adventurer parties that, alongside my "Element Master," were granted "Independent guerrilla authority (order raid)". No matter, they're both rank five. Speaking of adventurer history, he's a big senior about how many years, no, decades.

"Yomi" is a four-person party made up of only female swordsmen, named after "Saint Yomi the Sword of the Underworld", a pillar of the Black Gods as it is. A bunch of skilled swordsmen, gorgeous in appearance - not so much.

The leader was a grandmother carrying a machete, and the other three were faceless women with werewolf and lamia and full face helmets. It would be about a Lamian to have a face that I can say for sure is beautiful. Speaking of which, she had a red-brown scale on her brown skin, which looked very different from Athens, which was a monochromatic shade. Again, I felt that there was a lot of difference between the same species.

And the other 'Blade Ranger', but as its name suggests, they were really 'Rangers'. Yes, it is a five-man squad of five colors.

The leader, Mr. Redsword, was a human youth with red hair wrapped in red mufflers. I'm sure you must be a hot-blooded man with a strong sense of justice.

Subreader Blue Spear is an elf young man with blue hair wrapped in a blue muffler. Definitely a cool personality, would be a position to keep the hot red down.

Mr. Yellow Axe, who has no yellow hair but wraps a yellow muffler, is a Cyclops giant. I love curry, I don't know if it is. In the first place, I haven't seen Curry in this world yet. I secretly hope Akaba (Red Wing) is developing it.

There's no green hair. Instead, it's Mr. Greenknife in Goblin whose body is green. Of course, it also has a green muffler wrapped around it. I can't tell Goblin's face or anything, but I'm sure he's the youngest. Think set.

And the red dot, Mr. Pink Arrow, but the race is unknown. Wearing a full-body suit type of protective gear equipped by a class of bandits and assassins who wore both Said and Celia, you can tell it's a woman from her figure. But you can't see your face because you're wearing a full-face helmet. Of course, both suits and mets are dazzling shocking pinks.

If you line up, pink is the gear closest to a squad hero. Red to Green, like adventurers, each solidify themselves with fragmented armor and protective gear, so much so that they have an image color and matching muffler.

Still, I suspect that Red guy is the same Gentile as me... I'm curious, but let's find out after this fight. Me, when this battle is over, I'm gonna explore the secrets of The Blade Ranger.

"But you don't know if you have enemies until we show up."

Falcius, don't insult the Crusaders.

"Hehe, you've been on guard for a long time. I am well aware of the strength of the Spartan army, and most importantly, I believe in my power. Especially now that I have a loved one, I don't feel like losing to anyone."

Falcius' eyes seemed to show a belligerent colour, rather than a chronic heart, of wanting to release the overflowing power from the bottom of his soul.

Still, does he have a lover? Relieved. I was very relieved. They must be super beautiful or pretty girls who look good in this Super Imeken anyway, but I can still bless them with all my heart without being jealous. Be happy forever.

"Then we have to work hard to protect him."

"Yeah, I'll make sure I get through it."

I finally thought I was honestly beautiful with the smile of Falcius, who answered so forcefully. Fighting for love would be a pretty cool motive as a man.

"Mr. Chrono, it's time to see the Crusaders."

If you turn your gaze in accordance with Fiona pointing quietly across the wall, surely, we could confirm the great white army that has come a long way already.

At last, thinking, I stand against the imminent mighty enemy, lowering the lily I held. The Spartan armies standing here were also at last in front of their impending enemies.

"... you're really snow removing in Dortos"

Getting so close, I finally saw clearly how I heard the rumors.

Dortos, lined up in a row with Zlari, is like a white bulldozer. It gently bounces off the snow accumulated on the mountain path and clears the way.

I caught people spanning mammoth-like giants with eyes that I could see well, even with reinforced magic pears, with the shame of modification.

The white robe, completely hooded on the head, is a little different in fun from the crusader soldiers I remember. I guess that means they use crusader monsters. Is it better to call him a Tutor (Tamer) because he deals with monsters as they are, rather than a summons?

Immediately behind the Dortos unit, which pushes forcefully through the snowpath, follows a group of people in red robes, clearly known as flaming mages. It's not the blazing flames out of the wand you hand, but it's probably exercising the magic of the heat that melts the snow.

The massive amount of snow that Dortos bounced off doesn't pile up in wonder. The snow they put out leaves no obstacle in the way of the march.

And what follows behind them is an abominable white army confronted in that Alsace river plain six months before going back.

Even today, as if to glorify the glory of God, many flags of the Cross are raised, powerful and windy. Under that flag, a line of infantry foresting long spears on a white surcoat continues to the far other side. Their appearance, which they desire from this height, still looks like a matrix of white ants, driven by the urge to step into one's thoughts.

"That sounds crazy, seems a little different"

I heard a slightly distracted Falcius next to me pointing at a mixed gaze of intent and will to kill.

If you look sideways with chills, it looks like you're trying something with a beautiful face called "hmm." Apparently, it's not the wind that put pressure on the crusaders before them.

"What's going on?

"I heard the Crusaders were an army made up of only humans..."

I'm the source of that information. To be precise, we survive the Element Master and Simon and Daedalus.

Well, the Spartan army is also looking into the crusaders nesting in Daedalus, so it's definitely got to be behind it. And "the Crusaders are the armies of man" as the natural information to be provided before the battle, the knights of Sparda are, of course, even informed by the adventurers.

"I don't care how you look at it, you're not human."

Ahead of Falcius' indication, sure, they were there.

There's a line of crusader infantry I know so well, right next to it, a group of people walking in the same line.

Those hooded in white robes that are very similar to the Tutor (Tamer) riding the Dortos - indeed, if you look carefully, they are a tiny size compared to the human infantry lined up next door.

Especially those with larger bodies than cyclops, golems or minotaurs stand out. If you pay a little attention, you'll see soon enough. And when I noticed that, I realized that there were also a lot of people with small back lengths mixed together, like goblins.

"... what are they?"

Even I fought the Crusaders, I didn't understand right away.

Funny. For them who believe in the Cross, non-human races are called the Demons and abhorred. It is unlikely that he will join the war as the same Crusader soldier. In the first place, to the people of the Sinclair Republic, the Fae should not be alone.

But it was no other, Falcius himself, who gave a light answer to this rising question.

"Yeah, they're definitely Daedalus."

"The Daedalus..."

What do you mean, before asking, now Fiona responded.

"Mr. Krono, I'm probably a 'warrior'"

A warrior. That's literally, a fighting slave.

"No way, they're conscripting the Daedalus and letting them stand on the arrow side of the war!

"If a devout crucifix priest is a commander, he will never imitate fighting alongside the Demons... but if the Sinclair nobility leads, it is possible"

The warrior system was said to have been commonly seen when the Sinclair Republic had once expelled numerous heathens and conquered the western half of the Ark continent.

In short, it is a system that drives out the inhabitants of the conquered area, the heathens, as warriors and uses them as disposable soldiers, no matter how much they drain.

On the face of it is the rationale that it is an act necessary to convert the heathen to the righteous divine teaching, the Crucifixion, so to speak, the act of purchasing the sin of being heathen, and by going through it they are officially welcomed as the Crucifix, as the people of the Sinclair Republic.

It's a better, fucked-up logic to even feed a dog.

Because of that, people of pagan origin are listed in the obvious inferior status of the name 'second-degree divine people'.

"Though you don't admit you have the same intelligence as people, you understand. So I thought you were letting him follow you as a warrior, in the same way as a heathen."

This means that you can use your family's life as a shield and force them to participate in the war. Threats and other meaningless in wild monster opponents, but if words make sense, they can be threatened and succumbed to just like humans.

And if you are a Sinclair nobleman with experience in fighting pagans, then you are also familiar with the methods of that hand, Fiona says.

"Wait, then we'll..."

"Yeah, you're going to fight the Daedalus abandoned pawn squad who was dropped by the warriors first."

At one point, strong winds passed through the valley. Fueled by the breeze, the white hood of the warrior comes off badly.

There are strong oaks and Lizardman faces with lizard heads. The little shadow was still a goblin.

Few people, such as elves and dwarves, are seen looking closer to human beings. All I could think of was a deliberate collection of races with a more remote appearance from humans.

"Don't be ridiculous... I've come this far to kill the Crusaders..."

Why the hell should we fight the Daedalus, who have no sin whatsoever? What am I dyeing this hand with blood for?

"No, Mr. Chrono. They're crusaders, too."

Look into my face, yes, Fiona assures me. In her shining golden eyes, there is no stray.

"... Chrono, I'm coming"

Lily, standing on the wall again, points out with no expression such as no upset.

On the wind blowing up from below, I hear the trumpet. My vision shows the Crusaders rolling out their troops with slack to match their tall tones.

It's spectacular inside that countless numbers of people are squinting under your eyes - but your spine froze as the White Robe warriors lined up to be pushed forward.

The matching white robes only look like prisoner clothes, not protective gear. They are slaves, sinners at risk of disobedience. I guess, therefore, holding a weapon in that hand was not let loose. No sword, no spear, not even a tiny knife, I can't see you wearing it.

Instead it is given a long ladder, for climbing the Great Wall, fifty meters high. Having things like thick columns and large chunks of rock was probably material to create a pedestal to support the ladder.

The utterly defenseless warriors face the elusive Fortress of Galahad.

And the tone of the trumpet, which would mean assault, without any involvement in my upset or anything else, soared the wooden spirit.

"Damn......"

Thus, the battle began.

The 16th of the Dark Moon. Early morning. The Fifth Galahad War - war on.