Kuro no Maou

"Wow, good, you made a good move... good..."

An army of enchanted golems, a giant ancient weapon that also drains the liver of crusader soldiers of war. But it was only one woman who manipulated it.

It is like the goddess of war of the gods, a body powerless in its ordinary appearance that will never be glorified, besides the magic of ten. The blue-white face scattered over Bossa's hair shows only the relief of being able to do one's job for the first time. That would very well not be the expression of a soldier challenging the strategy of the rising Great Wall.

In fact, she is not a crusader soldier. I'm not an hired adventurer or a mercenary.

Her name is Dorothy. The title of Director of Ancient Arms Research at the Fourth Laboratory of "The Secret of White". In other words, he is merely a researcher.

"Hey, why do you only move ten planes? I ordered you to put all the planes in."

While Dorothy was at ease with her poor breasts. From right behind, a sharp voice of reprimand flies.

"I'm sorry, Count Bergunt..."

In dreaded retrospect, it is His Excellency the Count, dressed in magnificent armor helmets, like the example of a Sinclair army officer, who stands there. The color of anger is not the only thing floating on the neurotic fine surface, but the dark green eyes, which reflect the wind's primordial color magic in color, turn a sharp gaze.

General headed by the Crusaders Third Army, Count Bient Dominique Helvetia Bergunto. Dorothy, whose name seems to be four and long, but who is still a graduate of the Elysion School of Magic, kept the meaning in her memory, albeit in vain.

The noble name of the Sinclair Republic consists of four names: first name, holy name, first name and family name. Decrypting the name of the Count, Dominic, the crucifix, will rule the Helvetian region, Mr. Bient of the House.

Most of all, all I know is that basic knowledge, and Dorothy has no idea how annoying it is to use the right words against noble opponents and be polite. I didn't learn that far in school, and in the first place, I don't think I remembered it, even if I did.

However, it is difficult for you to work that you have to answer even if you don't like it more than you have been called out.

"Ko, this is... uh, I changed the specification (reformatted) of the hangar (craft hanger) to mobile (mobile type), so the conductivity from the source motive (Magius drive) really couldn't clear the prescribed value (starting line) -"

"Yeah, I don't need a mess and a wacky excuse or anything. Can you get it out, can't you get it out, or are you sparing it?

This reaction even though I described the current situation appropriately without this. People are always this. Put your ignorance on the shelf and accuse me of saying it in a bad way.

Dorothy, however, has nothing to unravel or grieve about. When someone else is such a thing, I've already broken it off. Instead, just put a little frustration in your face and don't yell at me or beat me up, this look is better for a gentleman countess.

"Um, that... you need to optimize (adapt) the body (mainframe) and the brain (pilot) -"

"... you, come on"

On Bergunt's forehead, a blue muscle floats.

"No matter how much Bishop Judas has entrusted you with the command of the Golem Squad, you are now under the command of our army. I have trouble getting you to do something very unsolicited."

What is troubling me is exactly who I am now.

More than that, Dorothy must continue to take control of the ten enchanted golems that Dorothy has activated.

A golem that has already begun to walk on the snowfield, but that giant will still sink into the earth if Dorothy doesn't continue to perform the commanding ceremony (code) of walking support.

Of course, the operation is not as simple as pushing a hanko on a document. You have to adjust or write down the exact instructional formula (code) in an instant from careful attention and instantaneous and changing data.

I can't afford to be dealing with a very ignorant amateur complaint.

"Well, you have a duty to give me a proper explanation and report to the commander."

"In short, I'm saying I can't move because I don't have enough magic! Look, it's gonna get in Dorothy's way, so get back to it, Osama."

Sissy, and it was one girl who sandwiched her mouth while making various gestures as if even wild dogs would get rid of her.

Blonde twin tail with a cute face with crisp blue eyes. But the small, luxurious piece of equipment on that body is a cheap coat just thick. Mockingjay brown fur, around the big hood and around the neck, bright white fur is fuzzy and looks pretty warm. Overall, however, it is oddly tedious and immediately reminiscent of the word used,.

That coat is the only cold protection she can wear. From the short skirt in length, the legs wrapped in black tights are stretched out like a schoolgirl who performs well and fashionable even in cold winters.

But the wearing of a worn wooden bow on its back and a handmade rounded arrow barrel behind her waist showed that she was not an Elysion schoolgirl, but an adventurer. Regardless, the style of the veteran can't even feel shards due to their appearance as yet adults and their low grade gear.

Such was the horrible and disrespectful way in which a girl who looked like nothing but a rushing adventurer from anywhere spoke to His Excellency the General, who led this great army of more than 100,000 men.

"Come on, you..."

But instead of slashing and throwing away with disrespect, Count Bergunt only gives that face a sinister look that scuffled the bitter bug.

"Amateurs don't talk extra, they're grown-ups. If this makes the golem cocky, it's Osama's fault!

Before Bisi, the adventurer girl who decides to pose pointing her finger, Count Bergunt responded with a bitter voice, all with a bitter decision.

"... ok, I'll leave all the golem operations to you. But we have a pact with Bishop Judas to get him to move as this one works. Let's not forget that. And I'm not Osama. Call me Your Excellency, General."

"Yes, yes, okay, so go away already. Bye, bye, don't come again, Osama."

Abominable, he glanced with green eyes, and then His Excellency General Bergunt turned back on his heel. Flip a white cloak with Basali and take his men with him as he watched things change with a cold sweat.

"Oh, that Mr. Eye...... sorry, it was"

"Hey, I mean fine! Dorothy's escort is your quest, sir!

An adventurer girl named Eye replies with a refreshing smile to Dorothy, who will no doubt be younger than herself, expressing her apologies with a humbly hectic head down.

"Shouldn't we concentrate on manipulation rather than such a cot? It's pretty tough, isn't it, Sole?"

"Oh, yes... well..."

Dorothy appreciates that it is indeed a thankful offer, even while giving an ambiguous reply. A little self-loathing to myself for not being able to get it out of my mouth aggressively saying "thank you" at times like this.

From Dorothy, who thinks herself introverted, that it's also a character that falls into a pretty severe category, I don't like the picturesque eye figure of this euphoria. Most of all, I can tell you that Dorothy and I are communicating with the crowd because I am familiar with this feeling and so on.

Maybe in anticipation of that part Bishop Judas promoted this eye, even though he was a new adventurer in his own escort.

"Wow, you're bored to be on the battlefield and in command, aren't you? Hey, Tsumiki?

Looking sideways with chills, Eye is interested in one-sided chatter as she hugs her pet and the larvae of the Arianoid Beast (Griffon). Is it my fault that Griffon's eagle head, named Tsumiki, looks quite annoying there?

Dorothy thinks. After all, he said he was intensely anxious in terms of strength. Bishop Judas is even more anxious that he is already telling himself to die on this battlefield.

However, if Bishop Judas doesn't want himself anymore, he can be convinced that if he wants to die, that's okay. If he's dumped by that great man, there's nothing more to him than what he means to be alive.

Therefore, now faithfully carry out the orders given. Once again, Dorothy begins to concentrate on the operation of the ancient stone plate at hand, commonly known as the 'Demonic Computer (Device)'.

"- Okay, Unit Three is stable now... Unit Seven is still okay... Wow, there's already a rattle on the left leg actuator of Unit Five..."

Dorothy talks to herself a lot. Besides, now she gently taps the pitch-black tablet to play even on the piano, occasionally repeating actions such as glancing and grasping at the nothingness void with her fingertips.

Her appearance, which she performs with a serious and desperate look everywhere, with a cold sweat on her plain face, is, from the side, a sole of madmen. But the manipulation Dorothy performs is a brainwork that only geniuses can form, demanding knowledge, skill and taste more than anyone else on this scene.

This place, where Dorothy is now, is the field position on the snow, its command, in front of Fortress Galahad, just as Ai fooled Tumiki.

There is nothing more remarkable here than a large cargo pulled by a tent and a dragon car than it is outdoors. But this place, lined with crusade flags (Crusade Flags) with golden crosses on pure white basements under blue skies like God is blessing us with jihad, and countless large white armies, must not make us feel brave and mighty everywhere. A sight worthy of the name of the Crusaders, receiving the glory of a white God.

Especially around the command, a large army of magical cavalry (Exmerge), a heavy cavalry dressed in silver armor helmets with a dazzling glow of holy silver (Mithril), a heavy cavalry (Armor Knight) and a pure white robe knitted in fiber of holy silver (Mithril) as well, is assembled, especially highlighted by its brilliant majesty.

A special place is set up for Dorothy to operate the enchanted golem in a command guarded by such a elite army of dependant crusaders. Count Bergunt, General of the Third Army, sits right next to it. She possesses the skills and rights to manipulate huge clandestine weapons, according to all twenty-four aircraft, but is therefore a super special treatment. In shame, the Count himself may come and say a few words.

I don't care how I look at it. I don't look at Dorothy in the wrong place, who is a subordinate woman, because the things she manipulates, yes, the 'devices' for manipulating the enchanted golem, are so special.

Sole is most deserving of an 'altar' if expressed in a word.

A bright white cylinder about three meters high stands in four corners, with its four points as its apex, and a blue and white magic formation floats over the snow. Its magic formation is not circular, which is fundamental in modern magic (models), but is made up of geometric patterns depicted in disorder and ancient characters that are now largely rendered indecipherable. Besides, the magic formations that rise inside the squares formed by the cylinders fluctuate visibly without maintaining the same shape for every second. Yet, like a river with letters of light flowing through it.

It's like an ancient magic formation of mysteries that even a leading magician here can't decipher, but what's on top of it is something that everyone has seen if you're a republican citizen, no, if you're a cross. It's an altar that any lonely little church must have there. On a rectangular table imitating a table, Dorothy stands like a priest preaching teachings to the faithful.

But what she has at her disposal is not a thick Bible, but a single, pitch-black tablet. There are no other symbolic objects of the cross or decorated candlesticks. Instead, a magical formation of blue and white light was running all over the altar, just like the ground.

"Damn, the pseudo-neural circuit (verselle) of Unit II is burned out!? Let me bypass you at one hundred twenty-one and three hundred and nine... please, just a few more!

The ten enchanted golems, in uninterrupted side-by-side, are making good strides. Crusader soldiers and Spartan soldiers will only see it as so.

Who the hell would know that mechanically controlled movement, such as being kept at a critical place by just one woman? Even Crusader officers, less than Count Bergunt, who has been briefed on the whole street, will not understand her desperation.

Dorothy's eyes show the Golem's operational information, which is likely to remain on hold. Others don't know that - that includes two meanings: the content is incomprehensible, and the screen itself, which reflects the information, is not visible.

It is a famous story in the Sinclair Republic that this black stone tablet, 'Demonic Computer (Device)', which is only the size of the Bible, displays texts written in ancient letters on its surface.

Rumor has it that Sparda, who is attacking, also has a tablet depicting the legend of the evil Demon King on display in squares all over the city for this sight. Even though Sinclair says that God's holy miracle is portrayed, Pandora is a demonic content up to the ancient tablet.

Few, however, know that the text displayed by this' demonic operator (device) 'is not all that appears on its lacquered black surface.

Dorothy's vision shows ten panels depicting an overall view of the golem, like a blueprint, as well as ancient text that appears surprisingly beside it, and dramatically fluctuating circular and rod-shaped graphs. Those footage appeared to be floating in the air with nothing, not on the surface of the 'Demonic Computer (Device)'. It looks just like light magic projecting images and footage into the void, but no one has seen any information about this golem.

That is not because of hallucinations or anything else, but because it is only visible in her eyes. To be precise, the mechanism whereby the retina is illuminated with a more special light magic ray than the 'Magic Computer (Device)', which shows a variety of information in texts, shapes, videos, etc. to one's vision itself.

None other than myself and Bishop Judas can decipher and manipulate it precisely, even if this screen can be seen by anyone.

Dorothy is the only one who can perform unpretentious input operations (typing) to the information deployed here. In fact, it is all the panels for operation that are displayed on the main unit, the Magic Computer (Device), and moreover, the pseudo-operating table (sub-console) is projected about two more sides just because that is not enough. Was there anyone who lived in ancient times who could simultaneously operate a three-sided console with so much speed and precision?

"What, now a danger warning (red alert) to the brains (pilot) of Unit One!? Paraneurysmal needle (sub connector) activation of the thought controller (angel ring)...... oh I knew it couldn't be 374...... other things look bad and why so brittle...... if it was 49 I wouldn't have self-destructed (crashed) any unscrupulous......"

The operation of this enchanted golem was originally able to run fine if there was one pilot. But, besides allowing the ancient weapons that have just been excavated to move now, we must also prepare the person to be manipulated, while the detailed method of manipulation remains unknown.

Anyone who has ever been involved in an ancient relic at all says it with his mouth together. Impossible. It was an impossible story unless God manipulated it with the power of a miracle, such as just activating it to the fullest, let alone putting it into action.

But it was Bishop Judas who made that impossible without a miracle. He is a proud and genius researcher of the Church, who has succeeded in artificially producing apostles.

However, no matter how they called it genius, there seemed to be limits.

Indeed, this is how the Enchanted Golem is now moving forward in smashing the Great Wall of Galahad. But that behavior doesn't work without the support of Dorothy, it's more volatile than Marionette.

If you raise the anxiety element, there is no tightness. The repair of the internal engines has not been completely completed, and the end of the existence of several black boxes that are unclear on what principle they operate. If something goes wrong with that unstructured part, Dorothy doesn't have a hitter either.

But the most volatile part of this is the pilot.

The pilot aboard the Golem, Dorothy said, no, Bishop Judas doesn't call him a pilot. As far as this ancient weapon is concerned, a pilot is a brain itself.

Originally, this enchanted golem was presumed to be a simple form of manoeuvre by a joystick (controller) and a thought control board (console).

The time of antiquity certainly had a better magical civilization than modern times, but it is unlikely that human brains and magic were also superior. A human being is and remains a human being. At the time of God's creation, he's already perfect, so there's no way he's going to make a change or anything.

Anyway, it should have been a more comprehensible way of moving in the general human brain than humans were manipulating. And we need an institution that automatically assists with that behavior in order to easily steer this giant machine doll.

However, the part of the enchanted golem excavated in the media ruins that should be called the brains that preside over its control was completely broken.

Therefore, Bishop Judas prepared. Both the pilot (pilot) of the golem and the brain (operating system) that performs its operational control.

That's the human brains that use divine soldiers. Literally the way people and airframes operate in unison, with "Thought Controller (Ensel Ring)" as a relay, connecting the brains and nerves of divine soldiers directly with the Golem's Demonic Control Central Organisation. It is at the earliest possible time not the operator (pytot) but the parts (parts) that are impossible to remove.

And this was also a terribly unstable substitute. It is not the state in which man should be, so no matter how much he seals his memories and emotions, there will always be a 'distortion'. A man's heart is so brittle and delicate.

"It's okay... it's okay... I can handle it to the wall... Yeah, but I need to make some more adjustments the next time I get it out... what if they tell me to get it out right away..."

Dorothy manages to keep the golem running this way, with great anxiety about the brainy (pilot) system of the rapids.

To faithfully carry out the words "You move your arr", which Bishop Judas commanded. to meet his expectations. And above all, to not be abandoned.

"Okay, a little more... and a little more..."

Dorothy, who shows no slight sway and is perfectly manipulated, finally succeeds in advancing the ten golems to the present day of the giant walls of the enemy fortress, the point of reach.

From the top of the wall, some arrows and attack magic unleashed by martial arts are getting messy together, but they are all only bounced by vain and stubborn steel bodies. Just some coal, still intact. Even if only a little armor breaks, as long as you have legs and control of your brain (pilot) and Dorothy is alive, you can't stop the golem from walking.

When I was convinced of the success of the operation I had been tasked with...

"Huh!?

There was a glimmer of flash.

Dorothy, who has always been stuck to the retinal projection screen in her eyes, is also so intensely radiant that she accidentally looks up and sees the battlefield.

"Ah... Unit VIII, silence"

I could understand that at a glance when I saw the sight in front of me, even if the Magic Computer (Device) didn't let me know.

The upper body of the enchanted golem had disappeared to see what kind of attack the hell it was under.

The towering steel torso, symbolic of absolute defense, crushes, melts and exposes to unbroken wounds. The squirting of skunks and black smoke from the section of the lower body was reminiscent of the chimney of the demonic battleship Gargantua, which was previously involved in development, spitting out smoke.

A great deal of twitching occurs from the Crusaders over the tragic state of giant weapons smashed to pieces by no skin.

"Hey, what a trick! The enchanted golem has wrecked!

I change my blood phase and Count Bergunt pops up, but Dorothy can't afford to answer that cry.

"Phew, one less plane has made it a little easier... at least if two planes remain, the walls of Galahad can be broken... right, Master Judas"

Dorothy had a distorted grin on her fatigued blue face.

It is ridiculous that the crusaders here are unnecessarily anxious to see Sinclair's nobles.

It's boiling on the wall that you destroyed the big guy, the Spartan army is hilarious.

Nobody, I don't understand. When everyone calls me a giant weapon, I am strangely invited to laugh at the stupidity of calling me an 'enchanted golem'.

"Haha... this is just a work machine, so if you fight it, you're set to break it"

said Bishop Judas. The night before I left the Fourth Laboratory to accompany myself to the Crusades. I forced myself to ask you to dive in, in his bed.

"I'm not a weapon."

Second, he told me like a whim.

That's not an attentive pillow talk, but there's no nicer word for a woman like myself with only formulas and magic theories in her head than the unknown information he brings.

"It's not a golem, it's just a work machine named a human heavy machine (power loader)"

At that time, Dorothy, who was at the limit of her strength, could not even reply to Matomo, leaving herself to just a comforting feeling of fatigue and sleeper, listening to his words.

"What do you think the ancient humans built with this man-made heavy machine (power loader)?

I haven't heard the answer yet.

When I get back alive in this fight, I'm gonna let you hear it.

How powerful and authentic ancient weapons were created by ancient humans in this man-made heavy machine (power loader), which in modern times is an overwhelming weapon. Answer that.

"Haha...... it's ok, if you do what Judas says, it's ok...... it all works..."

The operation is also finally overstuffed, and Dorothy orders the remaining nine aircraft in some exalted atmosphere.

"Man-made Heavy Machine (Power Loader) 'Taurus', right arm 'Excavator (Drill Gauntlet)' activated. Operation Name (Operations) 'Pilebunker' Begins (Start)"