Kuro no Maou

That's how I came back to the spiral staircase on the wall. It's still cold, dim and unpopular here. Could there be a change within a small hour away from us at an operational meeting?

Again, I sit down on the stairs by myself.

As long as you're sitting here like this, it would definitely be better if you were resting in the inn for the most part. I understand the importance of rest, even in this sturdy body... but now, it's still easier to stay here.

Only tonight, at the very least, I want to reveal the night as it is in preparation for the Crusaders' ambush. Ten or eighty-nine, it's unlikely they'll be setting us up in this weather and timing, so I thought it was going to be a lonely night where only the sound of a blizzard would continue to sound extended - but apparently not either.

"... something, that's noisy"

From up there, I hear a lot of wierd buzzing. In short, it would mean that the Spartan knights who are on guard over the walls are making a scene.

"It doesn't seem like an enemy attack."

Because of the liveliness in a very pleasant sense, it is decided early that there is no need to be vigilant. But it bothers me. Instead, keep your ears up and focus.

"Come on, it's a plug!

"Seriously, we're still on guard."

"That's good, if you want me to."

"Hey, lady, give me one too!

"Whoa, let me choose too!

I see, to the Spartan knights who encourage security in the snowstorm, a meal seems to be distributed. His Majesty King Leonhardt's, is he a man of pure reckoning?

"-Wow, wait! No, no more! I think it's gone!

"Hey, he said it's gone! He hasn't got it. Hurry up, quick winner."

"Give it to me, give me that Dortos sandwich!

"You've got to be kidding me, Soitz is an Atashi!

"I choose this ampoule because it's a corner."

"I can't do this any more. Huh!!

Apparently there is now an ugly battle on the walls by the Jalapeco knights. The girl on the payroll has a cute scream in front of the hungry beast, but it's unlikely I'll be able to get in very much help.

Or it seems like it's too late for something. Her bread had been completely devoured, and it seemed, sold out. Even if I haven't witnessed that scene, I can imagine it's just a noisy voice.

"Ugh... the Spartans are as rough as ever..."

I lost so much, I made a trick and a small footstep whining some stupidity and came down the stairs where I was sitting.

A tired voice for a long time is something I'm going to want to unintentionally speak up for encouragement, but you should stop me from doing it. Anyway, it's Othi who freaks me out with tears. I think it's best to shut up and let you through the stairs here, raise your heavy hips and stop at the edge and wait for your paying daughter to pass by.

Just then, I put my back against the walls of the tower, and a little girl appeared, slinging a blue long skirt from the spiral staircase and hanging a box like a cooler box.

"Is that Mia!?

"Ah, Mahogany Kurono"

The young face with the colour of sweat and fatigue is brunette red eyes. He is undisputed and wears an ancient demon king, Mia Ellord himself, wearing a mockingbird's coat and a white headscarf on clothes like the Alliance's supplied clothes.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Mia have a skirt since we first met in an alley in the Glades. Yeah, the paycheck outfit, too, looks odd. Rubbed by the rough waves of the Sparda Knight, it feels like a pretty girl of thin fortune on the whole.

"Why are you here, or what are you doing?"

"You know, I tried to bring you a plug, and I've got a lot for you..."

"You're wacky that it was all taken."

You mis-selected the route, Mia. If you'd come up from below, you wouldn't have gotten tangled up with both the Jalapeco knights.

"Somehow, I only left one."

Two more seconds, Mia fishes Gossogoso for the box lowered from her shoulder, crushing the words to the effect that if she was delayed in breaking through the siege of the Spartan army, she would have been wiped out.

"No, one is enough. Thanks for taking the time."

"I'm sorry, I only have bread."

Chikuwa-pan... I didn't expect to hear that name in this other world. Did the Earl of the Red Wing make this for me too? Or did you go beyond time and space with God's transcendent abilities and buy it in Japan? It seems possible and scary.

"Oh, thanks."

While I filled my head with doubt, I received the bread I had been offered.

Well, whatever. This also feels like a nostalgic hometown flavor, which would rather be a thankful plug in.

"Well, I'll have it"

"Go ahead!"

I ate some bread, staring into the red eyes.

"Go ahead -"

Crimson eyes, stare, stare.

"... half, you want some?

"What!? Are you sure? Thanks!

So, Mia and I ate half of the bread together. Inside the chikuwa, which was pinched all over the bread, the tuna mayo was packed. Truly, it tastes nostalgic.

"So, what's going on this time? Go out of your way to dress like that."

"They suspect it's your usual uniform, don't they?

"Shouldn't you have made yourself fit like an apprentice magician?"

I'll do it next time.

Haha, and smile bitterly, then turn your red gaze on me again. Now hey, serious face.

"I wonder why you said no."

"I knew you were listening"

"Because it's God."

Do you think my words and actions are being monitored? Not really, you can't imitate embarrassment.

"I fought today and found out. I haven't finished my battle yet."

"You were worried a little bit."

Is that a prospect, too? God has no match for me.

"I was confident I wouldn't shake it... it's that zama"

In the end, I only missed the Daedalus warrior once. Shortly after, they were burned by Fiona, though.

"My pity for the enemy kills me. I never get lost on the battlefield - that's what I was taught first."

"You mean the basic mindset. I couldn't."

"That's not true. I got right back on my feet, so I can give you enough pass scores. Normally, you stop thinking or stop thinking."

Losing emotions, paralyzing minds, that kind of thing is a natural defensive reaction for people to stay sane, Mia says. I've seen so many of them in the life of the Demon King that I can't seem to tell them otherwise.

"But Mahogany Kurono, you can kill people without running away, without forgetting, without going crazy, without being sane. Suffer thoughtlessly, but let them kill even innocent people if they see them as enemies."

"I don't know if that's right."

"No, you're right. Because if you don't..."

The white breath exhaled from the small mouth represents the cold of this place as it is. But now, at this time, above all, the cold is Mia, the face of the ancient demon king.

"The Apostle cannot be killed"

I never asked what it meant. No, should I say I couldn't?

I have nothing better to say than shut up and engrave that word on my chest as it is.

"Yeah, I figured you were right to say no to that story. This time, anyway, because we should concentrate on killing the Apostle"

"I don't know if it's coming out yet. No, maybe Mia, you know what I mean?

"Yeah, I don't know either. It is impossible to guess the apostolic trend, even with the blessing of the prophetic and prophetic systems from the black gods."

Does it mean that the White God hides, directly, the movement of the Apostle? Most importantly, there is no point in thinking because it is already a matter of strife between gods, a realm that is completely unknown to men.

The point is, there's no convenient way to read ahead, just settle for the obvious result.

"Well, now you don't have to come out with an apostle, it looks bad"

"I'm also surprised you pulled out a man-made heavy machine (power loader). I thought it would be more of a future for me to move on this earth again..."

"It's beyond modern magic technology, you mean?

"I can handle it if I just move it. But restoring it to that state we call" Full Tune, "well, if magic develops like this, it'll take thirty years at the earliest."

I see, is it a wack of thirty years of future technology to manoeuvre fast in that booster? As soon as possible, that means we're going to need a magical technical breakthrough two or three times in the meantime. Sure, I think that's about the best performance I've ever flown.

"Can I ask you something about Taurus?

"I can't answer that...... I was supposed to, but I can tell you a little bit and let you hear it. I don't know how I was able to restore it to full tune, but now that it's happening, we can talk about it to this level."

You mean the restriction of information by God's rules has slowed down? Reality, in other words, depending on our discoveries and inventions, the information in the field to which it is subjected is unlocked. Is that the kind of system? I do not leave the hypothetical domain, but I feel that it is not far away even if it does not hit me.

"Is there a weakness in me?

"Though Taurus is not for combat use, it's built to be sturdy enough to operate in harsh environments. It's not a flawed design, like weaknesses on the table."

Well, that's true. Realistically, we should deliberately make shovel cars and dump cars that are thin and brittle like paper only in part. There's such a convenient weakness to aim at as much as the boss character of the game set in the premise of defeating it.

"Really, because you keep moving, even with a rather unscrupulous maneuver. I had a good reputation for being unbreakable."

"Maybe you've been on it?

"There have been many times. Because I have the highest license (Omega Class License) for manned heavy machinery (Power Loader)!

Eh, it's bad for Mia with a thin chest, but I'm not sure what's awesome. Um, I have a big license or a ship license, does that feel like it?

"Oh, yeah, that's amazing."

"Yeah! If you let me fly that taurus, you can turn Fortress Galahad into a pile of rubble in five minutes!

"No, don't break it."

"But, you know, it's really amazing. It's unusual for people to be able to fly both human heavy machines (power loaders) and warrior machines (nightframes)."

"What's a warrior aircraft (nightframe)?

"... ah!?

There's no more. "Shit!" Mia with the face. Apparently, God, the rules have made me run a word out of my mouth that I shouldn't say.

"Lily told me that a man-made heavy machine (power loader), as its name suggests, is just a working machine. Then I figured you had a machine for combat."

I know, but I couldn't do what I didn't ask. 'Cause you care.

"Is that what warrior planes (nightframes) are?"

"Yes, make up your mind you didn't hear that now! Hey, please!

Because I'll do anything - and Mia, who just bows her head in tears, makes me want to make a terrible prank - but let's not. If I do it, it's going to be irrevocable. God, criminally.

"I get it. In the meantime, I hope no real combat robots show up."

"At least I've never been unearthed before in my history. At best, maybe part of the part."

"Are you saying there's not one more plane left?

"I think there's still a lot left in the ruins everywhere. However, because the access to the hangar (craft hanger) is special, I can't even find it - so this story is not working!

I thought you started talking to yourself, what a wild scratch you can't get in. Yes, I'll leave Mia to observe with half a laugh, desperately trying to finish the conversation.

"But right. So there are not many places where ancient ruins have not yet been discovered. Could this Galahad fortress, or do you know what this place was originally?

"Yeah, I know, but - uh, I guess this is still a secret, too"

Does that mean that there was simply a mountain village, a place of detention, something not legitimate?

The Great Wall of Galahad hears that that huge front gate part was a relic. There are no other prominent buildings, just large doors and parts of the wall remaining. It was built in this strangely open place.

The most powerful view seems to be that this was also the fortress that sealed off the Galahad Mountains at the time... I felt this way secretly.

He said it was like that experimental facility that modified my body.

Nothing, I saw something that reminded me of that place. I don't think so, but I felt strange. The large doors and walls do not quench the invasion of the enemy, but are not meant to trap those who are within it? Such an imagination accidentally crossed my mind.

Well, what was this place, it doesn't matter now?

"It's all about secrets."

"I'm sorry."

"It's nothing. So, how far can we talk about Taurus?

"Um, well, let's start with..."

That's how I was taught how to fly a Taurus by Dr. Mia, who seems to have the highest operating license (Omega Class License).

"- So, at times like this, when you gag around there, it's okay because you're googling me!

Unfortunately, I didn't understand it at all.

Please, give me some more useful information, God...