Kuro no Maou

The day is still the 16th of the dark moon. Night.

Even in the blazing blizzard, inside the giant tent, the field command of the Crusaders' Third Army, was as warm as the mansion that torched the fireplace.

"- Absolutely, it's an abominable snowstorm! If the weather hadn't collapsed, we could have attacked and ravaged the walls."

Brave voices are raised by Baron Hellman, one of the officer executives who leads the Third Army. The all-over silver armor (full plate mails) is a classic and coveted knight's outfit in the Sinclair Republic.

It has a good physique with a protruding belly, but it looks strange because this middle-aged man is the commander of the war? Or is it the fruit of the tearful efforts of artisans tailored for bespoke armor?

"Well, I wouldn't deviate from that. Maybe it was God's will that hit the blizzard here"

Somewhere to spare and gracefully answer is Count Bergunt, commander of the Third Army.

A skinny but tight body, he rightly deserves the countenance to sit in an elbow chair with long legs together. It is a dompisha in the image of the aristocrats held by the people of Ichii, such as where the hot wine is poured on a delicate glass tilted with their right hand.

"Already, a hole was drilled in the wall. Enchanted golems also still have more than ten planes left. That giant wall, the greatest difficulty, is not enough to be afraid of at the earliest."

Niyali, and to a laugh with certainty of victory, the assembled aristocratic officers speak out in agreement.

"My lord, I have a suggestion to make for a night raid within this evening. We also have a hands-on assassin unit in our army, so why not confuse the Demons a little?"

Bergunt replies immediately to the suggestion thrown by one of the officers.

"It is useless. There's no need for extra flattery than the advantage of war here."

"So what about interfering with wall repairs? I was wondering if even a chimeric soldier could be expected to be effective."

Another officer made a statement.

Bergunt stirred up a glass of wine before responding.

"No, let's not. Chimera soldiers still remain anxious about control. Plus, I lost more than half of it in today's fight. Rather than sporadically crushing it here, it would be an effective use to cut ahead and open a breakthrough during the next simultaneous attack."

"You're right. The boulders, my lord, are very and very unpretentious!

"Ha ha, your plan wasn't so bad either. Be confident."

With thankful compliments to the young officer in charge of the next generation, Bergunt is intoxicated by the flavor of wine and the prevailing situation more than expected.

"As soon as the blizzard clears, our army's main unit will finally launch a total attack. Look, gentlemen, these are the three places we should be after."

Point to an abbreviated map of Bergunt spread over the table. It is an enlarged map of the fortress of Galahad and its surroundings, the point where it is now precisely a battlefield.

On the map are arranged white pawns showing their own armies. Infantry, cavalry, magicians, heavy knights, and heavenly horse knights - the types of soldiers were also divided into large clusters.

On those faces are black pawns showing the army of the demons. Underneath it is written down as far as the walls of the Great Wall of Galahad and the terrain beyond it, the arrangement of the building, etc. can be seen. The information on Fortress Galahad is a combination of what we actually observed in today's battle and what the Daedalus army held from the beginning. Most importantly, it is easy to understand from the air, and it is unknown to the inside of the fortress.

However, the amount of information was sufficient to devise a strategic strategy in this way.

Bergunt then pointed to three points in turn, in the walled part, with red bat marks showing the two places where the enchanted golem had drilled, and a picture of the front door.

"Given the number of our troops, we can attack three places at the same time. Well, let's talk about who's in charge and where. Heh, it's been a long night."

Cut out like that, I'm the one who raises my voice one after the other, the officers who want to handle it.

The Third Army is a coalition of nobles. The kung fu is more directly linked to one's interests than to knights. The First Army and the Second Army, made up of private soldiers from the Church, are also likely, but they will have a more intense hands-on feud within their peers.

"- Hmm, that's hard to decide."

Keep listening to the officers' hot appeals for an hour. Still, no conclusions were drawn.

"Your enthusiasm was well conveyed, but the truth is, I have a better idea than ever before."

The more intoxicated he turned, Bergunt cut out his own measures in a good mood.

In other words, the conclusions were drawn from the beginning.

"It's a bad time for you and your Excellency to talk to you about your own measures."

To Hellmann's joking words, Bergunt replies, rather smiling in an upbeat mood instead of damaging him.

They have a long relationship across the public and private sectors because the territories are adjacent to each other. Any kind of deliberate interaction is yours. The conversation progresses smoothly thanks to your shame.

"Well, don't tell me that. In this battle, I want to give you a chance to fight once... but I believe you will be convinced too"

To the somewhat confident words of the Count, the officers are zazzled by such feelings as half anxious to expect.

"Ho ho, that's a helvetian saint girl who hears rumors -"

Bergunt called the man, controlling his statement with his hand that there was already a verse in mind.

"Come in, Lienfeld."

"- Yes."

The voice of a clear response echoed indoors everywhere.

The moment she shows up, it's breathtaking, like, unexpectedly. Dressed in a pure white coat, beautiful and pathetic, to its appearance.

"Good day, crusader officers. I'll see you first. I (I) Lienfeldt Aria Helvetia Bergunt -"

Yes, it was the brunette girl who bowed her head respectfully.

Dark hair (brunette) itself, although slightly rare in the Republic, is not found all over the city.

However, her appearance falls into a very rare category because both her beautiful and circular eyes are colored in pitch-black like darkness at night.

Yes, she had dark hair and dark eyes.

"Some of you already seem to know, let me introduce you, it's my daughter"

So prestigious, Bergunt has dark green hair that reflects the wind's primordial magic, pale emerald eyes. To say father and daughter, too, its appearance doesn't look alike.

But none pointed it out on this occasion more than the Count himself introduces it as his "daughter".

"My daughter Rinfeld has a demon from Alsace sitting in her seat, I'm going to take care of the left-wing hole of the enemy."

"Wow, it's cold! I knew you should have stopped coming, Tsumiki!

He was speaking such a vain voice toward his partner, who didn't even want to be with him, exposed to the blowing wind and snow.

Eighth Apostle Eye, her actions are always just a hit. Now there's no reason why she's roaming late at night freezing in the snowstorm, other than somehow, because she couldn't sleep.

"Ha, I think it's better to have an attic, because there's a whorehouse."

You should be a girl as you look, but what came out with that little mouth is a dialogue similar to a male crusader soldier who has lust.

"At this hour, Sylvia, I wish I had brought you here, right?

Even as I inquired about the red-haired big titted beauty, Griffon Baby in her arms showed no reaction. The eyes of an inorganic raptor, even a child, who will already be the face of an eagle, only reflect his Lord.

"Oh - it's cold - I want to warm up - I want to rub - I want to suck - I want to be pinched - No"

Screaming for impurities everywhere, Eye grilled his face to the torso of a lion in a griffon in both hands for warmth. Unfortunately, there are no tits full of dreams there.

Tsumiki seems annoyed and tries to wriggle resistance against the ravenous Lord by twisting his limbs.

"- Hey, there! There's someone out there!

That's when I heard a sharp warning.

Spartan troops, then, of course, are your fellow crusader soldiers.

"Wow, if I did, I'd have come to the aristocratic position before I knew it."

Miscellaneous soldiers and generals alike tend to be camp in such field positions, but the distinction between the two is nevertheless well established.

Especially so that even if ambushed, they are not immediately attacked, a cadre of officers, including the Earl of Bergunt, in the centre, in its concentric circle, line up so that knights and soldiers can defend the Quartet. Regardless, it is not only the enemy who is alert, but also the allies who have aroused weird feelings.

"Don't be so uptight, 'cause whoever gets close to us is as dumb as a drunk."

"But there's a suspicious shadow there..."

"Even the Demons can't move to Matomo during this snowstorm. Even it's cold, so I won't let you waste your strength."

Eye was shitty and traveling, completely oblivious as it was when hunting monsters in the mountains, listening to the exchange of guards who couldn't feel such a jerk. Even without the power of the Apostle, this degree of covert action is a triumph.

"Hmm, but it's a corner, so why don't you come in for a second? You can't raise your voice, Tsumiki."

I guess it's you I'm worried about, but when I said it, Tsumiki returned a queer and a tiny squeal from her yellow mouth.

"Ho, go in there!

Laying on his four legs like a beast, Eye advanced over the crisp snow. A walk without sound leaves no bills or footprints on wonder and fresh snow. Cockroaches across the kitchen, however.

No one will discover what it looks like. In this darkness and blizzard, there were as many guard blind spots and so on.

When I looked around Kyorokyoro without fear, there was red light everywhere on the tent. The average soldier is at rest for a long time, but the great nobleman seems to love to stay up late, even in such a battlefield.

Something like right and good status? He's carrying a beautiful knight who called him an escort, and you'll enjoy it.

"... you want to punch an arrow in the sacred element."

I didn't have a voice to answer the tired face inquiry.

"Nevertheless, Command is in the middle of a liquor platter named Military Council. Good to see you, too, Osama."

What entered the eyes of the eye is something big at one time or another in this crowd of tents. The surroundings are rigorous with fully armed knights on double and triple alert. If even Eye stays this close to inadvertently, they will notice an elite sharp perception of the signs.

Most importantly, as an eye, it's full of flattery, and I can't be very interested in the content of the less fruitful operational meetings. Anyway, if the snowstorm clears, we'll launch a total offense, that's about all we can conclude.

"You don't seem to have much to harvest. Time to go home."

And that was when I made a change of direction while crawling on all fours.

- Yes, well, if you'll excuse me, Father.

Out of the tent came a girl.

"Mmm, that girl..."

He is dressed in the white coat of the Crucifixion, but he is not a Sister. Bespoke for combat, not dark blue monastic clothing, but specializing in the exercise of light magic, no matter how you look at it.

If you're coming to the battlefield, there's nothing strange about having a sister or a priest or healer (Priest) dressed in such an armed coat.

But what caught Eye's eye was his appearance.

"Damn, I'm the rumored Holy Girl of Helvetia is the guy...... she looks cute, but her tits are small"

Eye divulges her honest thoughts as she stares at its stony chest. If that's the bust size of the Third Apostle Michael-class, reveal the Apostle's identity. But "Let me rub it!" It was no rush to ask, "but I did not have to imitate that against her, the poor.

"Nevertheless, dark hair, dark eyes..."

I finally take my gaze off my chest and my eyes go to the girl's most distinctive color. If you look at that black, there's only one person in your brain that comes to mind.

"Hey, I think we should let the exploration in"

As such, Eye follows Lynnfeld, a brunette girl who even makes her feel elegant just by walking, with a hidden cockroach walking method.

"... oops"

Along the way, Eye stopped moving perfectly and lay down to bury herself in the snow.

I blush my ears and listen to Lienfeldt and his knight. It's not the magic of picking up sounds using wind attributes, it's a technique that is somewhat close to martial arts, where small sounds are also accurately heard and also heard amongst murmurs. This, too, is not an apostolic ability, but a complete self.

"- What is it, Sebastian?

"I felt my gaze...... apparently, it was my fault"

"We can't help but get our attention. You won't have to worry too much about it."

"Thank you very much."

So they walked out again in the snowstorm, perhaps in the direction where their tent would be. Indeed, as Lienfeldt said, the soldiers who hit the alert see her sparkling with an extraordinary atmosphere.

"Phew, you handsome bastard like that Sebastian, you're sharp there"

Does this mean that Dada is not escorting Miss Bergunt alone? It's not just an escort, it's called an escort maid, I guess, an escort butler.

The blonde Bigeye butler youth is an unmistakable aesthetic alongside the beautiful Countess, but for Eye it does not attract interest just because of its appearance. Well, if it's a man, it's not.

So much less, the two arrived at the tent.

I feel that it is too tight for the Countess to use. But if it's a personal tent in such a far-flung battlefield, maybe it's something like this.

However, the fact that not a single soldier of the security is visible makes me feel obviously uncomfortable.

I was suspicious to be alone, and I saw Lienfeldt and Sebastian go inside, and I slowly approached him to find out what was going on inside.

"Huh!? What is this... the invisible wall... I mean, the junction?

Eye touched the colorless transparent wall, which suddenly appeared in front of him as he patched his blue eyes, no, maybe it was there from the beginning.

Its junction, which is more transparent than glass, simply gives a hard feel to the fingertips touched, with no other feeling of heat or coolness.

To observe, this transparent wall covers the tent of Lienfeld in a circle of about ten meters in radius - no, a piece of it is a square of thirty meters. Inside, the eye immediately analyzed that it did not pass any blizzard fierceness, and that it was a quiet thing that would block the sound, even if it did not set fire to it.

"Oh, well, this is the 'Cathedral Realm (Sanctuary)' guy...... I see it's not a lie to be the user of Dimensional Magic (World Dimension), I mean, if this is all it is, it's apostolic. This is where Osama comes in."

Eye that caresses around the surface of the junction with a thrill, as hey impressed.

"Well, I'm no match for a real apostle. - Hey!

The colorless junction disappeared without sound at that moment with a tung and fingertips. It's big enough for a bent eye to pass through critical.

"Phew, you mean I don't need security because I have it. But I can't be too alarmed, ma'am."

With an invincible grin, Eye approaches Zunzun and the tent. In that, there are only two flattering young men and women. Now, would you like to scandalize the young lady, who is a republican rumor under two names: the Holy Girl of Helvetia and the Great Layer, with all her downward care curiosity, it was then that she stood ear to ear?

"Ha-ha-ha, that sucks... hey, Sebastian, you really got to fight."

"Hey Lynn, I heard that when you left the mansion. Don't make me ask you the same foolishness."

"Oh, come on, let me just be silly...... oh, I can't, really, I can't anymore!

"Don't rattle me now. It's ugly. We've been scattered, bandits and monsters, but with that unruly 'cathedral junction'."

"It's not all force majeure! I (Atashi) just got caught up in it, who likes war and I don't know... I mean, what the hell, Alsace devil... what the hell does that super-jerk look like, damn it, that fucking father do something about it! I'm going to die, and now I'm going to die!!

What was heard from within the tent was the stupidity and shouting of all sorts of bad feelings that I could not refuse to hear with a colourful voice.

"Wow... she was this kind of daughter..."

Even if it's invisible, I can imagine that brunette holding her head and groping around. Or is it really rolling around because it actually sounds like a doozy.

"I've come this far already, so give up."

"I can't. No, I'm leaving. I'm leaving."

"I know you can go back to the mansion."

"Fine, nothing like that... it's enough to go back to the original slum orphanage again"

"That would really be impossible, though. There's no place for you to go anymore."

"Sebastian... give me a cigarette instead of that"

"Shit, this is why slum-raised women... up to three bottles, it's gonna take a lot of work to get rid of the smell."

Good thing I don't have eyes, to the Holy Girl who exposes me to ugliness everywhere, Eye's expression has become indescribably subtle, like seeing a very unfortunate child.

"Sebastian, bring the wine too - not the wine, but the barley (ale)"

"Just one drink."

"Yeah - Kechi, no!

"Ugh, who do you think you're gonna be when you crush it?"

"I want to drink it until it crumbles, I mean, I have to drink it, like this!

Thus, after confirming that the jock had begun serving alcohol alone with one hand, Eye gently followed the scene.

"There are many things in the world that make you happier not to know, Tsumiki"