Kuro no Maou

The territory of Helvetia, ruled by the Earl of Bient Dominic Helvetia Bergunto, is a relatively rich land, located in the western part of the Sinclair Republic. Although distant from the Holy City of Elysion, the climate is warm and the development of the territory is remarkable, thanks to the fertile earth, the lush mountains, as well as the sea, which is at the heart of the deal. The contemporary Count, too, is still a young man in his forties, yet his internal affairs skills are glorious.

How much power the Count and the realm have will be understandably enough, since they won the seat of Commander-in-Chief of the Crusaders Third Army on the Pandora Expedition.

Count Bergunt, who is now about to make a leap since the development of the Helvetian territory, was hit by numerous misfortunes in the territory until just before he announced his participation in the expedition.

It is the great outbreak of monsters, the bandits that have flown from the rough neighboring realm, and the long-submerged pagan rebellion, The Count of Bergunt, the boulder, was also in crisis when, indeed, all three dangerous forces appeared almost simultaneously in the territory.

If you turn to your soldiers to save the village that will be attacked by monsters, you will meet an ambush of bandits on the way. Arrowheads who managed to regain their posture and resume their march, while being sporadically razed with supplies, now pagans are attacking us, so much so that no less of the situation has happened.

The Helvetian Knights, who did not fail to train from day to day, although neither the table nor defeat, their strength was galloping and steadily forced to exhaust. And above all, what tormented the Count was the loss of one son, who had been raised as a successor, in the battle against the heathen.

Even if an important heir dies in battle, the intermittent raids everywhere will not subside. Peaceful and rich territory becomes a rough pattern in Russia. The anxiety we raise every day, we don't see the way forward in solving it, and we accelerate our distrust of the lord -

In the meantime, one girl suddenly appeared.

Beautiful maiden with dark hair and dark eyes. He is a sister dressed in a pure white coat.

Its name is Lynnfeld.

She was the daughter of Count Bergunt, which was largely made public. Most of all, when it comes to mere concealer discovery, it wouldn't have been a big deal.

But it was not her beauty, but her unmatched ability, that made Rinfeldt so far as the Holy City of Elysion to be bombarded with its name that there was no stranger in the territory.

Cathedral Junction (Sanctuary). The original magic (original), so called, was so powerful that it was not awakened by the apostle, with the blessing of a white God.

With her power, she exterminated the monsters, destroyed the bandits, and destroyed the abominable heathen army. Less than a year after the advent of Lienfeld, the Helvetic realm regained peace.

Having accomplished such a miraculous feat, and because of his beautiful and holy appearance, Lienfeldt became known naturally and as such. Holy Girl of Helvetia, and.

My name is Lynn. Sinclair is a regular Sister apprentice everywhere. It is also a Sister Moddoki who has not even been baptized by Matomo, who serves in the little filthy ombolo church of Slam Street, not where the white and sparkling cathedral, the Cathedral, the Cathedral, in Elysion, comes only about orphans and beggars.

I know I'm in a frigid position myself, but for me, an orphan with no parents, well, I guess it's reasonable. I was abandoned by this church, and by the time I was mindful, with the orphans who were rearing, being, and being cared for here, they had taken away the black bread on the table.

When his fellow orphans of the same age turn fifteen, he just leaves here and either never comes back to thin hearts or dies before adulthood. Even at fifteen, what keeps him here is as much as I, as an ethnicist apprentice, was to take care of a new generation of orphans (kids).

I didn't want to be a wacko. Somehow, it feels like that happened in the stream. Previously cutting up the church, that is, the Sister, who is the parent of my upbringing, is old enough not to be strange when he is called to heaven anymore, to be so old that he can't help himself.

So I had no choice but to feel like a successor, and I've been doing something about the days of taking care of all the fucking kids who just have enough energy. And I thought that would go on forever, and eventually, I had a hunch that I'd be here until I was just as badass as Sister, to say something.

But one day, my noisy but peaceful routine suddenly ended.

"- I'll see you first. I am Sebastian serving the Earl of Bergunt family. By the life of the Count, I have come to receive you."

If I thought a blonde beauty knight had appeared, I was just taken out of the church because it was the Count's order, not sure what it was.

"Oh, you're Lynn, Rinfeld! Oh my god, those black hair and eyes, they're a good copy of her... no doubt, you're my daughter!

"... Yes?

From the bottom-line place called Slam, if you notice, at the Count Bergunt residence, I was embraced by the Lord himself, the Count, in an atmosphere of emotional reunion. No, I mean, I can't keep up with the story at all...

"Well, in short, it's a wacko called the Count's Hidden Child"

And that night, in the given bedroom, Sebastian finally caught up with his understanding of the situation at the stage where he explained it in turn from scratch.

It would be called the secret of one birth. Poor me, actually, lady! Actually princess!? Such stories are a common development in crappy entertainment books like the ones out in Slam Street, and many girls tend to admire them unexpectedly.

But for me, a sensibility that cooled completely in my muscled orphan life for fifteen years, I understood how ridiculous it was to escape reality. Tomorrow's bread is more important than what you dream about, Realist.

I didn't know I'd be a real Countess overnight like that...

"Actually, I don't know if it's true."

"Really? That Count, I was so impressed by something alone."

"If you're a nobleman, you're as good as acting. Looks like you've had a lot of fever... Either way, you're already Count Bergunt's Lady Rinfeld, more than the Count himself hopes to welcome you as his daughter"

"... what the hell is that Lynn, my name is Lynn"

"Sounds like the name the Count was going to give to his birth daughter. Good for you, by a similar name."

"No, it's such an exaggeration... you know, you've got a pretty shattered tone at some point"

"Well, I'm going to be your exclusive escort and butler. You have to go from being an orphan of a slum to being a countess and keep out of shape."

"Huh!? What are you talking about?

"You are now a kid in a slam of ignorance and indoctrination. Starting tomorrow, I'll tap into the courtesy that the Countess deserves."

"... what? Courtesy or manners?

"It's not just about manners, there's as much to remember as there is to learn to dance, even how to brew tea"

Dance is an array, he's the one who surrounds the fireworks at the harvest festival and we all go around gluing appropriately. If only academics could have a gold account to such an extent that second-hand merchants wouldn't fool you, right? It's okay, I'm the best at slamming for the price. And you can do that if you stick your leaves in hot water appropriately for tea. What, it's not easy, spare, spare, hahaha-

"Ha... hey, seriously? I'm not a noble lady."

So you're a noble lady.

All I get is a dry laugh. In one day, the environment surrounding me changed. Give me a break. Return me to that noisy but peaceful life.

"But this stuff is like an omelet. The Earl laid eyes on you, perhaps, because of its original magic -"

"Ha, what are you talking about, me, you can't use magic..."

"Don't be shruggy, I've been working on it for a while. You, you can use the cathedral junction."

"Ha... you've already found out..."

The secret I hold, the only special ability unlike others, that is the cathedral junction (sanctuary).

Even so, it's not that big of a deal. Just because you can deploy arbitrary and transparent defensive magic, you have no attack power whatsoever. To the extent that I, the young maiden, am just the right person to take a wide walk down the back alley of the slum, the magic of protection.

The only person who knows who this magic is is Sister, the parent of the upbringing. Most of all, all I said was that he taught me the great name of the diocesan community (sanctuary) and that it wasn't much like showing people, that he didn't overconfident in its power, and that it was such a mindset.

Now if I were a bloody boy, I would have dreamed of being a knight or a sorcerer with this ability, but I am an ordinary girl who is both sore and scared. Sister didn't have to tell me, I only used it to protect myself in times of need.

But the secret seems to be over.

"From now on, it will be your best job to grow and use this special magic"

"What am I supposed to do when I say that? I've never trained in magic, and I don't know how."

"So we're going to do it. Look, you're going to be enrolled in the Elysion School of Magic in three months."

"... what? What's that, backdoor admission?

"You just have magical qualities, you're a mattomo. Don't worry."

Can you?

Even I have heard the name of the Elysion School of Magic. The fact that the Republic brings together the smartest, most magical people. Even the famous grand aristocrats, legendary knights and, at the end of the day, priests, say they are from this school. No one in the Republic knows.

"Ha... you can't decide, can you..."

I just said, I can't change my destiny anymore. Because the days of misery that overlapped my impotence and impotence began that day.

For three months first, as a lady, I am slammed into a minimum education so that I don't get bored attending college. Only this face is cool, in vain by a handsome livestock escort butler.

The first thing I remember is that this Sebastian was not a well-behaved table manners or a gorgeous dance, but a hell of a belly-black bastard with only an ostentatious face. The Lord's Count is, of course, a handsome knight who throws a soft, refreshing smile at everyone, but only a tattered mouth at me, a hell of a guy who only rumbles at me.

But because I can go back to vegetables or only before him, I don't really hate him. All you have to do is insert cigarettes and alcohol, and I'll thank you.

Then three months later, having somehow evolved in a critical way to the lady Modki, I truly enrolled in the Elysion School of Magic. It was no coincidence that Sebastian also enrolled with me, and I understood at this time that he had become my exclusive because I was anticipating this. Too late to notice.

Anyway, my constant efforts and Sebastian's, oh, you've been nicknamed after me since this time, to lead a high and elite college student through school life, thanks to Sebastian's support.

Thus, my diocesan community (sanctuary) grew, although I still don't know if that was what the Count thought it would be, as it turned out. That's right, great momentum.

If you notice, I was one of the most magical college students of my generation. Upon enrollment, it was rumored that he smashed the magic meter counter with his smashing holdings, beyond even the blue-haired, blonde-eyed, boe-faced witch.

But I wasn't happy to be the best at this. Because my first love was torn because of that always sleepy witch. Unlike Sebastian, I was toasty to him, a 27-year-old bachelor, an intelligent silver-haired magic teacher with really gentle back surfaces and then good glasses. That's right, I bet he's the one with the adult charm. Because I had a teacher, I think I was able to work hard to extremes the cathedral community (sanctuary).

But if you confess on graduation day...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reinfeldt... I already have someone else in mind"

"What!? Oh, my God, who the hell is that, Doctor!

"Oh, that's..."

"Tell me. If that's not a convenient lie to say no to my confession...... I'm not convinced if I don't hear that person's name!

"Fiona Soleil, it's you. I'm going to tell her how I feel after this."

I went back to Helvetia after college crying.

By the way, I don't know what happened to the teacher and that boisterous witch. I don't even want to know. Because such a cool, gentle, strong magic, not to mention that young, college professor and high social status and annual income, no woman would say no to me because I was told by a super good property. Damn, imagining him and his lovely looks, he's still going to wet his pillow with tears with remorse and jealousy. I still meant it to be me.

Anyway, the arrowhead, who returned heartbroken, I was finally to be widely publicized throughout the Helvetian territory as the fruit daughter of Count Bergunt. From the time I was in the college, I had already named Bergunt's family name, but I avoided making it clear that she was the Count's daughter. There was no inconvenience if the more connected relatives, the stance.

But now I can't retreat later, I can't do what I didn't, it's my noble debut.

That's a sudden announcement, so they called for a big ripple, or confusion there... Helvetian territory at the time, not the other way around.

The three forces of monsters, bandits and pagans rave around the place, and the white gods are so desperate to wash them away in the flood by accident.

But it was not the miracle of God, nor the activity of the valiant knights - yes, it was me who extremed the cathedral community (sanctuary).

Nor was the Count suddenly going to put me on the front line. In fact, because I spent the first month or so of my return quietly in the mansion. It's a beautiful church in Helvetia, officially baptized or something. It was also at this time that Aria was given her holy name. Named after Aria, the Virgin Mary, this name is the most popular of women's holy names. Neither possible nor impossible, then the origins are correct, a perfect holy name for me not wanting to stand out. I don't have the commitment, I suppose.

After enjoying a moment of peace just a little like that - that incident happened.

My birth-grown church was burned down when I had an affair with a heathen lurking in Slam Street. The orphans were burned to death by the burning fire of the Red Lotus, and Sister, the raising parent, also traveled to the afterlife to taste the suffering of purgatory. Before she became a Countess, bent over and graduated from the Elysion School of Magic, gained Aria's holy name and became a real Sister, and appeared splendid to me, she died.

So, I killed people for the first time. He killed as many heathens as he could see, using the cathedral junction (sanctuary).

My diocesan juncture (sanctuary) is now as good as I want it to be in scope and intensity. As long as you put it in your sight, you can block your opponent's exit path and squash it in the junction as it is. The point is, it's like a ceiling coming down from above, trapped in a Chamber of Secrets. There's no escape anywhere.

That's how I became very active in the Uccari pagan crusade, and then for some reason, to run around with knights all over Helvetian territory.

Go west to crush monsters, go east to crush bandits.

However, the monsters are easy to deal with because if you defeat them there, they will escape, and the bandits, thanks to the nasty circumstances that led to the murder of the neighboring realm, received a happy resolution for being welcomed as a resident by the generous treatment of the Count.

There was just nothing the heathens could do about it. So I went around completely annihilating them.

And if you realize it, you've brought peace to the realm, a wacko called the birth of the Holy Girl of Helvetia.

"... I'm not kidding."

And as I said, be one page of that new legend, I was to serve on the Pandora Expedition of the Crusades.

"Whatever it is, this time it's all really fucked up"

"Hey, how long have you been crying? The enemy is in front of us now."

Today, the 20th of the Dark Moon. In this region the white dragon's nest, what a great blizzard it is called, finally passed, the blue sky that once again penetrates through, the cloudless sunshine.

The time is just around the time when the college would have its first bell that day. Trembling in the cold air of the morning, I cross the unicorn of my beloved horse, proceeding through the snowfield.

Next door you'll be dressed in silver armor, princely Sebastian and right behind you, fools but dependable companions who have met you in battle so far and have followed me so far.

And further behind it, a large army of crusader soldiers in aligned white surcoats that can no longer be counted.

"Ha..."

In front of me a big sigh of sight, the great walls to look up, protected by a vicious demon clan.

No matter how many holes have been drilled, can we really break through such a high wall? I don't think the Count, the Church, or God who sent down his divinity to fight, is going to be crazy to attack a place like that.

I think, when we get here, there's really nothing more we can do.

Let's get ready, me (Lynn).

"-Come on, you brave crusader soldiers! This opens the curtain of true jihad. Standing by it are pagan men who believe in the enemies of our Lord, the wicked black gods, and evil existential demons. Here today, we give holy judgment to the army of abominable demons, and in the name of the White God, we shoot them down!

I manage not to go wrong shouting the stirring complaint I desperately memorized last night while scrubbing my sleepy eyes.

It's worth the effort, and the crusaders behind you are thrilled. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Honestly, I'm not sure what authority I have to stand at the head of the army and lead the soldiers, but still, they told me to do it, so I'll do my part.

Because if I win this war, I might get my own territory. It doesn't have to be huge, if only there was an area where one house and a field there, and then a few livestock huts could be built. Then, now it is time for me to live a quiet and peaceful life, drawn into its petty self-rule and unrelated to the fights and the thoughts of the aristocracy.

That's my dream and hope now.

So please, Spartan Demons. You're a big man here, you lose.

With such a grumpy self-righteous prayer in my heart, I raised my favorite longscepter (staff) in my hand and shouted to the best of my voice.

"- All armies, assault!