Kuro no Maou

"Wow, hey, hey, here it is. Isn't it pretty bad!?

"It's okay, don't make a scene. Remember where you stand."

I complained of an impending crisis from right in front of me, not hesitating to bang Sebastian's shoulder, which was only turning into a cool white knight looking to stand next door.

I recall my position with such a glance and attention from his wobbly face. In the meantime, I only worked on the surface to avoid upsetting the soldiers around me before speaking up again.

"But you're right in front of me."

I still have a lot of experience dealing with monsters, bandits and heathens in Helvetian territory. I'm not a weak maiden, a little or softly freaked out.

"Well, I do have momentum -"

I guess I also have to admit as Sebastian that the small size of the Spartan army that is now pushing through the middle of the Crusades is tremendously powerful. That's exactly what a dead soldier is.

I've heard rumors about being brave and resolute and strong. Spartan troops, but apparently that proves to be an indisputable fact in its present progression. No, not only the Spartan Knight, but even the Adventurer, is a hell of a gut because he's dying but he keeps fighting crazy. Honestly, I want that to stop.

"- It's only a matter of time before it's all gone."

Full of creativity, even the expression is not enough. Especially bad, such as an elf big man pushing the lead. I mean, it's a serious goth in a beauty shape and a famous elf...... give me back my dream.

The whole body is painted with blood, and the armor, which would have shined bright red in the original, is dos blackened. The golden shield, which didn't just seem flashy, was also lacking like a moon hiding in the clouds due to a series of martial arts hits by a powerful heavy knight (Armor Knight).

Only the red spear he keeps waving is shining bright red with fresh blood, but it also breaks, one more blow or two?

And the same goes for the minor survivors of the famous Sparda heavy infantry in Daedalus, wrapped in matching red armor. Even for me, whose battle insights are dull, it can be inferred that their health and magic are close to their limits. One would just have the strength to keep fighting until he dies.

"But that black guy and the big guy, he's still fine. You're killing me with great momentum..."

A black swordsman wielding a black sword in a black coat and a powerful golem gently wielding a giant mace and shield. Those two breakthroughs were jumping through.

Whenever a swordsman waves a disastrous black knife, the neck or hands and feet of a heavy knight who should be protected by hard armor fly. If the Golem strikes a Mace blow, the infantry will dance the universe in three or four pieces.

In the midst of a fierce battle, I'm supposed to be somewhat exhausted, but together, I get anxious that it won't get to me like this.

Um, I don't know, you have a bad feeling...

"Hey, don't worry, Lynn, I'll protect you properly!

It wasn't Sebastian who gave me such a powerful reply. He can't be so straightforward and kind to me.

Standing ahead of me when I turned around was the big man with the red hair. Though his face gives way to Sebastian, he is a warrior who, coupled with his successful flesh, can be described as quite beautiful, full of wild charm.

Better than the infantry's standard equipment, the long spear, the two-way carries a large spear with a large swing blade and thickness, and the body wears only shoulder chest armor made of the fur of the winged beast (Griffon), with an emphasis on ease of movement. Underneath this cold sky, even thin gear makes a fine face is a testament to his having an affinity with high fire attributes. He's a hot blooded fool.

"Well, if you're sturdy, you're going to be like a shield."

"You're bluffing too much, Oi!

His name is Jack, who raises his voice in protest, saying he will protect himself. Even though I'm not a knight, as my escort, I'm a drunken man who followed me far from Helvetia.

In fact, he is the leader of the bandits who were roughing up Helvetian territory. Count Bergunt's, rather than my persuasion, led many of the outlawed bandits to return to the peasants, but only Jack was to be hired as my escort, drawing on his skill. Of course, it's not the wacko I wanted. Half-pressed escort. If I say no, you asked me to do it with the kind of momentum that makes me a worse person, so you don't have a choice.

Well, I'm not as brainy as Sebastian, but I've pretty much dealt with the Helvetian knights on my own. That combat ability is sure. Count Bergunt also admitted his strength. Rather than hiring a bad knight, I can count on you as an escort.

"Haha, he said he didn't count on Jack at all! Lynn, I'm the one protecting you!

Shards and rising laughter are so young that they are misplaced on this battlefield. I mean, the Lord of that voice is really a child.

When you lower your gaze from the horse, the first thing you see is the tip of a giant hammer. The sledgehammer, just intended to crush enemies with steel hardness and weight only, makes them feel boneless everywhere.

But beneath that metal mass is the face of an adorable boy too disproportionate to a giant hammer. Fluffy blonde hair, crisp large eyes glow emerald green. That appearance, which is confusing with the girl, deserves to be dubbed a positively red-handed beautiful boy.

Besides, the outfit is a white robe with a fancy design with a hood with a face like a bear that doesn't look good when you have a rabbit on it. Well, it's what I bought half of what I saw at the Daedalus store.

The strange monster fur, like Pandora's inherently seemingly rabbit bear, is fuzzy when done, and seems to be just excellent cold resistant, but at least, not the equipment that crusader soldiers should be wearing. Even boys and soldiers are paid proper surcoats and chainmails. Neither did I. I didn't expect you to wear it to the battlefield.

So my face and clothes are cute, but the giant hammer on my back makes me look even different, terribly unbalanced.

"Elio, please, don't buzz your allies."

This kid's name is Elio.

My real brother isn't a wack, but I'm pretty sure he's my brother's kind of relationship, like calling me Sister Lynn. In short, one of the orphanage kids I took care of. He is a super problematic kid who jumps through and causes trouble, even among a bunch of badly behaved fucking kids.

"Yeah, a heavy knight would be okay to hit it a little bit, wouldn't it?

Open your mouth and this is it. Do it well, even if you ask me to be cute, it would be creeping on my skeleton that it doesn't work for me. No, natural and doing it is the horrible thing about this kid.

For now I just take a small sigh of "ha" and give up stabbing any more nails. If you can tell by saying it, I haven't had this much difficulty. The only good child is his face.

Yes, this is what is making me struggle so far because Elio is not a normal child.

What to hide, this kid, he's just like me... no, he's given talent by God more than that. Its ability is simplicity and clarity, or 'power'.

While he looks like a luxurious kid, he lives in it with superhuman arm power enough to throw ten adults together. It's like being born with 'Arm Strengthen (Forth Boost)'. Most importantly, given Elio's rate of increase in power, it doesn't even extend to advanced "Maximum Arm Strength (Vols Erboost)".

So Elio hasn't mastered martial arts or magic from Matomo, but if he wields a hammer with his previous superpower, that alone turns him into a thousand warriors. No, with the innocence and cruelty of that child, a battle that blows both enemies and allies together might be called the Mad Warrior (Berserker).

You can't leave a kid like that in Helvetia. The only person who can hold Elio's reins is me, who has lived with him in a church that is no longer there. Elio protects me, and I bake Elio's care. Really, he's like a laborious brother.

"Rest assured, Mr. Lynn. I'll fix it when I have to."

Following Elio in a serene tone was a gentle looking priest commensurate with his voice.

Eyeglasses on soft eyelids host intelligent light in blue hair like a great ocean plain that shines beneath the blue sky. Dressed in a white crucifix coat just like me, he is a true elite priest entrusted with the Central Church of Helvetia at a young age.

"Don't spoil me too much anymore, Conrad,"

But my language is as different as the rest of the men.

Speaking of crucifixion, Conrad, who officially holds the position of chief priest, is more overwhelming than I, who is just a sister, and I'm simply older... I don't know why, because I realize it, like this.

Funny, when I baptized Aria's holy name, I was communicating with her in a proper manner. Something's wrong, and I'm probably stuck with his kindness and sweet, too.

Thus, when you told me that you were going to follow the crusader expedition, I quickly said, "Regards! I said." Because this man, healing magic is amazing, and besides, he is also an amazing magician class who can also use the original magic (original) of powerful water attributes.

"I'm just following Mr. Lynn to make sure he doesn't get annoyed. Elio, I'll preach exactly what you've done."

"Help me, Sister Lynn! These glasses are bullying me!

"Oh, please. Then you can skip the rice."

"Sister Lynn!

"Nevertheless..."

Ignoring Elio, who begs for help with a cute crying face, listens to Conrad's words with his expression clenched.

"What's going on?

"That black-clothed swordsman… probably a vampire (vampire)"

"What, that famous vampire (vampire)?

But if I do say that the man's identity is, I'm also convinced of the strength of slashing and laying this heavy knight down. Seeing that vampires (vampires) have never used the dark magic they seem to be good at, maybe they still have some leeway.

"With vampires (vampires), it might be a little dangerous"

I felt Sebastian's atmosphere get sharper by one step.

"Don't be afraid, the unclean undead is for me, the priest."

"Conrad, maybe you're going?

To my inquiry, he nods forcefully. I know that Conrad has just stood around well within the Church, and he hasn't risen to the rank of chief priest.

In Helvetia, with me, he plays a great part in monsters and bandits, and in that, and especially in pagan crusades. He is a true priest, who not only prays for God's help in a safe place, but also carries out his true service to God of discussing the Demon Nation with his own hands.

"Lynn, I think we can leave this place to Priest Conrad."

"Either way, you're not gonna ask me if I stop you, are you?

Conrad now has the same eyes as he did when the heathen fronted the caged Azit. He's serious.

"Thank you, Mr. Lynn. You can always see it by purifying the bad undead."

As if it were my faithful minister, I sent Yale to Conrad, who bows his head respectfully, with a slight pull: "Ugh, yeah, good luck".

But, well, if Conrad's going to tail that nasty looking Samurai vampire, I can't be more relieved.

"Come on, just Priest Sama. Aren't you cheating? Well? Let me fight, too!

"Yes, I want someone to play with!

Bloody Jack and waggy Elio are pointing their mouths at dissatisfaction. Yeah, troublesome bastards. This is why a man is...

"Yes, yes, I get it. Then Jack is that tough bloody elf big man. Elio does the stupid big golem thing."

Well, these two would be the right people.

"Heh, okay, from what I've seen, the bastard is the general's head."

"Thank you Sister Lynn! That big golem doesn't seem to break easily if I'm serious!!

Jack holds the big spear and Elio takes on the hammer. We're both jealous. I'm just a little sympathetic to Osama Elf and Golem, who can make me deal with this.

"Okay, Lynn? If you thin the guard too much, it can happen in case. There's only one left."

"If you have one, you'll be fine. You'll feel safer beating those three sooner than later. As it were, the damage over here was too great. Heavy knights aren't critical either."

Sebastian's words are good, but they also make sense to me.

The boulder Sebastian doesn't make fun of my words, either, as usual, and, um, he takes it seriously.

"Sure, we're all three freaking out, and we can do better to beat the shit out of this place with the momentum"

Besides, Sebastian continues, the attack on the key walls is long overdue.

"The Alsace devil is a man, isn't he, Ale?"

Not sure in the distance, but I could confirm that only one black figure was stopping the infantry assault. Tight, scaffolding the staircase of the junction I built, killing Zorozolo and the infantry climbing around with some sort of unsure attack magic.

"You're lucky he was in the junction."

"What are you talking about, it sucks you have to deal with a guy like that"

"Against one of those demons, this one can be attacked by the whole army. I'm not sure I have any more hands."

I know what Sebastian is trying to say. Perhaps, in anticipation of this, Count Bergunt hit me on this spot.

Alsace demon that they just let the Daedalus occupation of the Crusaders Second Army be obstructed by just a hundred small men or annoyed the hands of both apostles. If you take that man away, it'll be a good publicity for the Third Army. Above all, morale must also soar on this occasion.

"Well, that's right, what..."

Rationally, I know this is the best. Although some sacrifices will be made, there is no single element this one loses. I'm sure he's a mighty enemy, but under the present circumstances of a lonely struggle, he can be described as a better prey than any other.

But I wonder why.

I can't help but notice that every time I put that man in my sight... I don't like it, I have a feeling...

"Ha... war, I wonder if it will end soon..."