Kuro no Maou

The Crusaders interrupted the fighting and retreated when I captured Rinfeld and stopped getting back to the walls safely.

The offensive was also intense and it still appeared that she could afford the force and continue the siege, but it seems no doubt that she purposefully retreated because she was taken prisoner. I don't know if Reinfeldt's figure itself matters, or if the success of her Operation Wall Attack by the Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary) is important, though that's far from it.

Anyway, the day is still high, but today, the battle on the 20th of the Dark Moon is over.

There were many sacrifices, but they also succeeded in capturing enemy generals and rescuing the three allies, so it would be better for them to fight. In fact, the moment I got back on the wall with my demon hand (bind arts), I was greeted with an enthusiastic cheer from the Spartan army. Breaking the enemy's boundaries and returning after a fierce battle is a sufficient achievement to boost the morale of the soldiers.

Although, as far as I'm concerned, it's more painful to worry about the two of us.

"Already, Chrono, Chrono!

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, don't worry, Lily"

On my lap sitting on my bed, Lily is rambling a lot. Are you blaming me for the unscrupulous assault, or are you happy to be back safe, or both? Like I'm terribly emotional, Lily's been in perfect shape just now.

It was only then that we returned to the walls that we exchanged calmly in adult consciousness, but now that we have returned to the inn room to rest, it is this zama. Oh, it heals.

Until just now, it seems a lie to have stood around in the middle of the enemy line. What heaven is it that is neither spacious nor luxurious, but that you can hang out with a pretty fairy on a clean bed like this? No, I'm not supposed to be killed in action.

"Mr. Lily was really worried. It seemed so disturbing."

"Mmm, Lily, I was firm! When Chrono was in danger, I was waiting so I could fly away right away!

Fiona sits on a chair across the street from the bed and gracefully rinses her hot tea as a zuzuzu. Lily's objections are also like where the wind blows.

"But I'm sorry I couldn't really support you very much"

"No, there was nothing I could do about it. Lily would have been pretty dangerous to fly in and help."

I was able to get to Lienfeld, but it was never a weak defense for the whole crusade. Rather, it should be said that the straight front is the thinnest, falling into the few trapped in the junction. Left and right had formed a pretty strong defensive formation to keep the center where Rinfeld was located from being sidelined from the Spartan army outside the junction.

No matter how many lilies you fly over this formation, you risk being shot down.

Still, if I was in danger at last, you would have come to help me. And it must have been Fiona who held Lily back until that critical time.

"Speaking of which, Fiona knew about that Lienfeldt, didn't she? Is it famous in the republic?

In the first place, it was Fiona's information that was a factor determining what seemed to be a reckless assault operation. I didn't doubt it then, well, it's nothing I still suspect. It's still, again, I think it's something I used to know at pinpoint.

"No, I was a classmate with her. If you look at that ability, it's not surprising that you're now famous in the Republic."

"What classmate... is he from magic school?

"Yes, the real name is Lienfeldt Aria Helvetia Bergunto,"

Aria is the holy name, Helvetia is the name of the territory, Bergunto is the family name. It's like a nobleman - or she's a real noble lady, Fiona says.

"It wasn't much of a table at school, but she's definitely Count Bergunt's daughter."

"Does the Sinclair Republic come out on the battlefield with grandeur, too?"

"If you're strong, they'll pull you out, but in this case, probably because the Count, whose father is the General of the Crusades, serves. The strength of Reinfeldt's" Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary) "was as you can see, because it would actually require a strong push to carry out a siege operation with her at its core"

So you're saying you want to give your real daughter a chance to work in battle? I won't take care of him if he's taken prisoner because of it.

Already her figure has been handed over to the Spartan army and the treatment is entirely at her disposal. General Gezembourg of Bafomet, who took it right out of my hand, said she would be politely protected as a valuable hostage.

The value of Lynnfeld in a high rank in the rank of general among the Crusaders is immeasurable. If this were medieval Europe, it would be a place where we could expect a modest and expensive ransom, but since she herself is a powerful user of the junction, it is impossible only to be liberated.

I don't know how it will be used, but Sparda, who is used to the battle, won't be able to afford it poorly. The Crusaders' inside information should also be well squeezed out.

No matter, you don't have to worry about getting away with it. There are facilities to keep strong warriors, magicians, or special protectors in custody. It wouldn't be in a bit of a country adventurer guild or a small fort, but this is the hard-to-beat Galahad fortress that Sparda is proud of. It also has the finest prisons to capture powerful enemies.

After all, it is unclear what kind of trick to keep him locked up, but General Gezembourg was majestic that black dragons would not break even if they were rampaged, so it would be fine. Well, Rinfeld's ability is defensive specialization, so he can stay locked up in a normal cage without any problems.

Anyway, it's impossible to escape unless someone else is even a guide over the inside. Now I don't have to worry about Operation Siege by the Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary) anymore.

"Is that Earl of Bergunt famous?

"I'm one of the leading nobles. It wouldn't be strange to lead an army of crusaders because it's so named Uncle Four Horses Ten in Sinclair. Because the Helvetian territory is a rich land, it is well armed, and the Earl of Bergunt himself seems to be quite a good fighter. Certain achievements include pagan insurgency and monster suppression"

A heathen rebellion... I wonder if you learned how to treat a warrior then.

"You don't seem like an insult to me."

"Yeah, I was wondering if they'd attack us with a positive attack next time."

"My daughter is being captured, and she's going to die, but she's going to fight for it."

"What do you think? I doubt if she's my real daughter because of her dark hair and dark eyes. It is not so unnatural to assume that you have drawn into your body in anticipation of the 'Cathedral Junction (Sanctuary)'. I can see through this mess, there may be something going on."

Most of all, in that case, he would perform to raise the morale of the soldiers by playing the tragic father whose daughter, who fought valiantly for God, was imprisoned in the trap of a despicable demon. Osama, the faceless Earl, but with tears he said, "My daughter has been captured! Why!? I can imagine scenes screaming" or something. No matter why they say it, I can only say it's because it's war.

"Hey Fiona, for once, I just want to make sure... that Rinfeldt is the same Gentile as me, isn't that wacky?

"Rumors were circulating, but I don't know exactly. Because it wasn't a close wack."

"Well, well, you are. Don't you know what kind of guy he is?

"Well, if you're strong... you've always let men serve you"

Well, I kind of figured it out. I was shown a goodbye to a handsome knight and tears in front of me.

"Whether Lynnfeld is Gentile or not, it won't change what Mr. Chrono does, so it doesn't matter"

"Thank you, I'll take that as a word of trust."

It saves me the trouble of bothering to elucidate when my blade-wielding arm is never dull just because of my trivial sense of homecoming. Oh, what a wonderful thing to be believed.

It's not something that bothers me if I can feel the dark feeling behind me just a little bit or the bond of trust in this fellow man.

"Hey, Chrono, do that to Lily, too! Take a look, hostage!

Cacca and shaggy lily. Did it look like so much fun for me to catch Lynnfeld and do the arecor?

I'm unfamiliar with this one. He said it was a tense retreat maneuver of anything slowly retreating through the enemy into a villain act... but well, it's a corner, so let's play with Lily and heal her rough heart.

"All right, then, Nightmare Berserker will take this pretty fairy hostage -"

Yikes! I can hold Lily on my knees with a heartfelt cry.

"Yikes! Lily, they got me!

"I'm not letting you get away with this."

What a foolish thing to say, fiona stood rattled on the bed.

Whoa, did you get too violent on track? This is dusty, so Yamelo and his mother's attention fly...

"Please let that fairy go now. Instead, I'll be the hostage."

I don't think so, I've had enough tea.

"No! No Fiona!

"Don't you see, I am ready to be ravaged by this vile demon, both physically and mentally"

"Lily, even Chrono can treat you."

"Even Mr. Krono has decided he wants to tie up a young maiden like me."

"Ha... then I'll be transformed too"

"Oh, hey, wait a minute. We're both getting a little crazy about the direction we're going."

Above all, it's scary that the conversation is moving on with the assumption that I have a desire to tie up a girl.

It was only for restraint purposes that I was tying Lynnfeld, and it was sheep's fault that it became an artistic tying that accentuated the body line of a woman like Turtle Armor tying, and in everything, there's nothing wrong with me.

"It's okay. I don't care what kind of sexuality Mr. Chrono is, I will never discern him."

"Even if Chrono has dos black perverse desires, I can accept them for you!

This finally sucks in earnest. It feels like a buying word for a selling word, and the two of them are dead-heating. I also want Lily to subtly regain adult consciousness and stop arguing with bees.

Anyway, if we try to converge swiftly, I'll be certified a real pervert.

"Okay, I'll free the hostages now. I'm sorry, I screwed up, now I'm reflecting."

With such confessional words, I release the lily I held on Pawn and on the bed.

Thus, the fairy hostage case by the Mad Warrior was solved. It is an unpleasant case.

Well, that's how we continued to interact indecisively until Simon visited the room to discuss a full explanation of the situation and everything else.

"... sorry"

Words of painful apology echo in the tent of the crusader's command. As if they were sinking into the bottom of more and more swamps, the officers gathered are pushing silently on top of each other.

Regardless, the darker emotion in this than anyone else is the person who droops his head and admits his own non - yes, Sebastian, who failed in such a worst way that he has no more to take charge of the Lienfeld escort.

After a beat of silence wrapped the place up, the explosion happened.

"Ko, this - incompetence!!

No other, Lord, father of Lienfeldt, Earl of Bergunt.

The gentleman's tender and graceful attitude, full of normal leeway, completely lurks, and now he yells up in the shape of an orc-like demon. Still, did his fist not fly as it was due to his good upbringing?

"Lynnfeld will be imprisoned," he said! And more importantly, you know, not good for the Alsace devil!!

I'm sorry, the overlapping words of apology are also dispelled by the anger of the Count.

"He said he'd done it with his eyes... betrayed my trust! But most forgivably, my dear, oh dear, my daughter, Lenfeldt has been humiliated by the captivity!!

The fact that Sebastian was heavily used by the Earl of Bergunt as a young man was a well-known fact, not only near the Earl and the Knight, but even to the maid who served in the Mansion.

You can't complain about your attitude of excellence in Bunwu, knowing courtesy, and being loyal. Besides, she looks stunning. Above all, Sebastian has a proven track record of perfectly performing the role given to the Count until now, when it was that which welcomed Lienfeldt.

A secretary who provides the Lord's scheduling and all kinds of support from the butler's job of taking care of himself. And his duties as a knight include escorting people on the road to guard the mansion, capturing criminals, crusading monsters, etc. All of them were the first to do the work of counting and giving praise.

That's why he was appointed, the escort assignment for Lienfeld.

The importance of Lynnfeld, whose only son lost in the battle against paganism and who exists as just one, the Count's fruitful child, cannot be said.

Alternatively, Count Bergunt, an advanced meritocracy not tied to old customs, might also have expected Sebastian as his successor. If you continue to respond to the Count's demands and achieve results, you will be allowed to marry Lienfeldt to go.

It would be half natural to interpret the meaning of leaving the care and escort of Lienfeldt, a flattering young maiden, to a young man of his age's beauty, in that way.

But now at this time, no matter what the Earl's sincerity may be, his trust in Sebastian has just failed to reach the bottom of hell rather than the ground.

"You're the only one who came back alive... you know, the face of Rinfeld, trapped by the devil and crying out in pain, you didn't see it!!

To that situation, it was obvious to everyone that there was no help in the hand.

The easiest solution to rescue a hostage is to kill the killer. However, there is a precondition for this: letting him die instantly.

Was there anyone in the Crusades who could brazenly say that he could use that superhuman physical ability and the terrible black magic at the bottom, in one blow, without harming the hostages, and with certainty? At least, it's hard with Sebastian's strength, it's definitely too unlikely to bet.

I know, but there was not a single advocate for Sebastian on this occasion. It doesn't do any good right now, such as honesty.

"- That's good enough, back off"

For one thing, the Earl, who had finished his curse against Sebastian and his mourning for his daughter, who had become captive, commanded him in a terribly cold voice.

"Ha, excuse me..."

Only some worries float in Sebastian's expression, who answered and rose. I can't feel his thoughtless and fiercely reprimanded anger, or sadness.

On these occasions, responses are often seen, such as crying and begging forgiveness, or exalting oneself to have nothing to do with it, but Sebastian did not seem to do it any good.

A reaction that touches the Count's scales but doesn't show emotion by the time it's cold could be something like a boulder. Underneath that cold mask will surely be the will to help Rinfeld and the vengeance on the vile devil. At the end of any ordeal, always try to accomplish it. Being ready for that is not hard to imagine.

But unfortunately Sebastian seemed to make only one mistake.

"Forever, don't show yourself before me, Shiro."

The Count stabbed Sebastian with no sound or hesitation, in a motion that flowed through the Holy Silver (Mithril) -based Rapier on his hips.

To exit, just at that moment I turned my back. It was a complete blind spot, then, a blow with perfect surprise.

The aim is precise. When the sound of faintly cutting the sky sounded, the pale, shining blade pierced the position of the heart from the back.

Stabbed. When everyone but the Count on this occasion realizes so, the blade is gently pulled out and again fits into the sheath.

"Become... ah..."

Sebastian's, literally desperate gaze, with his stunning, eye-opening eyes, is turned to the Count.

Why, why, no way. No word was spoken from its mouth. With his heart pounded, Sebastian travels to Yellow Springs Road in no time. Immediately.

"Hmm, clean it up"

The body of a knight who fell and lay flat on a bloody accumulation created by himself was promptly disposed of. The knights of the escort who consolidate the entrance are in a great hurry to carry them, and they will take them here and there. The Count will never know where it's going.

A command that was quickly terminated, less than three minutes later. As if he had forgotten about the man he had already executed from his hand, the Count sat back in the seat where he would hold a military debate with a calm expression.

Even if not otherwise instructed, the officers follow the Count to their seats. Placement as usual, surrounding a large table piled with maps of the expanded Fortress of Galahad and war report documents.

After a deliberate glimpse of everyone taking their seats, the Count cut his own mouth.

"Tomorrow, for the rescue of Lynnfeld, we launch a total attack"

A twitch occurs. But no one gives a clear opinion.

"I won't take a step back until I help you out. Be the last soldier, but let the assault continue."

It was some madly prepared word. Alternatively, as for the reaction of a father whose real daughter was captured by the Demons, it may be normal.

It's not a joke or an act, Count Bergunt says for real. Yes, everyone who sits here understood.

At the same time, I would not have been able to hide my surprise at the fact that I had so far been admitted to a daughter named Lienfeld. On the face of it, she is a real daughter and a hidden child, but her presence is behind it, no matter what she thinks. The Count must have some great thoughts about taking in that holy original magic (original) use, even in his capacity as a daughter.

Seeing this reaction, however, was too much to make me feel that maybe I was really a bloody connected daughter and that I loved her from the bottom of my heart.

Everyone misjudged the Earl's sincerity.

"- In fear, my lord"

In awkward silence and confusion, it was always Baron Hellman, a fat middle-aged officer who flattered the Count well.

"Tomorrow, I know it's impossible."

I thought it was just a hipster, and I disagreed that it came out of his mouth. Though he seems to have a sincere resentment for his unwillful role.

"Why! I can't even put up with what's in the hands of the Demons for one night with Lynnfeld... if I don't do it tomorrow, when will I do it!!

If the Count has a glass of wine in hand to drink, a cry of momentum that is likely to fly as it is.

"Please, calm your mind"

"I am calm!

"I just want to say that this one should be prepared to the fullest in order to save Master Lienfeld with absolute certainty. I know how painfully you feel about being asked to rescue you as soon as possible. But the most important thing now is not to fail. We hurried out the soldiers, and just in case, there are no ex-girlfriends or children."

"Ready, ready? I'll get it done as soon as I give the order! Lienfeld falls into the hands of the Demons, and all our soldiers are waiting now or now to enter the rescue!

"Oh, sure, Your Excellency's soldiers are brilliant and revealing. Even if you were ordered to launch a night raid this evening, it would work instantly...... but only the enchanted golem, which is needed to break through that soaring Great Wall, can go to that kind of wax. From what I hear, you need a few days to get it all up and running."

To that decisive allegation, neither the servant Count was immediately able to raise a yell of objection.

"You know what I actually attacked you today. That giant wall of castles doesn't stand as if it's just a siege weapon. How, when it comes to our crusaders, just storming them like that will only feed the demons."

Yes, the Count also knew that in a half-breed attack, that wall would not even freak out.

One of the trump cards of the offense is the enchanted golem for the siege, deliberately borrowed from a suspicious secret organization called The White Trail.

And what was the Count's own destiny was a breakthrough operation by Lienfeldt's The Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary).

The operation was only half successful, but the mere presence of one man turned the war upside down completely. In today's battle, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the demons of Alsace, the work of him alone, who left the Crusades.

Operations that rely on one's abilities are also hampered by one enemy. It is the result of a new lesson being engraved in the history of war in the Sinclair Republic.

"Please, be patient here until the Enchanted Golem is ready to launch all aircraft!

"Gu... but I wonder if Rinfeld is now feeding on the hands of the demon clan, even at this moment, no, the graffiti tentacles that that demon rolls out... I ha!

Count Bergunt sees a decisive moment in Lienfeld's captivity. In the rear, he was watching the war by the Eagle Eye (Hawkeye), which he was mastering before, not with the support of a magician.

What floats behind his brain will be the more bitter appearance of a daughter-in-law who is so slutty and fantastically bound that she is unnamed by her black tentacles. Even if you are not the Count, any of the executives, officers, and soldiers who watched the battlefield around you must have been plucked by the outrage of the devil that degraded the Crusade Sister in the middle of the enemy army.

How many maidens has that man ever abused? It was such a bold and vivid offense that it made me imagine it.

"My lord, according to the information we have received from Daedalus, we hear that the more demonic the Sparda becomes, the more cultural it is to the extent that it protects its highly-identified enemies as valuable hostages. Master Rinfeld will undoubtedly be treated as such first."

Even in the Republic, it is a famous story to use the personality of a nobleman captured by pagans to demand ransom or to trade conditions such as a temporary withdrawal of soldiers or a ceasefire. The Count himself has no experience in dealing with pagans, but he has heard as many of those teh stories as he has, and he has actually met with those who have been captured.

No matter how pagan, basically the heads of humans who can account for the damage are held together. If we understand that there is a clear interest, we will not treat the nobility so unhindered.

"Don't worry, I can't say I'm irresponsible, but I won't be so pessimistic. Fortunately, Master Lienfeldt is not familiar with the details of the Crusades. If you have a magical user who tries to be authentic, you won't be interrogated so hard."

I mean, I just left it alone for a few days, and it's wacky that life and chastity aren't that dangerous.

You'll feel somewhat narrow in the cell, but it's not fitting to roll out a soldier in a state of insufficiency just to quench such trivial grievances.

"Uhm... sorry, Baron Hellman. There was too much blood on my head. Right, the most important thing is to make sure we rescue Rinfeld... but it will make you feel painful... but there's no way to do it."

The words of the Earl clearly exhale relief. Apparently, the Count has managed to regain his calm.

"Now let Miss Dorothy hasten to confirm the request for all Enchanted Golem planes to be operational and the number of days required. In the meantime, I order the soldiers to rest well. As soon as the day is set, spare no time for the rations. We'll settle everything in the next battle."

Which way, the siege battle cannot continue that long in this snowy mountain. Crusaders challenged from the beginning with short-term showdown arrangements. The declaration of Count Bergunt can also be considered as originally planned.

This time, there was no disagreement.

- My lord, Miss Dorothy has answered.

It was not until the next morning that the report was given to the Count.

"Um, let's hear it"

The Count sits down somewhere in the command seat, with black neighborhoods floating around his eyes. Though she seemed to be sleepless thinking of her daughter's suffering, her eyes were sharp and her fatigue was a powerful reply that did not make her feel.

"About three days, he wants to give you some time."

Three days, and the Count snaps at nothing.

Today's date is the 21st of the month of darkness. If you put in today and calculate it as three days, the attack starts on the 24th.

The moon of darkness 24th. That is the most special day of the year for the Crucifixion. More precisely, it refers to nights between the 24th and 25th.

"... Fine, we'll launch a total attack on the 24th of the underworld moon. Let's celebrate 'Holy Night' with the rescued Rinfeld and the occupied Galahad Fortress"