Kuro no Maou

I was bawling. On a hard bed that was uncomfortable, I was just, like, boggling.

"... ha"

Almost unconsciously, a sigh leaks out of my mouth.

Who told you that when you sigh, happiness only escapes for that matter? Sources are vague, but apparently the story was true.

"What happens to me..."

Not even in Gala, I make such a weak noise. A weak word like a wicked maiden. It doesn't look good.

But now I - yes, this me imprisoned by the devil, Lienfeldt Aria Helvetia Bergunto, am not a bottomless fool enough to stay healthy until I am caught by an enemy by a boulder.

I am currently in the middle of being imprisoned in a cell in Fortress Galahad. It's not like a dumb gang spreading into a slum is suckered by the gendarmerie with a worthless guilt charge (ketch). One way or another, it feels like a bad nobleman is tightly restrained with a bad trick that is unimaginable to civilians. Well, I don't know about people like that or situations because I've never actually seen them.

Anyway, it's lucky for me that this isn't a prison in a bad habitat with a stench of manure. Worst of all, though I'm confident I can live in a place like that. You don't grow up slumming.

The barn I'm in is apparently underground, and there's not a single carefree window with an iron lattice. Floors, walls, ceilings, hard stone construction like losing your mind to break out of jail - I could imagine that, but what's actually here is a beautiful bright white wall if you do it. The interior is filled with white light, much brighter than that. To take a nap, a less suited glare.

Still, I appreciate not feeling cold with a single piece of white prisoner clothing like a light robe. If you don't heat up your room this season, I'll freeze to death without waiting an hour. For once, the Spartan army knew me as a noble lady, and it seemed not to be going to kill me easily, so it would be a natural treatment.

However, more than a countess, the other side thinks I'm a powerful sorcerer who put Fortress Galahad in crisis. Well, magic is an inferior student at a falling level, except for The Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary).

Anyway, only restraints that make me incapable of using magic are strict.

The shackles that connect the wrists in chains are engraved with biscuits with a jammer system of interference that disrupts magic absorption and magic activation. Most magicians would be powerless with just one of these.

However, these cuffs are not enough for me when the amount of magic I hold is out of standard as the 'Cathedral Junction (Sanctuary)' grows. The back of my hand is stamped with a seal that stops the restoration of magic.

Regardless, the technique of a system that fundamentally invalidates magic, such as the absorption or sealing of magic, is not something you can do with a single shot with a pong, like Fire Arrow (Ignis Sagitta). It takes a lot of work and time. In my case, he is a skilled magician, a grandfather like him, who sweats on his forehead and spends an hour doing magic. And it seemed to expire if I didn't do the same magic again every two days.

Keeping a powerful magician captive is all that matters - as I learned in a magic school class where I was about half asleep. I didn't think I'd be the wingman to experience it with myself.

Even if I don't have a shackle and a seal, I can't get out of prison. "The Cathedral Junction (Sanctuary)" just says you can protect yourself. So it's impossible to force a knock through the same white painted door as that wall, right in front of you.

Speaking of which, that door, instead of pushing or pulling, was sliding and opening and closing automatically. It's like a room in an ancient ruin. Could it really be an ancient ruins hut?

As a student, I recall unexpectedly being made to imitate adventurers as part of a class. To me, in fact, I've dived into a dungeon of ancient ruins. What I learned about the consequences is the ridiculousness of pursuing dreams and romance. And the ridiculous firepower of that boggle-faced witch. I almost buried him alive because of him...

"I mean, why is that woman... Fiona here..."

It was when I was gassilly-holded by the devil's horrible and obscure arms, and brought to the top of the Great Wall of Galahad, lined with Spartan soldiers.

As he was wrapped in the applause and cheer of 10,000 lightning, the two shadows jumped out to the devil first, cracking a swarm of whether he was a resilient soldier or an adventurer. One is a little fairy girl, cute enough for me to watch twice unexpectedly, even for a woman. And the other was a witch in black.

The figure is Fiona Soleil herself behind my brain. Light-water short hair reminiscent of a quiet lakefront in an old-fashioned orthodox-designed witch outfit called a black robe on a large triangle hat. Above all, that sleepy, well, mysterious as a lost ocean, with mysterious shining golden eyes that attract men, a white beauty.

Was the last time you saw her was at Elysion Magic School's graduation? It hasn't been a year, so its appearance is clearly remembered. Well, it's not so easy to forget that they took my first lover or the face of a woman with all sorts of causes.

Still, this is what I thought when I looked at Pa. No, no way, Fiona can be in a place like this.

Yes, this woman is just another person's aerial resemblance. I guess there's about one witch in Sparda with a sleepy face with blue hair and blonde eyes.

"- It's okay, Lily, Fiona, I managed to get back safe."

However, because of the devil's uttering of such words to the two rushing over, it was reasonably certain that he was the person.

I don't know how the hell Fiona is giving it to the Spartan army. No, neither Sinclair's court sorcerers nor the Cathedral Knights (Temple Knights) seem strange if that woman, who kicked all the other prestigious Magic Order, Knights exhortation, graduated as a freelance adventurer, drifted to a pagan land like this.

What surprised me the most was that Fiona had a much hotter gaze - well, a sleepy face that looked the same as usual if normal people saw it, but still, I can tell by the same woman - with those eyes, pointed at the devil. That's right, it's called the eye of a maiden in love.

Seriously, Fiona, what happened to you? I mean, what happened with my first love teacher? Are you kidding me? I don't know.

"Ha... well, I don't care..."

Think of it, that demon did call it "Rinfeld" when he showed up before me. I guess I was getting my name from Fiona. At the same time, information about this' cathedral junction (sanctuary) '.

Even if I notice now, it's all too late. This is how I was caught, and most importantly, I lost my precious companion--

"Uh, no, no... let's not"

When I think of it, I almost cry. Jack, Conrad, Elio. That they were murdered tragically by the hands of the devil. That it doesn't exist in this world anymore. That's very, uninterruptedly sad. Sad, sorry, once, tears overflow, I'm sure you won't stop.

But I'm in the hands of the enemy now. Can you cry in such a situation? Can you cry? Never, never show weakness.

I was made to look like a prisoner and talk about the Crusaders to the best of my knowledge. Anyway, the information I know isn't a big deal, and it's all fine with Guero.

But that and exposing myself to personal indifference is a different matter. You can tell me as much about the Crusades as you want, but I'm absolutely sorry to see you cry over your grief.

Whispering pride, so far, is still, somehow, protected.

Still, I don't know how long this void will last. I don't feel confident. Because if I am not a knight or an adventurer of war, well, a Helvetian holy girl is not a noble being commensurate with a great title. I'm sure I still do, because Slam's Borough Church suits me, and I'm still an essist.

"So... come and help me, Sebastian..."

At that time, a noise called Gachari wooded into a white chamber. I'm just sleeping on the bed. I'm not making any noise.

In other words, the door to the cell was opened.

"What... you just did an interview and a seal..."

Meals are ready before then. I don't know the exact time, but at least it's already midnight. You made it clear that it was dinner.

So I should just go to bed later. At all, is the Spartan soldier a savage without any shards of delicacy to get more information from a weak maiden at such a time?

I get out of bed fed up and head to the door with a blatantly grumpy look on my face, including the meaning of a whispering protest.

"Are you Rinfeld?"

There he was, one man in a mask.

He wears a simple black robe and a hood. Tall looks tall there and the lines seem thin, but somehow, the body under the robe seemed well worked out. Is it because, even in the eyes of an amateur, there is no gap in its standing and I feel somewhere in Rin's presence?

But best of all, it's the glossy brunette behind the hood that caught my eye. Same as me, same as that demon, black colored hair. Could it be that dark hair isn't that uncommon in Sparda?

Anyway, it was such a person who showed up.

Um, Koitsu, who?

Taking me out to look into it was decided to be a beautiful female knight in an elf. It is she who leads the way, accompanied by a knight with a red armored helmet emitting uneven and silent pressure around her.

But only one masked man has visited the room here now. Without an elf knight, no other knight can see him.

"Hey, what are you..."

"I'll get you out of here. Be quiet."

It was me trying to scream the appearance of the suspicious in a high voice, but when I heard it, I stopped the words with pittance and throat.

No way, is there really a unit here to rescue me? So soon? Besides, in a big fortress on strict alert?

"Sorry, I'm not a crusader."

Would I have had such a hopeful eye? Lightly stabbed with a nail.

That's right. If it's so easy to infiltrate, what's been the battle so far?

"Then why?"

"I have a reason to help you. Personal, for a reason..."

Here, I didn't feel like asking you that. I'm sure it'll be a waste of time.

The question is whether I will respond to this dubious man's invitation. It is the decision.

"What are you going to do with me?

"I'm just letting them get away with it. But you can't go back to the Crusaders."

"Huh!?

Then there's no point getting out of jail. I can glean the scratch.

"You will be asked to flee to a country called Avalon, next to Sparda. I have just the right lurking spot. It's your freedom to know what to do when you get there."

"Well, that's not irresponsible."

"So you want to stay here and wait for the Crusaders' help?

I would have planned to have done so. Because I'm sure Sebastian will come and help me with anything.

"So far, no negotiations have been held to free you from the Crusades. Neither is the Spartan army going to make ransom demands. The next time the Crusaders attack and this place is in danger, I can't tell you how dangerous your powers are and how unlikely they are to be executed in this place."

"Ugh..."

Weak, if you say so.

Actually, the problem is, for the Spartan army, it's more risky to keep me alive. Without the devil, the operation to break through the walls by the 'Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary)' would certainly have been a success.

To be honest, he would move to finish me off at a time when he allowed the Crusaders to break into the castle. It's too dangerous to open up.

Worst of all, instead of rescuing, the Crusaders may go home awesome defeated as they are.

Then no one will come and help me anymore. No matter how capable Sebastian is, he can't go on an unscrupulous mission to rescue the enemy on his own.

"Either way, I'm forced to get you out of here no matter what you refuse. But that's a hassle... if you cooperate with us, we can break out and escape."

"Wow, I get it! Fine, you can help me!

The masked man laughed at such a fucked-up answer. The mask only covers his eyes, the kind he can wear at a masquerade. You can usually tell if you laugh. It can then also be seen in the narrow contours of its lines, from its high nose and its elegant arc-drawing mouth, as being of considerable aesthetic form.

It's the same lineage as Sebastian, isn't it? Although the outfit is similar, the atmosphere feels very different. Even when the two of them were side by side, I had the confidence not to see the two.

"Oh man... he's soaking up to the dialogue..."

"Huh? Did I say something?

"No, it's nothing."

Obviously it seemed like he was running a kotto like it was anything... well, he must be stunned by my response that's gutsy anyway.

"All right, then get dressed first"

"Then get out of here!

"Don't get me wrong, I just need to wear this robe"

In a frivolous tone, the masked man took it out of nowhere, throwing a plain gray robe at me.

I get out of bed amazing and pick up a gray robe that fell on the white floor.

These prisoner clothes are almost like robes, too, so when I wear two... hey, they're pretty messy.

"To some extent, Soytz has the effect of being able to hide the signs. Wear it after you get out of here. The money's in my inner pocket."

"Eh! Thanks a lot for that!!

I grew up in a slum, and I'm glad I got paid to be straight. Whatever they are, if they grace you with money, thank you says.

Conversely, no matter what kind of words of pity you can say, the guy who doesn't give you money has no head to bow down or thank you. I don't need sympathy, so give me the money, you hypocrites.

Being an aristocratic warrant doesn't change my cash personality. Though I can be a bit of a jerk myself.

"When you get out of here, shut up and follow me. Never utter a word, don't make a sound. Ready?"

Cocksucker snorted and said yes.

"When you get out there, you let the dragon car carrying the wounded stray and go all the way to Sparda. As soon as you arrive, leave the spot and go all over the city. Sign up for the Adventurer Alliance and you'll be able to identify yourself."

I fish the inside pockets of the robe worn with Gossogoso and listen to the escape plan while checking the thank you road bank.

Wow, awesome, gold coins are yippy...... could this guy be a great guy!?

"There are as many regular flights of dragon cars as there are from Sparda to Avalon. Ask your guild where and how to use it. When you get to Avalon, head to the address on the note. He won't ask why, he'll always keep you hidden."

I was blind to gold coins, but if I fished some more, I did find out that there was one note in there.

"7-12 South Third Avenue and Blossom Avenue St. Julia Abbey, Avalon Friedrich"

That's what the note said.

"... you can read the letters, right?

"I had a hard time dying when I was ten."

It was then that the tsuke that was running around hating studying came around. If you're not used to reading and writing from a young age, you really have a hard time mastering it. Though it's a reflection that won't do you any good.

"More than that, I'm surprised Pandora has a crusade facility."

"You mean the monastery? Well, I do feel similar, but I don't know if it's the same."

Is that true? There is nothing wacky about the clandestine rooting of the Crucifixion in the pagan lands ruled by this demonic tribe.

If that's the case, don't do this expedition, I feel like I just converted you in God's glory.

"The time for chatter is over. Let's go."

"Oh, wait, let me just ask you one last thing"

When I get out of here, all I have to do is keep my mouth shut and follow him. Probably said goodbye to him when he boarded a dragon car carrying the wounded to Sparda.

So, if you want to hear it, it's the only time.

"What's your name?

There was no immediate answer. He was a masked man who showed a slightly troubled bareback.

"My name is... ex"