Kuro no Maou

With me capturing Lynnfeld alive, the Crusaders' offense stopped again for a little while. At least, today, by the 23rd of the Dark Moon, we're not showing any movement.

Apparently, it's a staring situation, but perhaps, no, first of all, they're definitely getting ready for their next attack.

I don't know if I'm on fire for the Reinfeld recapture... but still, I don't have a feeling the next one will be a massive, and then not a step back.

In the first place, they must want a short-term showdown and early settlement because even they won't be able to stay in this snowy mountain for too long. Which way, the day to strike the total attack will be close.

Anyway, all kinds of people visited me until today.

First, Simon and Mr. Sophie. Well, these two are like inside me, but anyway, on the 20th of the Dark Moon, I caught Rinfeld and went back and the battle was over, so much so that it was gone, then it came.

So I asked them why they showed up from the fallen Taurus cockpit.

"At first I was a little, or rather anxious... once I started, I couldn't stop"

Simon smiles naturally and cutely as he says something like a testimony of how he got his hands on drugs.

"If you got here, I'd have liked you to at least say something."

"Yeah, I'm sorry there"

"I'm sorry, Chrono, Lily, I forgot to tell you."

Simon honestly apologizes for each of the mistakes he forgot to tell, knowing only that Lily had arrived.

"So, can you really move Taurus?

Taurus, who killed only the pilot and remained intact and silent. Let's get it restarted, Lily's idea, and Simon's wacky idea to run it.

The threat of that huge man-heavy machine (power loader) Taurus goes without saying. If this one is available at the end of the day, then there is no better story.

"Um, honestly, it seems impossible. The main system is normally alive, but I don't know how to operate the console in the first place, and I can't completely read what's on the screen. I can only read a little where it's written in ancient script, but most of it looks a lot like it's written in another language, and you can't decipher it."

Otherwise, the Warlord will try to manipulate the computer where English is set up, I guess it feels like. In the first place, I don't know how to operate an ancient information terminal cockpit system. Of course, there is no such thing as a simple manual that even fools can understand, or a customer support service that answers dumb questions with courtesy and politeness.

"What about Lily? You got access to the system, so you got information about Taurus."

"Eh - Lily doesn't - I've only seen it where it looks telepathic, so I don't know much about it!

Yeah, I'm not sure what kind of logic that is either. I don't know, but I don't know how to operate it for now. Well, my head's hanging on.

"Still, Taurus is outside the walls, and isn't it dangerous to be caged over there?

"It's all right, because Lily taught me how to open and close the hatch and lock it"

"Even if it's locked, Lily could have broken in."

"That's because, hey, Lily is amazing! Ahhh!

"In short, if you're not someone who specializes in telepathy or revived Taurus, it's not the kind of structure you can open."

As far as I'm concerned, I'd like Simon to wait in a safe place until the time comes... but this doesn't seem to be enough for Taurus yet.

Simon's not one of my men, so I can't give him orders. If the person wants to do it, that will take precedence. Even in Rank 1, Simon is a free adventurer.

"Thanks for being there, and it's true that I was saved... if Mr. Sophie would follow me to the escort, would you be okay?"

"Uh, that guy, I don't like it because he keeps interrupting me"

Apparently, Mr. Sophie's liking never increased even though he lived with Simon for about three days in the cockpit of Taurus.

"Don't say that, he's real."

Because without Mr. Sophie, this battle would have taken a greater toll. Thanks to her, I could have stormed Lenfeld without getting lost.

The words of gratitude have already been conveyed to Sophie, but her appearance is not in this room.

I was ready, and I went out there. Think of it, maybe even went to buy out food to cage in Simon and Taurus again.

By the way, how are you doing in the bathroom or something when you're in there... let's just dare to deepen the mystery here.

"But, you know, maybe we can work it out, just a little bit, just wait and see. Oh, of course, when the Apostle comes out, we'll get to the placement soon."

"Oh, okay. Come on, Simon."

Simon then went with Sophie again to try to restart Taurus.

The next day, before noon on the Dark Moon 21, Lieutenant Ellywood arrived.

"Thanks to you, I was able to return alive. On top of that, thank you."

While bandaging several places on his body, the elf giant seemed to have bothered to visit to thank him in a magnificent way that did not make him feel injured.

"I couldn't have prepared anything big in a place like this, but this is just a feeling, take it, adventurer Chrono"

What was offered was a sparda specialty wine (wine). When it was, it was the same thing Will deliberately pulled back and cracked at the celebration party.

"No, no problem." "No, no, go ahead." I pinched a Japanese far-flung exchange, and then, in the end, I picked up the wine.

"How's your body?

"I can fight right away - I just want to say, the healer (Priest) has pushed me just in case I'm still at rest for a couple of days. His Majesty Leonhardt gave me a word straight away to rest now."

If the Crusaders attack me today or tomorrow, I still think this guy will fight, I can't help but feel. Well, the follow-ups around here will be done by fellow cavaliers.

I'm not proud enough to worry about someone twice as old as I am.

"I joined the previous Galahad War when I was an ass blue recruit. Saved the place at stake, many times by superiors and senior knights. Then again, I ran through many battlefields as a Spartan knight. He had intercepted large armies of overflowing monsters in the Rathi woods and in the meadows of Farren, and had played city warfare with disturbing insurgents in Sparda. By then, I had become a knight on one end, but still, the help of my fellow men is essential - but I got my whole life to nine deaths as much as I did yesterday, I never thought. It felt like a miracle led by the black gods when you showed up to help."

Sure, it was absolutely deadly to see... but when they say that much, it lights up a bit.

But a strong man like me blushing his cheeks won't do any service. Keep it just to snort strangely.

"Anyway, I want you to know that I am truly profound and grateful"

"No, enough is enough. It's only natural that one person should try to help more allies."

"Yeah, you're absolutely right, but there's not much that can be done to make that happen in real life. And there are even fewer who succeed in it. Really, it was a miraculous rescue. However, it seems that some of the inmates who try to escape women as hostages are criminal means, etc."

Basically, my assessment is that King Leonhardt also admits the great battle as a winning factor in the retreat of the Crusaders, but remarks such as those made by Mr. Ellywood are also slightly pinched in the ears.

Well, that time, you even acted like some kind of villain to make things go smoothly. I'm proud to say that it was a highly acclaimed performance that incited anger and remorse to the Crusaders, who are enemies, but I didn't expect to be seen as bad by my allies... No, you look like a glorious hero because you tie a pretty girl up with your tentacles and take her hostage.

This bad impression would be that there is no choice.

"I don't care about anything. It's nothing more than a temptation for your great work."

"Thank you"

As far as I'm concerned, just saying thank you from the person who helped me is enough, too much. I don't want to be able to throw stones anymore.

"By the way, are you married already?

"Yes?"

All of a sudden, I questioned him with vegetables.

"What do you think? It looks like some pretty witches your age are at your party, but she's still..."

"No, you don't. Fiona is only a party member, not a married wack or dating wack"

"I see. So you're unmarried. What about your fiancée?

"You're not here."

I'm still a virgin boy of equal-age who doesn't have a girlfriend. No, you may not be able to say that this is purely true than having been confessed once... but as a free adventurer, you can't possibly be the person with the big titles of being my fiancée, etc.

"I'm not just going to thank you for this... so to speak, the utmost sincerity I can show you, but should I say... anyway, I have one suggestion for you"

"Hey, what is it?

While I don't have a good feeling about it, I listen to Mr. Ellywood just stare at his scary face as if he were going to make a tough decision.

"When we get back to Sparda, let's make out with our daughter..."

No, that's fine - it was so compelling that it couldn't be answered immediately.

Forgive me, it's not what we want, but what kind of scratch is out of the question. Perhaps Mr. Ellywood left out his suggestion of matching his beloved daughter with the utmost readiness he could have.

The fact that this person is a fairly high level pro, daughter idiot, has been so conveyed that I don't like this one word alone.

"Uh, I'm not thinking about that right now, so..."

"No, I won't shy away!

Please don't go there. It's my vague response, but it's not a lie either.

I keep fighting the Crusaders, so I can't hang out with normal girls. I'm gonna cry over Elina's confession with such logic. She said no, but if I agree with you right here, it means what was that tear breakup?

"And there's nothing to be anxious about. Our daughter is beautiful! You can call it the best in Sparda!

Mr. Ellywood shouts out loud the appeal of his parents' full eyes.

"Don't worry, my daughter looks like my wife. The only thing like me is the color of my hair, glossy, shiny chestnut hair! Whatever, it's not just her appearance, she's a nice, gentle good girl. Now, Sparda's feminine, qualitatively rigid, discreetly successful...... let's not have it with the noble daughters who grew up spoiled!

Even if they say that, all I can do is strike the right gavel, like, "Oh, yeah?" I don't know what else to say.

"He grew up to be a truly ideal elf woman with no embarrassment anywhere he put it out, good instrumentality, good personality! But I'm sad, I don't have one man to match my daughter...... not many of us in" Braveheart "give our hearts to our daughter, but there are, but still, not enough to make this come true in my eyes! What a hundred knights, can you do our daughter!

Really? Then please keep your daughter at home for a while.

"But! You or your daughter deserve to rescue me, the Spartan knight of the war, from the midst of those enemy lines..."

It is a saying that makes you feel untrained everywhere. If it's a shame about your daughter, you don't have to do that much.

"Uh, I don't know, I think it's your daughter's free will, so I was wondering if the parents would push the pageant on their own."

"Oh, I didn't know you'd even think about my daughter's feelings! But don't worry, my daughter prefers strong men. You must like you. [M] I'd rather fall in love, and honestly, I don't want you to see me."

"Which one is it..."

"No, wait, you don't have to tell everyone! I've already made up my mind!

G. He grips his fist like a pigeon, and speaks of his determination in tears. Mr. Ellywood seems serious.

"Then, Adventurer Chrono, I'll be excused for this. When this battle is over, let's set a detailed date."

"No, it's nothing. I..."

"Pray for good luck, farewell"

So, pushing the pageant unilaterally, Mr. Ellywood left.

"... Hey Chrono, I need to talk to you for a second"

"Yeah, that's an important story"

Well, it looks like I'm going to have to make a convincing pageant avoidance presentation to Lily and Fiona in the back of the room who have been listening to the exchange in silence so far... I don't know, how has this been such a painful development?

I couldn't help but resent Mr. Ellywood for giving me an extra suggestion.

The next day again, the 22nd day of the underworld moon.

It was when I came for lunch at the Galahad Hotel, the largest restaurant in the fortress.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chrono. I couldn't help you in yesterday's battle..."

"Whoa!? Don't show up all of a sudden, Falcius."

Suddenly Falcius came to the table a few seconds after the menu and glitter began.

It is luxuriously equipped with a bright red cape on silver armor with a gorgeous design, but it is grossly disproportionate in an old wooden shop with the boredom of the name of this fun. The cluttered stores and atmosphere like the Mass Tavern are incompatible with Sparda's star gladiators.

"I wanted to make amends to you, and I've been looking for you."

"No, it's nothing. He's back safe."

The more picturesque and worrisome the look of Falcius, but from me, the concern is completely misplaced.

I didn't get Falcius' help from the start. Just because you didn't come in there to help me, there's no shard of resentment.

"Out of the way."

Where the hell is Falcius pulling the heavy responsibility of causing himself to suffer, saying in tears, etc.

No, maybe it's because you feel less friendship towards me. The familiar guy says it's too soon to be friends.

Hmm, so I'm starting to feel like Falcius' misguided sense of responsibility can't be so unobstructed either.

"Well, then, if you'll just luxury me here, that's fine"

"What, is that true?

"Oh, and Fiona's share."

"Regards"

Fiona and I came to the store together, not alone. Lily is on her way to Taurus this morning to help Simon.

"Okay, eat as much as you like"

"Thankful. Well, I'll have a big Galahad meal."

"I have the same thing."

Thus, it quickly combined with lunchtime with the addition of Falcius.

Speaking of which, I still haven't seen Falchius fight.

"The only time I pulled out my sword was when I cut Taurus' leg off. I'm sorry I haven't had a chance."

"You were shooting a bow yesterday."

Fiona says she's waiting quite softly there for the dishes she ordered to come.

For once, we and Falcius are on the same north right wing, so it's not strange to see him.

"Heh, can you use a bow too?

"The weapons are the same, right? I'm not good at it, but I can't even use a cane."

I guess I'm not really willing to be proud of you. Falcius replied as if it were nothing.

"But it's amazing."

"There are so many different tastes in gladiating. You can always fight with the best equipment. That's not it."

I see, I have to deal with occupational patterns, multiple weapons.

"I only brought swords and bows this time. I'm the best at swords, and I'm used to bows as a means of ranged attack. Others are like games, so I don't bother to equip them."

When I hear it this way, I realize that he is a great gladiator after all. I just find it terribly uncomfortable that a beautiful man with a beautiful armor helmet is stirring up water in a cheap glass cup about such a crude table.

"Don't you have to order it?

"Right, corner, lunch with you. I'll ask for it too. - Yeah, well, let's make it a Dortos steak."

"Oh, I'd like the same, please"

Um, didn't Fiona just ask for it? Well, no. I'm not paying for it anyway. Bring me more and more.

I usually have a virtuous Japanese feeling about reluctance, but I don't really feel that way when it's Falcius. Is it because there is a title that would definitely be rich: the number one star athlete in popularity?

"Well, I'm with bacon sandwiches and tea. I don't need sugar, but put milk on it."

It was such a natural flow that a completely unrelated third party had made such an order.

An uninvited guest sat at our table at some point, shooting and shattering the faint expectation that someone in the back seat must have just ordered from the clerk.

"You are 'Blade Ranger' pink!?

"A hundred shots at your heart! You're in peach love! thrilling full charge, pink arrow!!

A woman with a full face helmet in a dusty pink suit who sits down and says off what looks like a decision dialogue, and decides in a beautiful motion when she does a finger stabbing posing with only her upper body.

Once you see it, you'll never forget it, Mr. Pink Arrow, the leader of Blade Ranger, an adventurer party that takes squad heroes to the ground, commonly known as Pink.

"Why are you sitting here? There are other seats available."

"Ha-ha-ha, that 's-"

"I want the same thing. Put on both sugar and milk"

Me asking the natural questions, Pink laughing invincibly, and Fiona once again placing an extra order.

"Erm, two Dortos steaks, two bacon sandwiches, and one tea, one sugar, two milk."

"Yes, I did! Oh, you know, Mr. Falcius from 'Starlight Sparda', right!? I'm a fan, you can sign it, it's great!

"Yes, thank you. I'm off now... but I'll give you something special."

There is a handsome Falcius who doesn't even act like a sudden intruder and unsolicited order and doesn't forget the fan service that gives him a pleasant autograph while ordering from the clerk.

I'm not sure about this table right now, but it's turned into a hell of a chaotic situation. How did this happen, someone explain it to me.

"- Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) Chrono! To scout you into the Blade Ranger!

"No, thank you."

"You can take that with Jesus!

"I'm saying no, don't take it as convenient"

It's a hell of an interpretation, like a bad guy. This pink, don't be alarmed.

Well, to see where I was scouting Prince Eisenhardt to Red, I had already learned that I was horribly greedy at soliciting members.

Nevertheless, I didn't expect you to even speak to me...

"What!? I said I'd hire you as a special black!

"Black is a regular alternative to green, and you're not special."

I haven't seen much lately though. But the squad stuff I used to watch when I was a kid also had a pattern of black as a regular. It is a nostalgic memory.

"I see, you have that too...... ok, let's let Green quit and make it black"

"Don't dismiss me easily, though I'm sure you're one of them"

"You have to be five, so you can't help it."

Oh, is the number of people fixed at five after all?

No, no, still, I figured, why don't you just slash and dump your buddies.

"Will you stop soliciting the pink person, Mr. Chrono, to a rare quintessential party? It's offensive."

"Why, you witch! The five Blade Rangers are justice itself!

"Justice......? Then you'll never be able to join Mr. Krono."

"Hey, wait, Fiona, what the hell does that mean?"

"It's okay, because strengthening your power is your top priority first. There's no point in justice without power... I mean, power is justice, because it is!

"No, that's weird, too."

"Fine, witch, I can't help it, so I'll make you a member too. Well, how about blue?

"I don't use melee weapons (blades), so I refuse"

"Then I'll rename you 'Spirit Squad Element Ranger'! Now what do you say, Blueflame and Blackblade"

"Don't name yourself, don't call me"

"My fire is golden."

"I'm already a wagga mom."

Best of all, you're definitely the one who's putting me through this.

"Anyway, neither me nor Fiona are going to be in your party, nor are we willing to dissolve The Element Master. Give up as a man."

It's important for these guys to stick with Kippari NO.

Well, I don't have to think just a little bit that it's not a bad idea to abandon the embarrassing notoriety of the Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker) here and be a righteous hero as a squad black.

"Ha... Fine, the heart of justice isn't immediately conveyed, is it? Little by little, I just need you to understand how wonderful it is."

"Wow, I'm sorry I gave up before..."

It is a tremendous vitality. Terrible pink.

"Oh, that makes Falcius white -"

"You can always get a duel if you want me."

"Forgive me, I'm sorry"

Ugh, pink weak!? Is it weak for stronger power, because power is justice? I can't help it.

"Oh, and because it's 630 clans"

"... what?

"Bacon sandwiches and tea"

Falcius smiles so beautifully that even men fall in love, charging for a whisper lunch. Surprisingly tough on the money...... next time I'll pay for it myself without being sweet in my favor.

"Mr. Chrono, you're cooking, it's late"

"... right"

That's how I ended up experiencing an unexpectedly terribly tiring luncheon.

Then the next day, on the 23rd of the Dark Moon - fortunately, I was able to be at peace without anything. Without unexpected visitors or persistent solicitation, the Crusaders finally saw no movement, and I was able to rest for a full day.

Because of that, I also feel a little relaxed while still in the battlefield.

But the tension of battle will soon return.

Today, the 24th of the underworld moon. It is still an early morning time to see if the morning sun will rise.

"The Crusader's key figure, the prisoner, Rinfeld, escaped -"

Such a report passed to Fortress Galahad.