Kuro no Maou

Time goes further back.

The large fortified city at twilight resembles a sparda somewhere. Is it Daedalus? That, Sariel looked out from the high balcony.

"On the thirteenth day of the month of the first fire, a temple descended on me alone, saying, 'A demon king will be born'"

Next door, a tall, silver-haired man. My face doesn't look very good, like it was stuffed.

"If the Demon King really shows up, the first person to make contact is Sir Saliel, the Crusader General Commander. And that demon king would be so mighty that he would be told in a temple. I thought the conquest of Pandora had crossed the mountain by leaving the Daedalus army, but apparently the clouds are becoming suspicious, but be careful and hit it."

Great crucifix, what is it? The conversation with the man broke off there plump.

"I thought I knew Atashi was here (Pandora), through Mass, so I thought I'd say hello properly"

I know his face well, too.

Eighth Apostolic Eye.

In the throne room and the majestic interior, his rookie adventurer gear is everywhere out of place.

"Yatter! I love Senior Saliel. No!!

With a slightly obnoxious smile, the approaching eye's face turned up so much that it turned dark.

Saliel's routine, one glimpse after another, was somewhere thin.

Everyone worships her as the Seventh Apostle. All those who come into contact bow their heads with humility, and lay down their faces, and do not seek to close their eyes.

Only the same apostle exchanges words equally. Is that why?

"Naturally, Sariel is absolutely sorry about a man with no initiative either - look at that! I said I don't like Sariel like you either!!

"Ugh... Sir Saliel, I... I ha..."

Only conversations with the Apostle were portrayed with a little more clarity than others.

But what is most vividly engraved on Sariel is the memory of the battle.

"Ha... who would miss such a chance. Sariel, kill you here and stop the Crusaders!

In the walls of Daedalus, my figure of shaking my body, blurring my face, and so utterly void, is clearly visible everywhere.

Of course, I'm not the only one she's been fighting for.

The Orc Knight, the Lizardman Warrior, the Cat Beast Man (Warcat) Swordsman, the Lamian Mage - even Daedalus alone, fights and kills all races. Apparently, even after the Daedalus occupation, rebellions and resistance were active everywhere.

Sariel spans Pegasus, and goes round the villages alone, and destroys them. Unilaterally, overwhelmingly. Right, ravaged.

In her memory, the only thing that can be roughly called a struggle is counted with one hand. One of them...

"Saliel, it's been a long time since I've deserved it. Rather than this, I will do everything I can to deal with them - come, man with the name of an angel!

A ride with Dragon King Garvinal.

The figure of a giant dragon running in a pitch-black body with a disastrous crimson glow certainly drifts with the majesty and style that it deserves to name the Dragon King. Above all, an overwhelming sign is a spectacular word, enough to make your whole body gross just remembering.

It seemed close to a miracle I could defeat.

"I'm Kurono Mahogany. I want to get out of here, can you tell me the exit?

Compared to that, how do I look?

Barefoot round hips in bare hands in dirty prisoner clothes painted on return blood.

I was dressed everywhere when I escaped the lab and met Sariel for the first time.

No, not only did he look, but I was weak at this time. Sariel often remembered such miscellaneous fish.

"Welcome to the White Miracle and the Third Institute, under Cardinal Ars, the Seventh Apostle, Sir Saliel -"

And the memories from there will finally be the time before I am still called to this other world.

It was a much harsher series of battle memories than the Pandora expedition.

The main opponent is the same person. Defeating monsters is only when you encounter them. Saliel's job is to exterminate the pagans that spread to the Sinclair Republic.

Find it, kill it. If you push over in large numbers, we intercept you directly from the front. And a leftover hunt that leaves no one behind.

I fought, fought, fought. Killed, killed, killed.

That's how Sariel crumbles over the pile of bodies.

- God bless you.

This is the Apostle. This is the Apostle.

faithfully carry out God's will. That, in short, is just a machine. Kill enemies, kill people, kill dolls (Killing Machines).

"- From now on, this Saliel is the new Seventh Apostle. I haven't been officially appointed yet, but I haven't been awarded the title yet, so don't put ‘Sir’ on it and call it off."

Oh, well. Is that what you mean?

Was it you who created Sariel, Judas?

"- Buha!?

By a suddenly visiting breathlessness, he awoke from Sariel's battle record flashing back.

What, it's painful, I can't breathe. Drowning.

Though struck by a sense of crisis, fortunately, my head thrust up had cracked the water and succeeded in breathing out the air thoughtfully.

"Ha, ha... ha... what happened..."

Zubwet bodies are cold and heavy everywhere. I shake my head like a dog and play a long forehead that sucks water and sticks to my face perfectly. Finally, my vision opened.

"What, in the woods, or...?

Shin and snow fall, I stood in the deep forest. The coniferous trees surrounding Gurli and the surrounding trees are all like splendid Christmas trees by snow makeup.

If you noticed, the sky was slightly dim, with a hint of powdered snow falling quietly. Is it already at dusk?

Apparently, this isn't heaven, at least. At all, where did 'Heavenly Delivery Gate' lead to? Build proper transfer magic, you Judas fucking grandpa.

But should I say luck just because I wasn't suddenly dropped in the middle of an enemy stronghold?

What I was thrown into was a tiny pond, a tiny beauty that I would rather call a fountain. The water depth is shallow because it's just around the shore.

If you look closely, this fountain has a beautiful circular shape, and I feel that it was made naturally too much. Now, it also seemed oddly in harmony with nature, which did not make me feel uncomfortable. It's kind of a strange place.

"Saliel. Ha!

That reminds me of my top priority goal. I can't find my dim surroundings, staring into my eyes and rushing to find them.

But there was a water noise called Zabuzab. It's a quiet winter forest with no wind and you can't hear one bird chirping. Its sound emitted by the fountain claimed no more the presence of those who move there.

"Really, it's a bummer..."

Sariel had lost her right arm, her left leg had fallen, and while she could not even walk standing normally anymore, she was crawling up from the fountain with cheats so that she could crawl forward.

With her bright white complexion and underwear, she appears to blend in like a protective color in a snowy field that spreads like it was fixed on the shore of a fountain. But the blood flowing out of both legs flourished brightly in white. Once you find it, you won't lose sight of it anymore.

It's so miraculous that I think I'm already a zombie instead of moving, I move on to the shallow fountain towards Saliel.

Even the heavy legs are going to stop completely due to water resistance. Still, one step at a time, slowly, surely, proceed. I'm gonna hunt down Sariel.

"Ha... ha... wait..."

I just walked, my breath goes up. Still, I finally caught up with Sariel, who keeps running away with a miserable belly crawl like a potato bug on the snow.

If you look closely, you realize that the aura of white magic is finally disappearing from her body. You mean you've finally reached your limit - no, wait. The wound on his right leg, which nearly fell halfway, is blocked thinly.

That's not all. Fiona's burnt out right arm and his left leg, slashed off with a bamboo, both cutting surfaces, are covered only with a whitening bamboo, an example aura.

Recovery, are you... No, it's definitely healing. Despite the fact that the left leg has been cut whole next to the thick part of the torso: the middle of the thigh, the amount of bleeding that leaks from it is obviously low. The wound is blocking fast.

"Damn, you monster - ghoul!?

Even so, the view in front of me changes. Apparently, the effects of 'reverse interference (backdoor)' still don't subside. On the contrary, it also seems more and more intense as we retrace our memories.

So, what I saw - was a place I never wanted to see again.

"- Starting the final manoeuvre experiment now. Experiment Nos. 6, 13 and 24, in"

A circular hall that spreads down the white aisle.

Yes, this is the same facility where I was experimented on.

"Experimental start"

Two opponents. Same outfit, white prisoner clothes. I'm sure Sariel dresses the same way. It's what I wore, too, but when it comes to the difference, it's the fact that researchers wear masks similar to the ones they wear all together. Given the narrowness of his sight, Sariel would also be hiding his face with this white mask.

That's how the triplets Battle Royal, called the final manoeuvre experiment, began.

The battle is fierce, while bare hands without weapons. Unchanted attack magic is messed up, and for once, a melee jumping into the nostalgia is a reward for moves that are not even in the eye.

Six, confirmation of death.

Sariel slit the experimental body's neck with a sharp knife and knocked one down.

Twenty-four, confirmation of death.

Diving through a bunch of advanced attack magic that kills like a storm, Saliel pierces the heart of No. 24 in "Stinger".

As he drew an arc of blood from his chest, No. 24's body fell on his back. With that clap, the mask comes off.

Her face, which I saw only for a moment, looked exactly the same as Saliel's -

"... Ha, ha... Damn... Lily was right"

Sariel's identity is an artificial person (homunculus). The Apostle of Man-made, created by The Secret of White.

The anticipation of Sariel's identity, which Lily had made me listen to one day, was now proven at this moment.

Did you sympathize with me knowing that Sariel missed me twice because I was a similar experiment? I don't think he has such human feelings.

"Still, I... will kill you"

My heart shakes. I feel like I've been asked to beg for my life.

Same as last rose. But if I did the crusade without hesitation, I could.

"Absolutely, kill..."

Still crawling to escape, Sariel. First, I grabbed her right ankle.

At the next moment, I'd be in trouble if it was even a miracle super recovery. Even with one leg, he could jump and disappear into the back of the woods. If we lose sight of it here, we won't be able to find it again.

Sorry, but let me crush it first.

The hand grabs the ankle disappointingly and steps on a round little ass, wrapped in pants stained with a splash of blood on one leg.

"Huh!

Take a breath, pull your legs out.

Even though the wound is blocked, it is connected only by the skin and meat. I've already been cut to the bone, so even I could cut a thousand without struggling now.

Butchili, and the creepy sound of tearing the meat off, strangely lingers behind my ear.

The blood flowing out of the completely open cutting surface dyes red quickly to my feet.

There's no point in having legs forever. Without any emotion, I throw a raw white Sariel leg, like a mannequin doll part, straight away.

"Ahhh... ahhh, ahhh..."

A groan leaking out of Saliel's mouth.

Is that from the pain of being deprived of your leg? Or is it because of the days of Hell's human experiments that can rise back to the back of your brain again?

"Gu, uhh... chi, shit... damn..."

I can show you the pain I once experienced, too.

Injection of suspicious medicine with a tight colour. Dosing, dosing, even dosing. And a body that is chopped to its liking. How many times do I have to open this belly?

No rest, bad rice like gelo.

It starts when you wake up, a manoeuvre experiment. An experimental object on the same body as an attacking monster.

It even goes on, killing each other's days. Daily colored by death and suffering.

Yeah, I knew, there was nothing I could do, Sariel was just like me.

"Damn! Die!!

To escape the nightmare, to divert my attention from the reality in front of me, I strike at Saliel, who has lost his hands and feet, screaming like crazy.

I don't need reason. Forget everything you see, just remember the hate that smokes in the back of your heart.

Finally, I kick Saliel like a stone's throw, not wandering around, just getting a "uh-huh" and a groan of pain.

"Ah... Huh..."

The toe rolled out pierces his belly deeply. Saliel bounced and rolled over the snow twice, three times, sprinkling diarrhea from his mouth.

Her figure, who leaned back slowly, was crippled and sad everywhere. Your body can be applied to blood, your face dirty with vomit, and only one remaining limb on your left hand. If we leave it like this, we will die without waiting five minutes. It's rather strange not to die right now.

But I stab the tortoise with my own hands. Yeah, I made up my mind.

"... die"

I have no experience, but is this how you push her down to bed? I cover over Sariel.

Reach out to hold her gently. My big hand wrapped Saliel's fine neck around it.

"Die."

Cage your strength.

I'm the one strangling you, but my consciousness is blurred. Finally, the limits of power. Really, I couldn't move one finger so completely, I was about to run out of strength.

But that's the last of it. Just a few more moves.

"Die."

"Heh... ha... ah, yah... meh..."

No, that's not me. Sariel's red eyes stare straight at me, but what you see there is footage of a far past.

That was when she still had human feelings.

I can see, rather than hear.

Sariel's voice screaming in agony.

"Stop."

"It hurts."

"I want to go home"

"I want to see you again -"

This must be Saliel's memory that was really sealed.

She had feelings. From the beginning, it wasn't a doll. Saliel, crying out in constant pain, was a normal, girl.

Naturally sealed. Remember, I can't fight as an apostle anymore.

It was probably not until very early days of the experiment that I was able to retain my people-like emotions. Losing so much, she loses all emotion is evident in the memories she was shown just now.

But it's too late. You have already swung too many deaths as an apostle. I killed too many people, too many people, for God's sake.

So,

"Die!"

I'll kill him.

"Die!

I'm gonna finish this.

"Die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

- Lies.

Unexpectedly, the scenery turned.

What I can see in my sight is Sariel's face, which is losing its vitality, and a room somewhere, which is floating up on you.

"The truth is, that's not what I wanted to say."

Oh, my God, Sariel. All of a sudden, what is he saying?

No, more importantly, who are you talking to?

"Oh, yeah."

And, said Soitz. A fierce look with sharp eyes, yet with what a dumb look on his face, a school-run man. In the middle of no-one's classroom, Soitz... 'Me' was, really, looking at her like an idiot.

"Hey, why..."

How come there's me in Sariel's memory? I was still in high school.

No, more than that, I remember this sight, this answer.

"Ugh, that's a lie... no..."

Yes, this is indisputable, the last time I spent in Japan, the original world, on Earth.

There was only one person there, except me.

"I, Kurono-kun... I like you."

That day, I heard the dialogue that I missed in my own literary and artistic room, and it was only this time I heard it.

"Shirazaki... is it..."