Kuro no Maou

"Ha... ha..."

With a pitiful breath, I wandered through the woods.

A quiet white forest surrounded by snow falls into the illusion of endless continuation. Is it first that your leg stops clamoring at the limits of your health, or freezing in the cold? It's cold for me to take off one of my naked jackets.

"Damn... the sun is going down already..."

The silver world on one side was about to turn into a darkness dominated by moments and dark nights.

No matter how effective I am at night, I don't see anything in a boulder without any light source. With the magic left on this body, even small lights (torches) by pseudo-fire attributes are likely to burn out after not enough.

What are you gonna do, freeze to death and go to Nojuku? My body might recover somewhat if I sleep overnight. Or, now that you're exhausted, you're too defeated by the cold of winter... you don't feel like betting too much.

I was blurry about that, that's when the po white light lights up in front of me.

"... sorry, that helps"

"No."

Instead of me, Sariel used a light (To-Chi).

Her body on her back is terribly light because of her missing hands and feet. Still, I do feel the warmth of life on my back. Well, a jacket like my turtleneck sweater is just excellent for thermal insulation. Then, if you put this on a small sariel of XL oversized size, you can also cover the painful underwear perfectly and not become eye poison.

Nevertheless, the fact that a light (torch) can be used still means that magic remains. Exercising it as magic seems spicy, but magic itself would be better compared to me poking the bottom. Let's stick the leftover fairy spirit pills in Saliel and think it was worth blocking the wounds on his hands and feet.

Thanks, I didn't have to worry about the lights... but I remember the complicated emotions in this situation of helping her again.

Yeah, I couldn't kill Sariel after all.

Three more seconds, Sariel would have died if the memory playback of 'Reverse Interference (Backdoor)' had been delayed until that day. Not suffocated, broken neck bone.

If I saw that one, if I knew who Sariel really was... I wouldn't have any more power in my arms.

Sariel is not just a man-made person (homunculus). Its contents, its soul, belong to the Gentiles. If I summon a different world, should she be called a different world reincarnation?

Shirazaki liko.

Shortly after I fell, she also suffered a headache and passed out, and the next time she woke up, she was already Saliel's body. There was no shadow of an adorable girl with flax hair and black eyes, and she was reincarnated into the flesh of a puppeted beauty man-made (homunculus).

From what I can remember, that's all I could see.

Now the effect of 'reverse interference (back door)' has completely subsided. No more peeks into the secrets of Sariel's, no, Mr. Shirazaki's memory.

……

There's no conversation between me and Sariel. Even through each other's silence, I keep pushing through the snowy woods without a trace, and she also exhales a regular little exhale like she slept.

I just concentrated on walking, and I didn't think about anything else. No, I can't think about it, should I? What am I supposed to do or do under this strange circumstance? I can't think together at all.

The only thing I know for sure is that I've already crushed my will to kill Sariel. Rejection, to be precise?

The truth is, you should kill Sariel.

I know exactly what it means to let the Apostle survive, not to be a wacko. That's why I jumped into Heavenly Delivery Gate knowing I was impotent.

And most importantly, if she regains her power just a little bit more, she'll kill me first.

Even if we think only in terms of safety, Sariel's murder is the best measure.

Let's kill him, it doesn't matter who he is anymore, whoever Mr. Shirazaki may be, the Apostle kills him - but if you want to move your arms around, you still can't even help Pickle. I couldn't even lay a hand on her neck once I was willing to strangle her.

Oh, let's admit it. I don't want to kill Sariel. I don't want to kill someone I know, Sayuko Shirazaki.

It's a lot of laughter when you say you've been scattering and killing people. What is the devil, a mad warrior?

Face acquaintance of the same town. For just that reason, I can no longer kill people. What a foolishness. What, weakness.

No matter how worried you are and how much you annoy yourself, it doesn't change the fact that you can't kill her.

So, what am I supposed to do?

In the end, there, the thought stops. I don't have an answer.

"- That."

I kept trapped in such a whirlpool of reckless thoughts, but I realize.

"What, here... I recognize you..."

Is he a visionary (deja vu)?

Walking in the winter woods is also experienced in Asbel Mountains climbing during the Last-Rose crusade. Even if not, forests are a familiar field for newcomers if you're an adventurer. I look familiar, I'm not talking about anywhere.

Speaking of which, it's my adventurer's debut, my first quest for Liquisey Grass Harvesting, and I'm in the Fairy Forest with Lily.

"Well, this is the Fairy Forest."

I totally have a book of nights and the only lights are the little lights (torches) that are going to go out to Sariel's now. Still, I am sure I recognize the view of the woods that is illuminated with thin blur.

Even if it's snowing, you can't see it differently. The Fairy Forest (Fairy Garden) is a period of only three months spent in the village of Iles, but still a dungeon walked almost daily. If you think about it, that's only six months ago. I'm not so busy that my memories have faded by then.

"If it's from here, it's close."

The destination was decided immediately. Other than that, I can't think about it anymore.

It's been a while since I've been home, to me and Lily's house.

"Oh... there it is!

The moment I found a small, really small cabin to bury in that snow, I accidentally made my voice bounce.

Keep trying to jump in with the momentum of just kicking through the door, but the snow falling gets in the way. No one lives there, so naturally, there's no way they're removing snow.

I have no choice but to challenge the agony of working without a scoop to just open the door.

My breath is constant when I say I can finally open the door by pulling out the thick snow. I wonder if he'll fall in front of the door like this.

It was the moment I grabbed the door knob as I said Zeezee that I realized it would have been a little easier if I had at least let Saliel down.

Well, fine. Sure, it shouldn't be the key.

"Ha... ha... now..."

From the dark, cold indoors, there are no warm words that return "welcome back".

Still, my heart just got a little warmer in this room where I even feel this nostalgia.

"Sounds a little dusty... ventilate or no, put the fireplace on first..."

I hesitate to relax in a room with six months of dirt piled up in it.

In the meantime I put fire in a lamp that is suspended from heaven. Good, there's still oil left. The warm orange light that lit me safely finally made me feel comfortable.

"Yeah, I knew cleaning was first"

I made up my mind, first I grabbed the blanket and sheets that were folded into the bed, and then I went outside again.

I came back just a little bit when I got home. Consume the vitality, bang and dust slap. In the meantime, this is what you can do.

Having tentatively secured a clean bunk, I was able to carefully pull the sheets and blanket like a hotelman before finally lowering the Sariel I carried.

"It may be a little noisy, but be patient with me"

Most of all, even if one of the assholes flew in from Sariel, like me when Ocan buzzed the vacuum cleaner and got into it, as if he was aiming in the middle of a video game, he wouldn't stop cleaning hands.

In the cold, I opened the window in the cabin, and then unearthed the set of chillies and rag buckets that had been laid in the back, fully armed.

Dust removal and cleaning first.

I pre-organized it when I got rid of this place, so not a single piece of garbage-like garbage has fallen off. If you think about it, you can see that you never even got invaded by animals or monsters.

I'm really glad the memories haven't been vandalized.

Then, I managed to procure water from the frozen creek just behind the cabin, wiping away everything that caught my eye. Just one wipe for a surprising blackness. In six months, if another year or two had passed, I might not have even had the energy to clean it.

"Phew... well, here's the thing"

Tsuruzu shiny, not even, but for now, it became beautiful to such an extent that I didn't care to spend the night. See you tomorrow, when your health recovers, we'll do a full sweep. Lily loved it beautifully, and keeping this cabin dirty is a big draw.

With that in mind, I sat back in bed whilst I accidentally uttered a pillow that made me feel tired.

"... Chrono Mao"

"What the fuck?"

"Kill me."

"It's cold, windows, we have to close"

I'm done cleaning, and the open blow. Then I'm freezing to death even if I'm wrapped around a blanket. Get in the mood and I'll get up again.

"... kill me, please"

"Uh, I have to light the fireplace next time, it's going to be quite a heavy labor"

If it ignites dirty, it's going to burn to a bad thing if it burns. I cleaned the corners, but I don't want to be exposed to the undulating attacks of strange odors and black smoke. If it is bad, it is a little voyeur noise. What can I explain to the landlord (Lily)?

"I mean, here, how do you use it?"

As a matter of course, when Lily and I were just living in peace, it was just between spring and summer. I never had a chance to use a small sized fireplace commensurate with this cabin. Of course, there can be no experience in modern Japan or putting a fire in a fireplace.

Well, I don't know what happened.

"-" Fire Arrow (Ignis Sagitta) ""

A dark fireplace peering in lit a red fire in Russia.

"I have restored my magic to such an extent that I can exercise inferior attack magic"

Awesome. The boulder is the apostle. Is the fireplace magically lit with one shot too?

"After a night like this, it won't be possible to kill me on your own anymore."

"I see."

"Yes, so, kill me within the present"

I couldn't escape the red gaze of staring straight at me this time. It's like a curse. Ignoring or deluding is already the limit.

"Hey, Sariel... what the hell are you"

With such a vague inquiry, I go back to bed.

"I, Saliel the Seventh Apostle. It's not the Gentile Sayuko Shirazaki."

I know that.

Mr. Shirazaki was not just brainwashed and manipulated by the Thought Controller (Ensel Ring). Once defeated, it can't be that convenient to regain sanity or anything.

I know because I'm not the only one who's experienced what 'thought controller (angeling)' control is. Sayuko Shirazaki's personality disappeared a long time ago, and instead, his personality as an apostle, Saliel, of this badly done android character, was overwritten.

If I had finished my experiment like that to the end, I would have been a doll wearing a joyful, grieving, lackluster, faceless mask. What difference does it make to 'living corpse (living dead)'?

But that's why Sariel is an apostle. If it wasn't Mr. Shirazaki, I wouldn't be a normal girl again. Most deserving of being an apostle, the ultimate handkerchief proud of his white God, is because he has no emotions whatsoever and is just a fighting machine that kills his enemies.

"Then why would you want to die?"

Therefore, that is the biggest question.

"You didn't go back to Mr. Shirazaki when your memories were unsealed. If you remain the Seventh Apostle, why do you want to die yourself? Why won't you kill me?"

Sariel would have killed me if I'd known. By the time I was walking in the woods, I should have been able to shoot about a shot of 'White Pile (Sagitta)'.

I carry Sariel defenselessly. It is easy to pierce the heart at zero distance.

"... I cannot resist the will of Sayuko Shirazaki"

"What does that mean?"

"To me, too, I don't know. But I feel the same way you don't try to kill me."

For Saliel's sake, the vague answer came back. Really, I guess I don't quite understand why I'm changing my mind myself. I don't know, but you still kill me, I mean, like you don't feel like working as an apostle.

"She doesn't want your death. I will never forgive you for killing with my own hands."

"I don't know. If my life were to be saved, I wouldn't even care. No, Shirazaki was sweet, so maybe he'd hesitate for a little while."

"No, you can't make that choice. She will not spare you her own death."

"What do you know about Shirazaki?"

"Sayuko Shirazaki loved you."

It's like a continuation of the Last Rose dream.

But I wasn't dreaming or fantasizing, and I did, I heard her confession.

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

I'm not blunt enough to misunderstand the meaning of that word, or twisted enough to doubt it. Besides, if you think about the exchange that day, Tsuji fits.

Friday, May 14. In order to confess to me, Shirazaki lied about having a club meeting and induced me to be alone. At that stage, the literary and artistic staff must have taken root. Maybe they were all waiting outside their quarters, lurking their breath.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure he had a crush on Mr. Shirazaki just to confess to me.

"I love you. I've been staring only at you."

"Stop it!

You don't talk about her love.

I have no idea why Shirazaki liked me. Why on earth - I care, I care very much, but the answer should not be told, except from his mouth. Well, from his mouth, I never want to hear it.

When I realized that I was angry, I grabbed Sariel's chest barn up, attached my forehead, and stared into her untouched crimson eyes.

"Look, don't get me wrong, Sariel. I won't kill you because her soul dwells in that body!

I know it's hard to be myself anymore. The truth is, even a soul may have vanished beautifully and completely.

But still, the doll of God in front of me was once Sayuko Shirazaki. It's just that I... I can't kill Sariel.

"I want to kill you now. Now it's time to break it to its neck and erase the body so it won't come back to life again. Just like the Crusaders did to my people!

Throw down Saliel's body. Still, I'm extra pissed off at myself for not even being able to slap you on the floor thoughtfully.

Sariel won't hurt much, and it's unlikely he'll freak out more on my sword screen. She's just like earlier, just like Lily, who sleeps sloppily, only rolls into bed with Goron.

"... you should kill me"

"So I'm telling you I can't"

"She'll want it too."

"Ugh."

"Kill me"

"Shut up!

That being said, Sariel shut up foolishly and honestly.

Never before have I experienced such a painful silence. I couldn't help but feel like crying out, even though it was me who was calling out angrily.

"… what should I do"

What am I supposed to do? That's what I want to hear.

"I don't want to kill you anymore. But God will not forgive it."

"Even if you don't want to kill me?

"Yes, it would be possible to fight against my will if I had the power of shelter to dwell in this body"

It's not a rushing idea. If you are as powerful a protector as an apostle, you are likely to be strongly influenced by God's will, which is a great dollar.

Even if not, Sariel was moving unconscious when he jumped into Heavenly Delivery Gate. Perhaps it's part of the magic that Judas set up, but I can even imagine the danger that Sariel would suddenly strike me, just like that one.

And this evening is enough to restore enough magic for him to kill me. I didn't even have time left to worry about it for one night.

"... really, you're my enemy everywhere"

"Yes, I am your enemy, unless the protection I have lodged in this body disappears."

"Ha, if the protection disappears, you'll be on my side."

"No more hostility to me with you"

"That's good, that's great... if I don't have to fight you anymore, it's never this easy."

But there's such a convenient solution.

"Then when it comes to strength, you can also take purity instead of life. Because being a maiden is the most important condition for Sister."

The devil whispered.

What came to my mind unexpectedly was Fiona's face, who is intrigued by the chatter with her usual sleepy face. Yes, that does seem like something we talked about on the way to Fortress Galahad.

That's where I asked Fiona.

"But, if the Cross has a strict commandment like the Temple of Pandora, aren't some apostles really just breaking the commandment and causing protection to disappear?

on the possibility of the apostolic protective extinction.

And Fiona's incoming answer, Sole - that is, deprives her of her purity. offend.

"Sariel, are you, are you a virgin?

If I'd known, I would have asked that question. As for what men point at women, they fall into the lowest category.

Still, I couldn't help but say. Without distracting myself from my gaze, I said I was clear to not make any mistakes in listening, staring down at Sariel's face rolling straight into bed.

"Yes."

Why, why, if I never pin such a question on you, I never get angry that there is a lack of common sense rather than delicacy, Saliel replied.

There is no shaking in the crimson eyes that stare back. attitude of not being shy and just having answered a given question.

And you don't have to question that answer.

Because I'm already peeking into her memories. Once in a while, Sariel was never with anyone. Men and women, both.

"If you're no longer a virgin, will your protection disappear?

"... I don't know"

Now, it wasn't an instant answer. That too, naturally, would be something I hadn't thought about before. Well, there can't be a situation where you're exposed to a crisis of chastity. Where the hell is there a man who can push him down?

"I don't know, but it's possible"

"So the case of the disappearance of the Apostolic Guardianship exists?

"There isn't. At least I don't know."

Well, then again, that's a story that crushes all possibilities at once.

But he wouldn't do anything vague to say that he could just "do it" according to the atmosphere. There has to be some reason.

"I am a created apostle. It is not granted protection only by the will of the White God"

I have no idea exactly how the Judas bastard let him gain protection. Speaking of what I could understand in my memory, the fact that I lived a regular qualitative life, even by means of human experiments like mine, and as the image of the clergy that somehow conceived of the rest.

Saliel is basically on the battlefield, but daily prayers were indispensable among them. I don't see anything else special about this. When it comes to being strong, does it mean that the effects of his wars are always unusual? So much so that the activity of my Galahad war is so dazzling.

"So if you do anything contrary to the doctrine of the Crucifixion, there is a very good chance that the protection will vanish immediately, only for me"

"Our guess is that it's a clam."

After all, the Apostle is just like the Black Gods, and depending on the conditions, there can be the extinction of protection.

"For me the loss of purity is the most serious act of dorsal godliness. God would never forgive me if you were already in charge of the evil gods."

"You're a narrow-minded bastard, not to help."

If I'm no longer a virgin, do you think I should make another daughter an apostle this time? It is an idea that there is revulsion, but I guess the apostle is not just a collection of beautiful girls of God, given that the apostle of men also exists.

The terms of the Apostolic Awakening are still unknown.

"... would you like to try it?

It seemed to me that it was the limitations of a human being named me that unintentionally turned away from the question.

offend Sariel. Though I said it after understanding, to me the act is as unrealistic as it sounds, and that is exactly what LastRose dreams of.

Because I don't have any experience... Well, maybe it's one of the reasons, but the biggest problem would be that the other person depends on Saliel.

"I have grown stronger to defeat you messengers"

And that's done. We did everything in our power to finally hunt down Sariel.

"I hate you so much that it's still not enough to tear you apart"

I actually tore my hands and feet apart. To Sariel, who looked painful with missing limbs in his full-bodied creation, I could not finally hold onto the obstinate pursuit until that last moment. My grudges were real.

"And to me, Sariel, you were my strongest enemy."

It was Sariel who overwhelmed me twice, which was probably my primary goal. You can tell me you've been chasing that back all along.

"You know, I..."

"You are sweet. Sayuko Shirazaki is who I thought he was."

Saliel pinches her mouth cold so that she doesn't get my grip.

"What?"

"She also doesn't want your heart to break. If you suffer enough, kill me with one thought."

"Shut up! Don't talk like you've learned how people feel on your own, you puppet bitch!

Oh, totally, you're right, Sariel. I'm in so much trouble and suffering that I can't help it. Getting your hands on you is so much more than strange to be traumatized for the rest of your life.

I'm not wrong. You and Shirazaki have seen how vulnerable I am.

It's not to Sariel, who made the perfect point, who's angry enough to scream by accident, it's nothing more than his pity.

"Don't lick me, Sariel. Look, it was Mr. Shirazaki. I'm not gonna kill you. And I won't even let you kill me. I'll let you live, I'll live too. Neither will ever, ever give in -"

Turn your deviant gaze toward Sariel again with your escaped feelings.

- That's why I'm taking you from God.

I can't do that. If it were me. If I were on my own.

It would be impossible for me to feel that way. No matter how much I try, I'm sure I won't get excited.

So that's me...... I guess I gave you this' power ', Mia Ellord, the ancient demon king.

"Really?"

To Saliel, who pierces the same cold, faceless look, I reach out. Lift gently with your left hand and peel off the sweater that wraps her whole body softly with your right hand.

Again, a body brighter than Sariel's snow is exposed to me.

We were killing each other as hard as we could until just now. Fiona burned me, no right hand. I slashed him and he doesn't have both legs. My body is very thin and dirty with mud and blood. Especially if you have pants, bleeding during amputation of both legs, almost stained with dos black red and terrible.

I am satisfied with my body, but the blood coating is similar. The belly and left shoulder wounds stabbed with a spear are particularly deep.

Still, thanks to each other's "fairy spirit pills," somehow, the wounds are blocked and the bleeding only stops.

I should thank Lily, is it?

No, my heart is going to be crushed by the guilt of never being able to face Lily again.

From now on, I'm trying to hold the enemy I was supposed to kill in this cabin full of memories with her, even though it's short. In this bed, where the two of us slept together every day, instead of the little lily, there is Saliel.

"I entrust everything to you."

That's how I just say one word, staring into my crimson eyes. Obtained through the trials of 'lust', fourth protection. Activate it, a magic spell.

"-" The Demon King of Love (Overecstasy) ""