Kuro no Maou

Episode 473: The End of the Fifth Galahad War

"... won"

Beside Tausul, turned into a white wreckage, Simon was listening to the victory of the Spartan army, which spirits trees in the Galahad Mountains.

enthusiasm. The more I describe it so, the more soldiers and adventurers who are here are boiling.

Seeing, far away was still screaming and yelling with the snow smoke. I guess we're in the middle of a relentless pursuit of Spartan troops to the retreating crusaders.

How many more defenseless white soldiers are going to return to the dirt of Galahad to show their backs and escape? Simon stopped thinking more than that, whether it had anything to do with him having already finished the fight.

"Hey, you okay, Simon?"

As I sat up in the snow field with a slightly bonked head, a cool voice was heard from over my head.

"Ah, Mr. Sophie"

If you look up, what's there is a rich brown flesh exposed even under the cold sky. The costume, like a pure white dancer, encapsulates the extraordinary proportions, is dazzling to my eyes - it should be, but I saw a little bit of coal.

Simon finally remembers when he notices a ball-like sweat floating on his glossy brown skin and a pale watery aura rising like hot air from his body.

"Um, thank you... Sophie's the one who's hurt, aren't you?"

"I'm glad you're worried about me. It's okay, don't worry. I'm just a little tired because I haven't used protection in a long time. As you can see, my body is completely intact."

Where his gaze seemed to nail unexpectedly in the valley of his deep breasts, which leaned in front of him, Simon summoned reason to remain calm.

"Oh well, good, that's..."

She and herself, I'm glad she helped. Sincerely, I think so.

It was supposed to be something that happened earlier, but it was a moment that felt like a distant memory that I already miss for Wonder and Simon. I mean so nervous. Sniping at Saliel means sniping at the Apostle.

The unlucky thing was that Taurus, who drives himself with the advent of Sariel, was destroyed in one shot. Fortunately, only around the cockpit, which boasts the thickest defense, managed to avoid damage this way.

Still, a tremendous shock was added, and Simon was turning his eyes in the cockpit, but suddenly woke up by a horrible fairy morning call that resonated in his brain.

The operation has been in my head since the beginning. Simon came to a generation of battles after telling Lily's telepathy that he was safe and that there were no problems with the continuation of the operation.

It wasn't "Yatta Glass Duplex" that I had in my hand, but a new sniper rifle that I created to definitely shoot Sariel. The latest one sent by the Stratos Blacksmith Workshop, with a magical mechanism that accelerates bullets with lightning attributes, just like Chrono's 'The Grid', by incorporating the excess bones of Slowsgill. Its name is also 'Thunderbird'.

Simon, who set up a new thunder gun, just stood still and waited for the time to come. Lurk your breath, kill the signs. And pray to the black gods that you won't find them, please.

"After all, your power is too dangerous. I will kill you and all your people."

"Psst, you idiot... it's too late to notice"

And Simon pulled the trigger. Here, even without telepathy, I felt like Chrono's feelings had been conveyed in wonder.

Hit. 'Cardiac Eclipse Warhead (Memory Burst)', correctly released from the gunpoint at thunderous speed, hit Saliel's side head as he pulled the tail of the purple electricity.

I guess I guarded it reflexively with an aura of protection. The large caliber special bullet never pierced her head, but she was confident that the effect of the memory destruction she had hidden within had been exerted.

Yay, hit it.

The next moment I thought so, wrapped in a bright white light, I lost my mind.

Now I finally understand. I received a strong counterattack from Saliel shortly after the shooting was successful. And that Sophie stood up and protected me from it.

Now that I'm awake, there's no one else in the snowfields where Chrono and Saliel were playing the kind of battle that made the madness extreme. I mean, the fight is over. Chrono defeated Sariel.

"... really, I won"

"Oh, that was a brilliant blow."

Simon also honestly rejoices in her praise at all this time for Sophie smiling behind the demonic vale. At the same time, one heartbeat in the chest goes off. A little, embarrassing.

"Oh, yeah, we need to get Gardan out of the cockpit"

"I don't know if I can keep it that way."

Reminds me of a big golem knight still left in the narrow cockpit.

Crude, crude and in a way adventurous Gardan, but with him liking Taurus as much as he did or more than he did, Simon was more intimate than Sophie. Especially when they drove Taurus together and kicked the Crusaders, so much so that they even remembered a deep sense of friendship.

"The hatch is broken, so how do I get it out..."

Rescue is going to take a lot of work and time.

With that in mind, Simon looks around again.

Most of them rejoiced in the victory of the battle, but some of them leaned against the wreckage of their fallen companions and were also seen weeping.

Almost all those who have fallen near here were killed by Saliel. In just a few moments, you're going to do so much damage. If Chrono hadn't put an end to it early, the Spartan army's victory would have been devastating, even if it had been unshakeable.

"Um, that thing over there... Wow, those people, they're alive..."

What dungeon did you see in Simon's eyes? The face of a giant giant is gathering around. It was a member of the Oak, Minotaur and Cyclops trio, or "Iron Ghosts".

"Oh, because they're tough. Besides, if it is a monster system protection, it will also increase its vitality. If you don't stab the tortoise, you're gonna get up again and again."

Sure, if they hadn't taken my neck, they hadn't even pierced my heart. That hit, however, should have been irreparably damaging, if normal.

"Oh, my God, this one was horny."

"I was really scared to death!

"Oh, Ola's still... you're hurting my face..."

Still, oh and standing up on your own and bickering, does that mean rank five, even if you lose?

"Ha... that's what it is"

"Well, it's usually not helpful for the most part. Look, if you're a Blade Ranger, it looks like it was too late."

Colorful equipped 'Blade Ranger' members often stand out as falling into a bright white snowfield. Simon could have found it right away if he had also turned his gaze ahead of what Sophie had indicated.

"Ugh... Ugh... Damn... sorry guys... I'll take revenge for sure..."

Crying down the red, blue, yellow, green corpse in front was Pink Arrow, leader of 'Blade Ranger', who put together a dazzling shocking pink suit in his eyes. Even in a kidding outfit, it would be the same that the death of one's companion would be difficult.

"Really, he was a horrible opponent. I've never seen anything like that before. Often, Lily and the others could be defeated..."

Even Sofi, who does not break his constantly floating attitude of leeway, leaked the word in a serious way. She only prevented a blow, but she felt Saliel's strength with her own hands again, so it would be even more unfortunate.

"Oh, speaking of which, where is your brother? If you won, you'd be back by now."

For Simon, it was Chrono and I who wanted to share the joy of winning the apostolic overthrow we had even dreamed of. Together, we survived the Alsace defense of hell, as best friends.

"Well, you weren't looking at me because you were losing your mind."

On the mouth of a meaningful Sophie, a bad feeling runs behind her brain.

"Oh, hey, what... what happened to your brother!?

"Calm down and listen, he 's-"

"- Missing, what do you mean, Mr. Lily?"

Fiona grabbed Lily's torn piece up with no apparent killer expression, although it wasn't her voice that was absurd. Momentum and sword curtain as if you are also abusing to do it against Lily as a young figure.

But after only laying her eyes down for a moment, Lily stared straight back into her angry, burning golden eyes.

"Just like I told you. Chrono, along with Sariel, was swallowed up by metastatic magic and disappeared."

Fiona's memory is broken when Sariel's right arm is blown away with a 'Fire Spear (Ignis Fortis sagitta)'. With that backup shooting, the limit finally came to my body and I passed out. The next time I woke up, it was the infirmary of Fortress Galahad.

And now he asks Lily what's going on back in the inn room. It was Fiona, who had felt a little uneasy about not seeing Chrono since she woke up, but the facts told from Lily's mouth were too much content to impulsively grasp.

"How..."

"Chrono did not give up Saliel's murder until the end. He didn't give up."

"Mr. Chrono, I guess. Someone like that, so... but, Mr. Lily, while you're on"

"I'm sorry. It was my fault I couldn't stop you then."

Fiona also found out that Lily would feel responsible without having to contest herself. No crying, no rage, just calmly, rationally admitting no.

Fiona releases her grabbed hand at Lily's appearance like that.

In the first place, even Lily knew that at the stage when the Fairy Consolidation (Excelion) was released, the magic would run out of the bottom and instead of standing and walking in battle, it would drain to a harsh state. It's not much different from my fainted self. There must have been nothing Lily could have done then, just like herself.

Even if I could understand that, I didn't have the anger to smoke in my chest. What springs up instead is so much impatience that you can't help it.

"Where did Mr. Krono go?"

"I don't know."

"What's the direction of being flown?

"I don't know."

"What's the metastatic magic formula? Couldn't you just read some of it?

"I had no idea."

Ha, and it was Lily or Fiona who took a big sigh of relief? Or both of us.

After the painful silence flowed slightly, it was Fiona who moved out. With a heavy foothold that still leaves me tired, I cross the room and put my hands on the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go find Mr. Chrono."

"Do you have athe?

"There can't be."

"Stop it."

"Don't stop me"

Fiona's eyes turned around giraffed as if the golden sun was burning there.

It's insane, but I knew it myself.

"Take it easy, Fiona."

"Lily, how can you be so calm?"

Instead of answering the staggering words, Lily took one treasure ball out of her nostalgia and showed it.

Rolling over the little palm is the big magic fixture (artifact), "Black no eyeball (Yville Eye)," created by the eye of a human, rightly human, Chrono, with a glow of pitch-black, as well as a dizzying red aura, just like a person's eyeball.

"Chrono is safe. He's alive... through me, I know."

So I can stay calm, without disturbing you.

It wasn't that extra anger at Lily that swelled up Russia on Fiona's chest, but jealousy. I can't help but be jealous of her presence, which can make such a definite connection, even away from Chrono.

"If you really think about Chrono's safety, behave yourself carefully. We should do our best to meet Chrono as soon as possible."

I know. I know, but there's nothing I can do to make Fiona's chest burn hot, and the black smoke of anxiety can get in.

"Fine, the fact that Chrono is still alive doesn't mean the Crusaders caught him."

It is very unlikely that Chrono will be taken prisoner.

His activism, the damage he has done to the Crusaders and, above all, the battle to extremes that madness, is too dangerous to keep alive and captured.

And most importantly, Chrono's identity is just an adventurer. It has no power in Sparda and is worthless as a hostage.

There is no doubt that Chrono is the safest and most morale saver to kill as soon as he finds it.

"As I'm sure you know, Sariel had lost the power to fight. Chrono was pretty worn out too, but enough to stab Todome."

The chances of Chrono paying Sariel back after the transfer are zero. Worst of all, even if Sariel somehow escaped further, it's not a big deal for Lily and Fiona more than Chrono's survival is confirmed.

"It's been another night since the battle. Chrono will be well enough to move."

Today's date is the 25th of the month of darkness. It is already dawn at night, and the time is at noon.

If you go with Krono's tough flesh, you will recover just enough strength to walk around fine, as Lily says, just to sleep overnight. If Chrono has returned so much power, he won't hema as soon as his enemies find him.

Because with the power of Chrono, we can continue to live without problems in dangerous dungeons. If Chrono had been flown into the Crusader-controlled area, it would not necessarily be necessary to take risks and get close to the crowd.

"I'm sure Chrono will be back for Sparda. If we weren't there, we'd be wasting our time in the wrong place."

"So wait a long time."

"I can't do that. Neither you nor I can stand waiting in silence."

It was for a moment that an ironic grin appeared on Lily's young face. Immediately regain a serious look and speak forcefully to Fiona.

"I have no idea where Chrono was flown, but I'm pretty sure he's at least on the Pandora continent."

For some reason, the question went all the way to Fiona's throat, and the answer flashed.

Are you connected to Mr. Krono by the power of protection?

"Black Noh Eyeballs (Yville Eye)" was created by Fairy Queen Iris, and "Fairy Combination (Excelion)", which unites chrono, body and mind, is also the magic of God given by her.

It also means that, flipped, it will not work where the power of Fairy Queen Iris is not extended. Beyond being a pillar of the black gods, its protection can basically be expressed throughout the Pandora continent.

If the 'Black Noh Eyeballs (Yville Eye)' did not react in any way, only two avenues: Chrono is dead, or he is in a place where protection is not extended.

At a time when Lily can feel the survival of Chrono, it will prove at the same time that he is still present on the Pandora continent.

"I'm lucky to be in a place where I can continue to look..."

"Pandora continent is too big to find one person"

As much as I've seen a map of the entire continent of Pandora, an adventurer would have one. Ten thousand years to the north, from the land of permafrost, which will be closed by ice and snow, to the ever-summer islands, where the sun shines all year round, so much so that the galleries and seasons change. I can't imagine how long it would take just to move from end to end.

"But if Chrono needs help, it's just Daedalus."

Needless to say, the Daedalus realm is now in the middle of an enemy land controlled by the Crusaders. Conversely, in other areas, there is no problem in coming back to Sparda. There may be some danger on the road, but only the Crusaders are clearly hostile to Chrono.

"If you're going to Daedalus, I'm ready. You can't just pop out dressed."

At least Lily will need some fine work to disguise herself as a human being. Just like when I went to Avalon. Even as Fiona, it's risky to expose her face and act.

"So once I'm back in Sparda, I'll be ready to go search Daedalus. Fiona is waiting at the Galahad Fortress. There's a chance Chrono will be back here sooner than I am."

All I can say is a hopeful observation, but still I can't say enough about zero. Because Chrono could be flying closer than he thought.

"I'll leave Simon in Sparda, and Prince Wilhardt. If you contact me regularly, I can see how things are going over here. So with me and Fiona, let's go to Daedalus to find Chrono first."

"Okay, Mr. Lily...... sorry"

Yes, Fiona distorts her face like she's about to cry out now. Lily said softly, taking her hand.

"It's okay, because I'm critical, too."

The Spartans overpowered the Crusaders' third attack, which began on the 24th of the Dark Moon, and finally successfully repelled this.

The Crusaders pulled away the formation in front of the Fortress of Galahad and withdrew all troops. Even though Spartan Army Squad II, Tempest, set up a pursuit, the enemy, the Palace Squad, showed remarkable stickiness and stopped this in exchange for total annihilation. This battle will be our last battle in Galahad.

The Great Wall, proud of its Galahad Fortress, is half-destructed by the ancient weapons of its enemies. As a result of an even more intense offensive, tens of thousands of people are killed and injured. However, the leaders of the Spartan army, including His Majesty King Leonhalo, the First Prince of Eisenhardt, General Emelia, General Gezembourg and others, reached a successful end to the war.

Thus, the Fifth Galahad War ends in what can be called the victory of Sparta.

"... if you look at the apparent information,"

Phew, and it was Wilhardt, the unfortunate prince of Sparda, who took all the heavy sighs.

He threw a bunch of reports in his hand on his desk, and made a quick raise of the monocular glasses (monocle) on his right eye, which was half-heavy, before raising his face.

"But for starters, it would be reassuring."

The golden eye specific to the Spartan royal family is facing one maid, who is there, naturally, but sits secluded as a shadow. Of course, she is Celia, Wilhardt's supermaid who does everything from taking care of herself to escorting her to intelligence.

"No, it is not a sufficiently visible battle for the people and allies"

"Reports also indicate that the number of crusaders outnumbered the Fourth Daedalus Army. Wouldn't this damage be reasonable?"

"I wish I could just look at the numbers... but how's the battle at heart? The Fourth is, no, an unusual battle not to be seen between Pandora's nations you will remember and hear."

Right now, Wilhardt is sitting in a boys' student dormitory dedicated to executive candidates at the Royal Sparda Seminary. He is basically an executive candidate who gathers only royal marquis nobility, therefore, all in one room.

However, Wilhardt's private room, which is nothing more than a student, gathered information such as the battle details of the Galahad war that should have only been delivered to the Royal Castle of Sparda, the results report, and so on.

I didn't take the liberty of having classified documents. Even now, Wilhardt, the second prince, is only bringing back some of the documents to the Royal Castle because they can be viewed, after memorizing the information he reads there all the way to the detailed numbers, in a note that only extracts the main points.

Though that is inferior to the amount of information only available in the local command, it was too much to give a rough idea of the course of the battle in the Fifth Galahad War.

So Wilhardt already knows what kind of battle there was in that fortress.

"To the Taurus of Ancient Weapons, Operation Split by Mysterious Dimensional Magic (World Dimension). And the Apostle… the crusader's power, and his tactics, may be bottomless. If you're floating in a battle, your next battle is at stake."

It is not the chronic heart of Leonhardt, the king, who is my father, who should be concerned. It also turns out that he actually took command on the battlefield and, furthermore, exchanged blades with the example 'Apostle' by means of a report. It will be none other than putting him down to experience the power of the Crusades without any more.

It is therefore the reaction of the allies that is at issue.

If we can have a track record of exiting once, we can fully consider the possibility of sparing our support for Sparda that it will be easier, more affordable, next time. Beyond sending few troops, the Alliance countries are supposed to spend no fools in terms of money and material support.

It's a natural support because it doesn't actually bleed, but it's never been over suppressed.

As a sparda, it becomes a diplomatic proposition to draw more support.

But King Leonhardt is a good fighter, but the political rush is a wack of... As a sparda, we should appeal to the mightiness of our enemies in a somewhat exaggerated way, but expecting an oligarchy Leonhardt to speak in that hand would be a harsh story.

"Speaking of which, Nero and the others joined us... Hmm, why don't you accompany me with a stroke so that I can appeal to Avalon?"

Wilhardt, who is still just a student, troubles me as to whether this is the only thing I can do right now.

Although his father expects him to be a brilliant man, he has not yet gained any status or position in the present situation. But Krono of the same age has been so active in shaping the battlefield, and even that weak Simon went to the battlefield himself ready.

"Now that the battle is over, it's time for me to work..."

Prepare for the next battle, for post-war processing. I have the status of just being in a diplomatic strategy where soldiers and knights on the battlefield can't get involved with each other. But how many years will it be before we can actually be in that active place? At least I'm pretty sure I still have to wait a year for my seminary graduation.

Wilhardt thinks it's like a trolley rail drawn to a mine. My father, Leonhardt, said he went to the battlefield as one of them without being held captive as a student, but he can't act that far.

"No need to rush, Master Will"

"Phew, I know, Celia. I'm not going to be a kid enough to fool around driven by a sense of impatience"

"I was worried I'd run out on a stolen horseback."

"He thinks it was a popular song years ago... he'll find out how old he is, Celia"

Celia pierces a slightly murky but unfamiliar face on Wilhardt, who smiles bitterly without thinking of the old phrase. Just a little, I'm relieved of tension.

"Sometimes, Master Will, it's going to be a triumphant parade tomorrow."

"Speaking of which, you're already back."

The report of the Spartan victory is already widely known among the people. Sparda is in a hot boiling situation right now to win the war.

They will await the return of the great king who led Sparta to victory, now or now.

"As soon as Father gets back, I'll ask him... but I want Celia to try to find out."

"Is that where Master Krono disappeared from the battlefield?"

Already, information that Chrono has gone missing has reached Wilhardt's ear as well.

It was initially questionable that he was not injured or killed in action, that he was missing. But apparently, at the end of his battle with the Apostle, who becomes his lodging enemy, he finally came to terms when he heard that he was caught up in the metamorphotic magic exercised by the enemy for his escape.

If that metamorphosis magic had led to enemy strongholds, Chrono's survival would be hopeless. You can't be worried.

"No, you're not."

But Wilhardt broke down as no.

"You and Fiona should be in charge of Chrono. Regardless, we will spare no effort in the search."

"Are you sure?

"Phew, Chrono is my soul's ally. A man only believes in his return in silence."

Chrono would surely survive any situation. And when I was bound to come back to Sparda alive, I was believed so. Wilhardt thinks this would be trust, although there was no basis for it or anything.

"Therefore, our priority should be - the apostle that your father has captured, the one who names the Eighth Apostle Eye."

In this Galahad war, there were two apostles who showed up on the battlefield.

One is the Seventh Apostle Saliel.

He said that already at the stage when the battlefield had decided and the Crusaders had begun to lose, he appeared with the white light from heaven suddenly to protect them fleeing.

In just a few moments, he laid down a Rank 5 Adventurer and tried to raise an even nearer thousand soldiers to the Blood Festival.

Then the details of the battle are unknown, but there is no doubt that the 'Element Master' was the last to fight and as a result, Chrono and Saliel disappeared from the battlefield by metastatic magic. Although the situation is uncertain, it is nevertheless certain that the Seventh Apostle Saliel thus withdrew from the Galahad war.

It was this seventh apostle, Saliel, who caused remarkable damage to the Spartan army, but said that another apostle appeared as if to help her in distress in the battle against the 'Element Master'.

That's the Eighth Apostle Eye.

The name sounds familiar. Yes, who once Chrono appeared at the end of Hell's Alsace defense battle and became a distant cause of the annihilation of his people.

Her appearance seemed to lead Chrono to the end of his battle, but it was Leonhardt who rushed to perceive the signs of an unusual apostle.

That the Apostolic Mightiness is understandable only because the father of that battle frenzy, not a one-on-one duel, but a temporary party with Prince Eisenhardt, General Emelia and General Gezembourg, in the strongest member of Sparda, challenged only one opponent.

Perhaps if you fought in Sashi, you would have lost, you felt. But you don't die easy as a king, you have to lead anything to victory.

King Leonhardt did his duty.

"It is said that the Eighth Apostle Eye surrendered at the end of a fierce battle, severely overlaid with a magic seal and captive. Perhaps it will be transferred to Sparda in the near future"

"Are you sure you want to bring such a dangerous person to Sparda?

"If it's just a vicious criminal affair, you can throw it into the Southern Galahad military prison... if it's a monster of mighty protection, there's nothing more to it than sealing it in the 'Narrow Room of Coquitos', the lowest level of our Royal Castle of Sparda"

"You think I'm just going to keep you as a prisoner, not an execution?

"According to the story, the Apostle is not only a powerful soldier, but also a religious figure, revered above the royal nobility. You won't be released under any conditions, but your value as a hostage is immeasurable. Besides, even as a father, the secret of the Apostolic Power will be of concern. There are mountains of things to ask."

But Wilhardt cannot wipe away a glimmer of anxiety while stating for himself the right reasons to keep the Apostle.

To keep in the middle of this sparda the terrible monster of an apostle for ever to come.