Kuro no Maou

In the corner of the vast garden of the Royal Castle of Avalon, two witches were confronted.

"Well, resume your training (...) and it's an early week... it's time for you to be one of the teammates"

Belclosen, a witch whose Temple of Pandora governs one 'company of fire', lets Hawk Yang speak as if the master of martial arts were to preach teachings to his disciples.

I don't even feel like there are harsh signs drifting against her terribly young appearance from the way she still dresses today in a single spotless red and white witch outfit, hands on her hips and stands grandiose Jen Wang.

Beyond the crimson, brilliant eyes of Belclosen, stands the same luscious brunette as herself in a sarcastic and windy manner, another witch.

"Yes, Master Bell. Best wishes!

It is Nell Julius Ellord, the beautiful first princess of Avalon, who holds in her pure white coat a bloody crimson clay.

Although this witch garment wraps her whole body as loosely as the original class of healers (Priests), now she does not have the gentle impression of healing her wounded allies, but rather has a crisp, tight look on her face as a brave warrior advances and defeats his enemies.

In addition to her totally unusual outfit, her hair is also turned into a single, large ponytail behind her head to keep her hair out of the way of intense movements, which is one reason why her impressions seem to change from normal to gallant.

Two such Nell and Belclosen are facing each other in a wide snowy field with a nearby view of the hills built by the Company of Fire. Two brunette witches lined up would look like sisters, but each other's ages are so far apart that they are even more than sisters, mothers and children, no, grandmothers and grandchildren.

"Um, come on in."

I won't stand up. But Nell felt with his skin that Velcrozen was in a warring position.

"... I'm coming"

Nell's figure disappeared, like leaving the crushed word behind. At least, if there was a third party on this occasion to observe the two of us, it must have looked that way.

Still, Belclosen's red eyes firmly reflected Nell's appearance as he ran through the snow slipping.

Unstoppable high-speed travel is typical of enhanced mobility martial arts, including 'Disease (Air Walker)'. Not to be an example of this, Nell is also exercising an ancient technique of jujitsu called "Disease", which is based on "Disease (Air Walker)" and is expressed in almost the same principle and in exactly the same sense in ancient letters.

Nell first rushed out into a straight line with a 'disease drive' activated after a single breath of practice. And sudden conversion around filling the time to half. Turn to your left hand almost at a right angle. If you look decent, Nell's figure will disappear from sight here.

What exerts so much manoeuvre is the acceleration that reaches the top speed in the first step, the braking power that runs through without slipping your feet even on the snow and even achieving a sudden conversion. Both are performances that cannot be drawn out unless they are extremely 'disease driven' moves.

But the 'disease drive' of completeness that surprises even Nell's master is not just because she uses this martial arts.

"After all, if you use up to wings, you'll double your effectiveness."

Nell putting together a 'disease drive' includes, in addition to both legs, even large white wings that grow from their backs.

The wings of the shape, originally specialized only for flying in the sky, receive a huge amount of wind that can never be achieved by the human body, flushing and moving the body forward. Perhaps the moment Nell rushed out, not only was he a step due to his tough leg strength, but he sprayed his wings for further propulsion.

If you start running that way, go on. Twice, three times and the big wings strike the wind and bring further acceleration to her.

Extremely, a sharp shift to the left. Even masters of martial arts misstep additions and subtractions are sudden brakes during the 'disease', which can break their legs on too much load, but Nell was also safe and smoothly successful in using his wings.

As he lay his hands on the invisible wall, the wings produced the energy needed to change direction by striking the wall of air hard. The load on Nell's feet is less than half. It is carried in the direction naturally desired so that the body leaves itself largely to the flow of the wind.

By the time Belclosen had an impressive smile on his use of the 'disease drive' that made the most of having a flying organ called a wing, Nell had already taken a blow out of the critical direction that would be the blind spot.

Stick your right hand straight forward, palm bottom.

"Huh, sweet!

If you're in line with someone, this will pack you up. Nell's slender arms, while his spine would freeze at the signs of swirling magic there, would surely have shot through the enemy's steeple.

Belclosen faintly misses his torso as he sideways captures Nell's imminent appearance. That's all we can do, avoid the attack first.

At the same time, he stuck his left leg forward just a little bit. That's just the kind of position that tangles and catches Nell's feet that have stepped in at super high speeds. In short, I hooked my leg.

"-!"

As Belclosen thought, Nell is stunningly caught up with this without being able to deal with it. There was an unexpected obstacle around his ankle, his body's balance collapsed even brittle, and he was thrown out to roll forward with the momentum he had penetrated.

Shortly after I dropped off Nell, who's going to blow up like a spin in front of Belclosen beautifully, with the feeling that, well, he'll be able to take about a passive - weird.

"Huh!?

Belclosen's right hand was grabbed.

To who? Nothing else, Nell. It is Nell, who should be in the middle of a fall caught on his leg.

"Wow!!

Suddenly my vision is blurred. If you notice, Belclosen was rolling over the snow. Momentum as if rolling a giant snowball from the heavenly edge of the Asbel Mountains.

Nell had decided to throw brilliantly at Belclosen at the same time as he fell. Maybe she deliberately hooked herself up to her feet and took her hand after inviting her to get off guard.

Velcro-Zen's passivity is perfect, even with a handached Nell counterattack. The feeling that I could take it as far as being passive applied to me correctly.

While Belclosen's small body turned two or three times over the snow, he quickly regained his position and stopped the momentum that had blown up as he decided on the snow accumulated with both legs on the ground again.

And I looked up. There, there's no sign of Nell already.

This is a snowfield like a whole lot of empty space. No shields. Well, then...

"Up!

Just south in the middle, with the sun directly above heaven on its back, a white-winged nell approaches like a meteor. upside down posture with head down. The protruding hand was now not one but two hands.

Belclosen was not a metaphor, really, his spine froze at the signs of magic coming from the two overlapping palms.

"One mould/flush!

Velcrozen's swung hands overlap on both palm bottoms running to crush the brain. Her bright little white hands were, however, changing at this moment from wrists to shapes like Lizardman, where the tips were covered in black scales and sharp nails were grown at the fingertips.

It looks like it's equipped with a glove made of dragon scales. But it undoubtedly belongs to Belclosen himself.

Boneless hands protected by pitch-black scales, but successfully exert the delicate magical control effect hosted by 'One Shape/Flush', magnificently absorbing the dreaded blow of Nell.

Nell's palm, which crossed Belclosen's body from top to bottom, unleashed its hidden power on the snowy ground.

At the moment of impact, ripples spread across the snowfields. As if that were the surface of the water, it went in a large concentric circle as the snow rippled.

Snow ripples rushed through, and after a beat of silence came - the ground blew up.

As the geyser sprays up, de a splash of snow sparkles in the clear blue sky. It had reached a height of more than a dozen meters, becoming a tornado cylindrical form that trapped the two Nell and Belclosen within.

"Mmm!"

Before the sprayed snow tower disappeared into the wind, Belclosen was launching his next attack. Now a blow that is truly offensive, not a small worker or something like hooking his leg.

Still, if you release your penetration with the hands of a dragon that now grows sharp claws, you will cause fatal injuries beyond the boundaries of the pair of hands. In accordance with the ancient jujitsu technique only, the palm bottom of the same type as Nel was rolled out.

Her palms swirl thinly with an aura of disastrous magic mixed with red and black. The blow, too powerful to faint a person's consciousness just by touching it, accurately captured the dressed nell, its galloping empty head, pressing his hands against the ground and kneeling.

"… one mould/flush"

It was her white wing that prevented the palmar floor, which traveled the shortest distance, from bursting near the side head of Nell.

The fact that it is not just a misery is sufficient to understand, from the moment it touches its delicate, soft pure white feathers, the feeling of the palm bottom being flushed so that it is bounced off. Nell's white wings did have 'one mould/flush' activated.

I didn't know you could handle your wings so cleverly - and so on, there's no time in Belclosen.

Because now it's your turn to take a counter-attack (counter) than they did to you.

"Set and thorough"

Nell rolled out with momentum to be played up his upper body was still the palm bottom.

It is this palm bottom that is the underlying attack technique in ancient flow jujitsu. It may be said that the defenses are paired with "one mould/flush" and the attacks with "one set/thorough".

The "set and thoroughness" unleashed by Nell faithfully reproduces its operative logic, as taught by Berclosen, the master.

That means nothing more than pouring magic caged in the palm of your hand into your opponent's body and exploding it inside.

If you take it directly from the front, you'll faint in one shot yourself.

Belclosen, who felt so threatened, would no longer shake, but would choose to take it as it were, with a scaled, protected hand that boasted the rigidity that drew a line with other organisms. At the earliest possible time, it was not ripe enough to circulate beautifully in "One Mold/Flush".

"- Whoa!"

With the shock of accidentally roaring, Belclosen rolls over the snow again.

If it kills power naturally, it's better to keep slipping as adults, but she feared more Nell's pursuit than anything else. Next thing you know, if something like this flies in, it will be the first feather to taste something called pain in a long time.

As if a herd of ice-element spirits (Eyes Elemental) had appeared on Snow Mountain, Belclosen rose without showing a gap and stood guarded.

Well, Nell looked - there he is. There is no pursuit. Strange, from the standing position that struck Belclosen, he stood quietly without moving a step.

"It's my loss, Master Bell. Uncombatable."

A declaration of abrupt surrender, that's not to say.

Nell's hand, which had already untied the erection, and his right arm, which released the palm bottom, which had blown off the bell closen, was broken. The wrists and elbows are crushed and even more crisply bent between them.

The wound had proven how intense the reaction would return if the attack was applied to the hand covered in a velcrozen scale.

"Uhm... but not brilliant, Nell"

"Ugh, thank you"

A sincere praise, not a compliment, but how does Nell receive it by fulfilling it?

Nell raised his painful right arm as he floated a princess smile that attracted the beholder.

"'Regeneration (Heels)'"

Intermediate healing magic with no chanting. The pale white phosphor flashed in the affected area, and Nell's right arm was completely restored.

Amazing regenerative power, not so much from Nell, who has a gift for healing magic, would naturally be able to recover to this extent.

"It's lunch, shall we go back to work?"

"Um, I guess so"

After finishing a token indicating the end of the combiner, he flips his witch clothes and dark hair gracefully, and Nell walks out on the snow. Belclosen looked with a glimmer of cold sweat on her cheek at a beautiful hindsight that everyone could be convinced deserved, both as a princess representing the country and as a witch serving God.

"Not so much... more than a concubine can see."

If you drop your gaze, you were covered in the black scale there - no, it was covered, you have your hands.

I received Nell's "Set and Thorough" directly from the front, and the scales that were just on the back of my hand were flying beautifully. From the palms, from the scaled nails, the dodgy and the blood runs down.

"If you remember the ceremony, you won't be able to deal with people like you anymore."

This black scale that Nell shot to pieces is not just a scale. Lizardman boasts unparalleled stubbornness over the former, than what wild grounddragons and flying dragons have.

Black dragon scales. It is a symbol of absolute defense, held by the most powerful species that reign at the apex of the numerous organisms that inhabit the earth.

Strength is known if it is served as a person, but it still has a hardness far beyond the scales and outer shells held by those monsters.

"Unfortunately, in a concubine who is nothing but a dragon, the ancient magic of jujitsu is not taught."

Yes, the identity of Belclosen, who has been a witch for two hundred and fifty years, is not a human, but a black dragon.

The ancient jujitsu moves and knowledge she possesses range from the foundational stage once mastered by everyone in the ancient Ellord Empire Knight. It may be said that any further depths, or extremes, have been completely lost than Belclosen knows.

That's why she's not sorry.

A girl named Nell Julius Ellord was among the many Royal Avalonian disciples who once gave her teaching, because it was so talented that she had no and no talent whatsoever compared to her brother Nero, whom she called a genius.