Kuro no Maou

In the slums of Sinclair Republic, there were young brothers and sisters who lost their parents. Two other unaccompanied persons, like many orphans, are protected by the Church of the Cross.

But the destination where the two were welcomed was not an orphanage for a qualitative coexistence.

A mysterious establishment, with an untainted white wall. The secret organization of the Church, known as the "White Trail," was a madness laboratory for horrific human experiments.

Since my brother and sister will be loyal soldiers serving the White God, I will have days of harsh training to commit outrageous modification surgery, killing each other among my peers.

By the time the two of them surpassed their adults, they had become elite soldiers of martial arts, magic, and excellence together.

But the battlefield where the two were sent in as first line, yes, the Crusader's strategy of Fortress Galahad attack was hell beyond imagination.

A huge grand castle wall that stands. Protecting there is a strong Spartan army. And above all, heroes with amazing combat abilities that cross parity with the Apostles.

Leonhardt, the sword king, breaks the secret weapon Taurus. Humiliating the Holy Girl of Helvetia in the middle of the battlefield, the demon of Alsace… There were many others in Sparda who boasted of their powerful power.

So, finally, the Crusaders are defeated. My brother and sister, trained as elite soldiers, will also suffer an unparalleled defeat.

In the extreme of the confusion, where instructions were given for the withdrawal of all troops and chased by the Spartan army, who suddenly set up a pursuit, the two thought. Now, can we get away with it?

No matter how strong you get, you can't beat Spartans, Demons. I'm just back alive, and there's a hell of a routine waiting for further modifications and training.

So let's get out of here.

With his wounded sister on his back, his brother fled the battlefield of Galahad. Turning his back on the god to be exhausted, he began to flee betrayal, which could never be undone again.

Fulfilling, before the two fled and stretched, is there hope...

Let's go with the "-" setting.

"Okay."

In the cabin, where the front wall flew all over and blew brilliantly, I made Sariel tell a fabrication of about half the truth and lies.

Before the bee and fireplace fire can play, I sit up to hold Saliel's body from behind, wearing a blanket. I can stand the cold, but I want to keep warm with the crowd.

Finally, let me tell you something, I have no choice but to hold Saliel because there's no more suitable place in this broken cabin to put her to sleep or to sit. I never forgive her or anything, and I'm not a jerk to say no.

It must be because of my mind that I feel a little embarrassed by the warmth I feel from Sariel's body in my arms.

"My name is Chloe. You're, uh, right..."

Hopefully, even a pseudonym would be nice to call it and pin it. If I don't respond too much, I'm suspicious. As long as I can lie, I've never crossed without finding out.

As a result of brain deliberations spanning more than a dozen seconds, one name was unanimously passed.

"Yuri, name it"

"Yes, brother"

"No, you don't have a brother"

"... brother"

"Brother, keep it"

"Okay, brother."

Could it have been a gag like Sariel? No, you don't. He must have seriously thought the best way to call you brother, and secondly brother, was reasonable.

True face and no joke, she somehow seems to have less of a grip than a natural Fiona. Well, there's no way we can get along right away with the guy who was the enemy of the cause until yesterday.

If Shirazaki had personality, I wouldn't be confident that I could get along well.

"But is this really okay..."

"From the village, you won't be trying to pry into our situation until you risk it. It's hard to tell you a secret, just the body."

"Can anyone protect me?"

I followed Pioneering Village and went straight back to the cabin.

And this is so.

The cabin is tragically walled through, with monsters rolling around like stupid big bears inside, and Saliel sleeping as if nothing had happened in the broken bed... for now, I could get an idea of the situation as soon as I asked what was going on.

Probably a monster named Armored Bear who ate and killed three people in Pioneering Village. A fear-eating bear, but it is Saliel's ability to fight that ends in one shot with a missing body of limbs that makes me remember to fight again. Even if the shelter disappears, he's a monster.

Nevertheless, there were no monsters like this when I lived there.

Perhaps because of the absence of fairies, including Lily, this forest is now home to monsters that have never lived before. Think of it like Lily was exterminating that goblin, eliminating dangerous monsters in a timely fashion, so this fairy forest (Fairy Garden) was kept safe: Dungeon Danger Rank 1.

But as soon as the adorable patron saint of the forest disappeared, various monsters came in from other areas as comfortable forests to live in. In the near future, the hazard rank may jump to about three.

I was able to calmly guess when I managed to recover from the shock of the half-baked cabin. It was just time for the sun to set.

Now I can't even go back to the village. Sooner or later, I decided to camp here tonight.

"Nevertheless...... would you really be ok"

As a result of discussions with Sariel, the opinion was consolidated in the direction of accepting the invitation of the caution stick presented to Randolph.

Of course, there is anxiety.

There is, but once again, if we think about the current situation, we conclude that it is more likely that we will be lurking in the village to gather information and prepare for the return of Sparda, which in turn will be safer. In view of the risk of snow mountain trampling, it is also possible to stay until spring, when the snow melts.

"Even if the Crusaders find you, you just have to run away on the spot. Your feet will make it easier to scatter your chasers if you run into these woods."

"Well, when it does, we'll have to be ready and force it to break through"

Even if he decides to cross Galahad from his current state, he's likely to be discovered by Alsace-based Crusader border guards. In preparation for Sparda's backlash, the streets would, of course, be building surveillance nets that would fly the Heavenly Horse Knight (Pegasus Night) over the mountains and forests without a single mouse.

Even considering the neighborhood, it still settles down to the choice that we should wait for the opportunity.

"Hey, I've already seen my face there by the villagers, but if they arrange a nomination, they'll find out in one shot, won't they?

"Let's hide it from you tomorrow. You and me."

Says Saliel, holding it in his chest, looking up at my face. I don't seem to blame you for doing something far-fetched, but naturally reflection springs. After all, just in case, I should have totally masked it, not the hood, or something.

"... Aren't I too late?

"Let's hope they don't find out."

"Who are you praying to?"

"The Japanese may pray, even if they do not believe in God"

"Oh, and so is that"

I laughed unexpectedly.

Only when it's convenient. "God help me!" In a truly Japanese spirit. And to the hilariousness that the day after I betrayed God, I would pray to another God that was unknown sooner or later.

"Hmm... what the fuck?

"No, it's nothing"

Ji realized Sariel was staring at me. Nothing, I say, but for that matter, it seems like I'm staring seriously.

How uncomfortable. Novice mental assault?

"Let's go to sleep today"

I can't stand to be stared at in silence any more. Besides, I've been up all night. It's a good time to sleep. Well, I'm sleepless as it is.

"... okay?

"What?

"Today, don't you?

I didn't feel like asking back what.

I run out of words as I peek into the inorganic red eyes.

"Never again"

You can't possibly do that either. For me, it's like this, for me... because there's something about a man's pride.

"Fine, go to sleep"

"Yes...... good night"

That's how I revealed that night with Saliel's body in my arms, which wouldn't move like it was powered off or pickled off.

"Oh, thank you, thank you very much!

It is Randolph, Teng himself, who asked me for a caution stick, to express his gratitude so clearly, even though he had a slight loving laugh.

I unfortunately left the broken cabin, dragged Sariel and all the luggage he could carry, and the body of the armored bear on the snowpath with the black chain of the demon hand (bind arts), and visited the 202nd pioneering village again.

To the corpse of a cannibalized armored bear who terrorized the village, the villagers cheered - there was no such thing as a dong pull, and he had a gaze of terror against me. Something like this, the same atmosphere we had when we triumphed from the ancient castle of Ischia to Sparda... and the advent of Randolph, who, where we are feeling complicated, can push us all together to take responsibility and care of ourselves as representatives of the village.

And then, to be invited to a room in the same church as yesterday, to talk.

"Hey, it's really good... just because someone as strong as you is in the village, everyone can work safely"

After only a brief greeting, I told him that I would accept the request for a caution stick to go straight in. Asking a roundabout question, Randolph won't freak out either and the words won't come out smoothly.

"Let's get the job done."

"Thank you, please, thank you"

Shake hands with disappointment and enter into a contract. Even so, I'm going to pack the details.

"... By the way, Lord Chloe, who is that?

This is the first question Randolph flew in, just as he did yesterday, sitting in a chair facing each other in a business negotiation position. Naturally, naturally.

It's my sister.

"Yuri, my name is Brothers, I'm going to take care of you."

Saliel, who made me sit next to him, named him after him without precipitation on Rehearsal Street.

Nicole, and even a poor smile would have been perfect, but asking this doll daughter for it would be a harsh story.

"Oh, hi, I, I'm going to be the village chief of this village, my name is Randolph. Please let me know immediately if you need anything."

Subtle, I found out in this greeting that Randolph had officially become village chief. Apparently, really, there's no one else competent besides him.

"I thought you had company because they told me to prepare for the trip for two... I see, were you brothers and sisters"

"Oh, me and Yuri took part in the Galahad Fortress offensive strategy as Crusader soldiers. As you can imagine, we're deserters."

And here I uncovered so much about the situation that I decided to set up within yesterday.

I was in a special unit where Hell's training continued. And if we took part in the war, we were more miserable than training, and finally the two of us escaped. Never again, you can and will not return to the army.

I told him that I was going to act like, how I am pushing grief to death. I'm not sure if they play really well. I'm not in the theater department, I'm in the literature department. At last, Sariel is also in the Literature and Arts Department.

"I managed to be safe, but my sister, as you can see... was slashed in the hands and feet by a terribly strong Spartan knight"

"Oh... what... after all, the battle in Galahad was worse than I heard in the rumors..."

Aside from my acting skills, what Sariel actually sees as an unbroken masterpiece was probably the most compelling factor in this story.

Randolph didn't even think of it, and the tears of Shizuku overflowing the edge of the black-edge glasses glow like that.

"Fine, the battle is over."

Do not pry any further, pretending to be the wind, but hide the truth with plating that is still going to peel off, and move on.

"Oh, yes, right, uh... first of all, is it a face...?

"Was the mask still bad?"

I've been talking to Randolph so far with nothing to eat face, but both me and Sariel are totally covering their faces.

I have a hood in my white robe this winter, so I can hide my face by wearing it and wrapping a towel around my mouth. If I were a muffler instead of a towel, I would have dressed a little more, but at this point, I can't afford luxury.

But what's worse is Sariel. He glued his entire face around it with a bandage, as if he were a severely ill person with a major general burn. Of course, the towel is covered like a turban after putting it together in a large dough so that you can't even see the trademark silver hair. Looks like a Tertel boy's head.

"Yeah, a little in that look... everyone will be afraid. Besides, if you hide your face too openly, you'll be suspicious..."

It is so true that there is no sound of gu. But we had no other way to hide our faces than to do this.

Damn, if this is the case, it's a cursed stone mask that was about to be pushed and sold at a tool store when I was living in the village of Iles. I should have bought such a frigid item for Patimon. No, that's it, full suspicion?

"Is there any good way?

"Oh, yes, if that's what you mean...... actually, here, I've got it ready"

I was wondering if this could happen. In anticipation of me wanting to hide my face, I thought I'd be ready, this Randolph, unexpectedly turns my head. Or was it because of this kind of turning of mind that you were able to become a village chief?

"Here you go, it's magic equipment for disguise (magic item)"

Two things were put on the table with the shittiness: black edge glasses similar to what Randolph is wearing, and hair pins that are so small and undecorated that if you drop them on the floor, you're likely to lose them.

"" Coloring Eyes "and" Seven Color Changing Hair Clasps ""

"Oh, did you know"

Subtle Sariel gave me the item name. From the name I guess the eyeglasses are "Coloring Eyes" and the hairpin is "Seven Color Changing Hair Clasps". The more effective it is, the more likely it is.

"Thank you, let me use it"

Without hesitation, I picked out my glasses and gave Sariel a hairpin.

"... what do you say?

"Yeah, it's changing properly. Are you sure you want the color of your eyes to stay blue?

I see, is the color of my eyes turning blue now?

Thinking of the Sinclair traits, Binocular is pretty popular. You won't be suspicious. That's it, I nodded back.

Well, you could have given Sariel a hairpin, but this was when I looked next to him to see if it was faster.

The turban towel and bandage covering Saliel's head are unbandaged at once, as Buwa could have bounced all the way from the inside. But more than surprised, I am blinded by her long hair, which was big.

It had shiny flax hair.

"Is this okay, brother?"

I couldn't help but say, "Hey, Sariel!" I almost called it by name, "but stepping on a dodge was avoided to her dialogue, which only penetrated the act.

Relax, I don't care what color your hair is. Even if it was flax, reminiscent of Sayuko Shirazaki.

"Oh, that would be nice"

Anyway, now the disguise is complete.

"Well, next, let's talk about rewards."

And Randolph cuts out the most important project as a village to the agenda, but my consciousness was turned to the other side of the room where the door was separated.

"... something, isn't it noisy?

When I said that, someone shouted so loud that I could hear it in my spare time even if I didn't blink my ear. On the boulder, Randolph noticed this too.

What, what, rubbing it? Wild horse guts out, I'd like to go check it out even if it's a little bit, what a moment I thought...

"Olah! Teme, what a suspicious bastard trying to get into the village!!

With such an anger, the door opens. No, I got kicked. Dawn and, flashy. The hinge flies and the door is brilliantly buttered to the floor.

Now, I observe a man who provokes a lot of hostility at the same time as a dynamic appearance.

Pretty big, maybe more than me. I can tell by wearing a brown fur coat that holds thick muscles together. Looks like a hunter outfit at first glance, but from the big battle axe (Battleax) you're carrying, it's gear that assumes fighting monsters.

The face looks like this interracial, deep white face of the moat. In a Hollywood movie, I get the impression of being a bully classmate in the Ameft department teasing a poor protagonist boy before he became a superhero. That also means that this man is not so far away from me and a young man.

Blonde blue-eyed, this is another Sinclair-like trait. But the thing that catches my eye is the hair that has a long forehead all backed up like it was hardened with wax. What a particular, seemingly particular hairstyle in such a de country village with just enough wax and hair conditioning to establish this hairstyle that the question arose first.

"Oops, apparently teme and no mistake...... yeah, dude, hey, I got cancer on me. Ahhh!?

Even if I don't feel like it, I'm heavily aware that my eyes are so bad that I look like I'm going to jump cancer just staring, but I haven't been told so far by Dostraightforward.

"Come on, come on, Ryan, turn to the village benefactor -"

"A benefactor, huh? Oh, come on, Ojiki. No, he's serious.

The young man known as Ryan is apparently Randolph's nephew from that mouthful. Finally, you have a tremendous distrust of me.

"Oh, my God, Ojiki, no! Look at his face! He's a walnut in a walnut! Elysion's slam-splitting gang boss, 'cause he didn't have a yabe eye so far, huh!?

I say terrible things everywhere in my first meeting, but it's hard to deny it.

Yeah, it's weirder to think of Randolph trying to take a guy like me into the village as a caution stick. Even if I knew it would be beneficial, if I put that slaughter play and this face of mine in front of me, the repellence would prevail.

"Fine, get out. It was already the village's decision to welcome these people."

"I won't admit it, he's so suspicious! You know what you're up to at the bottom of your belly... even that armored bear is! Take this prey of mine aside, no, maybe he hit the village, it's too good a time!!

It seems that the corpse of an armored bear that I brought with me as a souvenir has led me to unwanted distrust. Speaking of good timing, this is certainly not true either.

"Ryan, if you say anything more, you can't forgive me as much as you want."

"No evil, Ojiki... but I really disagree with putting these guys in the village. This man and the woman... Huh!?

That's when Ryan first turned his attention to Sariel, who was sitting next to me. Ryan and Sariel. Maybe.

……

He has flax hair, but brighter eyes than Ruby's, pointing straight at Ryan. Without saying anything.

But Ryan won't say anything either. Put on the cancer. The complaints don't come out as one. The mysterious silence surrounds the indoors.

Keep each other, staring at each other for dozens of seconds. Sariel strayed from his gaze with Hui so that he could lose interest.

"... mab"

Poop, and Ryan leaks the word. Horribly old slang in modern Japan, if not misheard.

"Hot mab, dude... angel, seriously angel..."

It is a moment of love at first sight.

Well, Sariel's face is no less cute than the girl Lily. It's no surprise that charms (charms) live there, and even if they don't, it's no different to being a super beautiful girl.

"... I'm sorry, just pinch me out"

When Randolph said something like, "Oh, boy," two young men appeared to Ryan with a frightened look at his sides. The outfit is similar to Ryan's fur coat hunter-style.

"Aniki! We should pull this off once!

"If I made Mr. Randolph kick ass any more, I'd suck anything!

"Ha!? Oh, hey, Teme, don't interrupt!

Whatever the tone of his brother-in-law, the two young men drag him out of the room desperately, saying things that would make Ryan look rough like that.

"My story's not over yet. Whoa!

When they managed to drag them out of the room, I half-heartedly dropped them off, adding three or four more of my buddies from there, lifting Ryan's big body up to even take charge of Shinto, and leaving with a washy wash straight out of church.

Nonetheless, the intruder thus withdrew, and peace again came indoors.

"Thank you very much for your disrespect... I'm sorry..."

"No, it's understandable that there are those who disagree"

Before Randolph's profoundly bowing apology pose, which will be several times already, tell him that I don't care.

"Ryan is my nephew... and you're right, he's a troubled man with twice as much power."

"You can't trust me, you won't have a choice. Besides, it looks like Ryan and his crew weren't in the village yesterday?

"Oh, yes, let them be our vigilante. Yesterday I spent the whole day hunting armored bears."

Speaking of which, you heard yesterday that the majority of the vigilantes were in the woods when the Crusaders came. As much as you called that armored bear my prey, you must have been looking for it with blood eyes.

"I didn't expect them there. You're unlucky."

"No, I was rather fortunate... the vigilante was just a bloody young man, and if he was there, he would have challenged a reckless battle and taken a hard toll"

If you look at Ryan's sword screen, you can easily imagine. Even I didn't feel like it, I felt so angry that my eyes turned bright red at the wolves of the Crusaders. If you're a man of power, there's no way you're not challenging the fight there.

"Don't worry, I'll tell the vigilante a lot later"

We'll have to leave this place to the village chief, Randolph, to persuade us.

We could use Sariel's beauty to tell him how unfortunate we are and invite sympathy, but we can't expect him to perform.

"As for us, I'd like to avoid any extra trouble with the villagers."

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I will do everything in my power to accept both of you."

I have to say, however, that if you are asked if there are any specific measures to tame the village immediately.

Needless to say, the vigilantes, including Ryan, are in a difficult situation to say that even for other villagers, they have raised their hands in favour of our acceptance. As for me with that fearful gaze, I will now give up the mood for acceptances and such.

Finally, when it comes to the caution stick, it sounds good, but if nothing happens, it's just a cereal crush. Besides, you pay a lot of money to hire them. If you don't have the opportunity to be active, you won't be seen with good eyes.

Maybe it's tougher to lurk in this pioneering village than I thought -

"Brother."

At that time, Sariel, who was completely turned into a figurine, raised her voice. Brother, all of a sudden Nani said something. I thought it was him and vegetarian, but it wasn't me who tailored her to my sister's character.

Well, it's hard to play a different person than you thought.

"What?

After a beat, I finally replied.

"I have a suggestion"

There was little surprise that Saliel, who basically wouldn't open his mouth unless this one spoke to him, was trying to make his own point.

For now, there's no point in blocking her mouth here. Sariel is not an idiot, if you bother to say it from yourself, it must make sense accordingly.

I say, "Talk to me." No heart or Randolph was intrigued.

"I will be the priest of this village"

I drink the words down to my throat. The excessive reaction would be NG on this occasion.

"Oh, that's, again..."

Instead of me piercing the silence, Randolph returns the vague question in a bewildered manner.

"The likelihood that a successor to the deceased priest will come soon is zero as a result of the overall size, location and importance of the 202nd pioneering village. It is presumed that the other year will continue without a priest."

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I don't think a new priest would be coming to such a country any time soon, and if he could take my place, I wouldn't be more thankful for the offer..."

"There is a degree of upbringing to serve as a village priest"

Well, you're a messenger instead of a priest. You'll be able to afford it.

"Oh, really... but, uh, you know, because you're really okay?

Horrible, it's not Sariel in person who suggested Randolph turning the inquiry's gaze, it's me. Honestly, I'm the one who wants to hear what to do, but you can't make a weak noise here.

"Is it better for the village to be hired as a priest?

"Yes, it is no longer… no one will be pleased with the inauguration of the new priest"

Is the boulder something like crucifixion, the glory of a white god? Even a suspicious guy seems to be all-okay if he names a priest.

As Sariel confidently said, there is nothing wrong with doing all the work of a priest. Rather, it's a real job for him.

Besides, it would be more natural and less conspicuous to be a priest than to sit in the village as just a caution stick poorly. If you can get support from the villagers, it's a shame.

Above all, more than Sariel has said himself, he is also prepared to play God's Me again.

Fine... then Saliel, play the priest nicely!

"Okay, let's be priests"

"Oh really, thank you! Now, please, thank you, Lord Chloe the Priest!

"Eh."

Could I be the priest, not Sariel?