Kuro no Maou

The large two-story building, which stands next to the church, is a liquor store. It is the only entertainment facility in this 202nd pioneering village. It is also here that the ten soldiers who attacked the village brought out barrels of wine.

As for the construction inside, it was similar to the ground floor of the Ills Village Adventurer Guild. There are just a few round tables lined up in a simple wooden hall. Speaking of decorations, all these wild things like monster horns and furs on walls. It's not a classy place to flatter, but it's too much for drinking and fussing.

Even in the middle of winter, I feel the thickness of a packed customer's enthusiasm.

Well, in the middle of a liquor store like that, I'm standing naked in my upper body right now. If it's not some kind of punishment game, I'm not showing off the strip.

"Hugh, you're a steely muscle!

"So you're lying about a priest."

"Awesome body, hey me, maybe my taste!

Already the men with alcohol get a favorable voice from the liquor store's paying daughter, but no, it's not a strip.

"I'm ready, Priest Sama. Are you confident in your arms?

Standing right in front of me is Ryan, who is also naked in his upper body and shows off his brilliant muscles again.

The idea of not having a weapon and confronting a man with one flesh is nothing more than a 'duel' correctly. Yes, as expected, this one-on-one duel was about the errand I was brought to me by Ryan.

Most importantly, as a one-off pre-construction match, it is decided to build strength.

"Yes, to the extent that we can inflict heavenly punishment on crusader soldiers who work evil."

"Hehe, you're superior - hey, put on the grab!

A man who had refrained beside him reacts immediately to Ryan's sharp call.

When I shut up and stick my hands forward, I get a strangely accustomed hand and a man quickly wears a big swing of gloves wrapped in a worn cloth. Face-to-face, Ryan was similarly fitting a worn glove with his buddy's hand.

You're like boxing.

"It's the Elysion Stream. Do you need a rule explanation?

"Somehow I can imagine, please"

Having finished wearing the gloves, Ryan takes a step to push his buddy's man away and comes straight to me.

The only thing that rolls out is the upper, in the form of, like slowly knocking, the back of my hand wrapped in a glove tapped my chest plate lightly with a ton.

"The only weapon you can use (Emono) is a fist (Koitz). No kicking, no throwing, no magic that will eventually happen with God's miracle."

"I'm relieved by the gentle rules"

"Oops, eating it on your face just breaks your nose and front teeth, don't worry, you'll get punched in"

Wonderful, what a game with no exchange of lives.

Ryan will have a mattomo spirit just because he suddenly doesn't take it seriously.

"But you should take off your glasses."

"Don't worry."

To my answer, Ryan turned off the confident grin that was on his face.

"What kind of eye color are you hiding, Teme? I know, I know. Soytz is a colored eyeglass."

You seem to know 'Coloring Eyes'. Speaking of which, right after Randolph gave me this, Ryan punched me in.

At this point, even if the seeds are known, it would be nice if they hadn't seen the color. Though the assumption is that if Randolph is not rosy.

"Heh, well, good luck hiding it. Anyway, you're going to fly right after this."

Leaving all that behind, Ryan went back to his original position again.

If I punched him in the face, his glasses would just crack without blowing up. If the lens is broken, it will also lose its effect, so does it turn out to be the same?

Whatever, I'm not gonna punch you, I'm not gonna lose.

Even if it's an act here to Ryan, if he loses light, he loses his significance as a caution stick. Although Randolph did not make a grand introduction in his greetings to the villagers, Randolph speaks to the main faces of the village. Otherwise, no matter how many priests you name, there's no room to accept a dangerous person named me.

However, if you stun Ryan with one shot of a pilebunker just after too many one-sided games, start, that's also going to be a remorse. Hmm, in this case, what's the best way to win?

……

I looked back at Chirali. Ahead is Sariel sitting in a chair holding the coat I took off. I looked in a cage with pale expectations that maybe you could give me some advice.

"... good luck, brother"

My sister was in full spectator mode. Goddamn it, now, Koz, you haven't thought about this situation.

That's how the duel, the Tortoise game, started without thinking of any particularly groundbreaking ideas.

"Uh, so, uh, we're hosting today's Mayne EVENT. Well!

And, as moderator and referee, a loud voice echoes throughout the liquor store, one man proclaims with heightened tension. This is the fellow who was wearing Ryan's glove.

Speaking of which, I feel like he was one of those two guys who dragged Ryan out of the room yesterday. A slightly horseshit young man can tell from his blonde hair and red eyes that he is now the same Barbados as Leki.

The other one had dark skin, so he would be Everest. Soitz is the one who put my glove on.

Looking over the tavern again, I can see well that there are other people lined up with the same characteristics. If you knew that, it would be obvious.

"East corner! Make them the strongest fist men who have smashed both of Elicion's worst gangs, and our village vigilante leader, Lyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Whoa, whoa! and the way it springs up, Ryan can peek at the popularity in the village for now. But more concerned than that, in that you were the head of the vigilante.

"And against the champion is the west corner! The mysterious glasses that you heavenly punished the impudent bastard who attacked the village and even put that armored bear to rest! Chloe, you're a priest!

Excuse me, it was my sister who did the armored bear.

There's no way you can correct it, and there's no way you can believe it. So, well, I decided it was my handle. And stop calling me glasses.

"Oh, priest, come on."

"Show me your crusading arm."

"Introduce me to Yuri -!!

For now, I'm not relieved that the booing won't fly. Atmospherically, I'm not as killer as I was when I was SS. Ryan is the only one who is clearly burning hostility and feels like he is enjoying himself as a rarely seen entertainment event.

Again, we can't have a bad game here to keep the audience cool.

And if you care about Sariel, you can do whatever you want with Attack. If you break your heart with so much unresponsiveness, then it's not a rash to comfort you as a priest either.

"Unlimited time! Wins and losses are fair, only Stun (Down) or Surrender (Salendar)! So ha, lady, fi!!

The signal instead of the gong sounded sobering.

"Shh!

With all the leading must-wins, Ryan has gained momentum.

It's not a strange figure to be a heavy knight, but the steps are light and quick. I can see that the straight punch rolled out of the wild arm is also quite powerful.

But that's just a normal human category.

"- Chip!"

avoided at the critical, does Ryan think? As far as I was concerned, I was slowly turning against my body and out-punching the preemptive punch.

"Lah!

It was a big, empty, straight right, but it didn't turn it back, and a twinge flies like tearing his back fist with his extended arm.

I could observe Ryan's fist as he stepped back and slightly missed his torso, raising a roar and passing.

"Ola! Ola, Ola, Ola!

From then on, Ryan's fierce rush began with a temperamental cry.

I still don't have the answer to how to take it down, but I'll keep dodging to buy time for now. One step to the left to the right, Sweeback. This tavern (ring) is not that big, so you can't move to where the audience stands. The highlights were properly played or guarded to prevent.

"Ryan, I'll attack, I'll attack! Furious attack! Chloe Priest, I'm outplaying Ryan's super rush with skillful footwork, but I don't have the hand to fight back!

From the side, does that look like it?

Then, even if one punch KO upside down here, it's going to seem like it's going to hit Maghre.

If possible, I want to make everyone in the gallery think that Chloe Priest has the skill to overwhelm Ryan and the ability not to be a village vigilante. It's also a hand to fight back and play beatings appropriately from here... but no, if it's a difference in strength to be seen through all of Ryan's punches so far, let's try a little more, to the point where we can do it.

How to win. The policy finally solidified in me.

"Ola! What's wrong, Priest Sama, you're just running around with Piompion and Rabbit. Then I can't take this down!!

Stepping back and distancing herself, Ryan shouted such a provocation, and then he hit me violently again - where he stops.

"Huh!?

Swinging big, my left fist hits the right fist that was just about to be rolled out of a cannon-like punch right now. If more precisely, I didn't guess, I accompanied it. Gently, gently, slowly.

"Become, fuck!?

To the point where the firing posture is complete, we are forced to underdevelop because of a sudden interrupted obstacle. Ryan pulled in his shaken right hand as he unnaturally fell ill.

"This - what!?

Stay in a twisted position, now I put my right hand down where I tried to release my left fist into it.

This, too, doesn't require a quick move. You can see the target's movements so far, if you're out, it's not that hard to disrupt the attack behavior by looking ahead.

"Hey, what the heck!? What the hell is going on! All of Ryan's punches are sealed before he gets hit. Ugh!?

Thanks a lot for the hot commentary.

If you keep controlling Ryan's offense twice, three times, and further, you can understand that I'm after him, not even the amateur Maghre.

"Ha, ha! Chick, chick!

A few punches, I don't have the madness of dimensions, I offer a soft glove to stop.

"Wow! This is the right god miracle!? Nice work, this is indisputable, it's not some sort of rule breaking magic! Naturally, it's Chloe Priest's strength!!

Oh, and the audience's response is a little comfortable. I see, if we do this on the scale of Sparda's Grand Coliseum, it sounds awesome.

At the Curse Gladiator Games (Cars Carnival), I was desperate to win, but I couldn't afford such dust.

In the meantime, we'll have had enough upliftingly. Here, let's decide the battle.

"It's time for me to attack too"

"Oh..."

"Whether you just run away or prevent them, you can't defeat them."

With that said, I slowly put up my right fist. An easy-to-understand, straight-punch posture for everyone.

Of course, there is no magic cage. If you use a pile bunker, whatever it takes, human Ryan dies. Vulcan didn't die, though.

"Guard, please. Because you could die."

"Fucking kidding me..."

Ryan is in a hot, painful state with sweat on his face and body due to the rush of the first half and the containment of the second half. The way you look at me, sweating like a waterfall and exhaling in a rough breath, is confrontational and feels compelling inside.

However, the difference in strength between ordinary and modified humans, however difficult, is open. Ryan was lifting his arms to protect himself from nature, feeling the difference too great, at any rate.

And the audience standing behind him was also beginning to avoid it somewhat to the left and right. When, so that Ryan's body may blow up.

No one and he are helpful in guessing.

Now finally, we can attack.

"Okay, I'll be there."

Dan, doh, van! and sounded continuously so that the three sounds overlapped.

Dan, that's the sound I stepped in. Momentum that just hasn't stepped through new wooden floors yet.

The dull hitting sound of the next doh indicates that my right straight hit Ryan directly. It wasn't your face or your stomach that you aimed at, but your chest. I punched myself in there after I saw the point where the guard on both arms was the hardest to defend.

And finally, the bang rang loudly at the moment! The roar is, of course, the result of Ryan losing momentum and flying and crashing from his back against the wall.

From that upper back and muscle mass, it's not weird to be a heavyweight Ryan, but from me, who can also kick a two-hundred kilo over pig beast man (booma) chimera lightly, that amount of weight, etc. isn't even a problem.

That's how his successful flesh got punched, rather than blown away by the impetus close to being hit by a truck. Without the walls there, I don't know how far it would have gone.

Ryan seems to have completely lost consciousness due to the super-weight punch force he received directly from the front and the shock that hit him hard in the back shortly afterwards. Ryan, dressed like he had been slammed against the wall and turned into a slammer, fell ill the next moment like his leg had lost its strength and fell straight into a flat and depressed position.

Getting up within ten counts won't be the first thing.

Now, my victory - but the cheer of celebrating this magnificent victory never sounded.

……

silence, is. If you look left and right with chills, the faces, faces, faces of the villagers with a uniformly sharp look... Apparently, I missed the addition and subtraction. Don't pull.

Shit, if this is the case, I should have had a more normal meeting because I could have been seen with less strength. No matter how sorry I am, it's too late.

Speaking of things moving in this frozen space, only one of the three braided eyeglass feeding daughters has run over to embrace fallen Ryan. I naturally can't even let Matomo get me up on my own little eyeglass kid before a big Ryan falls down on the floor securely.

Um, it's white here where I came in to help you say, "Are you okay?" But you have to help me, I'll tell you all about it.

"Somebody carry Ryan..."

At that moment when I was about to say, the liquor store door was kicked open with a shitty noise.

"Whoa!? What the hell!"

"Whoa, isn't that Mr. Randolph!?

Men who raise their voices of surprise like they've been kicked in the butt. They were right, it was the mayor of Randolph who appeared.

I wonder how hastily they flew in. He's sweating from his forehead, and he's leaking his rough breath. Then, too, the thin hair was bouncing over his head with a bump.

"Hey, what..."

Randolph glances around with his blood-running eyes as a glimpse. The appearance was the wind of an irresistible salaried man who was retarded just before his retirement, but made him feel strangely awesome.

And Randolph ran out and pulled out the stand-up audience and jumped right in front of me at once.

"Also, I'm sorry, Chloe Priest!!

And, with the kind of momentum that Koshien Balls would head sliding, he started grounding in front of me.

"Thank you very much for your disrespect!

"... calm down, Mr. Randolph"

I'd like to give myself a little compliment for being able to react with a respectful priestly act. I almost got vegetables by accident.

"No, it's not very forgiving. I didn't think Ryan would do a big fool so far... but what I couldn't stop was my immorality."

I see, is that why Randolph teases the sliding dungeon with such a sword screen?

I'm sure Ryan put a flirt on the priest and started a fight, what did you hear? If you do it grandiose in a tavern, there's no way you won't find out.

And Randolph can't possibly laugh and listen to such information. He's probably the one who understands my danger better than anyone else.

Ryan, on the other hand, is not so afraid. Because you haven't seen first-hand how I killed a crusader soldier. Between the two, there may well be a great divergence in the perception of danger to me.

That's why Ryan was fine enough to bring me the masterpiece of the duel, and Randolph is wary of buying my wrath.

"Keep your head up"

"... I'm so sorry. Right now, I'm going to let Ryan drop it."

Fully up, Randolph walks over to Ryan, who collapses in a slightly flimsy foothold. In the meantime, pull a jock full of cheap barley wine (ale) that the customer had in his hand.

"Wake up, Ryan."

Turn the jock upside down and punch the liquor in Ryan's head like it beats him.

"Ugh, ugh..."

Ryan regained consciousness and raised a blurred face, even as he groaned heavily that became aware.

"Oh, what... Ojiki?

"Wake up, Ryan. How you doin '?

"... not bad"

"Right. So, is there anything left to say at the end?

Suddenly, a disturbing dialogue popped up, and at that moment Randolph was pulling a knife out of his nostalgia.

"Become an ogre!? He's..."

"Ryan, you got the wrong guy to sell the fight. I can't help it, it's deadly."

"Oh, I..."

"This is the only way to put a drop on it. Do you understand?"

"Ojiki... I'm sorry..."

Thus, Ryan closed his eyes with a face that seemed to understand everything, and Randolph shook up the knife in a flowing, natural motion.

Oh, hey, you're lying, no way...

"Stay!!

It was critical.

Randolph was really waving the knife down. Ryan didn't resist. In spite of the impending blade on my neck.

So I stopped it. I was the only one who could stop it.

"Priest!? Why are you stopping me?

"Whatever it takes, it's too much"

With his hand with the glove on, he manages to hold Randolph's wrist and take it. If it had been too late to go into a halt for even one more second, the sharp tip would have been zackled around the neck.

"But..."

"Please calm down. This is... yes, this is what I wanted."

"... what do you mean,"

"I asked Ryan to bring me to this tavern. As soon as possible, I wanted to get used to this village. Later, with the booze momentum and the atmosphere on the field, this is how it went...... because both me and Ryan are confident men in their arms. It was very meaningful and we had a fun game. He can only be thankful and has no reason to resent him."

How dare you arrange 800 lies so far? You'll find out in one shot if you listen to the villagers on this occasion at all, but still, this would be the best way to tell Randolph that I'm not angry myself, pulling, and that I'm not willing to do any harm to the village.

"Really... if that's the case"

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying, so I don't want you to worry about this."

In the meantime, it looks like I should just leave before the lie is immediately discovered on this occasion.

"I'm sorry, you seem to have whitened up a bit of a fun place. I will be free with this. Leki and Ursula are waiting."

Saying the right thing, I get my coat from Saliel, put it on softly from my head, and get dressed quickly. Whatever it is, if you go outside naked in your upper body, you'll find out I'm in a hurry.

Calm down, calm down, taking this place off is our top priority.

"Enjoy yourselves after this."

Hold Shit and Sariel aside and I'll start walking towards the exit.

On the way up, Ryan stood still, staring at me with something to say, but in the end, he never uttered a word.

"Now if you'll excuse me,"

That's how I left the tavern behind.

"... I didn't know it would be such a fuss. All Sinclair people, yeah?

The inquiry is, of course, that Randolph tried to kill Ryan without hesitation. If you were killing people like that, you'd be extinct in no time.

"Randolph's words and actions are far from a general reaction. The closest you can see to him is - gangs."

Apparently, that guy is going to have a pretty nasty past. I see Randolph. My eyes change.

"In the meantime, it sounds like you should act with more caution"

"Agree"

Reflecting deeply, I went back to church right next door to the tavern.