Kuro no Maou

The next day, the moon of darkness, the 28th. It was just around the time I finished my morning prayer.

"... are you finally here"

The Crusaders came to this 202nd pioneering village again.

Three cavalry men showed up. Looking at the light clothes, it's probably a conductor to tell you something or gather information.

"Good morning, knight. What the hell can I do for you so early in the morning?

As soon as they arrived, it was Randolph, the village chief, of course, who responded immediately.

"Um, I just want to talk to you a little bit about what's going on in the village, what about the village chief?

"I'm Randolph, the village chief."

"What do you mean? The village chief here is sure..."

"Actually, there was a situation...... for more information, over there"

Um, and the captain of the middle-aged man, who thought he was the oldest of the trio and grew a beard, got off his horse and followed Randolph to church. The place to be guided is an example room that I also used when negotiating.

Only Randolph and the captain enter the room, and the other two cavalry just stand to escort them in front of the room. Before the conversation, the villagers went to their respective jobs as usual because they were instructed to pay lightly.

But I'm not going to be that wacky. There is no way we are going to do the classes, which are our morning work, in a grand chapel, but to be thorough in gathering information, which is our original purpose. In other words, dive outside the room and eavesdrop.

"Hmm, first let me ask you about the circumstances under which the village chief was replaced"

"Yes, the former village chief, the... truly unfortunate, was attacked by a monster and died"

Sensitive. The indoor conversation is stuck in my hell ear. By the way, I have Saliel in my nostalgia, given his body specs, he would be listening to the conversation in the same way.

"The armored bear was very big and frantic anyway. There have already been many victims. These include the Priest Nicolai and the two knights who were stationed"

"Oh, my God, so much damage!

"When the armored bear first appeared, the knight immediately rushed to the scene to deal with it. He defeated the armored bear bears brilliantly... they were both badly wounded and left intact..."

I'm relieved first of all by Randolph's act of confessing to the damage of an armored bear in tears.

If it seems to leak my presence here and ask the knight for help, unfortunately, the village was Osarava here. In some cases, all knights could have killed Randolph.

Killing someone in a pattern while you know their face is something I'd rather avoid, even if it's me.

"Hmm, if it's such a dangerous monster, I'd like to get a crusader out of my army as well -"

"No, not at all. I was wondering if our vigilante could handle the rest, as he has succeeded in injuring the armored bear with his hands. I won't bother you."

"Well, even this one would be more helpful"

"Is it Master Left? Could the war be, uh, not very fragrant?

"The details are confidential, so we can't talk about them, but let's just say that this is still an unforgivable situation."

"I heard it was past, I'm sorry"

Apparently, the Crusaders are not going to make a grand public announcement about their loss yet. Is it still a little further for the defeated soldiers to pull off?

"But then, does it take a while to send a new priest and knight to this village?

"I will report the damage to the armored bear... unfortunately, you shouldn't expect much"

"No, it's a time of war, so I was wondering if I could do it."

All right, if neither the new priest nor the stationed knight comes for a while, my position will stabilize. We've managed to infiltrate this far around the corner. I want to buy time at all costs until the snow melts.

"- At times, did Master Mashram not come to this village the other day?

I see, is that the point?

Your aristocratic boy is missing, so you'll come looking for him.

"Ha, is it Master Mashram? No, I haven't seen you since you arrived at the 203rd Pioneering Village."

"Hmm... if you hide it, it's not for the village, is it?

"Oh, no, there's no such thing! There's not going to be one reason why we're hiding something like that together."

"I'm sorry, Mayor. I'm not threatening you. I just can't tell you the details, but there's a slight inadequacy in the transmission here, and Master Mashram has left the base."

"Was, ha, such a circumstance..."

"If you see him, I want you to tell him right away"

"Yes, of course."

Randolph Whether a generation of acts played their part, or whether they didn't expect sightings from Hannah, the knight struck a close talk for the price.

"Sudden visit, I'm sorry. Excuse us for doing this."

"No, if you don't mind, if you just relax a little bit -"

I'm on a mission. We have to hurry to the next village. "

So, not so much, the threesome left the village. I can't tell if you're following the footsteps of an escaped marshram, or if it was just a search of form.

Either way, Randolph made it through without brilliantly turning extra suspicion on the village to the Crusaders.

"Thank you, Mr. Randolph."

The Crusaders left, and I breathed a sigh of relief, and I spoke out in front of the church.

"No, this is the one who saved me."

Is that because the pursuit of the knight was not harsh? Or did you succeed in responding so that you wouldn't buy my anger?

"Rest assured, Lord Chloe. This village is already a lottery student with you."

Even if the villagers have nothing to do with it, it is undoubtedly this village that has wiped out Mashram and his people. Whatever you do, you have to hide it through.

In the meantime, I think I'm going to mislead you well from that... but let's try to be careful not to get worn out.

Just after lunch, an unexpected second group of visitors appeared.

"Here comes the pedestrian -!

"Ho, that was faster than I thought"

"Oh, I thought it would be the beginning of the year, but you're twisted!

It was a group of more than a dozen people, accompanied by three large carriages. The main commodities include groceries and daily groceries. The villagers are gathered here all the time, and each of them has begun to set their own rules.

From me living in the big city of Sparta, I don't see anything unusual. However, I was carrying Saliel by way of example and jumping into a crowd like this New Year's Bargain Sale.

"Hmmm, you don't seem to have any dizziness."

"Brother, it looks like we're dealing with weapons and magic equipment (magic items) in the rear carriage"

"All right, let's go"

If you observe your surroundings closely, the first one seems to be loaded with groceries, the second one in the middle, and the villagers, mainly the women who keep the kitchen of the house, are particularly killed. As Sariel indicated, the third rear-end unit appears to be loaded with equipment about the battle and everything else. This one, which is not directly connected to life, was still less densely populated than the previous two.

"Hey, is the priest shopping too? Welcome."

It's the little fat merchant who's been calling me. From the look on your face, you're still young. Maybe my age isn't so different than mine.

"Well, there doesn't seem to be a product that might be useful to priests, but take your time"

Prominent among the products lined up were weapons such as swords and spears, protective equipment such as helmets and small hands, and even magic equipment (magic items), but also low-level potions.

Sure, I don't see anything that a crucifix priest might want.

But I'm not looking for a new Bible because it's a popular rosary, so it's not a big deal.

"Do you have a scroll?

"Yeah, not much of a kind, but a few... er, I wonder where it was..."

That's how Gosogoso and the merchants fish behind the carriage for a few minutes. Came back with a crate on either side.

"That's all we have."

Thank you, and thank you appropriately, but quickly, the product code. That said, it is Sariel who actually sees it. I'm not too familiar with magic equipment yet.

I take the large and small colorful scrolls (scrolls) that fit in the box in order to show them to Sariel.

"What do you say?

"There was. It's a bird's crest."

Bingo. I didn't know there were clams in this little assortment. Rather, it is also a universal commodity in circulation everywhere.

"Is it a summons (samon) for a commanding bird (messenger)? I see. Even a letter to your family back home?

Yes, this is a scroll (scroll) that serves as a bird user demon (savant) carrying letters.

"Yeah, that's the place."

"Oh, but this is inferior, so flying won't even reach Sinclair. From here on out, yes, I'm just wondering if we're going to reach Virginia's harbor in a critical way."

"No, enough"

You don't have to cross the ocean. What I want you to fly is the Galahad Mountains you see on that other side. It's on the way, even the fortress is fine.

"How many are you?

"It's a scroll (scroll), albeit inferior, so the value is somewhat tense. Uh, yeah, if it's here..."

I bought it at the merchant's price.

Thanks to the pedestrians coming, the preparations for Sparda's return have finally begun to be ready for Matomo.

Firstly, only two items of equipment were in my possession at the time I was flown in the transfer: "Protect the Pale Flame (Nanablast Amulet)" and "White Wings of the Heart Guard Feather".

Then, by returning to Lily's cabin, the white robe for the winter is available. Well, the gear doesn't even need to stick to this, but again, it's not enough to force it to be ready. It would be enough cold proof clothing to cross the snowmelted mountains.

As for weapons, they were enriched once and for all by the annihilation of the Crusader units in the example.

Heavy Knight Spear Axe (Halvard) in four, and more than twenty standard long swords to infantry. Among them, Mashram's favorite St. Silver (Mithril) Rapier is particularly good. It has exceptional sharpness on top that is as light as a feather, besides a large amount of emerald embellishment, and is a good product to use, sell and sell.

And then finally, there's all the claws in the full body armor (full plate mails).

They possessed several types of bows and bowguns for distance, but I wouldn't need one with demon bullets (Barrett Arts). The green short wand (wand) that the wind sorcerer guy seemed to have as well as the deputy officer in the unit seems to be a pretty high grade dish, but this is not available to me either.

In the meantime, I wanted to sell off unwanted equipment and stuff to a pedestrian for gold, but I wouldn't even go for that kind of wack because my legs are likely to get there. To the extent that the Crusaders don't find out, there's nothing better than deploying them to vigilantes and using them in front of themselves.

But don't worry too much about my holdings. As a favor to the extermination of the troops, I recovered all the possessions of more than two dozen men below the marshulum. The boulder had more than that, albeit noble boy, the road bank, running away at night.

If you're going to live in this village, three years is just enough money to play with, and there's no shortage to buy the equipment and items you need. Well, the scroll (scroll) can also be bought in nominal terms.

Randolph and I are contracted to get paid as priests and batons, but honestly, this stuff is like pre-construction, and I don't expect it at all as an income. Others ceded all the wealth of Priest Nicolai as their first reward... well, he's a priest coming to such a country, a fine sum to call a tear of stingrays.

Although useful in his possessions are dwellings called churches rather than gold and household goods in general there.

Unfortunately, there were no spatial magic (dimensional) bags for this pedestrian, so I plan on letting him use a large bag and backpack that I think Priest Nicolai used to travel this far on his return.

However, the date and time for the journey back to the core remains to be determined.

"... um, I guess I'll be okay with this"

In the meantime, I took the night I secured the Messenger Servant to write the letter. I wanted to write in the daytime, but in case they see it, it's a hassle.

The letter is, of course, addressed to Lily and Fiona of Fortress Galahad.

"This is the fourth division of the Sparda Army, affiliated with the" Gladiator, "Adventurer" Element Master ". Whoever picks up this letter wants it delivered to the Spartan army or party members immediately.

Lily, Fiona, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm safe. I don't need to worry, because now they're hiding me in a place I used to be familiar with in Daedalus.

Due to the difficulty of crossing the Galahad Mountains in winter, we plan to wait for our return until spring, when the snow melts. Keep diving from the Crusades, look at the plane and be sure to go back to Sparta.

Now I want you to wait in the sparda without moving badly. I have the original magic (original) to hide myself perfectly, so I would never do the kind of hema that the Crusaders would find me. I don't even need you to welcome me in Galahad.

I'm really sorry to bother you. I want you to tell Simon and Will that I'm safe. I hope to see you again as soon as possible '

The text is above. I have a lot to write about, to tell Lily and Fiona, but now the writing is critical.

In the meantime, I'm just going to lay down my name and where I am, and then I'm going to put it together so that this situation can be communicated as much as I can. In case this letter gets into the hands of the Crusaders, you shouldn't be able to read much information.

If Lily and Fiona read the lies about the creeps that can hide themselves. I'm sure the two of you will read the real situation where I want to wait for Fortress Galahad and ask him to follow me up in preparation for my return.

Finally, I wrote down the address to be sent to Sparda in case it didn't reach them successfully. There is a dormitory reserved for executive candidates at the Royal Sparda Seminary. This is Prince Wilhardt's room number. Worst case scenario, if a letter gets here, Will or Celia will notice and give it to me well.

"I don't think this is a problem"

Not a very pretty letter right next door. Looking at my letter, Saliel pushes her heartbeat in a dubious tone as to whether she really took it seriously.

"I didn't write one thing about you..."

That would be more convenient from Sariel's point of view, I can't say how ironic. It's most convenient not to write, because I'm the only one.

I couldn't kill Sariel, what the hell am I supposed to say to Lily and Fiona? Then, how did you extinguish Sariel's protection, and how?

Those two sweet people might abandon me in contempt this time.

It's depressing, but still... it's what I chose to do myself. It's hard, but I don't regret it.

"Well, now send it to me"

"Yes."

Use this Messenger Servant Scroll (scroll) at Saliel's disposal. Because I don't know how to use it.

I can just read the contents for now, to the point of summoning them. But first, I don't know how to set a destination.

The birds summoned here naturally do not have nests in the Garahad fortress. However, because it is not a mechanism that uses a nesting instinct like a biographical dove, it does not have to have a nest, rather it has the convenience of being able to fly to the place the surgeon wanted.

Basically, the mechanism is to establish a magic formation at the point of departure and arrival to achieve reliable two-way communication.

However, as in this case, it is also uncertain, but not possible, for an operator to simply designate a destination and fly with a magic formation induction nashi.

Specifically, by engraving the telepathic technique directly into the summoning magic team, it imprints the image of the destination, but it is a very impossible magic technique for me. There is no other way to rely on Sariel for experience.

All I could do was sit in bed and stare in silence at Sariel quietly writing a dedicated magic formation on paper, with one left hand that was not my dominant arm.

"I hope it's delivered properly..."

Within that night, he released a white bird very similar to a pigeon with my letter bracketed on his leg.

All that is left is to pray that it may be delivered safely.