Kuro no Maou

If you noticed, the year was dawning.

The confrontation with Saliel to the Galahad war and the tumultuous moon of darkness had already passed, and a new moon of dawn had arrived - it seemed to me that the moon of dawn should also end

A short month or so, but there was a lot going on, and I was in a hurry. Its leading cause would have been the sudden summons because a child would be born in the middle of the night of the Dark Moon.

I was present at the birth without knowing very well, and again without knowing very well this I performed the Baptismal Crucifix ritual of birth. Well, it's simple in content, reading out Biblical passages as a thank you, and then sprinkling a few drops on a baby born with water that stands out in holy water, offering short words of prayer.

Fortunately, that was all the work of the priest, and there was nothing like actually helping give birth. All the women I could count on, including my grandmother, the only doctor in the village, did well. Because when I finished my lecture in the name of preparation and ran over to Ted's house, there was already an ogre and a cheerful chirp.

I was relieved to have successfully completed the birth event, but I had no reason to know then that I would be called for the same reason again in the middle of the night early New Year's Day. Is this village now an unprecedented baby boom?

Apart from these abrupt things, The Worship of the New Year, which was more planned than the original, was also perfect with pre-learning and preparation. A real priest would show off all kinds of thankful sermons, but I just did the necessary rituals in a way that was laid down, followed by a brief greeting and immediate dissolution. Well, villagers aren't free enough to be dazed because it's New Year's Day. You can't spend the Sunset in Micah on a torch.

But it wasn't until just after three days that the village made some noise.

The same conductor came that day as before. And it was officially communicated that the Crusaders would temporarily interrupt the Galahad Fortress attack, that is, a declaration of de facto defeat.

Then the queue of many soldiers pulling from the Alsace fortress, including wounded soldiers, was to pass almost daily. Of course, it's the main street of the village, right in front of the church where I live.

Still, there was no particular problem with the location that this 202nd pioneering village was just a point of passage. Troop mobility is a wake-up call to always spend the night in the village of Quaal in front of you, in the 203rd pioneering village, which served as a supply base, before leaving in the morning just around noon, passing here.

It was just a crossing point, so there was little contact with the Crusaders. Supplies can also be adequately arranged in the previous village, so they are not asked to supply anything.

The only thing I was worried about would be my own emotions. If I saw a group of crusaders, I would be driven by the urge to punch in a grenade (grenade burst) even now - but I didn't feel that way when I was in front of a line of humans with no hegemony and some gloomy atmosphere.

I didn't forgive you anything, I didn't sympathize. However, the relief of winning first and succeeding in leaving the Crusades spread to my chest, and that was all I was satisfied with.

Because this sight is indisputable, and as a result of continuing to fight with the thought of throwing up blood reflexes, it is finally a noble thing that I have won.

As a result, until today it has passed without any problems. Though there was somewhat of a quarrel between soldiers and villagers, there was no spreading noise with Randolph and the captain of the unit breaking in instantly.

At last, there was no particular doubt that I, the village priest, would not appear. Well, from the guys, as long as you pick up the bodies that died on the road through here, maybe it doesn't matter if there's a priest or not. For once, when I buried myself in the cemetery, I did a series of rituals reading the Bible. There was no emotion, it was just work, and both me and the villagers processed the bodies of the soldiers they had taken away in a pale manner.

Speaking of other things of concern, it is information about the Crusaders.

"So, how was it?

"Unfortunately, we didn't have any new information."

How many times will I have talked to Randolph in one room of this church? I'm as tame as ever because Randolph's opponents don't need to continue acting respectfully.

He's a former gangster suspicious Randolph, who has trouble getting licked, and he's not going to get too familiar with it.

If it's true, I'd like to speak to the Crusaders directly and ask them a lot, but it's too high a risk that they'll find out who they are, no matter how many false priests they are. Essentially, it depends on the village chief gathering information from crusader soldiers passing through here and sometimes chatter from the captain.

Even as Randolph, I would like to know a lot about the movements of the Crusaders that would simply affect the future of the village, not the wackos that have served me otherwise. That would be with any village.

"Anyway, those of you who are still in the Crusades seem pretty confused thanks to the unexpected defeat. No story seems to be in the realm of rumor or speculation."

Specifically, there are plans for the future, such as the restructuring of the army and the defence system at the borders, as well as the re-attack of the Fortress of Galahad.

"I was just wondering if it was definitely up to a man named Baron Hellman to stay at the Alsace Fortress and be entrusted with the defense of the border"

"Baron Hellmann is certainly someone with a pretty strong connection to Count Bergunt. Something about being pushed to blame for the defeat."

I'm the one who talks on the face of translation, but all information on crusader executives is Saliel's recipient and seller.

However, I have also heard that the Crusaders do not appear to be a single rock and can be roughly divided into three parts. It was the First Army that won the battle of the Goldran under the direct command of Commander-in-Chief Saliel. The next person in charge of the occupation of Daedalus is the Second Army, where we fought in the Alsace defense. And it is the third army, a coalition of nobles, that has attacked Sparda.

It is his first army that Sariel knows most about HR, but he says he doesn't know and is often not informed about the second and third armies. After all, Saliel doesn't have the ability to properly lead a huge military organization or anything, just a combat machine. Apostle, was therefore at the top of the list as a symbol over practical ability. In short, decorations, are.

Still, I knew all about the faces and names of the key figures making up the Crusades. Otherwise, I'm in trouble.

"It also seems to have spread quite a bit of information that Count Bergunt was killed in the war. Because the end soldiers and villagers like us know the situation."

"He died in the middle of the battlefield. You can't stand a door in a man's mouth."

I have not witnessed a scene in which a person named Count Bergunt would be discussed directly, but I am sure I will see the situation in which the Crusaders turned back at once, shortly before Saliel broke in.

But more important to me is the Apostle than the life and death of the Earl, the General of the Third Army.

"Have you heard anything new about the Seventh Apostle Saliel?

"No, that too is only information as published by the Crusaders"

Count Bergunt's death in battle has not been made public, although no one knows it anymore. But the Crusaders are clearly telling us what happened to Sariel, or they're making a big announcement.

It sealed a terribly mighty demon at the expense of itself.

Well, it's true that Sariel's figure of us being sucked into the Heavenly Delivery Gate doesn't even look that way. Above all, it would sound too bad to tell the Crusaders that we just fought and lost the apostle that made it the strongest force of war for them.

But it's worse to keep it a secret. The safety of God's Apostle is more concerned with morale in the Crusades than with the nobility of the General. That Sariel isn't actually dead, but that he would still dress better if he announced that he had sacrificed more honorably than gone missing.

"... right"

But this demon seal interpretation is convenient to me. Because the fact that the demons have been sealed means that they no longer exist in the world, which means they don't have to look for me.

Most of all, my appearance stands out with dark hair, black red odd eyes, and horribly disfigured. If found, the nomination arrangement would begin in earnest as an enemy of the Apostolic Killer. We must continue to lurk carefully.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I have plans after this... can I get around here today?

"Oh, me too, it's time for training"

After exchanging information with no particular harvest, me and Randolph took a seat.

Is the time now like 3: 00 PM? It is just around the time that the men of the village return from the logging operations of the trees.

Mock battles with Leki had begun later in the day... with Ryan joining in, and next with several vigilantes, including Ted, and by now, almost all of the vigilantes had been one of the biggest trainings to attend.

Well, the better I could do my job, and not moving my body at all, was where my arms seemed dull and I wanted to avoid it.

Well, let's try our best today.

In the central square of the village, the screams of the men's temper echo.

"Sai!

Rolled out at me was a wooden spear for mock warfare with a cloth round the tip.

It can't be fatal, but if it still hits, it will slightly scratch the tip of a painful cloth with a piece of paper and wipe out the torso of a vigilante dressed in leather armor.

"The pursuit is slow. You're killing enemies. Now's your chance."

Behind me are two vigilantes armed with wooden spears as well. But it's a slow beat to stick the spear out of my defenseless back.

Change direction on the spot while dangerously sending a Hyde Attack with two spears. Turn straight back, inside the spear reach if you cross the tip. Already, it's time for the sword.

Though I don't use martial arts, I quickly put a wooden sword in both of them and make them incapable of combat. For once, the rule is to treat people as if they were cut once. You don't have to beat it out of your head.

"Guuuuuuuuuuu!"

"Whoa, that hurt. Ahhh!!

Well, if you hit it, it won't spare you some pain.

Still, I thought I'd made a bit of a mistake adding and subtracting, and I looked at the two depressed in pain more and more on the snow and reflected.

"Look, as I've said many times, infantry is important for teamwork. Never make a situation like fighting an enemy one-on-one. Surround one enemy with three, and make sure you defeat them."

And I am the one who coaches greatly, but of course there is no such thing as a legitimate military coach Iroja. I have no idea how the Crusaders, or Spartans, train soldiers, but when it comes to what I can tell, it's about how to fight an adventurer party. So, I don't like it, but I just have to teach based on it.

What I'm teaching you is a coordinated attack in a threesome (three-man cell), predicated on normal infantry gear such as a sword as a main spear and a sub. One enemy is surrounded by a triangle, one or two of the three attract the enemy, and the rest stab him from behind.

There's nothing I can do about it if it goes to random warfare, but what I'm assuming as an enemy is a bunch of Rank 1 monsters most likely to hit the village. When dealing with a group of uncontrolled goblins or something, this collaboration should be able to wipe out quite safely.

I don't know for myself if my instruction is correct, but at least if the vigilantes think that Locke doesn't have any adventurer experience, it won't be a waste of time at all as an exercise in fighting.

"With that said, Lord Chloe would avoid attacking the three of us at the same time -"

"Naturally. If you get attacked, it's decided to avoid it."

"Lord Chloe's speed is abnormal"

"When you can hit me, you're going to hit almost any guy. Come on."

I say back cold to the members who keep falling asleep and getting their asses on like infidelity rotten. Something sometime during training I forgot to salute, and to the vigilante it was basically the default to speak with a tame mouth.

"I mean, Master Chloe, not only is it early, but the power sucks, too"

"Aren't you stronger than an architectural golem?

"I didn't give Dada Ryan a wank."

But thanks to that, I feel like I can talk to the vigilante quite comfortably. They have many young people, and because they are close to my age, they will sometimes be easy to deal with in a friendly way.

"Fine, you guys, just get up. You're spending your precious work time training around the corner."

Heh, the vigilantes stand up whilst giving a less temperamental reply.

That's not only the three I just defeated, but also the dozens I defeated even earlier.

"Then call us all again."

Each and every one of you, I can't even look at coaching. So mock fights are played together by a certain number of people, or all at once at the same time. Me and 20 vigilantes. There are a total of forty-five vigilantes in this village, but not all of them participate in the boulder every time. I have decided to make some rotation.

"Come on, next time I'm gonna put in about a blow!

"Leave it to me, next time you're ready to die, stop the attack on Lord Chloe."

"My spear, I'll show you!

"Whoa, a girl's watching!

This mock battle can also be turned into quite a spectacle thanks to the use of the practice place as a square. I still see the chills at the end of the line, and certainly the girls of my age, and there are other galleries. Among them are two Sariel and Ursula, who stare from the church window.

Is that why we all get in the mood when you mock fight with me?

It's good to have a good prestige, but I'm also a serious opponent, albeit a practice. Because I don't have the in-laws to deliberately devour you, and most importantly, I'm letting you practice mass warfare personally.

"Shit, let's go. Whoa!

The vigilantes, each carrying a matching wooden spear, rush in and storm, are quite powerful. The first one seemed terrible with everyone rushing straight from the front before they slashed me, but now they are scattered on all sides beautifully to complete the siege just because they know their part.

We also have the footprints of the ramp, and now yes, we don't do the same. We don't accidentally slash or bump our allies. Iloha of collaboration, they were certainly remembering.

A thrust from all directions looms toward the point where I am. I was honestly delighted with their growth and jumped first and fled into the air.

"Whoa."

I accidentally leaked my voice because at the same time I jumped high enough to cross a person's back length, as if I was aiming, no, I guess I was actually aiming, because a bunch of wooden swords flew in with the sound of a mutilation between a bun and the sky.

I've dodged a few jumps before. I guess I knitted up a way to deal with it. Throw a subwepon wooden sword, which is simple, but effective.

But as for the anti-aircraft attack, it's still sweet. If you flash a wooden sword in the air, that's how easy it is to pay off.

"Shit, I played it!

"Put up your spear, you're falling!

Their reaction is quite quick. Those who firmly identified the direction of my flight and placed me in the landing and thought place jumped up a spear trying to skewer me approaching from above.

We usually just land like that and bring it into a riot, but let's go with a different method of warfare today.

When I played one of the pointed tips with a wooden sword, I fell with my legs extended toward the shoulder of the man holding the spear.

At the same time as landing at the shoulder, jump again. He left the siege formed by twenty vigilantes in a single flight. It's an example overhead dash where I broke through a heavy knight's helmet into a stepping stone.

"Whoa, seriously, that's cool!

Going down to the outside of the siege all at once, I now turn around and start slashing in turn from those who are on the outside.

It's still in a round formation, so he slashes it as he runs around the outer circumference gluing around. Standing around not allowing you to be surrounded again, but with these dozens of people, it's not impossible to complete the re-siege once it's torn apart - it would be a harsh story to ask a boulder for them to be that skilled.

"Chip, chip!!

In this way, the vigilante will soon be wiped out. No one can stand slashing each other from the front yet. I can't help fighting back against Matomo more than the siege and the collapse of links - nothing.

"Ola, the battle isn't over yet - priest!!

Ambitious and showing up before me is a big heavy knight (Armor Knight) dressed in silver full-body armor (full plate mail). Yes, it's Vigilante Chief Ryan.

He shook up the polar wooden spear in his hand high and shouted forcefully.

"Big break (Blake) Huh!

Dada doesn't have a vigilante leader in his name. Ryan was the only person in the village who was mastering martial arts.

But just martial arts isn't enough to hold me back. I've gotten used to taking "Break (Break)" from a heavily trained knight many times before. Now I'm confident that I can deal with it even if the three of them are released at the same time.

Gently wield Ryan's martial arts on the side steps before waving the wooden sword to the side girdle.

Normally it would be over here, but Ryan prevented this by putting up a big shield (tower shield) on his left hand as he had seen out a counterattack.

Nevertheless, Ryan seems oddly used to dealing with long-held weapons and big shields at the same time. Unlike just one sword and one spear, it's hard to use this combination.

He's using this heavy knight gear in the first place, simply because I don't need it. It's a history of giving up crusader gear that can't even be sold to Ryan, who seems to be able to use it because it's a shame to keep him asleep in the depths of the warehouse.

It would be the first time I've ever used heavy knight gear that falls into the luxury category, but it feels familiar to me to, um, possibly have experience.

What a suspicion, I tease Ryan with a tackle to the big shield he put up and blow his body apart.

"Whoa!?

Even if he's wrapped his whole body in steel armor, Ryan's total weight still never exceeds two hundred kilos. With my power, it still weighs enough to make me play lightly.

After a moment of aerial levitation, Ryan can be commended for not falling and stomping as he was. But his posture was falling apart.

If you unleash an attack on that empty torso without letting your hair in, this time the guard won't make it.

"Fire!!

But those who do not tolerate todome appear.

Right behind you. An impending attack flew through the wind with great momentum in mind.

"Pretty good timing, Leki"

Blink as you turn around. My rolling wooden sword intersects in front of me with a large wooden sword of Leki swept down from the air.

I could hear the sound of a wooden sword, but shortly afterwards, I learned an unpleasant feeling of mistletoe. My wooden sword seems to have exceeded its endurance limit.

A wooden sword that scatters pieces of wood and breaks from half to perfection. I shredded my weapon, roared loudly, and averted an impending blow, cut off with a piece of paper. Fine, I was at a critical point. If you are pushed into this situation by the martial arts unleashed by your master, you will not be able to evade it unless you use 'Thunder Demon King (Overaccelerator)' anymore.

"Sit!"

Leki lands with a voice of dissatisfaction that the blow all over her body ended in underdevelopment. The outfit, which strongly slapped the wooden sword to the ground, would be a huge gap, but besides thoughts, he jumped up the sword and waved the two machetes fast. It's not a martial arts technique, so it's probably because of the speed with which I was spared from stiffness after the move.

While the sharp cut blurred his nose, I kicked him to the torso, which became Leki's standing and stretched body.

While it's not legally or humanely permissible to kick a girl's belly when she's still in elementary school, Leki is no longer the one who needs such a savvy cut.

My toe, which was supposed to pierce the water moon, was barely taken by her hand, which had interrupted at an awesome rate. There's nothing wrong with that. He took his hand off the wooden sword and turned it to the guard.

I would say that this reaction has surpassed a hundred swordsmen already. But not enough as a guard.

I swung through the kick as it was and gently blew Leki's little body away.

Leki dances quite a flight distance, but he regained his position just before the crash. The move is similar to Nino, the cat beast man (Warcat), who was buzzed by the corner of Dortos but made to land magnificently.

Being human but capable of postural control like a cat beast (warcat) is a tremendous physical ability.

Leki, who firmly decided to land with two legs, again takes on a large wooden sword to show the re-assault set-up - but slow.

At that moment, a broken wooden sword that I had already thrown had landed on her body.

"Gaw!?

Screaming like an adorable dog, Leki fell batern on the snow.

"Damn, damn... it hurts..."

and leaking his voice is Ryan, located opposite Leki.

Ryan, who just got tackled by me and fell ill, hasn't got a death sentence in yet. So I grabbed the broken wooden sword, blade tip, in the air, and threw it at me.

Whether he was dressed, or hated his vision blocked, Ryan, barefaced without a helmet, had left red marks on his forehead, which was peeling off with its all-back.

Headshot. If it was a real fight, it would be instant death with or without.

"Damn, I thought I'd gotten to a pretty good place."

"Sure, you were right to work with Leki."

As you can see from the results of this mock fight, the two top vigilantes of strength are now Ryan and Leki. Compared to other members, it will also be clear to the eyes of the villagers looking from the side that they are plucking out one head, no, more than that.

"Mmmm! Next! Come on, next time, Death, Lord Chloe! Kaman!!"

If you realize it, Leki, energetically resurrected from the snow, walks over with his Zunzun and his big crotch as he triumphs over further warfare.

"Why don't you get some rest?

"Non! - I'm just getting warm, Dace!

Giraffed his crimson eyes like a beast, Leki gabbed off the monastic clothes of his apprentice Sister, who was also a regular outfit, and threw them around.

Underwear like half pants on the bottom and a thin white shirt on the upper body. He dresses like an elementary school student rushing around the ground in a gym class in the middle of summer... but a well-developed leki has quite a volume on his chest.

First of all, it is obvious that he is not wearing such a thing, although he is undoubtedly proud of the size of the bra to be worn, from the point of view of it being transformed into a poor and extreme armor that he is starting to penetrate a little with a thin shirt, and also with sweat.

Even though I'm still a kid, mixing it up with the vigilante in the mansion would mean that the wind discipline would be a little messy. Because Leki's breasts are so existential that a man can't get through anymore.

Maybe it's time to have some decent practice clothes.

"Go Death! Fire!!

With that in mind, he dealt with Leki, who was slashed without shards of maiden shame.

Honestly, it was surprising that Leki showed so much rapid growth. You can add to her superior physical abilities or call her an anomaly.

It's as if they're engraving something into their instincts called how to fight.

Still, being purely strong is to be welcomed. I was the only one who said I should be strong enough to be strong.

However, there are some things that make me anxious. Leki, have you been a... battle freak lately?