Kuro no Maou

"- Black!

Cut the foggy hand looming at the moment in two with the unleashed martial arts. The hand of the white demon, strong enough to evaporate this body, passes vainly without touching my body due to its vertical amputation.

Due to the forceful severance, the density and control of just maintaining the shape of the hand was lost and vanished to such an extent that it was scattered in a breeze.

But these horrible demon hands don't end with just the same two as people.

"Two, three... the fourth one? That's one more bottle than yesterday!

"Ugh, I did my best to get Chloe."

Ursula shines purple eyes in her bloody eyes with the devil's smile, making three hands appear that she creates by swirling fog at high density. And the arm you just truncated is also regenerated and rebuilt, complete with four amazing arms.

Most of all, it seems a bit like my demonic sword (Sword Arts) because it is developed to float around the phantom of a woman who has grown horns like a young man. If things like this are freely manipulative, well, they will all behave similarly.

"Come on, Chloe, give me everything!

At last, like a real rocket punch, four hands were shot off while spraying bright white fog around his wrist as hard as a booster.

Two in the front, one from the left and one from the right, approaching in a trajectory that surrounds me.

I already know that this hand will not just go straight ahead, but will literally become Ursula's hand and wave freely. So it's more certain to shoot it down because you can have one first than to dodge all four of them like this. I'll play it soon anyway.

"Howitzer shelling (grenade burst)"

Still, I haven't gotten a magic wand that even black magic seems to be able to use. I'm just a little uncomfortable dealing with the original (original) full-blown Ursula, but there's nothing better about black magic than shooting it unarmed.

Still, if 'howitzer shelling (grenade burst)' is still powerful enough to blow your hand off in one shot - it should have been.

It's warm.

The black grenades released one shot at each against the approaching hand from left to right should detonate every drain capability at the same time as the landing, but not develop.

There can be no unexploded ordnance in my direct control of black magic until the moment of the bombing.

Still, the fact that it didn't explode, I mean, it was turned off. If we were to visually describe the phenomenon that just happened, we would say that every explosion was crushed.

The grenade that leaps into the middle of the spread white palm releases the explosive power and high heat it holds there, while at the same time being hidden in the hand where the monster's jaw is gripped so that it can be closed. I don't know if you turned off the grenade on the brink of the blast, or if you absorbed every blast you unleashed.

"Can't you get through this now?"

Either way, there was no difference that 'Howitzer shelling (grenade burst)', which was an effective defense, was deactivated for Ursula. It is the moment when I saw her definite growth.

"Double Black"

I had no choice but to cleave off the fleshy four hands together.

The long sword in my hand is, as always, equipped by the Crusader infantry that killed him. Mass produced, but not bad quality. He'll clam for it.

The black-colored sword, firmly blackened from the tip of the cut to the tip of the pattern, has peeled off the magic added (enchanted) by some of the blades, exposing the original steel glow, because of the touch of Drain's dwelling hand, albeit for just a moment.

Most importantly, like Ursula's hand, it plays instantly with just a little magic.

"I didn't hear you were releasing martial arts in a row."

"That's all they're after."

"I think I can still afford it."

It's not funny, Ursula with a slightly grumpy face like that. It's quite compelling when it's done in the present state of being seen as the devil's eye.

But lately, I've been getting used to seeing things like that.

"I'm used to that power, too."

And to this drain ability as well.

No matter how horrible the force, well, if you're dealing with this much, you'll also establish your own way of dealing with it. If this was a manoeuvre experiment, I'd have to knock it down at first sight. It just needs to be outdone, so you can afford it.

"I want Chloe soon."

"Take it if you want, do your best."

It would be a bit of a thrilling Ursula dialogue if my adult colorful sister told me, but knowing I was high when I was using the original magic (original), I could even cool it back like this.

I can't show my weakness. If Ursula doesn't think I'm the one who can't be defeated, even if I squeeze my strength into it, it won't be training. After all, power is the first thing you get when you use it with all your strength.

"... then, seriously, I'll get it out"

Ursula's atmosphere changes.

That it is not her fault is evidenced by signs of increasing magic from her, no, precisely from the shadow of the white woman appearing behind it, to Russia.

If Ursula slowly, spread her hands and stick straight forward, the woman moves in tandem with it as well. Unlike the attack earlier, my right and left hands are pointed at me, as they are naturally connected to my body. Ursula in a monastic garment and a woman wrapping the fog in the shape of a white robe look just like her outfit.

By the time both hands are raised and stopped, the rising magic will finally emerge as a visible change. To palms like white plaster statues, the drifting white mist swirls and concentrates on one point. As it converges vigorously as it roars, it seems as though it is still making a typhoon on the palm of its hand.

Oh, this is a little, like, a bad sign. Depending on how you go out, you may finally even be going to use 'The Demon King of Steel (Overgear)'.

I decided to be that ready, just then.

"... at lunch."

A whirlpool of fog compressed at long and high density with a drain capability that must possess the power of a single hit special is a blatant cloud mist quencher.

Ursula turned to the blue as usual, with a blurry, swallowing look like Fiona, and then walked up to me.

"Is it that time already? Speaking of which, I feel hungry too"

What reached my ear was the sound of a church bell announcing the time of noon.

On the streets just outside the village, which came Ursula within the raided day of Goblin, you can hear the bells clearly to such an extent that they are small but you cannot mishear them.

If you noticed, just after that day, a week had passed.

"Dear Chloe like that, I've never seen Death"

The crushed voice was surprisingly stabbing myself.

I am now watching the simulated warfare training of Ur and Chloe-like played on the streets off the village. Sneak, don't let the two of you notice.

It's pure curiosity that I'm imitating this kind of stealing. Or it can't be that you don't care.

I know exactly how worried Ur has been about his' curse 'and I understand that it is a very serious thing. Who likes who, it's very different from the secrets of a crappy fucking kid like that.

Lord Chloe is now trying to solve such an absolute secret problem. After all, I have no idea what that is. How the hell am I suppressing the power of that obsessed, terribly powerful curse?

At least nothing could be done by all the scumbags in the church who were just greatly prestigious. Oh, I'm angry even now that I remember it. They make a scene that it's a cursed demon and they just want to kill about Ur...... I'm going to make them fuck God by banging your fine rosary hanging out of their neck in an ass hole. That's about all I can do right now.

More than that, the question is, can we really do something about Ur's curse?

If it was me up to this point, I would have told you I couldn't. I'm not a good substitute for a stupid adult to translate into. Guys like that just need to be eaten by a curse and boned.

That is why Priest Nicolai chose the wisest means of 'doing nothing'. For me and Ur, in fact, there is no question that Sole was the best.

But Dear Chloe...... If that guy, maybe he'll really do something about Ur's curse. Strange and honestly believable.

I'm sure that's because I'm sure of Chloe's strength myself. Every day, even I cross swords and get stronger acceleratively enough to know for myself, I don't feel like I can catch up. Its absolute strength gives me so much peace of mind that I have no more.

So no anxiety. This is how I came to peek today, also because I felt like, "I'm wondering what you're doing, Death! It's just about."

That's how I finally decided, on this day, just the first week after I started training to overcome the curse, to take a sneak peek and see how it went.

The first thing I did was ask Sister Yuri to help me stay in the church. Honestly though I thought this was the biggest difficulty...

"Okay. You should go see the two of them."

It's all right. What was my problem?

Besides Sister Yuri, he even told me that I would ring the bell announcing the time, so I hope he won't mind the time to visit. It's all because of it.

To be honest, I don't like her. With a faceless expression that has no idea what you're thinking, and an angelic beauty depicted in the Bible, Sister Yuri is too close to being comfortable with.

Because Master Chloe looks cool and is quite emotionally discernible, she is very easy to talk to. Besides, he always listens seriously and cares to me and Ur, who are still just kids, and he doesn't drool over any sermon-smelling, great-looking crucifix lectures... anyway, Lord Chloe is a good man.

But I guess Sister Yuri isn't a bad person because she's such a secret lover of Lord Chloe and that Ursula has a lot of trust in her. Just because I'm unilaterally bad at it, I'm sure I'm not as cold as I look.

Maybe he also guessed how I felt, so he must have helped me take a peek at it this way.

Nonetheless, this is how I came to the scene.

The two of us, Ur and Chloe, head out to training in the morning. I can finish lunch on the spot too, so I just stuffed the basket with two lunches, or bread and cheese and last night's occassions, but it's been my job over the past week to prepare that.

It's evening to come back. I spent all day training with Ur, and although I haven't done any of your work as a priest, apparently I'm talking to the village chief. That gangster named Randolph, Ozzie, although he doesn't know much about Ur's curse, has been told in advance that there are circumstances by Priest Nicolai. So I guess I got recognition without so much problem - and Ur said. I'm not sure what the adult situation is, but if it doesn't bother you, that's fine.

That's the training I started doing, but when I was on the first and second days, I worried that Chloe looked pale and terribly tired than I'd ever seen before, but after that, she looked unusually cool, so I stopped worrying. After all, Lord Chloe said he was doing well.

And I finally saw what Chloe was doing today.

"I can't believe Lord Chloe is so, so seriously fighting..."

It was a battle. I can understand at a glance that it's a curse or magic, one of those difficult logics that I don't know, but it's the bump of power between Ur and Chloe, by the time they're pure.

The fierceness of that battle seems to me to be the mock combat training you've been doing with yourself and the vigilantes. Even the interception of the Goblin Legion, which became the first real battle, is a battle far more advanced than any comparison at all. The battle between the two taught me too much, even without any explanations or lectures there.

First of all, how powerful Ur's 'curse' is. I've never seen a white shadow of a horny woman out there before.

I have no idea who it is, but if it was out there, I know that everyone who was there, including me, was dead in the first incident that Ur caused.

Even when viewed from such a distance, goosebumps naturally develop due to the horror and awkwardness of its power. I'm just supposed to be touring, but it wasn't until a while ago that I realized that my body and consciousness were in a state of battle.

But most surprisingly, Master Chloe keeps dealing with Ur's curse squarely from the front.

If the shadow of a woman hits the white hand rolling out, it will surely be fatally wounded even by Lord Chloe. It can be inferred from this distance that the same or more power swirled around turning elephant monsters like Dorthos into bones.

Lord Chloe avoids such an attack as if he could see ahead, cutting it off with a sword, and sometimes playing it with an aura of black magic.

I've never seen such a sharp evasion. A blend of crimson glow in the pitch-black coloring sword flashes - is that martial arts? This, too, is the first time I've seen it.

And the numerous black magic exercised by Lord Chloe. Neither the aura emanating from my body, nor the tentacles that receive the hands of the fog demons when they hover like a herd of serpents, nor the blow like an arrow that causes a great explosion, as one, have I seen where Lord Chloe used it in a simulated battle with me. No, I couldn't pull it out of him.

Until last week, Lord Chloe acted only as a swordsman everywhere in a mock battle that had become a complete habit. I don't use martial arts or magic. I wasn't hiding my strength. Simply because we haven't been able to keep up with him at all.

So by no means, it's Lord Chloe's fault. Instead, we should send a voice of gratitude and praise for his exquisite reduction adjusted to the right forces.

And my weakness, too, is not a sin to blame. Weak and natural. Still a child, and for once, even I'm a girl like this. Having grown up enough to win at your leisure even against a vigilante man, I'm sure you'd think you did well from others.

"Dear Chloe... You can't do this to me, Death..."

But how can my chest be so painful that I want to cry?

I should have known better that this was a situation I had no choice. I'm just a kid with a little better handling of swords, Ur is a special kid with mighty powers, and Lord Chloe is fighting with all his might to contain the curse.

The hell with that, where am I going to put my ass on? What makes you unhappy?

"Why... Leki was fighting Lord Chloe first..."

Oh, well, I'm... jealous, I am.

I enjoyed being strong. I was glad to be strong. I've never experienced such joy before.

The goal was Lord Chloe. Too high, a distant goal, but others can be so obsessed that they can't get into their eyes, strong people.

I want to catch up with him soon. At all, I want to draw strength from him.

How happy I was when they took a blow that didn't fly in yesterday. I feel the sense of accomplishment when Lord Chloe starts kicking me back relentlessly.

To Lord Chloe's vote, I worry with joy. Which attack surprised you and what movement you were cut off from. I always observe him crumbly in battle. It's like, I'm so focused on the illusion that I'm alone in this world. All at once, I stared only at Lord Chloe - and so I became stronger.

I'm not willing to lose no matter how many goblins there are, and even Dortos, I'll try to finish it better next time. I'm happy with the feeling of definite growth. When I ask Lord Chloe to acknowledge that, she strokes my head and says, well done, I'm so glad that my body is going to melt already.

"This then... sounds stupid Death..."

The battle between Ur and Lord Chloe pulled all my efforts, growth and joy back from the bottom.

Just lift one bucket of water suction. Exquisitely powerless ul. It's my job to put my eyes on my dear Ur and beat the shit out of him like a prank. Ur never had a fight, he never even slapped anyone.

Because I've been protecting Ur.

And she, who was supposed to have been protected, had jumped me one step ahead - to the true power of Lord Chloe, which I would not wish to do.

Can't you admit your weakness? No, it's not.

Can't you recognize the strength of Ur? This is not the same.

"Ku... Ugh..."

For some reason, across my blurry, moist, sumptuous vision, I saw Ur sitting on Lord Chloe's lap eating the bread I had pelted.

I wonder what you're talking about. Doesn't sound like a boulder from here.

But Ur was smiling so much that whoever could see it, and Master Chloe had such a tender look on her eyes that the more she could stare at her.

I couldn't watch anymore. I couldn't stand the two of them laughing at each other for fun.

"Uh-huh!

The overflowing tears are a testament to the loser.

I can't help it, I regret it, it's painful. But I can't blame anyone.

I just walked away from this place desperately pressing my voice to kill them so they wouldn't notice, and it was the best I could do.