Kuro no Maou

Even though he was dead, Ursula's actions, which shot his own friend, caused complicated emotions that were hard to describe in Sariel's chest.

However, the situation changes dramatically and rapidly as soon as the thoughts, neither sad nor regrettable, are logically understood and convincingly sorted out.

"Hurry and run to the back of the castle! Yabe is coming!!

The retreat began as soon as Gratney Octo's roar echoed the fortress. Everyone here already knows what this situation means.

When Gratney Octo strikes the village, he inhales everything that exists on the ground until it eventually reaches further ground. That final stage was about to happen to this Alsace fortress now.

From the main entrance of the opening, the wind turbulence blows into the entrance with a roar. Its magnificent wind sounds and wind pressure enough to faintly but shake a robust castle show that the outside is hit by quite a storm. The momentum of the wind will continue to grow, and at last it will be enough to wind up all the stone fortresses in the universe.

Gratney Octo definitely has the absorption to just flatten this fortress. I just got in, a giant like a flying mountain. Signs of immense magic swirling within it convinced Saliel of its absolute predation.

I mean, even if you ran into the back of the castle like this, down to the basement, there's no chance it would help. Gratney Octo devours all the human communities here, the Alsace Fortress.

The only hope left is the chrono that remains in the enemy's body, just one.

"Sister Yuri, you know, Lord Chloe..."

"It's still in Gratney Oct. I went back to the ground to get rid of Leki from before my brother."

Sariel answers Ursula's question as she runs down the castle aisle. Regardless, that's not my foot.

She is now fulfilling the move by being held in Ryan's right arm. Listen to Gratney Octo roar No, he immediately threw out his weapon and picked up the rolling Sariel. If it's a precise circumstance decision, we can evaluate it.

And then, on his left arm, Leki's body was held.

Ursula's unleashed 'White Stream Cannon (White Brace)' completely wiped out the leki that was about to strike Saliel - it should have.

But when it was over, it was only the flesh of the monster squid that was attached that was wiped out by the intense drain, and only Leki's body was left clean. Due to the magical power unleashed, it should only be monastic clothing that wraps around bones and body of the whole body, but the reason why Leki's flesh remains intact is unknown.

But I have no breath, no pulse, and it doesn't change that I'm dead. Fortunately during his misfortune, Ryan also began evacuating the castle with Leki's body left behind.

"If Lord Chloe stays, I'm sure he'll do something about it."

"Oops, I just want you to slap that big fat ass off and finish it... I don't know how long the castle will last in this state either"

The colors of despair do not seep into the voices of Ursula and Ryan, who exchange words. Even Sariel could have guessed that the two still believed in Chrono's victory.

……

But Sariel knows. That Chrono is never the ultimate being with inexhaustible magic like an apostle. The boundaries of its power still remain within the boundaries of man, although it is a superman who was modified flesh by the "Secret Trail of White" and given even more protection by the Black Gods.

Yes, in this world, he's just another human being. And Sariel knows the limits of Chrono's power, who fought with all his might as the Seventh Apostle.

Chrono may not be able to defeat Gratney Octo.

However, as a purely possible possibility, Saliel speculates so. The path to the Gratney Octo crusade is not complete. Rather, it is more overwhelmingly deficient.

Insufficient fighting power, unprepared. Reckless assault maneuvers, relying on the power of only one person.

Sariel, whose role was only to fight God's enemies, is not so bright in something called leading soldiers or using tactics. But as much as Chrono's manoeuvres were full of holes and very unsuccessful, it was more appropriate to say gambling, so did the decorative commander's girlfriend.

And in reality, Gratney Octo has begun his last predation.

"- Whoa, whoa!? Hey, he's finally fucked!

As if the castle had been hit by an earthquake, it rocked heavily at one time. Ryan seems to have stepped on without throwing out his body for both of us, but about half of the soldiers gathered here have fallen.

"... Ursula"

It's okay. It's okay.

Except for the unusual original magic (original), Ursula, who is only a child, was also one of those who fell. Blunt of motor nerves, she fails brilliantly to receive and beats her forehead painfully as a result of her frontal fall into the stone passage.

But in tears, she stood tall.

Sariel's thin brow just jumped pickly for a moment, wondering if there was anything in his body that would not even allow him to lend a hand to the child who fell.

Goddamn it, you're getting to the basement.

Ryan's vice seeps out an obvious rush of color. The robust stone passages drawn in precise straight lines have, however, finally begun to distort to the left to the right. At the next moment, it's not strange that a wall collapses in one piece.

"Beyond this is a chapel! Located in the middle of the castle, it should be more durable than here!

That's what I shouted at was Cliff, the Knight Squadron Leader of the Crusaders.

There was no one to dispute how the passage was going to be completely destroyed.

"Go on with me! The shake is terrible, watch out for falls!

Intermittent tremors strike, and everyone goes along the aisle, where the caracallas and dust begin to fall, with their hands on the wall. Does everyone have nothing to panic about or make noise about, just because even fear outweighs all emotions?

Still, the line of crusaders proceeding quietly and solemnly seemed to Saliel, as somewhere sacred as the 'march of the saints' depicted in the Bible.

Was there God's blessing after all? No, I must be pure luck more than being part of a line abandoned by God. Either way, they safely reached the chapel where both open doors of white paint await.

"All right, the octopuses aren't in there, we're just going in!

Two rows of columns, led by Ryan and Cliff, complete their evacuation to the chapel immediately. The powerful heavy knight made a loud noise and closed the door, knocking it over.

"It's better than the aisle."

The chapel, which was completely closed, did feel like the sound of the wind had gone away. It would even seem like it would be a very normal stormy night if it would fit in pretty well and close your eyes.

"Oh, after that, let's pray to God that the storm passes safely"

Crusader soldiers who were to gather at the house of God, even if they did not want to. How much their faith is with half of the vigilantes in the pioneering village. It is certainly not high enough to martyr with joy, but it is nevertheless at this moment that they recall the teaching of the Cross, which continues to have far more than divine generations as the common sense of the country, no, the world.

"... in heaven, our God"

With no one, I snapped.

Forgive us for our sins.

Let go of the weapon in your hand, and your empty hands are layered in prayer to God.

Save us from evil.

Only at one time did all those gathered in the chapel speak the words of their sacred prayer - no, there was only one unbeliever who did not pray.

"God bless you. - Mmm!

That the unbeliever would be, he had even begun to obstruct the faithful who wholeheartedly prayed next door.

On Ursula's little mouth was overlaid with momentum like beating even mosquitoes whose white palms were mercilessly stopped.

"Hmm, hey, what are you doing, Sister Yuri!?

From an unexpected person, by acting unexpectedly, the servant Ursula had also opened her eyes and raised her voice of surprise.

Against Sariel, yes, it was she who made the unbelievers who did not pray to God throughout this period, and it was the devil who interrupted the prayers of the faithful who did the work as he had done.

Most of all, as Ursula, I'm surprised at Sariel for blocking her mouth like a childish joke. In the roughly three months of cohabitation that he has had so far, Ursula knows how insensitive Sariel is to Sister Yuri.

She doesn't even talk about one of the jokes, but it's not even possible to play a prank.

Ursula stares at Sariel with a look like she saw where the cat rang One. But she was the usual faceless expression everywhere.

"... don't pray, don't be"

After staring at each other for plenty of thirty seconds, Saliel replied so.

"Huh... why, is it?

"Where I prayed, God will not give me strength"

When you are given unwanted power and you greed yourself, that power is lost. What shall we say about this, not to say that it is deceived?

Sariel was clearly aware of that irrationality at this moment when he put it in his mouth again.

irrational. Yes, everything is irrational.

That Sayuko Shirazaki was reincarnated, that he had once served his mission as an apostle. That your very existence is haunting and tormenting Chrono. And that people who treat themselves like this as companions, even though they don't know the circumstances, are in danger of merciless death.

But as one of them, Sariel doesn't have the power to overturn them. I mean, helpless.

My heart squeaks.

I can't help it on my own, I can't help it. Even when I was an apostle, my difference in power was only precisely analyzed and understood, and there was nothing more to think of.

But now I wonder what the urge to swirl deep inside this chest is to say.

Something I have no idea about that doesn't solve people's emotions. But if this is what this feels like to be human emotion itself - so much so that I felt like Chrono had always challenged the fight with his life, just a little, figured it out.

"God never helps people"

"Oh, no... even I already know... but in this situation, then all I have to do is pray"

Ursula, who has been scorned with the second-degree divine people of the Dirty Everarms, also demonstrates understanding in words that outright deny Saliel's teaching of the Cross. But she also knows very well the limits of her power.

At least, even with the power of Anastasia, it's impossible to offset the storm of bulimia caused by Gratney Octo.

"Until now, I have lived according only to the will of God. If I faced death in battle without strength, I would have prayed, without ever wandering away."

It is common not just to Sariel, but to the majority of the followers of the Crucifixion. Praying to God is normal as a human being when you are in the brink of unknown fear and despair. For the Sinclairs, there is no room for doubt there.

"Then why isn't Sister Yuri praying?

'Cause I remember.'

But Sayuko Shirazaki was different.

She did not give up until the last moment when her will was extinguished. She seemed to understand that the very survival of herself was impossible... but still, she did 'something'.

Sayuko Shirazaki's self and her newborn will, a time when both sides are present in one flesh, therefore, neither Saliel nor his memory of the time is certain. But I do feel the strong will she kept fighting until the end, not imitating that she just sat and waited for death.

After all, Sariel has no idea what Shirazaki Yuriko thought and accomplished during his death. It does not exist on the stored data.

But what matters to Sariel today was the last appearance of Lily Shirazaki, who looks brighter than any saint appearing in the Bible.

"A man can continue to fight until the last moment when death comes. And now I want to be, I hope"

Why are you so obsessed with the thoughts of Yuriko Shirazaki? Sariel hasn't figured it out yet.

Maybe even this emotion is just a imitation.

Still, Sariel did wish at this time.

"I want to help everyone. I want to make his wish come true. So I don't want to give up until the end"

"- Really? As for the answer, well, fine. Passed."

It was not Ursula who sent such a reply. What reached my ear was the voice of a woman I couldn't hear at all.

Sariel's hearing precisely hears the human voice. Wrong hearing, in the first place. That also applies to all the mixed units of the Crusaders and vigilantes gathered on this occasion. In other words, this voice will undoubtedly belong to a completely different third party, which cannot exist in this chapel right now.

"… who, is"

Between moments, Saliel pulled a spare Rapier out of the back of the porch - but the moment he got the sword, the situation had already changed, no, the world itself.

A chapel with an interior based on white, whose color scheme is turned into an inverted, that is, black monochromatic space.

The breadth and height remain the same. The same applies to cantera lights that illuminate the interior in long chairs positioned left and right. However, the light that a red flame is supposed to emit is gray for some reason, only to illuminate the world in a monochrome way.

There is also no sign of Ursula ever exchanging words in a space that has lost such colour, nor are the soldiers who have fled here seen as one.

One of me was left behind. No, being isolated from space to space can be immediately disconnected because Sariel, as an apostle, knows one end of knowledge situated at the peak of magic.

Yes, that is, that this is like dimensional magic (World Dimension). And the schemer stood before Saliel in dignity, without hiding himself.

"I am Freesia Baldier, Commander of the Knights of the Imperial Army of the Glorious Elroad (Royal Guard) - but this is what people in this world call it," The Dark Knight Freesia. "

It was indisputable, and a stand worthy of naming the Dark Knight.

The black all-body armor (full plate armor) that surrounds you is very different in design from that of the Crusaders, and is rightly and demonic, something that should be called sharp and pungent. Above all, the crimson lines of light that run everywhere in armor and as edges are bright as blood tides that run into the flesh of black steel pulse. Sariel's acute sixth sense senses the same, no, more magical density that emerges at the moment when the Black Magic Rift Blade (Blast Blade) bursts. The more you touch it, the more you can play it, that's enough to make you imagine the explosive force of scale that makes a thousand miles of scorched earth on all sides.

But whoever the overwhelming signs of pitch-black armor wraps within it is neither a formidable big man, nor a real demon with horns.

She was a woman, with a beautiful, beautiful voice.

Its face is uncertain because of the black helmet worn in the depths of its eyes, but the contour, which is exposed from below the eye area, is sharp and sufficient to make her imagine her beauty as plausible from the kind of red lips that drew the Zhu to the high nose.

Though she is a woman, her upper back is so high that she can't reach Chrono, and she looks like a heavy armored figure. The black-iron glow and crimson lines, as polished out, shine like new, but also made me wonder and the history of her endlessly long battles with this armor.

No, as a matter of fact, Saliel already suspects that this' Dark Knight Freesia 'has a long history of warfare that goes beyond the raw hours allowed to man.

"... Black Gods"

"Yes, I am still one of the goddesses allowed to serve His Majesty the great Emperor Ellord."

Sariel has still taught only rough things about the 'Black Gods' of the Pandora continent from Chrono.

Unlike the monotheistic crucifixion, it is a polytheism in which numerous gods exist and can grant their god a corresponding blessing. Her understanding, generally so, was sufficient to determine the identity of this suddenly emerged lady knight of pitch black.

"Why did you show up before me"

"Let me give you protection."

Impossible. I think so reflexively, and logically, I just thought so.

"The apostle of the abominable white God, which is still in the world - but you are qualified to betray God and also to grant my protection. Then I only follow the rules and give strength."

"I do not deserve to be granted God's protection again." Dark Knight Freesia, I have not prayed to you, nor challenged you to a trial. "

"If you don't remember, ask that chest now -"

Moment after moment, Freesia's right arm moved.

Gripped in her hand is a single swing of trident spear (Trident). Black Trident, shaped with a large blade, can't possibly be able to follow that movement with his eyes if it is shaken in front of him.

But it didn't look like Sariel.

If you notice, the tip, which is dyed black, is stuck to your chest tip.

"-" Love "inscribed there is the qualification I deserve to gain my strength"

"No, it's not mine"

Love, what an emotion remains in this body, it is nothing more than that of Lily Shirazaki.

"But you feel painful. Every time I remember that night."

The moon of darkness 24th. Holy night of destiny.

Saliel certainly remembers Krono's appearance that day with a look that pushed and killed all sorrows and sorrows. Three months have passed and still are clear without fading.

Sariel remembers. Chrono, you always remember the night you sleep next to him. the moment his lips touch him.

Every time I think back about it, my chest hurts. An unidentified pressure tightens the chest, mind, as tied with an invisible chain.

"... it's just guilt. I understand the act of redemption. Therefore, if I have no love and love, it is only the last will left by Sayuko Shirazaki"

"Perhaps so. But it's also true that that love called me - take it, you want power, don't you?

"So... saving, if you can"

I want power. If that unwanted wish is to come true, it is not necessary. No matter how evil it may have been, Sariel has no more hesitation.

"Then sign. For thou hast already gained the LORD whom thou giveth thy spear.

At that moment when a thin smile appeared on Freesia's mouth, the black tip pierced Saliel's thin chest.

"-!?

Spit out blood as it creases up from the back of his throat.

I'm used to pain. But it's not entirely blockable. The shock that poked me in the chest is real, from the feel, and my heart is completely destroyed with a single poke.

"Okay, love is all about doing it. I mean, loyalty is love itself. Try not to forget it."

Saliel, who took immediate death damage, darkened his consciousness, not long after thinking about anything more.