Kuro no Maou

"Um, because South Third Street is here... to get out on Blossom Avenue, um..."

Even the white streets, in the cold scenery of falling powdery snow dyeing up even more white, I roar yeah yeah, with the map in one hand all over the demonic city.

Give me a real break, won't you? I, for my part, am not sure how to read the map with directional tone deafness. The only place you can walk around without hesitation is in a dirty little slum town with an orphanage where you grew up until you were an adult. Even the castle town of Helvetia, where I spent some years, said I still haven't remembered the path satisfactorily, but there's no way I can get to my destination smoothly by being thrown into a city I've visited for the first time, and, moreover, a city that is huge enough to be comparable to Elysion. Honestly, I just got to this address called 'South Third Street' before sundown, and it's like a miracle.

Around here, I just want to give you one of my rewards for working hard, but you have one breath to go to your destination. I don't want to get distracted here and get to the goal at once.

Anyway, I'm a jailbreaker. Lienfeldt Aria Herbetia Bergunt, the 'Holy Girl of Helvetia' who was captive to the enemy in the Fifth Galahad War - again, I, Lynn, was aiming for the 'Abbey of St. Julia', which was also shown as a lurking destination, as that mysterious masked man put it in discipline.

Of course, I tried to get back to the Crusades this way at first... but it's impossible to run through the Fortress of Galahad with my power and into the main force, and I don't have the ability to dive into the midwinter snow mountains. In the first place, at the time of escape, at the end of the day, I was sneaking into a dragon car full of wounded soldiers, so straight ahead, I'm also a sparda sender. Even returning to Fortress Galahad was muddled.

And first, I lurked in Sparda, the capital of an enemy nation, trying to prepare and gather information, but when the Holy Night of Destiny (Holy Night) dawned, I could hear a story anywhere in the city of Sparda Grand Victory, Crusader Defeat,. This finally makes my aim of returning to the Crusades hopeless.

At last, Count Bergunt, the Admiral, was also taken over, which makes it clearer than seeing fire that I have no peaceful life, even if I return. Will I ever go back? The name of this pointlessly long aristocrat also determined me to throw it away at this moment and just return to Lynn.

Anyway, I'm out of place in earnest, and I have no choice but to lift my heavy hips and go for Avalon all the way. There was no other Ate to rely on, so while I thought it was suspicious, I decided to go to the monastery.

With a few days of sparda life, for now I understood that I lived a healthy and cultural life to the same extent as us humans, apart from being a demon tribe, I was ready to travel without so much cultural shock and board the dragon car to Avalon.

No incidents like this in particular, for a few days to be shaken by a prolonged gutter of snow trails. I reached the beautiful capital of Avalon, surrounded by the great walls of White Asia.

"Ahhh! I don't care!

And he said he was lost. I'm such an idiot.

But what I've shouted, tried despair, and conveniently can't possibly be someone's help is that if I omit my life, which continues to be a ordeal, at a level that God is harassing me, I can understand myself. Well, I'm wearing a hidden robe that hides these grey, nasty signs, so I just made a few voices, and nobody cares. What you can rely on is your own power.

Let's just calm down and rethink the plan with a wack of

I mean, I got to Avalon, and it's been about two or three hours since I got on track and had a little high lunch. Today's quest is just the right time to give up here and find an inn.

Fortunately, on the street here where I walk, I see a few lodgings and thought signs. There are more people than that, apparently. Such a location inn, though not fancy, would not be such a bad place. At last, if you are a guest staying overnight, you should not ask the innkeeper about the way or be disturbed.

All right, it's not a quick journey ahead anyway, let's take a night off and refresh our minds and bodies before we go looking. Tomorrow, you just have to work hard.

If so, I walked out of the crowd again with the intention of entering and resting in the most beautiful inn I could quickly, appropriately, at that time...

"Oops!?

"Cah! Hey, hey, that hurts!?

Oh, when I felt a reflectively understandable shock that I hit someone, I was already out of balance, kneeling on thin, snow-covered cobblestone ground. I mean, I fell.

"Evil, evil, evil, no, are you all right, little lady?

A light tone shakes from above my head that I don't think is too bad. What is it, Conoyalou, if you look up - there was a pretty handsome guy there.

Long silver hair, shaded like snowfields with fresh snow. However, the skin is its whiteness and true reverse brown hue. Clear sky-blue eyes floating slice-length eyes can't feel the cold as if smiling like this.

"Look, can you stand? You're not hurt or anything."

"Hey!? Don't touch yourself, you Everest!

Too late to notice how handsome you are, but when it comes to brown skin with silver hair and blue eyes, it's a characteristic of the Everarms. Even the heathens I did it with success, they saw it there.

I don't want a guy like that standing in my arms, holding my back.

"Ha, you're not well at all, I lost you worried. And I'm the Nanchala. Bye. What is it, what is it?

It irritates me with a hella hella and a cool smiley face Everard guy as seen by some country guy... there's no way there's an Everard here. Whether Sparda or Avalon, there were humans of all kinds of hair colors, eye colors, skin colors, and many non-human races in the first place. It's an unthinkable demographic in Sinclair, but if you stay a few days, you'll get used to it there.

So there is no wonder that there are races that share exactly the same characteristics as the Everarms.

"Beh, nothing, it's nothing!

Dangerous, if I talk too weird, they'll suspect me. I've never heard anything about the Knights looking for me because I escaped, or being a bounty neck, but I just haven't seen or heard it yet, and the search may continue. It's not something I've figured out what trivial things to get my feet on. We need to be more careful.

"Right. Then in this crowd, don't walk bonkers. Maybe you're sorry you got hurt, huh?

"Ugh, big help."

"Ha ha, little lady. Avalon (here) has quite a few bad guys, so be careful!

The false Everard man vanished into the crowd, bewitching a white robe like a crucifix to abandon such an unsolicited thing.

"Ha, shit, what the hell, already..."

Nothing, nothing, just unluckily bumped into a good-looking man. Danger, if this is an alley in Slam Street, you can be a moron touching your body all the time, or you can be a slut fishing for luggage in the guise of a good person - that, maybe.

"... None"

I didn't think so, so I fished my robe pocket and saw, no. I don't have a wallet.

"Oh, hey, you're lying, wait, wait, wait, seriously, God, it's in heaven, our God -"

No matter how many times I check, no matter where I look, I don't. I don't have a wallet full of gold coins, my entire possession, that I got from that masked man Ex.

Oh, what a lapse. I grew up in a slum. Seriously, I'm in a bad mood.

For some time now, I had a complete lack of attention to these places because of my life as a lady with a butler. Money can't stay in my pocket, or disperse it all over my body and hide it, even the rural tourists who come to Elysion like that knew the basics were rough.

But, because the only time I should be aware of now is when I stand on the battlefield, and in my normal life I left it to the maid of honor and various other servants, including Sebastian, so you can't help but regret that!

"Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh..."

A fake Everarm man who has committed so much of a felony that it is still not enough to go to hell is impossible to chase him and find him at the earliest opportunity in this goin 'crowd wave. Or even if I had noticed on that occasion, when my wallet was in the bastard's hands, I would have shaken me off and let him escape.

Oh, de shit. By the time he touched me, it was already my loss.

So even if you think about it, there's nothing you can do about it now. What am I going to do now that I'm out of money?

"Ya, the inn... Ha, you can't..."

Instead of a small beautiful inn, even the lowest ranked thin dirty miscellaneous fish sleeping room, I don't have the right to use it without a single piece of copper coin. For those who have no money and no closeness, to reveal the night in the city...... no, no, I can't, because I can never. No matter how much I was, I was from an orphanage, so I had about a bed. In the middle of the middle of the winter city, the experience of wild boarding is not in boulders.

The 'Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary)' also prevents the cold, so you don't have to worry about freezing to death, but it doesn't reproduce the softness of the bed, and most importantly, it doesn't prevent serious damage to the spirit and pride of sleeping on the side of the road. If you're no longer a countess, and you're a maiden of your age, it's not a bearable environment.

I shouldn't, an hour or two before sundown?

By then, go to the bunk with the roof at all costs.

"- To the monastery, we have to go"

Thus I resumed my search for the monastery, ready to die.

Then, how much time would I have wandered the strange city of Avalon? Starting out on the front street, I also slipped through dirty alleys like some familiar slum street, and through an unusually lonely corner that seemed to come out even in the undead.

Finally the sun went down, and I relied on the lamp lights, and began wandering in a feeling of emptiness like a ghost, at that time.

"Ah... St. Julia... Abbey!

I found it. Finally.

I don't know where you've come from, but before me, I did discover some nostalgic, crucifix church-style building with a big sign with 'St. Julia's Abbey'.

Please, this is not the illusion I saw. With that thought caged, I banged on the chapel-style building door and shouted.

"Sorry! Please help this lost lamb!!

And God reached out the hand of salvation.

"Yes, which is it?"

Gigigi, and emerged from the back of the open door with the bad-looking sound of standing was the second handsome man today - also a priest with a calm atmosphere.

Bright brown hair cut out of little chillies. Because for some reason the eyes are meditating, it is apparent at first glance that they do not know the colour of the eyes but have a sufficiently neat noticeable nose.

"This, this... sounds like you're tired of your body and mind for a long time. I don't know what to stand talkin 'about, but first, thank you, young lady."

Hey, even the real Elysion doesn't have such a god-responsive priest. I entered the house of God, thanking so much for the priest Avalon, who was so ideally full of charity.

The same goes for the outside, but inside, I knew at a glance that it had much the same construction as a crucifix church. I still have the qualifications to be a regular Sister.

Should the room thus passed be the lounge? The size there, the number of long tables and chairs the kids are likely to be able to eat side by side. Yeah, this vibe reminds me of an orphanage.

"I'll bring you a cup of tea, please take a moment"

"Oh, yes, thank you very much"

The priest left the lamp, which would be the light of the room, on the table where I sat, and he walked down the corridor, with his bare hands, fine and darkened.

"... Could it be that you're not blind?

Eyes that remain closed all the time. Movement that does not require lighting. It's an element enough to make him think he's blind, but I can't believe it when he sees no wand and no stray movement that far.

Well, now you're more worried about yourself than others, aren't you? Maybe they're wanted by the Knights of Avalon by now.

Even if a tough knight comes here in a few minutes, I don't have the strength to resist. 'Cause I'm tired today. There is no sentence. I don't care anymore.

"Thank you for waiting"

Fulfilling, the priest really came back to brew tea.

A hot cup of tea fills my body as I wander around the fucking cold winter city. The taste is well, not so much that you can't drink it.

My tongue, which has fattened me in vain in in my lady's life, appeals to me at will for a spicy evaluation, but still thanks to one dose, my rough heart has calmed down just a little.

"First, let's introduce ourselves. My name is Emile, and I am a priest in this monastery of St. Julia."

Thanks for this, be polite. So I return my name, too.

"Uh, I'm Lynn... uh..."

As the vanguard of the Crusades, I have invaded the Pandora continent, Tehe, for Christ's sake, I can't tell you even if my mouth is torn. As for my identity, so far there is no such thing as a good part to reveal.

"Heh heh, apparently you're wacky. But any man, knock on the gates of this monastery and accept. Adults seem to do it, but you are still young... because if you can help a lost young man, he will be very happy to be a priest."

"What, uh, are you sure? Don't ask me anything."

"I just want you to tell me what you think is good."

Wow, what a guy, such a good guy. Like a priest. I mean, is this the real priest? It is the answer I want Sinclair's freshmen to apprentice.

In the meantime, the important thing is to ask you to keep me hidden here. There is nothing more serious, sincere, than asking for money. If you can't, make it age 17 and it's a street childrens debut. Absolutely not, absolutely not.

"Actually, I, hey, I have quite a few things going on... and, you know, I'm not even going anywhere. Even the petty possession wasn't an Evra of a bad nature on the way here, it was stolen by a sled."

Even in my tearful vague explanation, the priest hammers me, yeah.

"I came to this monastery because I was introduced to someone. He was the benefactor who saved my crisis and told me that he would take care of me if I were here… I had nothing but to believe the words."

"Really, after all, you seem to have come through a great ordeal. Still, I thank God that you arrived here safely and that your encounter was fulfilled."

This man, isn't he really a crucifix priest, so much so that he was now cutting a cross to an awesome natural. The motion of cutting a cross on the chest is the famous and most basic prayer jasture known to any rural believer in the Cross. It is basically used in the sacraments and sets of "I am in heaven".

And then there are subtly variations, and this is the only way an extreme priest can purify the undead. Of course, I can't possibly be an ethnicist.

"The Abbey of St. Julia welcomes your visit, Mr. Lynn. We're not very wealthy here, but we can do as much as guarantee clothing and accommodation. You should spend some time here in peace."

"What, are you sure it's okay?!? Thanks!

I took your word for it. I'll sit here, even if I can't do it now. Seriously, though I will be sitting there using "The Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary)".

"Please, thank you from now on"

"Best wishes!

Having shaken hands with Gatchiri and the priest, I am like a merchant who made a great deal. Yay, now my future is open.

"Oh, and, if you don't mind, there's just one thing I'd like you to tell me."

"Ha, what is it?

"Do you know the name of the benefactor who saved your life?

"Ex, he named it. I know you're a young man, but it sounds like a pseudonym, and I hid my face in a mask, and I don't know more about who he is. Uh, could we possibly know each other?

"Yeah, definitely. He's an old friend of mine."

and where the priest talked about the mysterious masked man in a good way,

"Hey! I'm home, priest!!

Then a cheerful voice rang from the front door to the lounge.

"Excuse me, one of the residents here seems to be back"

I don't have to be told, so much so that I could already feel myself approaching the end of the hallway with dokadoka and footsteps.

"Listen to me, priest, at the front street today, there's a sockly woman in Lynn -"

Byrne, the man's face, who made a hell of a noise and stepped into the lounge with momentum, was handsome. I remember seeing it somewhere, it was handsome.

The handsome guy with a silver-haired, blue-eyed brown skin who looks like an Everarm... Yeah, definitely, he is.

"Why are you here?"

"Whoa, why are you here?

No, I don't care why he showed up before me anymore. I have a more important mission.

"Come on, give me back my gold coins! You Everarm Yarrow!!

"Whoa, whoa, seriously -"

Flip yourself agile, you sleazy bastard trying to escape, but don't think you'll ever get away with this Helvetian holy girl burning in anger again.

"Let It Go -" The Cathedral Boundary (Sanctuary) ""

"Whoa, what the fuck!? Whoa whoa whoa!?

"Oh, what do you mean? I didn't know you two already knew each other... and now it should be called God's guidance."

Nonetheless, this is how I was to be troubled by the monastery of St. Julia. In the house of God standing in the land of demons, with this serene and gentle Emir priest and the sleigh men of Evelam...... and all the other weird ones gathered together.

Oh, please, may God bless you in the future.

Around the time when the moon of dawn should also end. In the capital, Avalon, a small nightclub was held.

What we gather are a few nobles, who do not usually live in Avalon. The escort has only one lead butler and a minimum escort. The place is on the edge of the aristocratic city, a small mansion.

Two men and women were in the night breeze on a balcony visiting a lonely garden in a quiet party as if they had forgotten their glamour as nobles.

"Oh, that's true, Sir Vissendorf!?

Surprising voices are raised by women, rather than by daughters of appearance who should be called girls. A flashy dress reminiscent of a bright red rose flower, but the girl called Christina has an unbeatable glamour for her costume. Mainly because of that huge blonde vertical roll.

Her real name is Christina Damned Spiralhorn. He is the beloved daughter of Baron Christoph, who controls the territory with the largest Mithril mine in Avalon. The absence of a father on this occasion already makes Christina not just a lady, but a knight serving the royal family, which is also the deputy captain of the prestigious First Dragon Cavalry (Dragoon Nights) "Dragonheart," a fine but late. He graduates with Imperial School, including parental asylum.

"Um, I'm so sorry... but it's already been decided, Christina,"

The other is a skinny man with a black cape on his wings. From a long ear, I can tell it's an elf.

Long, wavy black hair is lustrous and youthful, but thin wrinkles are engraved in the fine face. Though he usually had a golden glance and the prestige to overwhelm those who stood before him, he now felt like an elf but an age-appropriate decay.

His name is Vissendorf Borderline Uncle. The territory of Vissendorf, at the northern end of Avalon, inherits the position of the peripheral uncle since it was the first generation to protect the border from the vicious Harpi, which nests in the Asbel Mountains.

No matter, now I don't play a fierce mountain battle with blood and wings scattered between me and Harpy. From the tribes of Harpi, where they inherit their barbaric customs, more than when they established a modern state called 'Wyndham', they have made peace with Avalon and are now friendly enough to contend for one or two among the Alliance of Urban States.

It is known in Avalon as the Vissendorf family, which has lived a long time in peace, but still today can bomb the martial name it deserves to be responsible for the defence of its borders because of its formation.

However, the contemporary borderline uncle was famous in another sense.

"Oh, why... why, why. I didn't love The Curse Weapon so much!

Yes, he was very famous for his muscles as a collector of cursed weapons.

"I didn't say no to my love for the cursed weapon exhausted. As you get older, you learn to get tired of it, but increasingly fit into the depths of that coma charm."

These two are like-minded men, so to speak. We can talk about the charm of cursed weapons, boast of each other's collections, and sometimes be rivals competing in auctions.

"Then why did you sell the collection?"

"With me, I won't let go of all the pearl collections I've risked my life on... but I have to sell them because I've become too famous"

"No way."

"Oh...... I'm putting 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' out for the next auction"

Christina reveals a startling look from the bottom of her heart because she is a like-minded person with the same values. His eyes were wide open, his mouth as open as a dumb one, but only his mouth was hidden with a fan spread out, and his elegance as a child of nobility was preserved.

"Oh, no... you know, the ultimate cursed armor..."

"The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)," which is one of the best, held by the famous collector, Uncle Borderline.

It was once the armor used by the kings of the country that ruled the land at the time, in the dark days before Avalon was founded. From its coming history, it is purely a first-degree antique of historical value, but more than that, it has been transformed into a cursed armor that holds tremendous resentment. At least enough to get inked at the Temple of Pandora that the curse is impossible with modern magic technology.

"Perhaps that greedy skeleton will win the bid. He's been obsessively after my beloved" Maximilian Armor. "

"Master Mordred of Sparda and I are still friends of the dog monkeys, aren't we? Are you sure you want to give up on someone like that?

"That skeleton is unrestrained, an ungrateful gatherer of all the cursed things… but its obsession and its financial strength, above all, its eyes to see"

Chairman Mordred of Sparda is one of the famous collectors, as he pairs with Avalon's Vissendorf Borderline Uncle. Rich, has a sharper appraisal eye than Vissendorf, an elf, because he is a purely undead species called. Furthermore, due to its affinity with the dark attributes, it can even wave its own weapon of curse.

From Vissendorf, possessed by the charm of the cursed weapon, Moldred's abilities are beyond envy.

"But that man would never treat you like a bad person."

The words of the borderline uncle, crushed with a deep sigh, scratched out into the winter air with what should also be called a declaration of defeat.

"But I can't solve it. What the hell would make you so sadly prepared to let go of 'The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)'"

Yes, the underlying cause that led Uncle Borderline to make the bitter decision to let go of one of the best dishes he ever loved has yet to be heard. If that were obvious, I couldn't have been convinced.

"... Did you know that there have been strange moves in Avalon lately?

Uncle Borderline looked to the right, looked to the left, then set aside for the night, then cut out so.

"Strange move? Well, this isn't the verse that comes to mind for me."

"Well, you look like your father, and you seem oblivious to court circumstances."

"Because I am a knight. Besides, my house is a typical dwarf that would be satisfied if we had a mine and a workshop."

"I know it's a virtue not to have extra ambition, but now it's just a little bit better to focus on Avalon's movements"

"... and say?

"I can't tell you the details yet. But thank you. I see a secret movement among the twelve nobles."

Like the four nobles of Sparta, and so on, there are most powerful nobles in every country besides the royalty. In Avalon, twelve old clans are known to the nations as twelve nobles from the time of their founding.

But while this is the same again in every country, powerful aristocrats become more of a relationship with each other than a comforting companion, rather a rival. Looking back at a history that has only been engraved for a millennium and a half years, there are unlimited examples of such things as the indulgence of the nobles in the country developing into war.

Avalon's twelve aristocrats also continue to relate to each other for thousands of years, shredding from each other's territories, rights, or regimes.

"Its head, apparently, is Sir Arklight. I don't know what kind of bonds have been exchanged, but Lord Azrael and Lord Dracroix have also expressed their support."

"My God, it's hard to believe the three of you are in Russia."

Among the twelve aristocrats, the Duke of Arklight, the Duke of Azrael and the Duke of Dracroix are specifically referred to as your three families, because they are still in an important position deeply involved in Avalon's national politics. Most importantly, it is only natural that it should be treated differently because it holds the highest ranking Duke in the nobility and has several times in history a blood connection between the Avalonian royal family and marriage.

"It is said that the trifles of your three families bring stability to Avalon's rule, etc., but it will be a side of the facts. If those three families unite and try to do something..."

"Your Majesty may not be able to stop you."

The borderline uncle nodding deeply with a painful look was still not just an atmosphere to tell rumours.

"Let's not talk about this any more, because it's just my personal speculation. But I just wanted you to know that this is so critical that I take 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' off my hands. Kristi-na, I think you're a good friend, and a difficult fellow. Besides, you seem a lot cuter than your selfish all-you-can-do daughter."

"Whoa, whoa, that's rude to a lady."

"No, no, you have unparalleled taste and talent. Enough to wield a weapon of curse yourself. If I were seventy years younger, I would have invited you."

"Ugh, that's a shame. Neither have I met such lovely lords as Sir Visendorf."

"It's a better mouth too. When I first met you, you grew up to be a lovely woman... and that's why I couldn't help but give you some advice."

"Thank you for your consideration. It hurts."

I don't think so, but if you say so much, you'll find out what Borderline Uncle's 'crisis' is all about.

Apparently, your three families are conspiring to do some sort of work on those in possession of the 'Curse Weapon'.

"... this hobby is certainly not something you can say in a very dignified way. But it won't be enough sin to be punished."

"Someone appeared who didn't want to admit it, I guess. Finally, let me just tell you one thing -"

Borderline uncle returns his heel from the balcony and turns back to the party venue full of warm light.

- Watch out for the Aria Monastery.

That discarded dialogue slowly lingered in Christina's ear.