Kuro no Maou

The conversation is over. All you have to do is have dinner and sleep.

A long, very long, uninterrupted sense of fatigue surrounds my body, as if I had finished a painful battle.

"I don't really feel like eating."

"I'm hungry"

Fiona is no different than usual. Nothing to say, no attitude, no atmosphere.

Just because I became a lover, I suddenly have trouble being sweet with a cat's voice. I'm not sure I can handle this calmly right now.

So, Fiona as usual, I was grateful.

Well, I didn't cry until just now.

"But I'm going to take a shower first"

"Oh, I'll make it right"

"Thank you. What will Sariel do?

"Keep him asleep. The shower will be fine tomorrow."

Already, Saliel has put him to sleep in the extra room in the dorm. Fortunately, I always have about spare sheets and blankets, so I have no problem with one more bed to use.

I've been sleeping with Sariel for the last three months, but it's been a long time since today, and I'm going to sleep alone. I don't think I'm lonely. Just a little, I felt relieved that my shoulder load had dropped.

"In Pioneering Village, Mr. Krono was washing Saliel's body?

"... oh"

"Really?"

I heard it from myself, and I'm not even interested. But do you care?

To the fact that a man I like, almost every day, watched another woman naked.

At least, if men and women were the opposite, they would care. I care too. It is rather horrible that there is nothing more to pursue.

"What do you do with Saliel's meal?

"You'll still be awake, I'll feed you."

I can't cut the suggestion that we eat here together. I might forgive you if I told you, but as much as it wouldn't feel good from Fiona, I know.

"Sariel's hands and feet remain missing, but any medication or anything?

"No, I didn't give it especially because there was nothing that seemed to help with the treatment"

"I have a pretty strong healing (cure) potion though. If I let him drink it, he won't grow hands and feet, but I was wondering if it would heal better when regenerating defects."

"... okay?

"Yes, because as much as I drink this, it doesn't taste as good as dead"

"No, I knew you wouldn't."

"Really?"

Sariel's wounds should be healed slowly at this time. In the meantime, we've got a situation where we can keep her by our side.

The rest depends on how the Spartan army comes out...... I don't think about it anymore today.

"Bye."

And, Fiona just finished her administrative confirmation and just headed for the shower.

The shower room here is worn out from the beginning, I've been vacant for a while, so it looks dirty... well, Fiona would do anything with a water magic round wash or something.

"Ha..."

When I was completely alone, I got a severe sigh of pain.

Pity. Are you sure this is a good idea? Although I get lost, in the end, I couldn't do anything about it.

"In the meantime, can I have some soup"

Striking my thoughts, I decided to concentrate on cooking. A kind of reality escape.

I haven't left a grocery store, but I have the rest of the supplies that Lily and the others have prepared for Sparda's return. Let's use that today and make it easy.

For the first time in a long time, I stood in the dorm kitchen, blurred my head, and set fire to it.

To forget the time, the work proceeds lightly.

Throw the appropriately chopped ingredients into a pan of soup and cook the thick-chopped bacon. It's all the ingredients, but I still think it's a lot better than what I ate in Pioneering Village.

This bacon and white bread alone is going to be a treat for Leki and Ursula. It's only in my heart anymore, when I think of the two smiles, I just felt a little warmer.

"- I'm up."

"I was just getting this one done."

Fiona returns from the shower at the same time as expected. I'm done dressing from a black witch robe to a ruffled room outfit. I've seen it before, in a water-colored cape, I get the feeling that it's just a little back to Sparda's routine.

"Let's eat first. I'll clean it up later and take it to Sariel, so when you're done eating, Mr. Krono needs to rest first."

"Oh, thanks."

Thus, having a conversation as a matter of course, it makes me think that all the exchanges I had earlier were dreams. Fiona is a natural as usual everywhere, it's just that I'm the only one wielding complicated swirling emotions.

Is it true that I became a lover to Fiona? Reality doesn't come as if.

"What is it, Mr. Chrono? Bo, are you tired?

"No, I'm fine"

Shaking off the feeling that I would soon be trapped in a whirlpool of thought, I went to the table again.

In the meantime, let's eat this already today and go to bed. All the specifics and details of what we're going to do, let me think about it tomorrow.

Concon, and knock on the old wooden door.

"Yes."

I opened the door after confirming the small, disappearing reply.

What spreads in front of me is a room the same build and the same size as my own. However, since there have been no previous users, all we have here is a set of desks and chairs, a closet, and a bed.

As the new lord of this room, which was supposed to be deserted, she - the Seventh Apostle Saliel - was lying down in bed.

"I brought you a meal"

"Thank you"

I don't change one complexion, mechanical answer.

I don't know what you're thinking. I wonder if you haven't thought about it.

"It's a soup made by Mr. Chrono. Eat while it's warm."

So I put a vessel filled with hot soup in my hand, on the floor. Just in the middle of the room. Feeling the same way about feeding your dog.

……

Sariel stares at Soup and me, alternately. There is no movement.

"What's the matter? Come on, eat."

"... do you hate me"

"I'm telling you to eat fast."

Grab long, glossy silver hair unconstructively and drag it straight out of bed.

Because of my lack of hands and feet, or because of my small, skinny body from the beginning, I could drag it down to the floor without difficulty even with my arms.

d Make a dull noise and Saliel's body falls to the floor. Without leaking a single groan.

Well, if you had the same modification surgery as Mr. Chrono, it wouldn't hurt or itch like this.

"Come on, go ahead. You don't need a spoon."

From the beginning, I didn't bring it.

All I brought her was this soup and one more thing.

"This is a healing (cure) potion. It's very unpleasant, but drink it patiently."

Mr. Chrono was reluctant to let me drink, but that's not necessary. If you want Sariel to recover quickly, I will, as promised, do my best.

Most importantly, it's too much luxury for this woman to taste the soup he made for me as it is.

The lid of the potion bottle was opened and the drizzled liquid, bright blue as slime, was cut into a plate of soup.

"... n"

Sariel moves only one safe left arm and crawls unnecessarily over the floor. After taking just about a metre from the bed for seconds, we finally reach a plate of unsavory potted soup.

"I'll have it."

After crushing ridiculously disciplined, Saliel approached each other like a dog correctly and began to rinse the soup.

This is the strongest warrior the Sinclair Republic is proud of. Is it the end of the Seventh Apostle Saliel, one of the twelve Holy Men closest to God?

"That's pathetic, Sariel"

I step on Saliel's head, shallow and facing a plate of soup, with my earthfoot. He pressed the soles of his favorite boots, which had been soiled as he stepped through the Galahad Mountains, against his mercilessly shining silver hair.

My leg strength, etc. would easily detract from her physical ability and bounce back. But Sariel accepts this humiliating kick without any resistance.

White beauty sinks into a creepy, cloudy blue liquid mixed with soup and potion.

"But I have no sympathy. I hate you."

I know I'm not a liar. I think it's the kind of thing that keeps my mouth shut.

So, be honest. Because if I don't tell you first, I can't hide it through.

"Right now, but I want to kill you."

But I can't kill you. You can't kill him.

This is an absolute condition that I must endure in order to get Mr Chrono. Yes, even if Mr. Lily can't stand it, I can.

Because I've been, I've been ready for a long time.

I was convinced of my differences with Mr. Lily only after the end of the Last-Rose crusade in the Asbel Mountains. I asked her. I was wondering what kind of dream Mr. Chrono had.

The answer was' Hometown Dreams'.

I heard even more. I was wondering if Mr. Chrono had left a lover in his hometown.

However, Mr. Lilly blocked the question along the way. She didn't listen. I didn't think about it. That possibility. Already, that Mr. Chrono might have had someone to love. No, more terminally, that Mr. Chrono may not be a virgin.

Mr. Lilly was, above all, afraid. That Mr. Chrono may already be accepting other women.

Because I'm a fairy, is it? Mr. Lily was as innocent about sex as the ideals of the Crusade Sister. Perhaps you can call it noble.

A chastity concept that the women of the world should apprentice and look up to.

But, Mr. Lily, pushing it up to a man is a little harsh.

I stipulate that it is only one loved one, only one, who dedicates his purity. But I won't ask Mr. Chrono. He's a man, too. We've spent seventeen years in a peaceful, different world called Nihon, which we don't know. In the meantime, no wonder there were a few women in love. At the earliest possible age, you can get married and have children.

I still don't know. Whether Mr. Chrono had a lover in his hometown. Whether Sariel has become the first woman for him.

Speaking of which I don't care, it's a lie. But I don't care. I was prepared to give up my sole.

I gave up Mr. Chrono's "first time" from the beginning. But Mr. Lily wanted it. That's the decisive difference between me and her.

The moment I saw Mr. Krono holding Sariel at the Alsace Fortress, I was convinced of the victory. I tried to confess, I was determined.

The plan came to mind in an instant.

Mr. Krono couldn't kill Sariel. I hope to keep him alive. His relationship with Saliel, precisely, a girl from her hometown named Sirasaki Yurico. Listen to that, I know it again. The relationship between you and me is very complicated.

But I'm not a wacko I love wholeheartedly. Mr. Krono doesn't even want to marry Sariel.

That's enough, if you know what I mean.

Sariel has become the most convenient hostage to keep my confession from being turned down. At the same time, on the weapon of eliminating Mr. Lily, the strongest lover (competitor).

Mr. Lilli can never forgive Sariel for being held by Mr. Chrono. Because of her integrity.

The more she clapped herself out, the less Ms. Lily lost. Like a weak maiden as she seemed, crying unnecessarily, she fled.

I also told Mr. Chrono, "Don't!" And if they yell at me and poke at me, I'm confident I'll cry and run away the same way.

Fortunately, oh, really, fortunately, he didn't refuse.

Really, you're serious, Mr. Chrono. Under these circumstances, it wouldn't be weird for a disgusting, normal man to beat a woman up and shut her up like that.

But he listened to me. No matter how inconvenient it was for me, I didn't block my ears, I listened word for word.

I can't measure how much trouble he suffered.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chrono. It makes you suffer - guilt is anointed with joy, but nothing can be done about it.

'Okay, Fiona. Let's hang out. No, if it's me like this, why don't you hang out? From now on, I'm not just a buddy, I'm a lover'

The moment I pulled that word out, I became, the happiest girl in the world.

My wish came true. I don't need anything else, anymore.

So I can stand it. I can forgive Sariel for being here.

"- You're dirty, drink properly."

If I noticed, I could see Saliel bucking around with his face stuck in the soup. The disgusting colored soup equally polluted both the beauty of the white and the dusty floor.

"Pfft... ha..."

Small, but slightly disturbed, breathing sariel. Just a soup dish. You won't even have the depth to drown.

"Don't worry. This is the only time I can imitate it."

I was in the School of Magic, noble bloodmuscle, yet ugly and humid, not like the inferior female student, who repeats what is called a shady, so-called fig.

I just can't stand it right now.

Even when I was ready, I had to, when it was spoken out of Mr. Chrono's mouth...... without Mr. Lily, my intention to kill must have been conceited too. That's about it, I'm in shock, and I'm upset.

"Unless you betray Mr. Chrono, I guarantee your safety."

I'd appreciate an excuse to kill you if you could show me even some suspicious moves that would lead me inside the Crusades.

But no matter how neglected, it's risky for me to take extra action here. I tried to fit Sariel in, but in case Mr. Chrono finds out, this relationship is over.

Continuing a shady fig would also carry a lot of risks. No matter how gentle he is, he's not as sweet as accepting such a rotten hearted woman.

So there's nothing more to be done to me. If you need me, I'll take care of Sariel. No, I'd rather take the lead. I can't let Mr. Chrono take any more of Sariel's baths or take care of her downstairs.

"Don't make me go through too much trouble. First, eat up that unsavory soup quickly. It's my job to clean up."

Thus, I wait, silently, looking at the Seventh Apostle, who eats like a dog.

Let's just say you clean the floor with a little bit of soup scattered, lower the plate, wipe Saliel's face, put him to bed...... then work on the final finish.

"Oh, you're nervous, the first night is..."

Let's get some sleep today. That's what I think, when I get into bed... what the hell is that blinding phenomenon?

I know. All the causes of this fatigue are mental, and they are not physically depleted. Just a quick leg, over the mountains of Galahad, back to Sparda from the fortress. Quite the risk, the distance there. But with enough gear, I came from the fortress on a merry ride, so my body couldn't be tired.

Think of it, the only one so far honestly happy to reunite is Immortal Horse (Nightmare) Merry, my beloved horse. As soon as I saw what I looked like, he was a cute guy with a bluff on his face. It is very different from Saliel's Pegasus.

Speaking of which, would Saliel have slept yet? Think about it, I would have heard Fiona's confession right next to it, but I wonder what he thinks of this series of training ground stained situations. Judging by the memory of Mr. Shirazaki, do you think he's an indecisive no man about me?

Throughout her life in a pioneering village, she regains, albeit marginally, her humane emotions, nay, newly-learned? Anyway, I think we've seen that kind of change. So maybe you have that feeling about the crowd unexpectedly... no, it doesn't matter what Sariel thinks about me or anything. Totally, nasty thinking.

"- Mr. Chrono, are you still awake?

And was I thrilled to hear Fiona's voice with the sound of Knock because I felt backwards about what I had been thinking about Sariel instead of her?

"I'm still awake. What's up, Fiona?"

"May I come in, please?"

"Oh."

There's no reason to refuse.

Maybe I couldn't get Saliel to eat the soup well, maybe it's some sort of nursing care problem consultation.

If that's the case, I'll take care of it. Saliel, a Chloe priest with three months of nursing care, let's coach him with courtesy - what a ridiculous thought, blown away in an instant.

"Oh, hey... Fiona, that outfit..."

With a small indoor light lamp in her hand, her figure emerges blurry in the dark with the door open.

I soon found myself wearing a hilarious, one-piece shaped negligee. I've seen that te bedtime outfit several times, and nothing else, not surprisingly.

But this is completely different. It's the first time I've seen it, it's slightly thin - no, it's clear.

The majority of the clothes are clear. I have a solid fabric to my chest, but from there down there see-through at a level I don't know if it makes sense to cover it. The body line looks clear, rather than the complexion looks clear. If you can see the heso, it's underneath it, black... and even my brilliant bikini type of black pants are vividly reflected at night.

"Something strange, even?

How can you say with a firm face like "I normally wear pajamas"? Already, I'm too irritating for a virgin... no, I'm not a virgin anymore, but as a man who's still unfamiliar with women, I'm out of her outfit with all my might.

"No, it's nothing strange..."

"Really, you're not a good looking wacko"

"Oh, oh, it suits you, I think"

How credible the hell is my answer to talking to the wall on top of my subtly badly chopped teeth?

However, I don't lie about the feeling that it suits you,

"So, what's up, Fiona?"

"Yes, a little more, I thought I'd talk to Mr. Chrono."

"Right. Then I'd like to ask you a few more questions too - hmm!?

Fiona approached the bed, and if she thought, her steps would not stop, but closer. As a matter of course, bed-in.

The next moment, when the blanket blinked for a moment and I felt the hissing air pouring in, I conveyed the feeling of warm and soft human skin. Just the kind of outfit Fiona would hold from behind. The feeling of two hands crawling from the back side makes me zoster, like a snake.

"Hey, Fiona, wait a minute, this is-"

"Isn't that good? We're already lovers."

Don't you have to, is he the one who crawls at night?

No, really, wait a minute. I did confess, but that was just a story, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm still ready and all that.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chrono"

Somewhere sad words of apology stopped me from thinking confused like my idiot.

"Why are you apologizing?"

It was a terrible confession, wasn't it?

If you don't want this woman killed, go out with me.

Fiona's confession, in summary, is that. Speaking of terrible or not terrible, absolutely, terrible. Rather than confession, the earliest mere threat. It is a criminal act.

"No, that's not true. Even Fiona would have put up with it before, and you were desperate."

"Yes... it was more terrifying than anything for Mr. Chrono to say no"

I said such a mess. It is well conveyed that it is not a half-breed feeling. That's how blunt I am.

"So you can lie, I wanted you to accept me"

"I'm not lying. If I wanted to say no, I could have helped, but I could have turned Fiona down."

The place is a dorm lounge, close to each other. If you get into battle in that state, I have more minutes for the Mad Warrior than Fiona, the sorcerer type. Even with bare hands, it was possible to force her into restraint.

"But I didn't even think of fine dust trying to do that. They might think I'm a hell of a fool... but honestly, I was glad to be confessed. I don't know if such a cute girl would say she likes me."

"Oh, no... but I..."

"I got worried when they told me I could choose. But it would be the most luxurious choice in the world to be able to scale Lily and Fiona. I'm sure you won't regret choosing either. So I still have no regrets. I chose the best woman."

Fiona's arms around her body are tightened tighter.

How does she take my word for it? I thought you were saying something convenient, that you might be stunned, that you decided from the beginning that it was a lie and put it on, and that you might not even care from Hannah.

It is also horrible to reveal your feelings. But now, I can't stop it.

"What I've done with Sariel is not acceptable. Lily couldn't forgive me. But Fiona... only you said you'd forgive me like this"

Even if you know that's just a sweet word.

"Thank you, forgive me."

I'm sure that's what I was sincerely looking for.

False days spent in Pioneering Village with Sariel who couldn't kill him. In the end, I couldn't give the answer alone. What do we do with Sariel, what do we want to do? Above all, how the hell am I supposed to redeem myself for failing to kill Sariel?

The answer was simple everywhere.

I just wanted you to forgive me.

"I love you, Fiona"

Unexpectedly, her body leaves.

But he came right back. Just now, on my back, now, on my belly.

Fiona covered me on my back. Great momentum. The blanket is blowing halfway out of bed. A little chilly.

"Hmm."

Third kiss. No, already, I don't know how many times. As stumbles, Fiona, many times, makes it rain of kisses.

My heartbeat goes loud in an instant for a soft feeling that doesn't even say what lips gain from being pressed hard. The feeling that consciousness seems to fly as it is, rather than being dominated by human instincts alone. And I know that rule is more comfortable than anything else.

Oh, yeah. Even when I gave up everything and kissed Sariel myself, it was like this.

The lips were finally trying to embrace the null little foreign object so that they could no longer be satisfied with that much feeling.

Fiona's tongue enters through a slightly open mouth gap. Not even wide in the mouth. Immediately, the tips of each other's tongues touch.

"Mm-hmm. - Wait, Fiona."

More than that, I couldn't have let her interrupt without pushing her shoulder hard.

"How..."

I can see Fiona's face dyed thin and ju, as she floated in the heat. Even without exchanging words, her heightened emotions were felt with certainty.

"Not any more... Tonight, will you stop"

"... so unattractive to my body"

"I can't hold you until I talk to Lily"

How meaningful would it be to do that? At least, I don't think I can speak the logic of just convincing Fiona in my words.

But I feel strong beyond reason. Now, we can't just lay our bodies on top of each other while they're being flushed.

"I'm sorry, Fiona. In the end, this could just be selfish..."

"... that's fine"

After putting it away for a little while, Fiona affirmed so.

"But we can't wait very long, either."

"Oh, next time, be sure to ask me out"

Even I didn't think I could stand it that long, watching Fiona look like that. If you think such a beautiful girl wants you... now I want to praise your reason for being able to interrupt the act.

"Really? Well, I guess I'll just be a minute."

Ho, and one glossy sigh, and then Fiona retreated from above my body. I feel sorry for the lack of a comfortable weight.

Fiona furthermore got out of bed as well. Take the lamp you left on your pillow. Apparently, he's going back to his room tonight.

"Um, Mr. Chrono"

But Fiona can't take a step to get out of the room.

Naturally, I grabbed her wrist and pulled it off.

"Sorry, but I need you to sleep with me tonight."

"... it's terrible, Mr. Chrono. This must be called killing alive."

Asking for it, it embarrasses me myself.

"Please, let me sweeten you"

That's about it, all right.

"Fine. Because I..."

Because she's my girlfriend.