Kuro no Maou

"Oh, this is, Mr. Chrono! More importantly, you'll be safe back."

That's what makes me look like a rare, beardless Dwarf Odysan. Mr. Leggin Stratos, the owner of my destination blacksmith workshop.

After a mock fight with Kai, I went back to the dorm for lunch once... I wasn't in the mood to buy it properly and I came to this Stratos blacksmith shop as planned. After a long time of exchanging the joy of a reunion with Mr. Leggin and his wife, I quickly get to the point.

"- We have recovered all Mr. Chrono's cursed weapons."

"Thank you, really, it helps"

It is so overwhelming that tears seem to overwhelm me. Except for my buddies, my biggest concern is a bunch of the weapons I've left behind in the Saliel war. Among other things, "Neck Break" and "Extreme Bad Food" are dishes with thoughts that you can never let go of.

"No, I'm just keeping it. Lily must be the one who picked it all up in the chaos on the battlefield."

"Yeah, right..."

Even Lily would have worn out so much then that it wasn't strange to pass out now. But you did your best to collect it for me. Right now, I can't help but be in a painful situation where I can't even thank you.

"Oh, and our weapons, The Grid and Dual Eagle."

"What, it's true!?

I thought these weapons were blown away by Saliel's "Breaking Skies (Breakthroughs)" to wooden edge dust for every shadow space (shadowgate). Curse weapons are all sturdy, so they are likely to withstand even in the midst of a big explosion, but only enough to give up on guns that are normal weapons.

"The boulder was badly damaged, so it feels almost like a complete refurbishment... yes, it's just here, so take a look"

I said, once I pulled into the back of the store, Mr. Leggin came back with a ragged push of the big trolley I had seen just before.

Above that trolley sits a goth cannon that does look familiar and emits a pitch-black glow.

"Oh, it's The Greed... isn't it almost brand new"

"The most important Slowsgill skull was intact, so we put it together fine. Because it's something I already made once. Because green metal is just fragments, you just have to melt it and re-mold it, and there's still a little bit more to it."

That's why rebuilding from Ichi would be a huge hassle.

"Now, you can make another one with Omeke."

"Same thing on the boulder...... but you want another gun"

"I've got some blueprints for you from Simon, so I'll ask for them later."

The boulder is Simon, I didn't know you had already turned your hand.

My gun is a sword-off shotgun on a gatling gun and a much biased choice. Here, I wonder if we could make some more purposeful special gear.

Fortunately, I have money now. You'll have enough money to ask Mr. Leggin.

"Now let me give you the weapon of curse. As a matter of fact, I was wondering if it was time to keep it here, so it was helpful to have you here today."

"What... so bad?

"You'll see."

Mr. Leggin says with the fond grin of someone who still doesn't seem to be a stubborn dwarf, something that incites tremendous anxiety.

Hi, my child caused me trouble and I was led to the back of the store.

Behind the small workshop is a downstairs staircase. The basement down there seemed to be the vault where my cursed weapons were kept. The door is of normal size, but its construction is made of steel. Mr. Leggin opened by keying the steel door with the noticeable, seasonal of reddish rust and making a painful noise - at that moment, signs of tremendous magic strike.

"Whoa, this is..."

My whole body grows gross. The feeling seems to be the first time I hold a curse and hear a resentment. When I had that feeling, I realized I was releasing an aura of black magic from all over my body to counter Ursula's drain abilities.

I didn't expect you to react defensively almost reflexively... it's a sign of outrageous resentment.

"The magic has gone awfully far because I've kept such a powerful curse weapon locked in one place. If you're a normal person, you can be crazy just because you think about it."

To understand that's never the wacko you're joking about, these nasty signs are more than convincing enough. When Mr. Leggin turned on the basement lights, so much so that he could see the void, which was supposed to be nothing, distorted. Right now, this indoor magic is disturbed on a rather nasty level due to resentment.

"Really, sorry for the inconvenience"

"No, because this is also my job"

And so, for the first time in a long time, I was reunited with the weapons of love and curse.

"First, 'Horned Grave' with the lightest sealing restraint"

It is placed sideways against the wall so as to exhibit the spear at the weapons store. However, this pitch-black sword had multiple black chains wrapped around it, and it was fixed so that they would bundle up and write a large batch of letters into the four corners of the wall. If you look closely, this chain is black as far as it extends from the grave, and the part that stays on the edge of the wall has a normal steel gloss.

Wow, this is for sure, the blackening erosion is going on from the part that touched the weapon.

"Go ahead, take it"

Er, and I hesitate not to think that the owner of the restraint is so creepy. It didn't bother me at all when I was using it, but when I look at it like this again, it's still disastrous.

"Keep touching it, okay?

"Yes, Mr. Chrono would be fine"

Never mind, I grab a horned grave pattern wrapped in glue with chains.

In a moment, the chains that should have become duplex and intertwined can be solved by themselves. When the metallic sound of jalajara, iron and iron crashing into each other passed, there was already a cursed sword in my hand that was freed from all commandments.

"Okay, good boy - 'Shadow Space (Shadowgate)' Liberation"

Store the Horned Grave, which has returned so lightly as to clap it out, in a shadow that is still significantly inferior to its full season capacity. Without such rebellion, the sword was delivered into the shadows.

"It's a boulder, Mr. Chrono"

"What is it?

"No, let's keep going at this rate"

Sarah, take care of things and I'll head to the next weapon of curse. That said, it's not even a big basement. Looking back, there he is.

"This is the next 'bulimic tooth sword' with a strict seal. If it's a normal weapon, it could be damaged, it's a pretty strict storage law, but please understand."

I don't disagree with that explanation. Because I already suck at seeing how bad eating is.

'Extremely Bad Food' in a suspended state with the blade pointing down is chained even more severely than Horned Graves. The full body is spreading like a scissor, dressed like chains are heavily wound on each blade broken up in two strands and their vicious jaws are forcefully open to avoid closing.

With chains wrapped around the pattern and followed by the ceiling, and chains leading from the broken blade to the floor, it is a firm commandment in the reverse Y-shape, but when this "extreme evil eating" comes, it is moving with a giddy roar. It's like eating and chopping chains now and flying around like a real hungry wolf.

"Ho, really... my one bothered me, sorry..."

"No, because it's what I like and do"

This is my second apology. I don't care how many basements, I would say no to leaving such a nasty substitute in my own house for a million clans.

"Ha... Look, get back here quick"

After a deep sigh, I grip the sword pattern. Then he roared aloud - the next moment - as' The Bad Food 'regained its power.

Baggin, and made a tall metal noise, and broke the chain of commandments.

Closing the blade of gutter and fangs, sunny and free, The Extreme Bad Food grew grown up as if satisfied already. It is a reaction like a tired, sleeping, waggy dog when it is only violent.

As such, the second collection was also completed quietly.

"Now, at the end of the day, it will be" Absolute Grievance "" Neck Break ""... this one is no longer in my hands just because of the equipment here. It's obviously more powerful to curse than it was in maintenance before. "

Is that because, although I did not kill him, I slaughtered Saliel, the apostle, and breathed blood? As a prey to empowerment, what a superb apostle.

"So, I'm sorry, but the seal on this bamboo has become quite forceful, if it's a normal weapon anymore, it's definitely broken."

"Ha, that's okay... Um, where's my violin?

There's nothing in this basement. There is no such thing as a large shelf that is shady, and it is really gallant.

"Haha, you've already noticed"

Speaking of what is left of this room, having already collected two weapons… this, a large, rectangular piece of black metal that sits somewhere in the back.

It's a beautiful rectangle with corners like a block of building blocks, and I don't see any sword-like shapes there.

"Even if it doesn't, is it in here?

"Yeah, I sank straight into molten lead"

Are you serious? Well, if it's a normal weapon, it's just completely melted and extinguished.

"Is' Neck Break 'Safe?

"You'll feel it, this tremendous sign of resentment... the body of the weapon is completely intact."

Right? From this pitch-black metal mass like "The Beginning of History (Zero Chronicle)," I feel a little nostalgic, a sign of magic.

"By the way, how do I take this out?

"This isn't as strong as it looks anymore, so if you add a little shock, crack it -"

What an explanation to block, Gotri, and the heavy noise sounded narrow indoors.

"... moved"

As tall as I am, big chunks of metal shake. Rattling, rattling, clumping. As if people are even inside.

"You shouldn't! Mr. Chrono, step back!

Mr. Leggin screams no, cracks run on the pitch-black surface. A disastrous red light leaked from behind the cracks running countless times, screaming high metal noises.

Contrary to the cautionary phrase, back off, my feet are taking a step forward so that I can be drawn to the glow of the curse.

Yeah, I think I can reach it already.

"Mr. Chrono. -"

A loud crushing sound reaches your ear at the same time that cancels the voice of caution. At the same time, there was a bright red flash in my eyes, like a glow indicating the existence of a trial.

To stop Saliel from escaping, "Absolute Grievance" and "Neck Break" burst out of the seal of lead with the same momentum as when I threw everything I could.

Against your face. If you stand as you are, draw a orbit that breaks your neck as the name suggests. It's a cursed weapon-like blow that takes the Lord's life, but I have no fear.

I know. He said he's been waiting for me to come home.

"Sorry to keep you waiting...... I'm home"

As such, "Absolute Grievance" "Neck Break" returned to my hands.

If you hold it, the great chorus of resentment about kill it, kill it, echoes in your brain, along with the perfect grip that integrates with your hand.

But in it, I did hear him.

"Nidoto... Watashi, Tevanasuna..."