Kuro no Maou

"... is there something wrong?

"No, nothing. The ritual is over."

Instead, out of sight, tell Fiona you're done. After that, the Sparda Knight, who has accompanied the Pandora Temple, returns to the Royal Castle and we have nothing more to do.

In other words, it will be dissolved here.

However, the fact that I came to the corner temple of Pandora meant that for now I decided to see Sariel, who needed defective regenerative treatment for her hands and feet. Apart from being involved in escort, the Temple of Pandora also has a role as a medical institution. I'm not a wacko with a stupid big building on Dada. By the way, there are several temple wards in Sparda's lower compartment as well, and there seems to be some kind of quarantine ward away from the outer wall.

With such a wack, I need to know how long it will take to treat Sariel, and how long it will take.

"Mr. Chrono, what do you want to do?

"For once, it looks like there's going to be a bounty in the Galahad War, and you can take care of it for the first time now"

In conclusion, Saliel's treatment lasted approximately three months and cost about Klan 50 million. Though it seems like it if you ask me about all three months, if you are spending on boulders, it is flying. It is the kind of pricing that would call in front of the station to ask for a fundraiser for the surgical expenses for Sariel, who suffers from the difficulty.

However, since the right hand and both legs, and indeed as many as three parts, can be regenerated completely back together, this can still be considered the cost of treating a breakdown. In fact, if you were a normal person, it would cost them 50 million with just one arm. In addition, its treatment period takes more than a year.

Why is Saliel's treatment so cheap and even faster? It's nothing else, it's due to this superhuman modified flesh.

Although it is the hands and feet that cannot be regenerated, the regenerative power after healing magic is not the ratio of an ordinary person. Natural resilience outweighs wild monsters, and you can treat them physically demanding. That's why I can treat regeneration at a tremendous rate compared to a regular person. It's a wack that it'll only be cheaper for less time, and less laborious to treat itself from tough flesh and resilience.

As far as I'm concerned, I see, you certainly are, but the cleric I examined was quite surprised. Well, I guess I haven't seen a modified homunculus from "The Secret of White" come to see me yet.

Anyway, cheap treatment costs and a short hospital visit, plus gold athletes, made me think I should start treatment quickly.

"Right, because I'm not going to be a wack to care for forever. If you don't get me to work as a slave soon, I'm in trouble."

As for Fiona, it's a natural saying, but is it because I'm too obsessed with Sariel?

"But I don't need care. Until you recover, you can substitute with a prosthetic arm and leg."

Sariel can handle the black magic that I hadn't knitted out yet, which is "purple electricity blackening" already. With this magic that allows you to manipulate freely, like real hands and feet, even with inappropriate caged hands and feet, there is no obstacle to living your daily life.

When I fought Gratney Octo, shortly after I woke up to shelter, I was forced off because my magic struck the bottom by beating the 'Demon Spear (Brewnak)' of my special martial arts, but there's no need to worry about that situation outside the fight. Although inferior to the Apostle of Infinite Magic on boulders, Saliel's own black magic holdings are considerably more than that.

Perhaps it is the current amount of magic that Saliel was able to hold prior to gaining protection.

"With the right size, the right stuff, that's enough"

"So let's go buy it while we're treating it"

"Then I'll have to look for new protective equipment, too."

The "Devil's Embrace (Diabolos Embrace)" has been completely destroyed in the battle against Sariel. Lily hasn't even recovered it from me until I got a rag on the boulder. Even if I picked it all up, it was an impossible tear to repair, so I just have to give up now.

I miss Osaraba for the second generation, but he defended me to the end in the toughest of battles. As with the first generation, let's praise them for their splendid scattering.

"So shall we also go to the Moldred Weapons Chamber? It's not that far from here."

Speaking of which, this is the first time I've been to the headquarters of an upper compartment. It's enough to leave the curse weapon used in the main to the Stratos Blacksmith Workshop, or a branch near the seminary if you want to buy a long sword for the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts). It's a corner, so you might want to take this opportunity to look for a new curse weapon.

"Oh, will you"

"Yes, long time no see, it's a date"

"Well..."

Fiona tells me, I finally realize. Is that why you're blunt?

"Was it when you came back from defeating Larspun?"

I wasn't aware of a date at all then... maybe Fiona liked me from then on. No, he sacrificed himself in the Raspun to slash his back and evolve into a 'neck break'. Wouldn't it be wacky to feel that pain and like it?

"I have the ring."

"Oh, I'm wearing it, 'cause I've seen it."

"I don't wear it when I go on a quest. Also, if it breaks, I'll be in trouble."

Did you care? The first one I gave him was a magic device with a guard effect (magic item). I can't believe it's going to be activated and smashed within that day.

"If you're taking care of me, I'm glad."

"Of course, it's a gift from Mr. Chrono."

When you're told in the face, you can't tell if you're serious or if you're joking. But if you mean Fiona, I'm sure you mean it. That makes me a little embarrassed.

It's sunny and we're in love, so the next time you give it away, think more and choose.

"Uh, well, let's... let's go"

And here's what I subtly said, because, what, you know, I wanted to hold hands. I don't know, it's nothing, I mean, you should. It's our first date as lovers. You should ask him out of the guy, and I want to.

Sorry, I still admired dating her by holding hands. So I just took off my left hand the gray glove of the sheep that still woke up, and I offered Fiona.

"What, um... okay"

Why, I ask there. Fiona shouldn't hold her hand right away, unnaturally out of sight.

"Fine, I mean, please"

"Oh, well, then -"

My cheeks are a little red. I can clearly see that Fiona is shy. Maybe I have a similar look.

Oh, shit. During this time, he even slept with Fiona in a naked Negrije, but why should he be so embarrassed just to hold his hand?

Softly, Fiona's white hand, faintly trembling, overlapped my left hand, as she handled even expensive broken goods.

"Okay, yes, go"

"Yes, nice to meet you, please"

I walked out of the city of Sparda, pulling her hand, even though I was suddenly giddy.

When I was finally getting used to the feel of my connected hands, I arrived at the headquarters of the Mordred Weapons Chamber. The boulder should be called the head office, which is quite a fine store compared to the branch office. It wasn't a temple-style building like a guild, but a huge, boneless stone building, even as if it were a concrete building.

However, since the front door, corner of the compartment, etc. is marked with a symbol of "Big Big Big Big Big and Moldred Weapons Chamber," I can see that whoever sees it is an arms dealer in one shot.

"Something's been busy."

"Right, it feels like we're all gathered in the front rather than having more people than usual......"

Fiona was right, currently in front of the Moldred Arms Chamber headquarters, everyone welcomed the world's biggest stars to the store, full of crowds and atmospheres like

"I thought you were at some kind of event."

It attracts a lot of interest. Wild horses, guts or not, I have to get in from the front more than I can do for the store either way. Now that I had no reason to hesitate, I drew Fiona's hand and approached her.

"Excuse me, is there something going on?

Just in time, there was an employee wearing an apron with a mark on it, so I spoke up.

"Well, isn't this Master Chrono, the hero of the Galahad War?"

It wasn't the young man's employees who answered my call, but even more behind it. It was from a large black shadow that appeared softly.

"Chairman Mordred, you've arrived immediately."

"Since I've seen you at the branch every once in a while, Master Chrono. Remember my face. It's an honor."

There's no difference in face because all skeletons are stubborn. Though I think I do remember a hard-earned skeleton like Rich who followed his employees in front of me.

I will not forget that when I first visited Sparda's weapons store, I was about to be grabbed by Patimon's misrill sword at risk, and that I was presented with a random intrusion event at the Curse Gladiator Games (Cars Carnival).

"You have a different attitude than before."

"Let's take that for granted already. Now you have no strangers in Sparda."

"No, don't take extra notice. It's disgusting the other way when you snap at me."

It's an unlikely tame mouth to make a big opponent of Sparda's leading big arms dealer, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't remember forgiving his heart. Although it is good because there is no real harm so far.

"Ha ha, then can I let you do that sweetly to your words? Nobu has always been a bad admirer of friendly customer service."

"What's friendly, frigid"

Keep a face that seems to prune a person's soul. But, well, can't I tell you about my face anyway?

"Well, let's be vigilant. Did the Lord, the curse weapons collector, come to see you too? Haha, look at one of the finest dishes to be added to my pearl collection!

Bad for Mordred, who is slightly in a good mood and giggles like Will, but honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about.

"No, I just normally came to see the store today... well no, you got something? Or that you even bought a weapon of awesome curse?

"Hmm, good guess for an unfamiliar split. Anyway, Noona and the others are waiting here. However, it is not a weapon of curse"

"No?

"Um, cursed armor."

The, the cursed armor! I see, is that an ant too... but is that also true? It's not strange to have armor because the curse is possessed by equipment like sheep. Instead, a curse would be as easy to possess as a weapon because it is definitely a combat protective gear first.

"That's not the same armor there. Everything is first-class, both in its construction and in the history traced by armor. If you don't even possess the curse, it's not a strange substitute for being designated a national treasure."

"Oh, that sounds... something awesome"

I accidentally eat Mordred's hot description.

"The name is' Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian) '. The history of the curse is also amazing, when the ancient tyrant actually wears it and tells us that numerous enemy soldiers, and knights of his own country, even the people, built a mountain of corpses in their hands, and eventually destroyed their own country"

"Seriously..."

"It's not just an antique (antique), so we can't appraise it in a legitimate way, so we're not sure if that legend is true. But if you feel the signs of an awesome curse that I emit... Hmm, you know what I mean?

I know, I know, I know. Shit, I'm getting a little excited about something.

"Shikashi, this' Tyrant Armor (Maximilian) 'is the stuff of Non! I stuck around 300 million in the auction, but it's not about the gold. Being listed is a miracle in itself! No matter how many piles of gold he may be piled up with, he will not let go of this... Krono, the Lord does not just look, he sees. Let me show you that awesome armor, only now, specially for free, hahahaha!!

I don't care about the way you say it anywhere, but I don't have the brisk idea of taking it away from the owner who bought it officially, even on a boulder. For your information, let's admire the tremendous curse and rumor of "Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)".

"So, when's that armor coming?

"Hmm, it's time to get there."

And, Moldred took the golden pocket watch out of his pocket, that's when.

"-!?

Chills running through your spine. Reflectively, rather than, I saw the direction I felt the sign so that I could already be grabbed in the face and made look forceful.

"... Mr. Krono, this is quite enough."

"Oh, he's a really nasty substitute."

Me and Fiona, we both set our sights on each other, and there's nothing to do beyond that. Just as usual, the everyday scenery of Sparda is overflowing with the appearance of the people who busily cross the boulevard.

That seemed distorted for a moment - no, an illusion of the eye. But the more it looked like that, the more intensely cursed magic drifted there.

"Ooh, ooh... finally, I want to come!

Turning the corner and showing up on the boulevard first was a freight dragon car pulling in two even bigger bodies, even among the big land dragons. The cargo of two herbivorous dragons pulling up a heavy bass roar with a giddy and painful twinkle is a huge steel box.

The size is a cube of three metres square. It's a strange shade, mixed with the pitch-black metallic glow I saw the other day and the blurry white glow.

"Blackened... it's eroded by the magic of the curse. But is it possible that that box is not originally Holy Silver (Mithril)?

"I don't know. It's a holy box that could hurt if it's a curse in line...... but as you can see, transporting 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' is very dampening, if not that much. But I've changed the box three times on the road."

It's a hell of a substitute. 'Cause even' Neck Break 'sank me in lead and you waited for me, at least until I got back.

"Is it a cleric around? It's a tough thing to do."

The freight cars, which walk slowly, each have a cleric in white coat on a horse cementing the front, rear, left, and right. It had raised a simple wooden scepter (wand) in its hand, emitting a blurry, white light and forming a radiant membrane covering the container.

In a container made of Mithril, the junction of light attributes for four people. Even with all this, I haven't completely suppressed the signs of the curse, so, after all, there may be more grievances in character than the curse weapon I've ever had.

"How many times do you have to carry them?"

"Hey, that thing, it's just a small fee."

When it comes to hobbies, people feel paralyzed financially. Well, Moldred is so-called big rich, so should he use a jab jab?

With that in mind, I look at the freight car approaching me with signs of resentment reinforced every time I go a meter. Neither the employees of the arms chambers gathered around them know what rumors they have heard, but a good number of audiences are obsessed with signs of a curse that drifts all together.

But even if you're looking here, the key contents won't be opening your books. Perhaps there is a place in the store that is reserved for storage. We are not going to be waxed to release such an outrageous cursed armor unless it is on the spot where there is a rather strict sealing measure in place.

If 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' were ever to be unleashed in some accident here - was it bad that I had such a noisy imagination?

"Woah!!

Someone's screaming like crazy echoed on a clear sky boulevard. No way, I thought you freaked out just with these faint signs of curse, but apparently not.

"Huh, why don't you! Whoever you are, stop that undelivered! One finger on Non's armor, don't let him touch you!!

Moldred's sharp instructions fly.

At the end of his gaze is the figure of a freight car that has already advanced to the end of the store, eyes and nose, and of a man putting together a single white robe running towards it.

There are four hired clerics around the van to curb the curse. But they concentrate on the exercise of the junction, so they can't move. So it is the adventurers who intercept instead, arranged around the cargo truck separately from the clergy.

One of the escort's adventurers pulled his sword out of his waist as he called for words of restraint. Tensions are heightened in Russia by signs of hostility emitted by humans living in reality, not by curses.

"Hey, you're telling me to stop! If you get any closer, I'll kill you!

"Bad beings! Disappear from the world!

Shit, an escort swordsman with one tongue struck him with an unforgiving flash of compassion for the White Robe man as he was. The man shows no resistant reaction whatsoever, and is slashed off from his shoulder deep as it is.

The body of a man rolls all the way down the street, sprinkling blood splashes flashly. At the same time, a bottle that the man seemed to have in his hand was thrown out, making a shitty noise on the ground and cracking.

What are you talking about, water?

"Hmm, silly...... could have purified the 'Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)' like Holy Water"

"No, not yet."

Mixed with signs of a curse drifting around, I feel multiple hostilities. They're not all directed at me, so it's just a little hard to notice.

Sole and I found out. At that time, the lurkers popped up in unison.

"Destroy the evil curse!

"Give the world the right light!

"Holy brilliant guide to us. Oh!!

Screaming such a wacky indistinct complaint, several humans dance from the shadows of the building, across the street, inside, even out of this crowd, toward the freight car.

"Fuck, what the fuck, you guys!

"No, he's insane, he's going to kill them all!

Each of the escort's adventurers holds a weapon and intercepts raiders such as ordinary citizens who only look like them.

The crowd screams and starts to escape to scatter as they suddenly start to stand around. It's a place to start making noise about Russia, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't remember the crisis enough to think I'd run away with this.

The Raiders seem to be amateurs with no combat experience, and the hands of the adventurers help them one after another. They are not even armed in the first place and all they have is holy water for purification. If this were the case, this suicide bomber-stained raid would be able to be suppressed without any further difficulty.

"... Mr. Chrono, up"

Fiona accidentally pulls my sleeve and draws attention. Turning his gaze as he was told, there was a shadow of a single man on a four-story rooftop standing next to the Mordred Weapons Chamber. It's like I'm going to throw myself to death, and I'm putting my foot on the edge of the roof.

"Seriously, I really jumped!?

Oh, not so long ago. The man is naturally imprisoned by gravity and naturally falls. On the cobblestone pavement a few dozen meters down, no, no. At the end of the man's fall was a freight car that was just stopping on its feet by fighting the raiders.

The guy was after the cargo from the beginning. I don't know why we could have chosen such reckless means without saving ourselves, or why we had the stoppage to do it in the first place, and I don't know what that feels like, and I don't want to know.

But at least it succeeded in reaching the Mithril Container, where the target, the armor of the curse, was sealed, following the gap of the handcrafted escort adventurer.

Along with the dull sound of striking your body hard, the sound of the glass splashing in abundance. No doubt it broke, it would be a bottle with holy water. Besides, unlike the first guy, he seemed to hold a ton.

"Yes, please! If you punch that amount of holy water, the container..."

It reminds me of the Acid Brace of Joo-joo and Gratney Octo, I heard a creepy sound that melted metal, the next moment. A loud, steely scream.

Cracked. I see a big crack in the ceiling part of the misrill container that should be sturdy.

A considerable amount of holy water was applied to the part blackened by the magic of the curse, which probably caused some sudden reaction. It felt like even liquid nitrogen was smashed into the steel plate, which was heated to the point of melting.

"No, I can't keep this down anymore!

"Evacuate! Evacuate!

So cried the riding clerics who had developed a curse-suppressing junction.

For one piece of armor without wearers, why should you be so afraid? Unconsciously, for a moment, I thought so.

Sure, an intense curse is enough to freak people out just for that sign, but if we keep putting that junction in place with only four of us, we should be able to contain that much power.

But the clerics, as well as the escort adventurers, are just as desperate to get away from the freighter as the screaming and fleeing crowd. That's the only way to throw away even the safely captured raiders.

Their movements are momentum as if they assume that the armor of the curse will move and still strike.

"... what the hell, alle"

For a moment, near the ceiling crack of the container, the black thing appeared chilli. If you're a normal person, you might have finished with it, but my kinetic vision did capture what Sole was.

It's a chain. It was a black chain. Yes, it's a chain knitted with black magic, much the same look I use as a demon hand.

When I come to that point, I jump out of the crack like a black chain overflowing just because I have no reason to hide myself anymore. Thicker chains one or two times than the demons I usually deal with (bind arts) aim for prey while creeping like Hydra.

Yes, this chain was definitely aimed at. Chains that run through the universe making light wind incisions with Hyun-hyun tangle and capture the body of a young man, one of the captured raiders rolling nearby.

"Wow! Coverage of clean light! Protect yourself!!

For once, are you asking for help? The man has made a verbal scream of prayer somewhere resembling that of a cross.

"Oh, light!

Leaving the cries of the disconnected demon, the man was dragged into the container by chains.

I don't even have to think about what the hell happened to him.

"Oh, what do you mean... 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' got the wearer..."

Bikili, and cracks running to the ceiling of the container, expand into Russia. In an instant, he ran through the wall as if he had torn it from the inside by force. The entrance was opened in a container that was supposed to be completely sealed, whilst the gigigi, and the deaf, tall metal noise.

So the ancient tyrant returns to this world.

"Wow, that's it."

Slowly, it gently moves out of the container, even as it is truly the king's walk. Under the blue skies that fall out, but only there where he stands, I feel the illusion of being colored by the darkness like the night of the crescent moon. Because it's so overwhelming, and dense black magic is swirling there.

But my eyes, above all, clearly capture the appearance of the armor there.

In a nutshell, pitch black full body armor (full plate mail). However, everything draws a line from the things I used in my battle with Gratney Octo that blackened the armor of the Crusader Heavy Knight. At least, the idea of design is fundamentally different from that of a heavy knight made consciously of me (Simobe), the white God.

It's just not the luxury or majesty the king deserves. Perhaps what was sought was pure fear, beyond even fear. This pitch-black armor boasted not so much the king's armor as the devil's king's armor, a terrible moulding to be called.

Growing from the helmet are two big horns like the devil (Bafomet). But the face guard that completely covers the face does not mimic the goat, but is shaped in such a way as to distort the fury into a phase of anger.

The chest with the thickest armor was somewhere reminiscent of the Avara bone, and overall, the human skeletal design was seen everywhere, but the tip of the hands and feet was also like a dragon. All five fingertips are sharp nails, but not too long and too big to hold a weapon. Now, if you let go of your hand with a hand fist, you will also have the sharpness to choose the human body without difficulty.

The more detail you look at, the more aggressive and frenetic intentions you can read hidden there.

But for me today, it was simpler, dominated by a great deal of emotion than watching it in detail like a critic.

Yes, I saw this armor at first glance and thought:

"- That's so cool! I want it!!"