Kuro no Maou

"Welcome back, Master, Dear Fiona"

For some reason, "The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)" is this if you leave it on, finish your shopping date with Fiona unconnected, and return to the temple to pick up Saliel, who would have finished today's treatment in a good time.

Sariel sat alone in an idle waiting room chair waiting, and my first voice when Fiona and I got back was so full of poking around.

"Uh, uh, what's that master? About me?

"Yes."

Sariel-like, emotionless and carefree crimson gaze pierces straight. Is it because you feel a strong will there, no hesitation or regret?

"No, I don't think I have to go in."

"I am entrusted to do so,"

What are you talking about, Freesia's wisdom? But speaking of which, she's also talking about Mia, "Master! You were screaming." As a knight of the Ellord Empire, is that what you call your righteous master?

"Besides, it is remembered that it is also the preference of Mahogany Kurono to call him Master"

"Huh?"

What is it, Sole? Where is it? Where's the information, Sole? There's no way I've ever been exposed to such embarrassing preferences.

"The work published in the Ministry of Literature and the Arts magazine features a submissive maid girl who frequently calls the protagonist" master ""

"Stop, whoa, whoa!

Full Magic. Let the dark matter (dark matter) armor float with a crimson line, and I grab Saliel's body up and face it with a head-pushing momentum.

"Please, seriously, please, don't talk like that"

"... I'm sorry. I didn't recognize it as confidential."

"Oh, yeah, this is top secret information. Never, never tell anyone."

"Yes, Master"

Combat over. 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' standby mode. Sariel also takes him down to the chair again, out of a hug. Softly, gently, as if nothing had happened.

"What's that, Mr. Chrono?

"What?

"The protagonist of the Literature and Arts Department was a maid and said," What did the master say? "

"Oh, never mind, it's an old story"

You're right, it was a long time ago. In high school, when I was mass-producing my painful light novel day and night. It was only about a year ago.

so-called black history, I don't think it is. I thought my work was all thoughtful and sincerely interesting. So I have no regrets. Lanobe writing is all about my youth.

But that's why it's embarrassing to be exposed in public. Well, they are different worlds, not just ordinary people. Fiona thought I was a weird hobby, and she said, "Mr. Chrono, that's what you were like. Me, I'm shocked," if they say goodbye to me, I might be pulled into the 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' just like Miriam in so much despair.

"Ha, really...... so, okay?

"Um, well, if God told you to call it that, you'd better"

"Okay. Allow me to call Mr. Chrono the master, Sariel."

"Thank you, Master Fiona"

Why don't you stick it in there, in terms of why it's Fiona, not him, who gives you permission?

"You can call me your wife."

Ugh, I thought maybe... Fiona means that we are going out with you on the assumption of marriage, after all? I have no particular objection to that, but what, you know, suddenly I get nervous when I'm conscious?

"Yes, ma'am"

"Oh, I knew it was good. Because I still want to feel like a lover."

Fiona wraps her arms around a solo solo and my stubborn gauntlet, and she leans over. Hey, be careful, Fiona. This gauntlet has thorns and stuff on it.

"In the meantime, I've bought Sariel some armor to replace his prosthetics and prosthetics so he can move himself, so use it"

"Thank you, Master"

"Walk on your own feet on your way home. Never let Mr. Chrono carry you again."

"Yes, Master Fiona"

Fiona's nails are harsh. But are you still kind to slaves? I don't know what line she's on to forgive Sariel or not. The casual thing makes me nervous when I watch the two of them interact with each other, suddenly even furious.

I think I'm more freaked out about Fiona's every word, every move, than Sariel.

Disguised as if I didn't feel uneasy about her or anything, I took the armor for Saliel out of the shadows for now.

The caged hands and feet sized for women look considerably thinner than the heavy knight stuff I've worn for a while in the Gratney Octo battle, but there won't be any particular problem because I'm not wacky trying to fight with this. In fact, I've bought him cheaper, so I'm pretty sure he's not a big deal qualitatively.

"- Purple electronics blackening"

Like me, Sariel had already blackened it and used it, turning just metal parts into his own hands and feet.

"What do you say?

"Yes, there is no problem with mobility"

Stand up with a steel prosthetic leg and hold or open your palm with your right hand up to see how you are, Sariel. The movement is as smooth as if the real hands and feet were inside.

If my hands and feet were missing, would I be able to move them with blackening just like he did? I haven't tried whether I can imitate "violet blackening" using pseudo-lightning attributes in the first place. Let's not let the time come to teach Sariel black magic.

"After this, what do you plan to do?

"Um, until sundown, we still have a little time..."

Honestly, I'm not in the mood to walk out much anymore today. If you head out to the royal castle in the morning to negotiate the war merit of tension, it is a ritual at the temple of Pandora at noon and then a cursed armor and a gazinco battle. Physically, I'm still fine, but mentally.

"So let's just sign up for Saliel's Adventurer and go home"

"Oh, well, Sariel, you should keep it, too."

King Leonhardt has been commanded to fight Saliel in the next battle. You should keep him as an adventurer as soon as possible.

"I didn't expect you to be the fourth member of the Element Master."

With that in mind, there is something somewhat emotional.

"It's not until you get Sariel's rank up that you let him officially be a member. Until then, we'll have you working solo."

"A solo, that's... okay?

It means two or more things. How much of Sariel's identity has been officially acknowledged, but how about suddenly throwing him outside alone?

"Neither I nor Mr. Chrono are free enough to be in the care of one of her. You'll have to be prepared for the next battle, too. Maybe we can't use Lily's help anymore this time."

Sure, not if you're floating around getting 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)'.

Though Sariel is such an impeccable talent that he has no more in combat, his level of trust would be comparable to Lily's.

"Besides, I need you to earn your share. Slaves or knights, Mr. Krono has no obligation to feed Sariel."

"Sure, I've never been over it to be able to make my own money..."

Fiona's words are quite muscular. But I also feel quite anxious about the words that push Saliel away even more.

"You don't have to worry about it. Even if we don't, Sariel will have surveillance."

Sparda's assassin unit or something, out of sight, sneaking around. Well, that'll happen for a while.

It has surveillance, I don't feel very good about it, but if the circumstances are just the case, I can't help but give it up. Plus, he's a pro over there. If we don't dare to look this way, we won't be able to grasp one of the signs.

"In the meantime, let's check with the guild and have Saliel do it solo when we get permission. Is that all right?

"Yes, master. I have an overview of the adventurer's activities. I have no problem fulfilling my mission."

But in the near future, I'd like to work with Saliel on a proper crusade quest. I want to fight shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to see how satisfied he is with the five bodies.

Fiona doesn't look very good, but she won't even disagree. You won't allow the situation for me and Saliel to go on a quest alone, and I don't have the courage to do that either.

"Well, let's go."

"Oh, speaking of which, Mr. Chrono, I, when this bounty comes out, I have something I want"

"It's unusual that Fiona wants something. What?"

"Yes, I want a home"

That's not a light consultation, is it, Fiona? They cut me out of talking about bigger shopping than I thought, and I was going to haunt my head until I fell asleep this day.

I wonder why. When I get back to Sparda, it's like I can't rest my heart...

The next day. The seventh day of the month of fresh water. Again this morning, Lily hasn't come home.

But for now, Sariel's identity was guaranteed by the Spartan government, which resolved his immediate worries. Today's wake was just a little more refreshing than yesterday's.

"Good morning, Master"

When I leave for the lounge with my morning support, Sariel in an apron greets me in her monastic clothes. He had a large round basin in his hand, on which hot soup and toast raised the hot air.

"Good morning, Mr. Chrono"

"Morning, Fiona, Saliel. Were you awake already?"

"Yeah, I was going out."

That's how elegant it is to say you're a deep-window lady to drink tea while you answer. It's amazing how many large bowls of soup like Dombri's and how many plates of toast they have on top of each other make Saliel bring them, because that's how it's done.

Without a word of "thank you" for your service, Fiona, who says "well," or something like that, and Sariel, who bows down respectfully and goes back to the kitchen, make you feel natural as if you've done that for years now. I'm just the only one who's even uncomfortable with this new morning's routine.

"I wonder if you'll get used to it..."

Because Saliel is in a position of slavery, the treatment was arranged yesterday with Fiona when she returned to the dorm to be like a maid entrusted with household chores in general in everyday life.

From me, who has normally lived a life with Sariel for about three months now, treating me like a maid is a terribly confusing thing... but given my position and circumstances, I also wonder if this is the best. In the meantime, it won't be too shabby for Sariel to have a daily job called chores.

"Master, breakfast is served"

"Oh, I... just the soup"

Speaking of which, this is the first time you've had Sariel's hand cooking. It makes me a little nervous about the taste, but I guess it's not quite tasty when I look at Fiona eating quietly, especially without putting on a kettle.

"What's Fiona gonna do today?

"There are still a lot of things to buy, so go shopping. And we have to find a good place to stay."

Is that an assumption or am I planning to go with you?

"I thought I'd show my face in class for just a little while."

"Wouldn't it be a good time to graduate here already?"

I miss you, but it makes sense. I went to class there because of something too, and I was going to learn about modern magic (models) and famous genre martial arts, about that irony. Of course, they are only about knowledge, not that I can actually use them.

"Maybe so."

"Yeah, I think we need another action than before to prepare for the next fight. Mr. Krono's protection and two more things to do… it will be more important than ever to look for monsters of the trials."

You can leave Sparda straight away and look in other countries as well.

For one thing, we defeated the Crusaders, so it's not even an oppressive situation as it was before that they'll attack us right in the day after tomorrow. Looking at the respite to some extent, a more time-consuming preparation plan that could not have been done before is also viable.

"Do you want a home because you have a more solid base"

"Yeah, 'cause I think I'll get some clustered time. I want to do some magic research slowly, like a witch, even in one of the workshops."

I see, the boulder is Fiona. You didn't just mention it for some floating reason because you just want two nests of love.

"Then let's just say I'm in the mood to look - hey, thanks Sariel. I'll have it."

So, the soup is served quietly. Looks like bacon and leafy vegetable soup I made the day I got back to Sparda. The ingredients and seasonings felt easy using what was in the kitchen, etc.

"Yeah, usually delicious"

"It seems to have been in your mouth, above all"

Now Saliel gives me a definite reply so I'm not even happy. If it tastes better, at least it feels better than I make it, so for one thing, it seems safe to leave the food to you.

"I'm glad you saved me the trouble of teaching cooking from Ichi."

Fiona is still cold with Sariel today. Hopefully, she will be softer than I get used to the thorny way of saying it.

"Starting today, Sariel is going to walk the city alone."

"What, you're not taking me with you?

"It's a good place to bring a maid on a date with a lover."

Oh, I'm a little upset right now.

"That's not the problem. Yesterday today, how about suddenly allowing you to go out?

"You've already registered as an adventurer, so you can go to the dungeons as opposed to the whole city."

Indeed, yesterday, Saliel has successfully completed his adventurer registration. I have permission from the Alliance to contact the Spartan army. So there's a proper iron plate guild card hanging beneath Saliel's monastic clothes.

"I'll give you 300,000 clans, so I'll have you equipped with what you need. And the ingredients for dinner."

Having adventurers gear and dinner buyouts done in parallel is a medium difficulty. Tough, still Fiona, tough.

"... well, that's okay too. I don't want to overprotect Sariel, either."

"It's a decision. Let's get you a cup of tea."

"Yes, Master Fiona"

Even though he is a steel foot, Sariel pulls back into the kitchen without making any footsteps at all. You've been listening to us, so I guess you won't be complaining about your current decision for now. No, in Sariel's position, I can't possibly put an ass on any opinion.

"By the way, Mr. Chrono, there's one more thing today, and I was hoping to do some research."

It's unusual for Fiona to look into it. When asked about something, she took a book out of her nostalgia.

It's smaller in size, but it's thick there. Sounds like my first dictionary. The fitting seems to be everywhere, it is made of brown leather and has no particular prominence.

"Is that some kind of magic book?

It's the Bible.

For a moment in that answer, my thoughts freeze.

But on the page where Fiona turned and showed Harari the book she called the Bible, through her eyes every day until a while ago, I found a line of letters that I had become accustomed to seeing.

"Genesis, Chapter One, The Creation of Heaven and Earth of Light..."

Then, a bunch of big titles lined up in the table of contents with the discrepancies. All of them were familiar to me.

And the Bible, an artifact of the Nicolai Priest in my own possession, remains thrown inside The Shadow Space (Shadowgate). This means that the Crucifix Bible in this country called Sparda is for that one book only.

But there was a Bible here that wasn't supposed to exist.

"This Bible was in the possession of the man who raided the armor yesterday"

Anyway, I looked up the body that was nearby and found it, and... I care about Fiona's bandit skills, which are subtly corpse-fishing, but I don't care now.

"Are they crusader spies?

"No, you wouldn't act so senseless and conspicuous if you were in the hands of the Crusaders"

Having the Bible = Crucifix, it's no exaggeration, but certainly, if you're a spy, you can't find any meaning in this when it comes to that raid. The raids at that time seemed like extremist terrorism that, to observe from what they said, we should eliminate without question because the existence of a 'curse' is evil against our doctrine.

Even the Crusaders would try to destroy and purify things in the same way if they saw things cursed, but not as much as they would do without thinking so much later.

"So... you're saying that the Bible itself is out in Sparda"

"Yes, that's what we're looking at today."

Unexpectedly, in the presence of a white shadow that was sneaking up on Sparda, all I could remember was a chill sensation from drinking warm soup.