Kuro no Maou

Dragged by Fiona, what a brilliant corner the upper compartment beyond the second fence, among which the luxurious mansion stands alongside the slack. It is called the aristocratic city.

"It's me, Mr. Chrono."

Fiona pointed to one western pavilion, set in a less superior location at the far end of the aristocratic district.

The grounds are glued around with a black tsu like iron fence, and if it's only the size, it's not inferior to the mansion next door. The building behind the main entrance, however, was clearly smaller and also boneless in construction compared to the mansions of the nobles and the great merchants we had seen as we walked so far.

Architecture based on traditional sparda styles at first glance, but I don't see any decorations such as this, what a lack of glamour. To the thin grey stone construction, the reddish brick laid on the triangular roof was generally obsolete, giving us a glimpse that quite a few years had passed since people stopped living here.

It's a plain western hall with no features such as this, but strong enough, where the tower on your right stands out from the front? The stone tower, which is high enough to double the two-story building, is like a defensive tower that leads from the walls.

Or this western hall itself, including the tower, has cut and brought some part of the castle rather than the mansion where the aristocrats live, in an atmosphere like. If you think so, it might be similar to the old castle of Ischia.

"What do you say?

"I don't care what they say... well, isn't that okay?

I'm not a wacko wanting to live in a flashy palace to let you know my social status. It would be an old mansion that would be absolutely unforgivable from nobility, but it is an incredibly large house from me, the Japanese. I feel like a hell of a luxury when I think about living here.

"The price is 99.99 million clans."

"Wow, that's cheap, Sole. I'm anxious, on the contrary, that I'm out of 100 million clans."

I've seen the property a few times, so I know the price of a mansion in a noble neighborhood. Even the smaller ones have a minimum of about 150 million. It's residential only, and the land costs something else.

"Land included."

"Come on, are you sure you're okay, Coco?"

No matter how many corners, it's a pricing that shouldn't be an aristocratic city on boulders.

"Of course, you won't have a wax that's okay. It's called a property."

I get more and more anxious. Apparently, there's no mistake in that plain mansion about the accident property where several people are dead.

"... In the meantime, please give me a detailed explanation"

"Yes, he said this hall was a baron's mansion about forty years ago -"

1557 years of continental history. One man inherited the Baron's title. Now it is unclear how many generations he is in power, but anyway, a new one was born here.

He said he was an avid Pandora Temple follower. Every day, I don't give a prayer to the black gods, and I don't hate that my mansion is inferior, enough to donate that money to a temple or orphanage. No one made him laugh, even if his mansion was like boneless castle architecture, because the surrounding Sparda nobles knew. That mansion is proof that he is a noble believer.

But that reputation is suddenly overshadowed one day.

The pedestrian street is also one day, the moment when a carriage filled with exotic wine barrels that the baron could have bought from the main entrance of the mansion attempted to enter. Suddenly, one of the barrels began to rattle, and the bounce broke the rope and rolled down onto the street.

An expensive bottle of wine should be flashy for one barrel - it was one girl who rolled out of it.

He remained naked, tied with a rough rope with his hands and feet, and covered with black cloth blindfolds and monkeys so hard to breathe. Immediately Sparda's gendarmerie (Loguardian) moved on to that unusual appearance.

The Baron was charged with an illegal slave trade. Within that day the mansion was closed, and the next day the baron's appearance at the royal castle and the search for entry into the mansion were supposed to take place.

If only one night dawns, even soon, the baron's crimes will be revealed and he will be duly tried under Sparda's law. But there were those who did not make it good.

"Look, he's definitely gonna kill us!

"Whoa, I'm gonna cut you some slack tonight."

"I'll go all at once, before the gendarmerie interrupts me."

That night, one, two, and a young man began to gather around the mansion. They are relatives and friends of the children taken away by the Baron.

Years had passed since the mysterious disappearance that took place in Sparda was whispered. They can't identify the culprit and continue to spend their time teething. Today, however, a mastermind called the Baron was finally revealed.

They acted really fast. The information runs right through the city of Sparda, enough to reach the corner of Slam Street. Thus dozens of members assembled at night with a blade of vengeance in their hands.

The Baron is the lowest but noblest. Perhaps he could use his position and financial means to escape execution. In the worst case scenario, there is no chance of a return to acquittal.

And most importantly, even if it were the death penalty, I'd rather take revenge on the children and their companions we lost in our own hands than be clerically decapitated.

Under such strong will, they took action to inflict heavenly punishment on their own hands before the killer was taken.

"All right, let's go!

A bunch of avengers who destroy the fence on the back and plunge it into the grounds in one piece. Half through the back entrance and the rest through the main entrance.

"This outer road, ready!

Knocking down the door with the huge swing of hammer they have brought out, they step dignified from the main entrance into the building.

"Hey, guys, I've been waiting for you. At the last supper, you used to come. It's going to be a fun night, thanks"

From the middle of the entrance hall, the front staircase leads to the second floor. On the dance floor, the master of the hall stood.

A brilliantly gentlemanly standing man dressed in tailored swallow tails and wearing a silk hat on his head. He is the Baron, undoubtedly.

"Damn, I knew it was your fault you grabbed my sister!

One of the leading boys screams with passion.

"In any case, I have sacrificed one hundred and eight children to give my eternal faith to the followers of such a great goddess"

"All of you evil people!!

The face of the Avenger finally kills in the words of the Baron, who affirms his crimes with dignity, without lies or deception.

"I owe my heartfelt gratitude to the children who have sacrificed. So I remember all those kids by their names... Oh, yeah, maybe you're Mary's brother? Heh heh, my eyes are soggy."

"Hey, you!!

As his anger crossed the limit, the boy shook up his sword and rushed out abruptly.

Do you remember your arms from the beginning, or did you train them up for this day? On both his legs resides the 'Disease (Air Walker)', and it can be inferred that the sword he erected is powerful and will surely unleash martial arts if he swings it down.

Regardless, that's how he ran out toward the resentful enemy in front of him, there's a lot more of him. It was just then that a group that moved almost simultaneously stepped into the middle of the entrance.

Gashan, and a magnificent crushing sound wooden spirits into a wide hall.

It's a loud chandelier falling off, with the amount of light that illuminates the entrance hall in every corner. A chandelier with a tsu design, similar to the iron fence outside, crushed the unfortunate people directly beneath it with its pungent shape and weight of metal.

The blade of vengeance is broken, and the ambition that burns in anger disappears, by the way. Vain silence dominated the entrance.

"Huh, Kuku...... Ha-ha-ha! Come on, great black goddess of doom, see from the other side of the abyss. Please accept my last sacrifice!!

At the same time as the mad baron screams, the front door, which should have been blown away with a hammer, is closed by itself. The hard, thick, wooden, double-open doors had sealed the entrance and exit completely intact for some reason.

"Fuck, fuck... don't be frightened! Kill him!

Thus began the feast of blood, with the Mad Cult Baron and those burning in righteous vengeance.

Have you already paid for servants and such, or I don't see anyone else as an enemy besides my husband, the Baron? Foolishly, there is only one enemy.

But nobody's blade reaches the baron. I see it, a little more, one more step - where it always gets in the way. It was a bad obstruction, with a special intent.

Whoever stepped into the dining room on the first floor, the knife and fork that were arranged there flew in like arrows and fell through his whole body. And whoever could not die with it, the fragments of the broken plate had crossed his neck precisely and unbeatably, and he had been stabbed with a todome.

The light of the lamp illuminating the passage, when a person crosses it, releases the flame hidden within it, turning it into a flame radiation that burns down those there.

The antique armored helmet, decorated in the reception room, moves like an undead, pulling out the sword placed on his hips and striking him. Those who try to respond are entwined by the red carpet at their feet to obstruct their movement. There is no way to escape the blade, even with a monotonous swing down on them who have their feet taken.

"Where! Where did he run off to?

While one companion after another falls, the Avengers inspect the room of the Hall with one more and surely hunt down the Baron.

"Is this... the basement?"

"Damn, I'm sure the kids are here..."

One group arrived at a number of basements that boasted an incredible size from the exterior of the mansion.

There's a wine cellar, too.

"Shit, it's not wine, it's a sacrifice vault."

The soothing wine cellar, stacked in several barrels, is particularly spacious in the cellar.

Some people wondered if we should check the contents of the barrel here, that's when. Just like the front door, the door closes with a loud noise.

"Shit, I'm trapped!

No, this is a kill zone where the mansion itself is willing to kill. It can be called the belly of a monster. Just locking it up can't even satisfy this monster house.

From numerous wine barrels, bright red as blood, no, the fact is, it's nothing but blood. Dos, black and smudged blood began to erupt from the plugs that had been removed at some point. On the contrary, one bloody shower after another also sprays from the gaps in the blocks of stone.

As a result, the wine cellar instantly fills with blood, like the bottom of a sinking freighter. There's no escape in the basement with the doors closed.

With some living humans in it, the wine cellar sank into a crimson sea.

"Ha, ha... everyone else... damn it, they did it..."

In a basement like a collection room for torture equipment, you can hear faintly from across the basement door leaving empty the screams that caught you by those that moved out, tortured you automatically, and wanted to cover your ears.

Fortunately, he does not step into the basement, and a group aiming upstairs also collapses with one person, again, by the trap of the mansion, which is attacked with even more viciousness.

In the lady's bedroom, a companion was caught by an evil spirit arm stretched out of her big appearance and dragged across a mirror that she didn't even know where it was connected to. In the children's room, toy knight dolls flock like cannibals, piercing their whole bodies with needle-like swords and spears, and several more are sacrificed.

In a proud smelling library, heavy bookshelves collapse, aiming clear, and abruptly underneath. If you go out onto the terrace, the railings that move to wave become tentacles and tangle, and throw them down with a fence of tsu downstairs. A fence, sharply lined with spears, was waiting for its prey to fall like a beast stripping its fangs.

"I'm the only one left... but will I ever leave here?"

A man blessed with luck and strength finally reaches the Baron's private room after overcoming numerous traps. The room you haven't checked is nowhere else. My people gave me their lives, and they checked everything out.

"Wonderful, I didn't know anyone would get this far"

And there was the baron.

"Ko, this is... no way, you!

What jumped into the man's eyes was the fall on the floor where the fur carpet was laid, the corpses of many. Young brothers and sisters who held hands amicably to a lady wearing a dress with frills. An old butler, a young maid, a cook in white.

There was a whole family of barons living in this mansion and all their servants. Nobody's here, just because everyone was here. It's a dead body.

"This is my last sacrifice."

With a tranced look, the Baron tells the man.

How I loved my wife. She said she was beautiful, intelligent, and in love at first sight as a student attending the Royal Sparda Seminary.

The two children that such a loving wife gave birth to are truly the greatest treasure of my life. My brother is gentle and brave in his heart, he is only nine years old but he starts to show his swordsmanship talents better than himself, and I can't help but look forward to the future. My sister is still a young, selfish, all-you-can-do sweetheart, but that's adorable again without any help.

The old butler was the most trustworthy person he had served since his father's day. The girl, who is the granddaughter, also worked seriously well as a maid.

The cook was a friend of mine as a student, a civilian man who was sloppy and not in a mattomo position and couldn't help himself, but welcomed him as a cook for the grace that he had taken care of his wife. Not a very good arm, but I was happy to work hard for him, year after year, to improve.

Surrounded by his beloved family and trusted servants, the Baron was very, very happy.

"I loved you. I believed it. That's why, at the end of the day, you deserved the best sacrifice. Thank you, guys, thank you so much"

The man almost accidentally drops his axe in front of the baron, who even began to weep in a way he was impressed.

"You are... crazy! I can't help it. He's a lunatic! I will definitely whack you here!!

But a man connects and stops sanity with vengeance, even before the baron's madness.

"It was my son's revenge! He's not dead!

With the Battle Axe in my hand, I step in from my brain to try to make it into two - but the baron moves faster.

"But it's not enough. Not enough yet. Still not enough… So, Goddess, please, give me a little help right now -"

Rapier in the baron's hands, possibly the murder weapon that would have tragically killed his family and servant, took it backwards and pointed a sharp cut at his throat.

And not too soon in the next moment, Rapier pierces his throat.

"Gu, ah, ah... black... doom, of, bless..."

Before the man waved his axe down, the baron had fallen on his back with a satisfying look everywhere.

"Damn, damn...... damn whoa whoa whoa!!

Suicide. The blade of vengeance will never reach the Baron who escaped to the ultimate escape beyond his reach.

The night of the murder weapon dawned as the man cried.

It's a museum with the words "-."

"Isn't that a completely cursed hall!

It is the story of a punchy curse inside. If this were a weapon, it would definitely be a unique weapon beyond bearer (nameless).

"Yeah, it's a curse hall. In fact, whoever lived in this hall afterwards..."

"You knew how that happened, and some idiot lived there."

"No, it seems to have been duly misled"

It's a fraud. It's a pretty vicious kind, too.

"So, the guy who lived there... what happens?

"Day by day, they want to sacrifice to an evil goddess who can't be known to anyone."

As the Baron wished at the time of his death, he turns it into a resentment attached to the hall, making it crazy to offer sacrifices to the evil gods to those who live there, etc.?

"Fortunately, even more death seems to have been avoided, but the museum has already become a nest of evil spirits, summoned by the grievances of powerful barons"

"How could such a shitty property be left unattended until now?"

What are the Spartan army and the Pandora Temple doing? Let the holy light bathe and purify.

"It looks like the owner of this property is currently taking care of the cost of purification"

"Duh, I can't help it..."

In Sparda, where the right to private property is guaranteed, hey and how can you do a person's assets?

In other words, if the owners here insist that they cannot afford to purify it, nor will they allow it to be demolished, it goes through.

"For once, it seems that only the bonds are stretched to prevent evil spirits from going out"

A boulder, neighbor to neighbor. "Your evil spirit, isn't it a little loud?" What a complaint, I would have to deal with it as an owner. To the extent that there are no complaints, do you mean you are hitting your hand well?

"Hey Fiona...... do you really want this cursed mansion?

Actually, I guess you're mistaken about me, the man I love for anything if it's a curse. About my home on a boulder is a good place to be quiet and calm that has nothing to do with cursing.

"If it's going to be a witch's workshop, the more it's going to be, the better, and most importantly, the basement here is a great place to build a workshop."

"I see..."

Until now, the property has been hard to decide because there was nothing built that Fiona was likely to be able to do to satisfy. So far, "Good! GOOD!" I've never heard that feeling.

"But what about the curse?"

"Why don't we just decurse it now?"

"... by whom?

"Me and Mr. Chrono."

I thought maybe, but this is the pattern after all.

"I've never dealt with a curse outside of gear, and I'm not really sure,"

"It's okay. Because I know nothing about self-resentment to the extent that it drives me crazy to touch God's miracles."

I'm not sure what the reason is, but if Fiona's okay so far anyway, I guess it's okay. Besides, it's not a wack that doesn't bother me at all.

"Me, I'm hurt. And I don't have any more gear."

I've kept 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' in Stratos Blacksmith Workshop within the morning, so now I'm totally just a personal outfit. He wears a shirt on a black slack, and during the rest, a white shirt and vest that Sariel bleached for me.

It's a bit like menswear. It stands out because instead it's too casual an outfit to url the upper compartment.

Fiona, to whom I gave one day, weaves a dark blue cardigan, more like a good lady than a witch from anywhere.

For now, we are totally in private clothing for protective gear, even if it's okay because we have weapons in space magic (Dimension).

Needless to say, the loss of combat power caused by injuries to his right arm.

"It's no problem. Whatever evil spirits are, they are the remnants of thin thoughts. Just a little broil, and I'll scream and disappear."

"... ok, then let's just see, let's see"

As a result, Fiona and I entered the Hall of Curse, which turned into a nest of evil spirits.