Kuro no Maou

"Ahhh......"

One thin tree door over there, the beast groans.

No, it's one man's, sad cry. It was bitter, repentant, and vain, crying.

"Chrono-kun... sorry, sorry..."

What leads to the door is a deceased in white clothes.

No, this is one woman. Poor woman who lost her sanity to the phase transition of hope and despair. Nor do we know the difference between love and lust, it is the end of the fool's path.

"I'm sorry... Chrono-kun..."

"Excuse me, Princess Nell."

Sticking unnecessarily to the door, Saliel spoke with no hesitation whatsoever to the name of his beloved man and to Nell, who continued to vomit only pointless words of apology.

"Master Fiona is here for you. Can you come to the lounge?"

"Sorry, dude..."

It doesn't get into Nell's ear. You can't even go in there. Right now, she's in the middle of the deepest despair in the world she can think of. A call for made-to-measure flair, it can't even be held to your ears.

"Princess Nell -"

Sariel repeats the same dialogue three times, like a badly done golem.

Keep apologizing, Nell. Keep calling, Sariel.

But how about a doll, and if you repeat it to the boulder three times, you realize it's useless?

"Excuse me, Princess Nell."

Exercise of Strength. Saliel is only a venerable word on the surface, but there is no respect or fear whatsoever, grabbing the collar of a princess of a nation and dragging the corridor forcefully.

"Ahhh! Let go, Chrono-kun!

"The Master wants to eliminate you. I won't let you near me again."

Masters of old-fashioned spells can only move in such a way that children waste their lives if they lose their sanity. Grabbed at the collar neck, restrained to that extent, Nell has the skill to pull back in an instant and shoot as many painful counters as he likes across patterns that can render the opponent irreversible. But Nell just unnecessarily bumps his hands and feet. I just cried helplessly at the distance from Chrono that kept me away.

"- Shah!?

As such, Nell, who was dragged extensively down the hallway, was unraveled and rolled to the center as Sariel entered the lounge and threw even a bag of garbage.

Leaking a small, powerless girly scream, Nell noticed there was one woman standing in front of him.

"Dear Princess Nell, I am disappointed in you"

"Fiona Soleil......"

A witch in black stood there, as intimidated as a fortress in difficulty.

"Apparently, you've pissed off Mr. Chrono"

"Chi, no... I..."

"No, if you just pissed me off, it was still good. You hurt Mr. Chrono. In the worst possible way, like deciding what trauma he has."

The glowing golden eyes emit a chilled aura as if it were still freezing. The witch looked down on the princess who crawled to the floor like this.

"You are the worst woman. Mr. Krono was forgiving his mind so much, or so I thought... it was a misprospect."

"No, I, I'm not... because I thought of Chrono-kun..."

"How dare you talk like that? You just want to have sex with Mr. Chrono."

Fiona's words pierce Nell's chest deeply. It breaks a heart full of vanity, which Nell concealed with a sober veil named 'Love' and had the illusion that even he felt pure.

Be aware. Be exposed. A desire in the name of love, held by Nell in the depths of his heart.

"Hey, why... why... why... listen, were you there"

"This dorm door, it's thin, isn't it?"

Even if you don't feel like it, you can hear the talk.

But that can't be a good reason.

"eavesdropping... were you..."

"You're out of your mind, it just so happens, I hear you"

"You framed me."

There is a flame of dark resentment in Nell's eyes, which brings tears to naught. A gaze of horrible resentment, like the mighty undead that resurrected in the deepest part of the crypt, looked up at Fiona from the bottom.

"Ha... you really are such a foolish woman"

But Fiona's golden eyes, purifying any evil spirit with just one glance, are filled with a powerful glow. Or maybe that's more intense, impure than even resentment.

"Don't you see that your petty desire hurt Mr. Chrono?"

"No, no! I love you, Chrono-kun!

"Then why did Mr. Chrono reject you?

Resuscitation in the back of the brain. Just now, it just happened, the sight of a nightmare.

"Oh, that's..."

"I can't believe I love you so much but you reject me. That means, fray -"

"No! No, no... Krono-kun thinks of me..."

Distorted. Thoughts distorted. I can't get my head around Matomo.

Go home, go home, go home. Nell's ability to think stops when all the sad looks of Krono, who refuses to do so hard, fill his head.

"How does Mr. Chrono feel, you really, you know?

"Wow, I know, I know... I know... because I love you so much... Krono-kun's, feelings..."

With such a head, there was no way I could tell.

"Don't you see? I even have telepathic skills."

You can't possibly tell.

Until he was kicked out of the room, Chrono held Nell's wrist tight. Even in that state, the power must have been well controlled. Even Chrono, with his superhuman grip, didn't leave a single mark on his right wrist that grabbed Nell.

But now Nell can't even notice the proof of his kindness that remains so critical.

Because Nell was reading only the strongest emotions he had at that moment from where Chrono touched him.

"I don't want to see Nell anymore"

It was, hopelessly, a willingness to reject.

"You don't get it. 'Cause you heard me... envy me, didn't you?

"... eh"

Bikun, and my body bounces small. As if, a child found a prank, naive, shallow reaction.

"Mr. Krono held me, me and Sariel"

No, it's not.

The only word of denial, I should have said it, is that it actually leaks haha and rough breath.

"You clouded your eyes with slutty desires and didn't even think about Mr. Chrono's feelings. How the hell do you think he felt holding Saliel?

"Ah... ah..."

Possible, it can't be. How it feels when a man you love holds another woman, etc.

That's too cruel for pure Nell.

It's too difficult for her to admire the act of love.

"Mr. Krono made such a distressing quote that he seemed insane, really, he made a bitter decision and held Saliel. It was an act that I needed to survive and also to keep Saliel alive. So while Mr. Chrono was frustrated by his guilt consciousness, he held her - just one mistake."

"What, uh... once, just..."

Different story.

It creates further confusion, even with the head that should have been blackened by Nell's despair. I don't know the wax anymore.

"Maybe I can't believe Mr. Chrono got laid, and then he offended Saliel again and again, and then he got his hands on me when he got back to Sparda... that's too rude an imagination about him, isn't it?

Shh. It was a lie. All, shh.

Chrono was not crazy or anything. I was so hurt, I couldn't help but ask for a woman's body, I wasn't weak, etc.

How could I not have noticed? Yes, Nell thinks even more now.

Chrono's face, who hasn't seen me in a long time and laughed happily from the bottom of his heart. In the room, the look on his face when we forgot the time to talk to each other seemed really, fun...... it was obvious when we saw that there was not a single thing there, such as the color of dark passion. Nell, right in front of me, staring at him alone, should have noticed, should have.

"Oh, oh, ugh..."

Nell believed and did not suspect that Chrono would also attack about himself. I couldn't help but confuse a slutty sweet delusion with a painfully tender reality.

Nothing else. Because I was put in this witch's mouth truck.

"Ugh, uhh, uhh! How dare you deceive me! Fiona ahhhhhhhhh!!

Handsomer than a cat, Nell quickly turned himself over and rose above the floor. The figure is exactly one beast. It is also a fierce warcraft, equipped with fearsome ancient jujitsu moves.

"Sariel."

- Yes, Master Fiona.

But even in front of Nell, who scatters awesome signs and intentions to kill comparable to the Rank 5 monster, Fiona and Saliel, called and standing forward, both equally dolled and faceless, as if they had forgotten about feelings of fear and other things.

Nell was attacked, burning the wrath coming from the sentiments of a woman, looking like a human being everywhere, against a wizard and a doll like no other.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Unleashing is the old-fashioned jujitsu's number one offensive move. "Set and thorough".

A merciless blow of defensive ignorance, where the magical turbulence that dwells on Nell's palm bottom penetrates deeply from the tip of the tap to the opponent's body, and bursts from the inside.

The first thing to destroy, albeit only once, is a white doll daughter, who interacted with Chrono. Nell hallucinated as that adorable, faceless expression exploded into wood-tipped dust and scattered his brains.

"Phew."

What reached my ear was a short breath of practice. But with that small, faint breath alone, Nell's sharp inquiry detects how much magic has been worked out in his body.

But enough anger to dye his vision bright red clouded his sense of crisis.

"- Ah!

If you notice, the rolled out right arm was tangled up and your back was hitting the floor hard. Fast enough to not even have time to take a passive, and then an intense counter.

"Damn, ah..."

In an attempt to unleash a return move, Sariel's arm tangles like a white snake on Nell's thin neck at that moment when his body is about to move reflexively. And with intense power without shards of forgiveness, the tightening began.

"That's dangerous. If it wasn't Sariel, he'd be dead."

Consciousness begins to turn away rapidly. Naturally, Sariel's arm is completely at his neck.

Her face looked down with a cold gaze, blurry.

"It was a very destructive palm bottom. Speed, power, together, it's an amazing blow."

"For that, you've contained it so much."

"I can't use it, because it was a move I've seen"

Fiona and Saliel's swallowing conversation sounds like some other HR.

"I'll take care of the rest, then. I think there's someone out there for you, so the woman should be polite enough to give it back."

"Yes, Master Fiona"

Fiona turns her back and walks out slowly, as if she has lost interest in Nell or something already.

"Ku, ha... ma, ha..."

It can't reach you, such as a voice of restraint that you let go to squeeze it out.

But so Fiona stopped and turned around.

"Speaking of which, I didn't say it was clear either, so maybe I misled you"

A white witch's dialogue of excuse me, etc., even a blurred consciousness, stains my ears with wonder.

"Mr. Lily is no longer here. Sariel is just a slave. And you were frayed. I mean -"

What I saw at the last moment when Nell's consciousness was interrupted was a beautiful maiden smile, wicked everywhere, exactly the same as one day's fairy girl.

"- Mr. Chrono is my lover."