Kuro no Maou

In a week, I'm getting used to living in my new home. Even for sheep riding through 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)' as a matter of course and rolling around there as they please.

Anyway, it cost a lot of money, but this mansion, reborn so tiny and beautiful that it doesn't seem like the ruins of a decade of things, would be broken as a one-time adventurer's residence. Some Rank 5 adventurers have more amazing mansions, and the "Iron Ghosts" and others, due to their number of members, base a whole large building like a building. Even in rank four, even if there are no mansions in the aristocratic neighborhood, few people seem to have splendid homes and villas in the suburbs and other towns.

It's not that we're particularly luxurious, but it still makes me feel like I'm living a fancy life from a little civic Japanese sensibility. Well, just because you live in a hall doesn't mean your lifestyle has changed completely.

Speaking of unusual events, about as many of my few friends have come to celebrate my new home.

After all, it was Will who became the first guest of this hall, which I visited the day after I came here.

"- Hmm, you chose a small mansion out of the blue. Well built, but in aristocratic neighborhoods, there is no shortage of beauty."

"This is what calms me down better. I'm not a nobleman."

"Well, I suppose it should be called a place like yours, a place of solid quality."

Will's thoughts are honest, but he's really gaining ground.

"I was a borer before."

"Um, I'll be superior to any house compared to me"

Right, laughing at each other, Will and Celia, who naturally take a step backwards, greet each other through the entrance hall. Fiona is probably on the go again to buy ingredients for suspicious medications while she's out. Of course, sheep can't be exposed to public. So this is me and two of my maids, Saliel.

Even the guests, by the time of dormitory life, went straight to the lounge, but there is a splendid room, a decent room, in the hall built as an aristocratic mansion at the bend. Well, there's only about a table and a chair that stood out, a killer landscape room.

Even in such lonely guestrooms, best friend Will will never wear a kettle, and it's a good enough place to chat with friends.

However, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not used to the signs of Saliel and Celia's maid combination sitting behind me in silence, enough to be intrigued by the chatter, ignoring their existence as roundly as the royal marquis nobility. Look, when a woman is present, you can't tell her the bottom story or anything.

"If you stay like this, there's something emotional going on, Chrono."

"Why would Will?

"Thou art an adventurer, and unto this day thou hast been a temporary abode. I was wondering if one day you'd be gone."

I see, speaking of which I didn't feel like it, it could be a lie. This is why we are in Sparda because it is only the front line opposite the Crusaders, and this country has no attachment, no in-laws to do it. I'm going anywhere if I have to.

But that was when I was just fleeing Alsace.

"I don't know, because Sparda's been taking care of me, and I'm totally, so used to it. It's only natural to be based here."

"As a prince, as a friend, I'd be delighted."

Even I'll miss you when you get out of Sparda and leave Will. In this other world, there's no phone calls, no texts. It's not uncommon that if you go away a little, that will be the break up of your life.

"Whoa, it's embarrassing to talk like this too much. Let's celebrate more here - Celia, let's get you out of here!

"Yes, Master Will"

Phew, and behind Will, who became his usual confident look, Celia was spreading a scroll (scroll) that seemed like a portable spatial magic (dimension) to take out Gosogoso and some big stuff.

It's a big rectangular plate with a long edge that seems to be about a meter long and is clothed for some reason.

"As a celebration, let's send this"

"Well, something's wrong."

"No, no, because the only thing I have is a small treasure trove (sif). So, it's not a big deal… Still, I'm proud to say I've chosen the one you deserve"

"Oh, on purpose, thank you. So, what is this?

Well done. He listened, with a look like that on his face, Will turns back with his hands on his hips.

"Since ancient times, Sparda has a custom of sending paintings as a celebration of the new building of the aristocratic hall!

"It's just one of the classics."

"Therefore, I, the royal servant, took over this righteous custom of origins and decided to give you a painting!

At first, I said, "Can I get a cookie or something?"

"But! Painting is a true reflection of the sense of the chooser… Above all, it is more important to satisfy you than my taste. Wonder, I am proud to understand you as an ally of this Wilhardt, soul, but the selection of one dish for sending to you was extremely difficult!

"Wow, this is super cool! and walked into the store and it was instant."

"And now here is one of the supreme pieces chosen to choose, with unparalleled aesthetic eyes polished as my royal family, this is it!

It was a long forethought, but at last it was revealed, and Celia was softly putting her hands on the painted white fabric. It's called the proper description of Will's description, it's called the follow-up to the announcement, how Celia is sophisticated as a maid, and I would somehow know now that I have a maid.

"Come on, look at me in the eye! Titled, 'Heroes of Ischia' eh!!

Bassari, and the cloth were taken, and the moment I saw the painting, I accidentally screamed.

"Whoa, whoa, this is-"

"... 'Napoleon Beyond the Alps'"

I snapped boso behind my back, Saliel, and I said, "Isn't that Napoleon! I shouted," My thoughts were perfectly consistent.

Perhaps the image that people around the world, not just the Japanese, think of behind their brains when they hear the name 'Napoleon' is the painting called 'Napoleon Beyond the Alps'. It is an array of perfectly determined poses, like crossing a raised horse with a cool look and holding your right hand up and pointing your finger.

One of the miracles, not to mention. Apparently it was drawn for propaganda, so it's natural to be drawn in a super cool way. Even if he was riding a lab, he would have ridden a successful rough horse.

And now, in the painting in front of me, it was so cool posing that it led to the world, and I was painted.

It is me with a beautiful face with a camera gaze, with a huge, swirling aura of black curses raised with my right hand and a tight grip on my left hand on a burning bright red tender, successful and disastrous, rough immortal horse (Nightmare). Besides, this painting, this photo has been processed in an oil-painting style, so wonderfully realistic that the more people you know, the more my face is portrayed in real life that you can't delude it.

"Oh, hey, what is this painting?"

"Um, this one is at the hands of a painter who is famous for his sparda, anything, that he drew inspiration for your figure, who, during the triumphal ceremony from Ischia, crosses the immortal horse (Nightmare) in dignity and pushes through the streets in a riddle"

"No, it's not like I want to hear about the birth of a famous painting like that, I don't know, you know, I'm so embarrassed."

"Say what! There is no such thing as a painting that depicts you in real life. Oh, just a glance at this painting reminds me, it reminds me! Um, fight the death of the old castle of Ischia!!

Will would've known I was on the scene, and I said no, I didn't decide to pose like this at that time.

I mean, why am I the only one on Mary? He said he and Nell had two asses when he rushed to the rescue. Why did you save it?

"Um, great painting no matter how many times I've seen it. Don't you think so, Celia?"

"Yes, I thought it might be a famous painting in Sparda's art history, depicting Master Chrono's strength and horror, and that heroic behavior, in a stroke of force"

"Whoa... no, please don't..."

Vicious state anomaly (Bad Status) My mental strength is galloping away by 'Shame'. My liver isn't fat enough to be shown a painting that beautifies me so far that I can feel satisfied.

"Ha ha, don't be so modest"

You're not being modest, he said you were seriously embarrassed.

However, no matter how embarrassing it is, you can't accept and refuse Will's caged gift. In the end, I decided to get this' hero of Ischia '.

"Master, does this painting decorate the entrance hall?

"No, this is strict, keep it in the warehouse"

Then a few days later, the next guest I visited, number two, was a bit of an unexpected person.

"Hey Chrono-kun, looks like you made it back to Sparda safe. I'm glad to see you looking as beautiful and beautiful as ever!

"... Falcius, how do you know our address?"

What has come is Falcius, the number one popular gladiator superstar in Sparda.

He, as always, appeared with a sweet mask that seemed to make even a man fall in love, with a grin such as senselessness and a bouquet of bright white roses. By the way, where the hell is the prince, so much so that I want to say, he's wearing a do-flavored costume with plenty of frills on his cunt. Punishment Game class embarrassing outfit, but when worn by a super handsome guy about his age, he looks good, so he regrets it. It is the perfect outfit, as if it had been custom-made to decorate the beauty of Falchius.

"Well, I know everything about you."

"What's that answer, I'm scared"

With a charming wink, I pull when that's the kind of stalking statement. Keep the door shut.

"Ha ha, just kidding. This museum is notorious for its aristocratic neighborhoods. If there were any strangers who bought it..."

"What, are you being so rumored"

"At least nobody around here doesn't know."

I hope you'll excuse me for being evil conspicuous, but rumours may also be natural given the background of this hall. But, well, I don't have a problem with this at the moment, okay? In the meantime, if this became a very ordinary mansion and we knew we were living, we wouldn't have to wait seventy-five days for our interests to fade quickly.

"So, all of a sudden, what's wrong?"

"Of course, it's your return celebration. I really wanted to rush faster though...... sorry, Chrono-kun. I'm busier at work, too, and I have a pretty good schedule."

"No, nothing, because I don't care"

I mean, I don't think Falchius is going to celebrate.

"No, I care. Because Chrono-kun, you're my... dear friend, so..."

"Friend, huh?"

Lately, when I say goodbye, it's just a little heartbreaking. But I'm never going to be a woman, not even a wacko who cares.

"At least you're a comrade."

"Yes, I am, Chrono-kun! Fighting shoulder to shoulder with you has been the most, most fulfilling time of my life!

Are you saying that no boulder professional gladiator has ever fought a bigger opponent than that Taurus? If you beat that big fat ass down, would you be excited?

"Thank you for saving me then. If you have time, do you want to go up a little?

"What, are you sure?!?

I'm fine, but a superstar like Falcius wouldn't be spending valuable off time in a place like this, so, well, it's like a social dictionary.

"You'll be busy, so don't say you can't -"

"Thank you, Chrono-kun! Be sure to let me interrupt!!

I couldn't have said no to Falcius with a sunny smile.

"- So, the view was very beautiful, it was a nice city."

"Oh, that's good. I'll go next time."

Surprisingly, the conversation with Falcius played. Sariel hasn't been allowed to be present because he's just a guy friend, and he doesn't have a butler, maid or other squire.

He's not a nobleman, but he's a superstar who lives so much more luxuriously than any of those nobles there, but seeing this murderous landscaped room didn't make him kerchief or sarcastic, and he seemed deliciously fond of the coffee Sariel served, or really, as comfortable as a thoughtful friend. Drinking in favor of black is an adult taste.

I've always had other people's eyes when I met Falcius, so I suspected a little bit of the possibility that that affectionate attitude might be an act... but apparently, his familiar, original, approachable and affectionate character is from birth. No way, really good-looking to character is a terrifying man.

Most of all, I thought it would be amazing not to skilfully avoid talking about it until I got back to Sparda. Perhaps, no doubt, Falcius cares that I don't really want to talk about this.

Falcius is the only one offering stories of conversation, and he talks funny and crazy about the lives of unknown gladiators and the fact that he has toured various countries in overseas performances. Positively overwhelming communal power.

If we put this face and this voice, and above all, Falcius, who speaks kindly and intimately, most humans will be unable to help but be 'enchanted'. It seems good to be playing a gladiator who can be considered a kind of idol, where he can publicly attract people's popularity. If Falcius had even begun as a cult patriarch, he would have had a tremendous number of believers. Attraction, by far, is also a terrible 'force'.

"By the way, Chrono-kun, I actually have another present for you."

"Really? No, but something's wrong. I already got a bouquet."

The white roses that I have held are quickly brought to life by Sariel to add colour to this murderous landscaped room.

It's not such a big deal, I laughed, but the truth is, me, I know this white rose is sold at a pretty high price in Sparda, it's a luxury item. I peeked at the store on a date with Fiona and said, "Seriously, this price for one flower!?" It's new to memory that I was secretly surprised.

"This one is also a celebration of my new home. You know, in Sparda, sending paintings is one of the classics at times like this. Although there is no art, this time I tried it too."

It's like I heard somewhere recently. Who the hell was that?

"Oh, really..."

I don't know, I had such a bad feeling, I accidentally raised my voice.

Relax, there's no way I'm getting a second Napoleonic painting. Arre is a choice because he's a little bit of a middle-aged Will.

"I really thought a more attentive thing would be better, but by chance, at the store I came in, I fell in love at first sight. I thought this was the only painting I could give you."

"Oh, man, that's exciting."

It's okay, this time, it should be okay.

I felt like praying, staring at Falcius fishing for a bag with gosogoso and spatial magic (dimension).

That's how it came out, about the same size as that painting, and then again, it's one covered in white cloth in the same way. When Dawn and I were placed in front of him to show off, Falcius took the cloth off thoughtfully, without much trouble.

Oh, please, I hope it's a mattomo painting!

"Come on, look at this wonderful painting, Chrono-kun. Titled -" The Nightmare of Galahad ""

It was right, a nightmarish one.

The first thing that comes to my attention when I look at that painting is the white skin of a glossy maiden and the red of painful and vibrant blood. A beautiful girl shaking silver long hair on her bright white skin is depicted in front of the screen. But she had no hands and no legs. One, as cut off with a sharp blade, and the other, as pulled away by force. The body, exposed to tragic wounds and bloodstained, is heavily torn with pure white clothes that would have been wrapped around it, exposing it to unbroken nudity.

Above all, however, appealing to the seer for misery would be that this girl is being brutally grabbed for her long hair.

A bloody hand stretched from behind is grabbing beautiful silver hair. That would make you wonder what kind of evil brake work, but the owner of that arm, perhaps, would be unimaginable.

Anger, even a word raw, ambitious with a tremendous shape, one man is who he is. Dark hair stood upside down to embody angry hair heaven, and the overly horrible red-black two-colored glance stared at the girl caught in front of her, or curse the viewer of this painting.

The bloody naked is the same as the girl's, but its body is covered with armor of forged muscles, which, then, is also the flesh of a battle engraved with countless wounds. The contrast between the body of a big, resilient man and the body of a small, luxurious girl makes me feel so different that I don't think of it as a race of very same people.

Such a beautiful girl as an angel or a Virgin and a horrible man who had to be a demon or a mad warrior - I mean, it was me and Saliel.

"Ugh, wow..."

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah The fine thing about the art is that if you look closely, at my feet, a knight wrapped in silver armor helmets collapsed with dozens of folds, or a pile of corpses. The same burning red sky in the background as Purgatory, but the small reflection of the Great Wall of Galahad and the shadow of the castle and the tall battle tower Pharos peeking just a little beyond it, can be painted so precisely that it matches perfectly with my memory.

That is depicted in a brush so realistic as to make even the atmosphere on the spot feel, just like "The Hero of Ischia".

That makes me feel more compelling than any abusive porn cartoon I once saw. Deeply decide your heart, the more traumatic it is.

"What the hell is this..."

"Yeah, this is at the hands of a painter well known for his Sparta, Chrono-kun's work in the Galahad War and... and his accidental sighting of where he was visiting the Temple of Pandora with this Sariel you defeated, seems to have ignited his inspiration at once"

Hey, well-known painter, it's you again. Or was there a Soytz when he went to the Temple of Pandora for the ritual of proof of protection after the war negotiations? People's eyes don't know where they are.

But that's not what I should be worried about right now. Seeing such a shocking painting almost leaves my head bland.

"Oh, and still, no matter how many times I've seen it, it's great. At first glance, though it looks like a nasty painting full of violence and erotic...... an overwhelming ability to portray the flesh of this girl and warrior with more force than reality! And most importantly, it's amazing how much Krono-kun has attracted!!

"Eh."

What a charm I am...

"Besides, it's only on the assumption that this portrayed the battle of heroes who played their best part in the Galahad War that I give this painting a deep meaning. The subject that this beautiful girl with her unbroken figure is also a symbol of a terrible enemy, and that the mad warrior who overwhelmingly ravages it is the hero who saves our country, also includes, on one side, the tragedy of war -"

I have no idea what Falcius is talking about, but for now, there was nothing more on the spot than listening to stories of slackening and arguing and deep reflection, like critics.

"- Bye, Chrono-kun. I really enjoyed today. Now you must come and see me at my house."

I told him everything he needed to talk about, and since I dropped off Falcius who seemed satisfied, I acted fast.

"Master, this painting..."

"Fine, I'll take care of that painting myself."

What makes you sad and have to see a picture of such a trauma scene with Saliel? No, no, it's not me and Sariel painted here. I haven't had any muscle swelling up so far, and nothing left any scars. Even Sariel has a subtly big chest when it's this painting. I didn't amputate my left arm. In the first place, we haven't done it in Galahad yet!

So this is different.

Desperately telling myself that, I sealed "The Nightmare of Galahad" deep inside the warehouse with more and more feelings.

"Hey, Chrono! You bought a house, so I came to celebrate in my spare time!

The day after Falcius left his nightmare painting, Customer III appeared.

The big, twinkly blonde boy is Kai, the swordsman of "Wing Road," whom I've been used to seeing here a long time lately.

I swung my sword in the arena until just now, and then came straight ahead, like, a ruffled outfit with a uniform jacket. You're like an elementary school student who invites you home to play without an appointment.

Well, we're not a formatted nobleman or anything, so a friend's visit is usually very welcome.

"You know us well...... no, you're already famous"

"Ouch! And Chrono, you can often live in such a cursed house. I used to sneak in and die when I was a kid."

I invite Kai, who is so proud of Yancha, to come visit me at the corner, to the house for now. The rooms are beautifully blooming with the white roses of Falcius. But it's still a lonely indoor.

Most of all, as far as Kai is concerned, he will definitely not be ketching on the interior poverty.

"Oh, what the hell is this black! It's oddly bitter, but it tastes like something of a habit!

Kai was also black for coffee. Every time I serve coffee to visitors, I look forward to hearing from them.

Nevertheless, Kai, bright and refreshing without a back surface, is really approachable. I think we've worked together many times already, but when we realize it, we hardly ever shy away from each other.

Now that I'm here, I'm pretty sure I'm the eldest son, the next head of the Galblades family of the four Sparda aristocrats, but I forget who that de greatness is.

"- Oh, yeah, they're sending paintings to the guy who built the new house, so I brought them right too!

A chill runs down my spine, mentioning what Kai once again heard somewhere while I was having a good conversation with a guy friend.

"Yes, no, that's... hey, let me refrain..."

"Oh, come on, I don't need to be shy! I don't know about Amma art, but I've been googling it at first sight, so this is definitely a good painting!

Saying something that made him increasingly anxious, Kai had already taken out an indicative big picture and put his hands on a white cloth cover to hide the screen.

Oh, wait a minute. I'm still ready.

"Well, it's called" Element Master on the Battlefield. "

There, I was still painted. It crosses the Merry of the Immortal Horse (Nightmare), but it has never been rough with its forelegs up, and it looks like it is quietly walking forward.

The blunt, slightly stiff side - scary, they say, but I in the painting have the usual look, holding the reins.

And on my lap like that, there was Lily smiling with a smile, and Fiona across Marie lining up next door, depicted with her usual sleepy bongy look.

It was a nostalgic landscape, natural everywhere, but now lost, as if we had cut off a comma of our "Element Master" routine.

"Ko, this is..."

"You guys left the seminary when we were going to the Galahad War, didn't you? The guy who painted this painting is my friend, and he said he was there. Well, uh, he said he drew inspiration somehow!

I see, in the background, you can see the main school building of the seminary you are used to seeing, and it is depicted just at the moment you dive through the main entrance. Well, I used to be a little teary-eyed and comforted by Lily when I was ready for Nell and the rest of my life... but it was good to have a hindsight for the students.

"Thank you, Ky. Wonderful painting."

"Oh well, I'm glad you're happy!

Oh, Kai's playful refreshing smile dazzles me. The level at which the posterior light is visible.

Yeah, that's what I was looking for. I am now honestly impressed by our choice of a lovely scene and the fact that we are portrayed in heavy oil paintings.

"Nice, awesome, nice..."

"Oh, no, Chrono, I need a bathroom."

"Whoa, when you get out, take the plunge right."

As I eat in, I admire the wonderful paintings of the Element Master in an innumerable mood.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sariel!? Why is Temei here!!

Oh, speaking of which, I forgot to tell Kai that Sariel is still a maid of honor.

The more we talked about the situation, and next time, after the promise that the two of us would work together, Kai left in a refreshing manner.

Then, a few more days later, finally, the person I've been waiting for the most.

"... Long time no see, brother"

Sarah and flowing gray hair with circular emerald eyes. Unlike Tung, a beautiful elf girl, a beautiful boy, stood there, looking no different from what I remember.

"Oh, I've been waiting for you, Simon"

So I finally reunited with this little best friend.