Kuro no Maou

The 14th of the month of Xinyang. He defeated the chaossic rim, and four days had passed.

"Yes, sir, uh!

"... hey, isn't this enough?

"That won't happen! Your husband is heavy, sick, and people! So it is my duty to get a sincere hot nurse from Ohayo to Oyasmi on this maid long sheep!!

Your heart is ninety percent and nine minutes, but it's a curse. Even though your husband is certified as a seriously ill person, his joy is still the evil that he can only assume is cursed.

Well, if you look like a 'tyrant's armor (Maximilian)' with the appearance of a demon or a reaper, then more so.

"So come on, master, come on! Ahem!"

"Ok, ok, I guess you should eat..."

If you open your mouth half fed up, that's where the apple rabbit storms out of your head.

A refreshing sweet and sour harmony that spreads through your mouth. Delicious. More than that, every time I ate Koitsu, it also brought back memories and a taste of nostalgia when I was hiding in a transport ship coming across the continent of Pandora.

"Cah! Your husband ate a sheep's apple! Have you seen it, Sally!?

"Sorry, Maid, I didn't see it at all"

Yeah, shaggy, you worthless maid. I'm not a cute little animal who can feed at the zoo.

Sariel's not into rabbit apple production, either, so slap this incompetent boss with one of his sayings.

"Ha... Sheep, don't make a scene in the hospital room. Sariel, you can have one apple."

Yes, your husband (master), and only reply is good, but the difficulty is that I can't see any progress.

Most of all, there's a lot that I throw up all the sighs I stick with because of my boring hospitalization.

I lost my right hand and my right leg in the fight against Chaossic Lim. situation similar to Sariel's one day. The extent of the injury, and the nursing life that begins with it.

I fell in the arena, and although Nell's healing magic saved my life, I was immediately transported to the Temple of Serene. Shortly after the battle, the situation caused quite a bit of confusion just because of the situation... I don't know much about it. I woke up the morning after the battle. If you notice, it's on the bed.

Originally, it was almost as troublesome as it was in the Temple of Serene, but the temple, which receives the wounded by the damage of the chaossic limb, is in a punk state. Although I am terrible at the extent of my injuries, I have nothing to say about my life, and I am not in pain enough to have difficulty transferring.

So, on Fiona's suggestion, we decided to head to the temple of Avalon early. The great temple in the capital of Avalon also offers the best healing magic rituals for the best price. It is certain that Avalon will receive far better treatment than sitting in an understaffed Serene.

It was such a wack, and although it was somewhat hasty, I left Serene and came to Avalon, the capital, within the day I woke up.

It's also worth it, for once my right hand and right leg are stuck together and back to normal.

I slashed it clean for you, and thanks to Nell for collecting and saving it well. But there seemed to be quite a bit of damage to the limbs themselves that were swallowed up by the slime restraint of the obsession released by the chaossic limb, and as soon as they stick together, they don't come back to normal.

It is expected that the regeneration of the cutting surface and the healing of the hands and feet will take about a month to fully recover together. Well, like Saliel, it's me with a modified and enhanced special flesh, which is why such a major injury would take a full month to heal.

With such a wack, I am now stuck with my hands and feet in gips, dressed like a broken dumb bastard with a bandage and glued around, forced to rest in bed.

Good thing people couldn't get around like that, they were swinging by sheep straining to burn their care all the time here, and they were living in a very tired hospital.

"Master, isn't sleeping sweat weird? If you don't mind, the sheep have your body in every corner, there's nowhere else to go...... hehe, we'll fumble!

"Come on, Stratos, you can express your main unit (glove) to the blacksmith factory on a Feilong flight."

"Hih!? Master, that's all. Oh, please forgive me, sir!

Totally, I don't have Fiona, so I'm in good shape.

A body like this. Then I can't bathe or shower, so naturally, I wipe my body at best. Fiona, who seems to be jealous of the role, could not have forgiven anyone else, not least Sariel.

Besides her thoughts, Fiona looked familiar with nursing behavior such as wiping people's bodies, putting them to sleep, etc. Anything, because I learned that kind of understanding from the witch teacher, and then I went through my personal support more than once. By the way, the teacher is incurably offended, there's no such tragic setting, and he's mostly just hungover and in need of care.

Anyway, Fiona's hand care was so attentive and wonderful that her usual natural first appeared to be a lie. If there was a problem, when I finished wiping my body, it would be about when I started undressing myself for some reason.

"What, etsy, don't you?

"Well, you have to put up with the house... now if they ban me from leaving the temple, I'll be in trouble"

After a small hour of worrying, he managed to show his understanding and got nothing on the spot.

Give me a break, I'm just as patient as you are. Don't tempt me at times like this.

Well, Fiona, who unfortunately demonstrated her fascination as such a lover, is out this morning. He's been in the hospital room the last two days for medical attention, but if it's not time to act on the boulder, I'll have a lot of errands.

Tomorrow, it would be a report of the 'Chaossic Rim Crusade'. Fiona can't move. On my behalf, she's heading out to the Adventurer Guild as the representative of The Element Master. Maybe the Avalon army will be asked to provide information as it is. I'm going to be home late.

"... but still today the tone out is nashi,"

Now, the most important thing to worry about right now is getting past Trial Six and giving it new protection. Usually, when I fall asleep shortly after the battle, I am led to the divine realm, between those black thrones... but only this time, there is no such thing.

No way, it's not a failed wack, it hasn't stabbed off the todome, it's been judged.

The remains of the chaossic rim, including the sand iron of the minute body, are now stored and managed by the Avalon Adventurer Guild. As an adventurer's rule, ownership rests with me, Nell and Sellis, who made the crusade. More strictly speaking, 'Elemen Master' and the individual, Nell, Sellis, are each in a state where ownership is broken. From the contribution of the battle, I will have the greatest right for once, but one or two of my hands and feet can be earned as crusaded monster material if they want.

Originally, there would be an immediate discussion in the guild about what to do with the distribution of monster material... I'm this zama, and Nell and Sellis are qualified adventurers, but not in the line of duty. It's a wack that discussion is impossible right now, and for now it will be temporarily shelved for more detailed appropriations, during which time it's a wack that the Adventurer Guild is responsible for keeping.

But I'm only bringing home the parts that are testament to the trials. It was the heart that was pulling him straight out of his body.

After I passed out, a sheep snuck me into the shadows to keep the heart I was gripping.

With such a wack, I have a proper proof to offer to me... for some reason, Mia won't call me.

The left eye did show that this heart was a testament to the trial, so there shouldn't be a site error. I also came to the Temple of Avalon to settle down and then I checked this heart somehow... Actually, he's still moving.

Slowly, small, but it does beat the beat.

No way, I thought I'd be resurrected with Slime's body like this, but that doesn't seem to be the case either. Fiona says there are things like the heart and special parts of super powerful monsters that continue to function by the immense magic that resides there, even when the body dies. For the most part, they take the form of a 'nucleus (core)' crystallized by the magic power that serves as the source of power. He said it was quite unusual for the area to keep moving while still alive.

So the chaossic rim is dead. This heart also hosts the magical powers of the Great Magic Fixture (artifact), so it just keeps moving.

If you don't use it in any way, such as by smelting it as a weapon or an item, or by incorporating it into me (Simobe) in necromancy, the power will never be drawn.

But I'm a little anxious to keep it in, so I have a strict storage system so that after freezing it into bees with pseudo-ice attributes, I can tie it to the sheep in black chains and immediately know if there are any abnormalities.

Such a subtly horrible heart wax, but the area to dedicate in the first place is the core of the pride gem known as the 'nucleus of arrogance'. The sixth trial clearance is not informed that it is possible that the 'nucleus of arrogance' that should have fused to the heart of the chaossic rim...... in fact, the blue sphere crystals I have seen are gone and have degenerated into the form of the same blue glowing lines floating in the heart.

Because of this, I also thought that it was perceived as something different from the proof, but it was concluded that there was no sole because my left eye was reacting properly after all.

Chaossic Lim's heart is properly recognized as a testament to the trials. And I'm already in a state where I can bow. I truly defeated Chaossic Lim and got him.

As a clearance of the trial, there seems to be no deficiency anywhere.

If that still doesn't work, then we can only assume that it is God's circumstance anymore. I don't know what Mia is unhappy with, but as far as I'm concerned, I can't explore any more.

In the meantime, I can only do enough to wait for the awards ceremony for adults or, if a pride gem appears by chance, to go knock them out again.

Even though it's a mysterious divine affair event. It was a wack that I had no choice but to think about it any more, along with the carcass of the chaossic rim, than to leave it for a while.

"Nevertheless, don't really spare me three days of sleep... my body's going to be dull"

Finish eating rabbit apples, a lunch dessert, and carefully dispose of the obnoxious sheep in "Shadow Space (Shadow Gate)" to stay quiet for less than an hour. I've also finished reading the newspaper in my hand from corner to corner, and I leak something that can't be helped.

Then, to the point where I don't care, I'm going to say it.

"If it's a laptop, it's a good time to write a novel."

Oh, but my right hand is dead, so I can't even get the keyboard type. Sariel opened his mouth sitting in a chair by the bed turning into a real doll at the same time that the crappy self scratch could come up with.

"... the master misses life in Japan, do you?

"They asked me something similar before. I'm not going back to Japan anymore. I have something to do in this world... but, well, if you ask me if I miss you, then I miss you."

I want to play games, I want to read comics, I want to see cartoons and movies. Not only is there such a small geek hobby, but there must be a lot more fun things to do in modern Japan.

And most importantly, I have family and friends, peaceful everyday life. You can't miss it.

"But it's not enough to care. I'm not dissatisfied or inconvenient with my life."

I'm used to it.

On second thought, I feel somewhat more luxurious in my adventurer life where I have a pretty girlfriend and maid in my mansion than in my high school life where I only have a boyfriend at home. I just feel like it's actually a series of hard work and trouble, so it's best to be peaceful after all?

"Speaking of which, what about you? If you remember Shirazaki, you'll know about life in Japan."

"I just wish I could stay by your side, that's all."

I want you to stop saying something exciting, unintentionally.

"Oh well..."

"Sayuko Shirazaki loves Mahogany Kurono. As long as she is beside you, her heart will be filled. So, so am I."

Tracing Shirazaki's mind is Sariel's course of action. For her love, Sariel is willing to give it to me.

"Well, what would you have done if Mr. Shirazaki hadn't thought anything of me?

"Without the love of Sayuko Shirazaki, I would not have gained the protection of Freesia and would have died in the battle against Gratney Octo"

You don't have to go that far back and do accurate simulations. When I put in the scratch, Saliel just patted his eyes like what to answer then.

"You mean how I feel now. You're supposed to be made my slave on your own, do your maid's job, besides, you can choose the path you don't fight anymore, but you can be brought as a party member to fight rank 5 monsters with a spear... Normally, you can't do it"

On the contrary, you would resent it. If I were you, I'd resent you. Why should I do this?

"I can't guess how I feel other than me right now. I can understand the benefit of living a relatively safe life by leaving with my master, but I have zero chance of choosing it"

"How can you say all that?"

"I can't explain it well. The answer becomes a terrible abstraction"

"What if I insist?

"Because this is where I am."

There was no stray in Sariel's words. No, his words are always, there's no stray.

"Well... I'm the one who brought you here. If you want to stay here, you can do whatever you want."

"Thank you, Master"

"Even if I do, I have a promise to King Leonhardt, and even if I say I want to change my mind and be free, I'm not going to hear it any time soon."

"That's unlikely. Just as the love of Sayuko Shirazaki was immutable, so is my heart."

He's very confident again. Have you learned to be stubborn in strange places? But maintaining the status quo is good, which is a reassuring story for me.

"You are already a member of The Element Master. Let me count on you."

"No...... I was useless in my battle with Chaossic Lim"

"I don't care about that, I already said it scattered"

This time, I was swept away by the strange behavior of Chaossic Lim, and as a result, it split up. For once, the Avalonians seemed to have secured the means by which they might be able to break into the arena, but by then, I'd already stabbed Todome.

Fiona and Saliel seem to care terribly about the backdrop of this battle, something they apologized for yesterday that was useless and smunted many times yesterday. Nothing, I don't have to worry about it because it's more common in useless fights. Gratney Octo fight or something.

"So I'm done with this story. Another topic instead...... right, does Saliel have anything?

"I'm sorry. I wonder if it's impossible to entertain the master in my talk."

"No, I didn't mean to be so impotent..."

I don't like it if they think I'm like a powerhara boss forcing a one-shot show at a banquet.

However, Sariel rarely talks to me. At best, it's like a work report as a maid, and none of us have been told stories like chatter. If I ask, I'll give a serious answer... but this is still where I feel Sariel's missing emotions.

That's why I have trouble coping with too much chatter like a sheep. So far, I should look at you as a personality.

So let's also provide a topic from me this time.

"Okay, well, then there's something I'd like to ask you within the moment without Fiona."

"Yes, what is it, Master"

No, I get nervous when I want to hear it. Nothing, I'm not trying to tell Saliel anything backwards about Fiona. Simply this is my own problem.

"Shirazaki, you've read a novel I wrote, haven't you?

"Yes, I read all the short stories I put in the Department magazine, including the long story, The Legend of the Brave Abel,"

"... how'd it go?

It would be natural for the author to be concerned about his thoughts. Just enough to make you ask, more than this has been the subject of this.

"For Sayuko Shirazaki, your work has a special significance just because of it. Her personal assessment probably does not go far with the objective evaluation criteria"

I see, is that what you came for? Because it's something written by someone I like, it doesn't really matter what the work itself is made of.

"But wouldn't Mr. Shirazaki have put aside his personal feelings and also had a proper assessment?

Shirazaki fell into the reader category among the literary and artistic departments, and I have heard that her novels and essays and poems were well received not only by literary and artistic members, but also by classmates and other students.

In fact, I've won awards at some kind of competition, and every time a request for a catch copy comes in from a student council at an event such as a school festival or a sports festival, and a friend of the bandman who has decided to make a major debut asks me for the lyrics, and I have a lot of achievements. It was clear to everyone that a girl named Liriko Shirazaki possessed a definite literary talent.

Such a Mr. Shirazaki made me wonder if I could get a sharp rating... Saliel opened his mouth after a long silence with a beat, two beats.

"... would you like to hear it?

Gokuri, swallow the noodles. In an instant, the hospital room is filled with tension.

Let me hear it.

"So - your literary talent is below inside. All the stories are flat as RPGs, and just a classic development. It lacks originality, so to speak. The same goes for the characters who appear. Just symbolic character qualities. Before that, even the protagonist, who is a one-person point of view, is not perceived as realistic enough to be lethal to his psychological depiction as a human being. You should be aware that fiction has a reality of fiction."

"... you actually hate me as much as you want to kill me"

"I'm only talking about the appreciation of Liriko Shirazaki. My personal feelings are not contained in any way"

I'm terrified of Saliel, who says silly without any evil. Koitsu, I wonder if the White God blessing is only returning now.

"Well, then, can I ask you a little more, exactly where it didn't work? The scene here was particularly horrible, like"

"The third chapter of The Legend of Abel the Brave, the Slave Liberation War, represents these criticisms in their entirety."

We're talking about the beginning.

Departing from your hometown of de Country Village, Abel said in chapter two, "Hyah! Let's go through here." and so on, crushing all the evil bandits that had been involved, "he finally reached the king's capital to meet the king. But we're still a while away from meeting the king, and we're going to meet a slave girl who's been running away before that, and we're going to talk about crushing another extremely evil slave trader.

Of course, the first slave girl to help is one of the main heroines. Sure, she's a super beautiful girl with big tits elves named Ellie. And it's actually a high elf that draws the blood of an ancient royal family, plus the protection of the goddess of light - wow, now that I think about it, that's a disastrous, embarrassing setting, dude!

"Throughout chapter three, Ellie the heroine has a strong fondness for Abel. Three reasons are presented in this part. One thing, that you helped your slave self. Two, that you treated me without treating me like a slave. Three, that there is no sense of discrimination against a subrace called elves"

"That's all you got, isn't it enough?

"Enough reason to fall in love as the heroine of the work. But for one of these reasons, there is no part of me that feels original. The reader immediately comes up with these classic reasons and developments when the character of a slave girl named Ellie appears. And if it was told exactly right, there's no surprise or uniqueness there, just a story as it should be. It won't even be the second fry."

"... right"

Seventh Apostle Saliel, descent. Stab me to death with the word 'God Spear (Brewnak)'. Dosdos, I'm going to poke you. He has been stabbed even when he is a corpse.

Yeah, seriously, it's a dry critique that doesn't even sound gu.

"Let's not talk about this anymore"

"Master, are you crying?

"I got garbage in my eyes."

I didn't know the time had come to say this excuse in real life. Life is something that you don't know what it is.

Seriously, Mr. Shirazaki, I think the rating is correct, so he brutally chooses my heart. I knew it, I knew it, my literature, my writing skills, that kind of thing.

But, okay, it was a hobby. Shit. But I liked to write!

"May I ask, then, what did the master think of the work of Liko Shirazaki"

Oh, my God, Sariel, that's a thoughtful return for you. All right, I'll give you a ride here. Of course, I have no ugly thoughts about criticizing my work back painfully just because it was criticized by Borocus.

"Right...... I honestly thought it was a great talent"

Was it just around the time you joined the Literature and Arts Department in a year? The new joiner was to announce it to anyone who had written a piece by then. Nothing. I'm not a wacko to recite in front of everyone. Simply put the data in the computer in the department room so that anyone can read it. Well, only one fierce man brought a raw manuscript.

With such a wack, I was blessed with the opportunity to see Shirazaki's work... so I was shocked. It was a shock since I first cried and tore away The Legend of the Brave Abel in some park. I wondered if he, the same age, could write such a good, funny, novel. It was less than ten pages short, but that's all, I was reminded.

A girl I met in the park who doesn't even know her name, and Shirazaki, the new joiner. I'm surprised there's someone close to me who's full of talent.

"It may be a cheap expression, but I think it's professional. Beautiful text, easy to read. The typos are completely crushed, and most importantly, I'm drawn to reading them - but I wasn't good at it."

"Is that about my demon king, the only long novel written by Liriko Shirazaki"

It was touching or comical, and in numerous short stories, Shirazaki portrayed a variety of interesting, but only such a long series of pieces that she published each month in a department magazine can be called the content of different colors.

The title is' My Demon King '.

Nothing. It's not a fantasy piece like my "Legend of the Brave Abel". One day a very ordinary high school girl eagle was suddenly summoned by another world to be the bride of the coolest, most livestock demon king in the super handsome!? In a story like that, I didn't say no.

The stage is modern Japan. The protagonist is a plain girl whose reading is a hobby. A sophomore in high school, former literary and artistic employee.

The third grade graduated and the members became naturally abandoned by themselves. But every day, in the department of literature and arts, which became obsolete after school, she continues to read books by herself.

A little lonely. But quiet and peaceful, a beloved routine.

But some rainy day. One man appears in the literary and artistic room that no one is supposed to visit.

The man was the worst bad student famous in school, known as' K '. The hero's peaceful daily routine marks the end, and the days of hell that reign in K begin -

"Blah, that's a bad story about chest shit. Horror or Psycho Suspension, like."

Horribly vivid, the girl's feelings of fear and humiliation are portrayed. The process by which the protagonist, who is only a helpless literary girl, erodes her mind and routine, little by little, but surely, by the devilish K, is enough to make her nauseous.

It is horrible, on the contrary, that I do not see a scene where K directly acts violence on the main character during the making. I'm just not making her obey by the assault of beating and kicking. By a wickedly crisp K, the protagonist is exposed to his own weakness and persevered... if he realizes it, he is driven to a desperate situation, nothing more than what he says.

As a reader, I am hiyahiya wondering when the protagonist will be raped by K.

Occasionally, handsome classmates and righteous teachers who realize the main character's predicament and the childhood of their first love also appear, but with K's overwhelming power, violence and financial power, they defeat unharmed. The handsome classmate is sent to a hospital for three months, and the teacher is sent to a juvenile institution under suspension due to pressure from the Board of Education, attempted rape of the main character, such as childhood tampering of his first love.

K was truly the Demon King.

"Too desperate to read by the time I was two years old."

If you suck, it's a traumatic piece.

However, the elaborate psychological depiction seems to be pure literature, and the literary bee momentum, headed by the director among the literary and artistic departments, was greatly admired, and it seems that there were quite a few secret fans on campus, mainly women. I don't think it was just an amateur piece written by a student, I'm sure it was popular.

"Sayuko Shirazaki had complicated feelings for you to read this work and not to read it."

"Uh, why?

"Because" My Demon King "is a piece portrayed as a gateway to Shirazaki Liko's lack of progress in her relationship with you, while a kind of frustration has accumulated"

What's that supposed to mean? Is it because I'm still blunt that I don't pin right away?

To be honest, Sariel had no hesitation whatsoever and answered me.

"The main character is Liriko Shirazaki. K is Mahogany Kurono. As in the making, I want to be unilaterally approached and persevered by K's. All of those desires and aspirations are in the work called 'My Demon King'"

"Heh... yeah..."

K is the K of Chrono. I'm sorry, Shirazaki, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry I was blunt.

……

To Shirazaki's slightly heavy love, I'm glad to do it. It's horrible, and it makes me feel so complicated. I mean, keep this kind of cot a secret, Saliel. Secret thoughts in this way will be exposed and Mr. Shirazaki will not be floated either.

But no word comes out of my mouth. I can't say anything. The conversation with Sariel has been completely interrupted here.

Spend some time in silence.

Sariel and I are already used to keeping our mouths shut as of the Nise Priest life in Pioneering Village, but now to the boulders, it's a little awkward. Interrupted conversation during a date with a girl I like, in a mood like a boy high school student in a hurry to find a topic.

Yeah, why should I care so much about Sariel? Though I think, my weird sense of impatience just solicits.

"Oh, you know..."

To change my mood, whether I borrow a wheelchair or a walk around the temple, what a suggestion I was about to make.

Master, it's a visitor.

Shortly after Saliel said away, a modest knock called Concon, knocked on the door of the hospital room.

He's got a sixth sense that someone stopped in front of my hospital room. I also found out that doctors, nurses, or, to be precise, temple healers (Priests) are different people.

"I wonder who...... well, there's no reason to say no, let me in"

"Yes, Master"

Make Saliel turn around immediately and let the door open.

Who the hell came to visit me? Expectations are half anxious, but the results were immediately apparent.

"- Hello, Chrono-kun. How are you feeling?

The princess of Reishi, who rocks her white wings and smiles calmly - Nell came to see me.