Kuro no Maou

There was one woman.

The woman was always alone.

It's not a wax that pierces loneliness, nor a wax that has abandoned the world. Being an adult woman who is already too old for a girl, she can't help but miss her. No, I can't help but want to fall in love.

But that is never acceptable.

Because she's cursed.

"Ha... I want to die..."

This is her cliché.

Nothing, I'm not a wacko with a severe, sick-like pain because of the curse.

My body is healthy itself. Rather, he is far more stubborn than an ordinary person and quite good at magic.

In shame, even one woman could acquire the strength to act as an adventurer in the Swordsman class who relies solely on the sword.

I can start with one person, but one day I can meet a trusted companion and go for further heights. Adjacent to danger, but what made me the most dreamy and hopeful adventurer in the world, well, how many years ago?

If you notice, the Adventurer Rank is 4. It came by quite a few names in the guild - yes, since I became an adventurer, I just never partied, as a lonely solo adventurer.

"I want to die... I want to die..."

Such a lonely lady swordsman was now crying with a meso in one of the unpopular dark dungeons. The cry so sad is as if it were a maiden attacked by a thug, but it is she who was never attacked by a man when she was born, sleeping in any defenseless outfit, etc.

"Hey, why... Awful, corner, I helped you, but no..."

This is a Rank 4 dungeon called 'Media Ruins'. The hazard level is 4, but the hazard level is also low in the shallow hierarchy, and the trap relationship has been unbundled and removed. Above all, it can be a location close to the capital, Daedalus, where there are still many new adventurers on the run.

She had just helped where such a promising party of newbie adventurers had been pinched surrounded by a small number of monsters.

But it was a mistake that the adventurer boy, who helped the danger spot, accidentally stared at me because it was something that looked a little cool and cute to his liking.

"Hiya, hiya!? Uh-huh. Yeah."

This is the reaction of the boy adventurer, who stared at her for about three seconds.

What the hell kind of monster do you stare at, that you can vomit in just three seconds? Approximately, it is an irrational and extreme reaction far beyond such a level as to be forgiven or not forgiven for a woman, but it is something that, as far as she is concerned, cannot be helped.

Because this is the 'curse' she was born to live in.

"Phew... ha... come on, let's go home today..."

Wearing tears, the female swordsman rises. The figure was reminiscent of a tragic woman ghost who was thrown into a well and killed, a famous suspicion in Daedalus.

Long stretched black hair to the point of crossing your hips. The face peeking through the gap in the flowing forehead is as bloody and blue-white as the undead.

Above all, however, what is scary is the eye with the sharpness and calamity of the blade of curse. The fiercely cleavage eyes stare red brown as rusty as a worn out. White eyes are also running blood somewhere.

If you are stunned with rusty eyes that move with glitter, people and monsters alike run away with a bitter voice if you are about rank 1.

She was such a gloom to the point of morbidity and a figure of decadence.

But if it's simply that form, it's hard to say it's ugly enough to make you nauseous. If you are a woman, your complexion, eyesight and atmosphere can be make-up as much as you want depending on your makeup. If she had a narrow face with a line, or could have had room to transform into a beauty.

But it is the 'curse' that does not allow it. Yes, her curse is this look itself.

It is the essence of her curse that the 'Disgust (Hate)' state anomaly (Bad Status), which has the nature of 'Charm' and the opposite, is activated at all times.

Actual face shaping doesn't really matter. However, the greatest unhappiness is that its appearance coincidentally was the shape in which 'Hate (Hate)' resided. And if the eyes were only slightly different in size, the height of the nose, or, if the lips were swollen differently… I'm sure, 'Hate' would never have resided either.

But once you're cursed, there's no escape no matter how you raise it. In her arduous adventurous life, she has had many, many times, broken eyes, fallen ears, shredded noses, and severe injuries to her face. Even with enough scratches to change his appearance, 'Hate' didn't disappear. Wearing a mask leaks and cannot contain the wrinkles and their effects.

The inescapable curse of 'ugliness'.

No one will know more about appearance, how important it is to people in their interactions, than she does in her skeleton.

So she must have been and always will be alone.

Because her face is cursed. The ugliness of abandoning even my family. You can't have friends or anything, well, you can't want a lover or anything.

Oh, what a sad, unhappy woman.

The ugliest woman in the world.

Her name was Chloe.

There was one man.

The man was always in the herd.

It's impossible to be lonely or abandon the world. Being an adult man already past the boy's age, he cannot live alone. Always, you can't live without relying on someone.

But I would never skip that.

Because he's a scumbag.

"Yabe... I don't have any money..."

It has been a cliché since I was a child.

His father is a bandit, his mother a whore. Without Tombi laying an eagle, he continued on a bottom path similar to his parents.

Alcohol and kusuri are slam preferences. Gambling is a mandatory subject.

Speaking of which, I don't remember anymore whether it was first I bought a woman and graduated virginity, or it was first I sold my body and graduated virginity of a man.

The woman held many, and many men held her.

Weak arms, no magical talent or other shards. But fortunately, he had a good face.

There she was beautiful, mother conceded, fuzzy soft blonde hair and sparkling emerald eyes.

Besides, my mouth turned well.

Is it a father concession who was just a dickhead bandit, flattering to the strong, cursing and murmuring to the weak, and arranging beauty words to those with gold?

Whether he did his liquor store service or a male hooker at a borough store, he was doing really well with his neat appearance and skillful talking.

By the time I had grown up a little while later, I was expected to have that talent and also started serving in a luxury whorehouse in the upper compartment. The fact that some of the guests are small rich merchants, adventurers who have begun to sell their names there, and sometimes have titles.

The money you can make is not comparable to when you lived in Slam Street.

Thus, having built his fortune in the crowd, he began his business, with the ambition of the crowd.

"Yabe... Yabe... Seriously, I don't have any money..."

And business failed brilliantly.

He had no business talent. Apparently, there was only one talent that the black gods had given him, which was alluring to men.

Currently, he escaped through the capital, Daedalus, as well as through the night escape, fleeing the terribly nosy Wolfbeast (Warwolf) debt taking...... at last he had come to the western edge of Daedalus territory where there was nothing, to the village of Iles, and to the unheard of de countryside village.

"Duh, what are you gonna do... you can't even make money for Matomo if it's such a fucking country"

Already, the holdings are running out of money.

If we get this far to the boulder, we'll be able to escape the eyes of the debt taker, but there's no way to do business in a place like this. If the village is too small, it's hard to sell your body. This village has too few people. The absence of a person means that no one would lump him if he did.

"Damn, damn...... dude! Yale, you had another drink! Even though I don't have any customers, I'm doing Chintara, just bring it. Hey!

If he comes under circumstances of no place to go frustration and octagonal blockage, he only knows the means to distract himself from drinking. And there's only one Adventurer's Guild in this Iles Village where you can drink.

"Phew, I'm sorry, it's Yale."

"Damn, slow down, you Baba - hey, don't zero! Don't scratch!? Wait, Cora, Teme, aren't you so fingery or something in there!? Shit, seriously, why is all this busy baba has to serve? This adventurer guild is awesome!!

"Nyah? It's all right, when your grandson is born, let him inherit the guild's billboard daughter."

"I didn't ask you! Enough, just disappear, you messed-up old man!

He incited once and for all to receive from the service of a fairly old cat and beast man a brew that would be his last drink from possession.

Not good. Too first.

At the earliest, I don't know what alcohol tastes like.

I don't have any money anyway. Already, there is no cost of carriage and accommodation left to return to the capital, Daedalus. Because I asked for this ale, I no longer have enough money to even go to the neighbouring village of Quaal.

"Damn... will it be over, in this place..."

I don't want to think this is the end of my life. I am not such a good person to fall into the country. The place I really should be is a sparkling world, like that fancy whorehouse.

The tiny self-esteem just showed the illusions of the past, and he didn't think of anything as a way to open it.

Outside there is a blue sky that leads out, with a refreshing early summer breeze. In the long idle early summer countryside, which currently refrained from festivals over the summer, he was now rightly stood at Seto's whether or not to drown.

"Ha... I want to die..."

It was turning bright white in his head, the hallucinations he heard or the voice of his heart again?

No, the dark voice that seemed to annihilate me just to hear it was a woman's thing.

Looks like someone was visiting the Guild's booze stand. Well, I'm not a rock adventurer, such as a guy who comes to an adventurer's guild in the middle of the day like this.

"... Ugh!?

The moment I look up and see the visitor without anything, I'm about to throw up.

Wait, calm down, I'm not drinking enough to throw up. I'm strong for booze. That's what I said, and I somehow enjoyed the raw ale coming back.

Lie down on his face, calm his nausea, and finally, he realized.

"Ko, this feeling, no doubt... that woman..."

I've seen it once before. It is well remembered that the inflexible guardsmen in black were standing in tears to prevent them from entering the luxury whorehouse where they were serving, grabbing and strangling gold coins.

Rumors had been heard. The best Dobbs in the world. Ugly enough to throw up. Cursed woman.

The fact that she tried to buy a man was limitless. And then I drove all that stuff to the loss of male function, virgin, man kill.

That's why she's a hell of a woman to name at the head of the whorehouse blacklist.

"But a lonely swordsman who rose to Rank 4 in solo..."

Real as an adventurer's strength.

In the capital, Daedalus, I wanted to buy a man a large one, but as her damage expanded, I stopped listening to him squeamish from one time or another about whether he had finally given up. Afterwards, I remember being told by a guest adventurer that he seemed more like a trained cleric challenging the desolation of risking his life than an adventurer's appraisal, who kept himself silently challenging the dungeon every day.

I mean, she's got the money.

"No, no, you can't..."

Do you see it as a duck bearing an onion or as a dragon protecting treasure?

Until you risk a man's life, is it worth the challenge? He was troubled.

"But... no, wait... but..."

I was troubled by the troubles.

That's how I finally take my English break. It was, let's just say, the most masculine decision of his life.

"- Um, excuse me if I'm wrong, my lady, but maybe it's that rank four adventurer, Chloe, isn't it?

"Huh - ha!? Ha-ha!?

Direct view, its cursed appearance. Straight from the front, look away, straight, stare.

"Is that, after all, real? Wow, it's amazing, seriously touching to meet a rumored Chloe who's a lonely swordsman in a place like this!

endured.

I've taken a lot of customers so far, and the experience has come alive.

No, if that's about all you can do about it, this woman hasn't done anything and her name won't be on the blacklist.

Yes, this is nothing more than God's blessing.

I'm sure I have the power to withstand the skank's curse.

"If it's good, can I talk to you for a second -?

"Hih!? No, ah, eh, eh!?

Pinch a small round table and lower your hips to her front on your own.

"Oh, I'm sorry - you didn't even name it yet, did you? Me..."

Come on, a generation, it's the beginning of a battle.

"- Liliental is good. Nice to meet you!

Thus, the two met.

Anyone wanted love, Chloe.

Whatever. I wanted the money, Liliental.

It may be said that the two were bound as early as possible and inevitably.

Chloe scattered her virginity within the day she met him. It was such a thirsty first experience of the memorial, but at some point it was white in my head and I don't remember anything. When did you take off your clothes, when did you get into bed, when did you, did you tear them?

But the high beat, which was so intense that my heart was about to break, and the hot fullness I felt throughout my body, were firmly engraved in my head, no, in my body, as an overnight memory.

Chloe had never been better off alive than she was at this time.

Liliental, on the other hand, never regretted that it was better to die than at this time.

Or maybe he died once. I decided to dope with the nasty couscous I had hidden, and somehow I held this cursed woman. Though it is a liriental of a hundred wars and smells when it comes to sex, an evening with Chloe has been hell enough to make you seem to play with the hardships and so on.

But that hell also ends at dawn.

Lirientar was planning to take a lot of money from Chloe for a night's service and head to other urban areas.

"Whoa, whoa, please, Lili... but just a little more... with me..."

"No, Muri! Seriously, I'm really murky already, Chloe!?

But it was only natural that Chloe should be asked to:

Chloe, who has lived in solitude, is more choosy than any woman I've ever met. I can easily drop Liliental's beauty and lack of speech just by speaking up. Because she's hungrier for love than anyone else in the world.

If you get involved with a woman like that, you're absolutely sure to get caught up in it. Liliental had known the ugly passion of a woman well since she was a child... but with the money running out, all she could see was the immediate benefit. I mean, I had no idea how I was going to break up with Chloe.

"I'll pay you... for whatever... hey Lili, if it's for you, I..."

My eyes are serious. When this happens to a woman, she doesn't stop saying anything anymore.

If this is just a woman, I'll just have to hit her with "Uh-oh - shut up"... Yes, Chloe is a Rank 4 adventurer, a lonely swordsman.

If you can hit me upside down, it's a Liliental or something that's just a good guy. No, you didn't get slashed with a sword. So if you get pushed down in bed again, that's all you'll die for. Liliental's curse resistance was, at the earliest, limiting.

"... Hey, Chloe, about me, do you love me?

"Hmm!? Oh, oh, oh, oh, no, eh!?

"You seriously love me? Or is it just your body you're looking for?

"Oh, I love you! I love you, me, about Lili, I really love you!!

Well, then I guess so. Cursed face, the ugliest woman in the world. That piece of crap, longing for a people-like romance, burning, not wishing, came through so badly yesterday when I dictated in a liquor store.

I told such a woman I enjoyed chatting to her and loved her for another night - and now I can't possibly fall in love with her. It wasn't complacency, it was a pure fact.

"Well, if you're so serious... fine, you can hang out with him"

"What, uh..."

"Except for one condition."

Lilienthal came up with measures to regenerate death at the earthquake.

"There's a fairy forest near this village." What dungeon?

That's a rumor I've heard around here recently.

"There, in the place where the fairies live, the Fountain of Light. Come on, you have the fairy clan's awesome treasure. I don't know what it is, but the Big Magic Equipment (Artifact) class sounds serious."

"... but maybe... you want it?

"Yeah, I want it. You can go out with me, Chloe, if you want me to."

Push an unscrupulous request on the adventurer to kill him.

Its too classic method was, however, valid even in modern times.

"Heh, heh... heh... heh... heh, okay? Hey, really, that's it, okay?

"That's a good call! I'm gonna put that treasure back in my hands and seriously make you happy about Chloe!

Just no push, Liliental hugged Chloe.

The fragrance of a cute woman, tickling her nose with fuzz. But the effect of the curse, which erodes even just by touching it, kills all the charm of Chloe's woman.

"Yeah, I got it... I got it, Lili"

Chloe took Liliental's request (quest). The reward is love. You deserve to risk your life, the best reward.

As an adventurer, as a woman, I couldn't possibly not have taken it.

"Lili, thank you...... thank you for loving me"

The last time I said that, Chloe left.

"... haha, she's a dumb bitch and saved my ass"

I'll never see you again.

Liliental left the village of Iles with a bag full of gold coins, a reward for one night.