Kuro no Maou

Think of it, it was only once when you came down the stairs to the basement to look down. I was now on my way to the hidden basement upstairs of this mansion, that is, Fiona's Witch Workshop.

What stands up is a slightly rusty iron door. Of course, it's locked. If this is just an iron door, it can be broken in with force, but Fiona has already rigged the door to be reinforced multiple times. For a witch, a workshop is a laboratory that excels in witchcraft, a factory that creates a variety of medicines and magic items, and a vault that holds the magic and numerous precious materials that she has knitted. It is only natural to tightly consolidate in order to preserve the magical secrets and property.

It's about Fiona, so it's no surprise that someone who breaks through a door and tries to force it into it activates a level of blast trap that blows the whole mansion up.

And I don't have the skills to unlock the elusive trap that a genius witch would have set up. A bandit familiar with the trap, a magician familiar with the magic, would require knowledge and skill for two to disarm.

I'm not going to expose her private life, so there's nothing wrong with not being able to open it, but I just needed to use this place this time.

"Uh, how to disarm -"

And Fiona was teaching Vivian how to open the door, as if she knew in advance that I needed her workshop.

The method is simple. Just put your hands on the door and chant the keywords.

"Fiona, I love you"

Crisp, and heavy metal, the lock opens. At the same time, even though it had not yet been pressed, when the door had been opened alone, a boggling red fire lit the lamp in a dark basement with no light whatsoever.

Wow, the doors and lighting are completely automatic.

Impressed that Fiona's magic was catching up with modern science and technology, I stepped into the witch's workshop.

"It's pretty normal in there."

It's a nice, tidy room, like nothing unpleasant. The large shelves lined up are separated precisely by material, tools, magic books, and type, respectively. There are also planters in the corners of the room, planted with colorful little flowers and cactus-like plants. You were capturing Vivian, and the empty birdcage was also hanging from the ceiling.

And the most witchy equipment would be a giant cauldron provided in the back of the room. I don't even have to think about what would happen if I burned a large cauldron in a Chamber like this so that I could even get in, but I guess I'm magically taking good care of that area as well.

The fact that this is a finished workshop is somewhat predictable, but I don't feel this kind of disastrous or horrible signs. It doesn't smell special or bloody.

When I came down to see it, my blackening had sealed my resentment, but in the first place it was a cursed mansion, and the basement filled with the darkest resentment, even ordinary people should remember the signs of frigidity.

But now I don't feel anything at all. Quiet, disturbing signs of curse, they don't make you feel at all. That's the other way around. It's as if even the resentment of the curse is killing the signs, fearing the Lord of the room. At least, I guess Fiona is not only blackening me, but adding something to make this workshop the best environment for herself.

"Okay, after all, it looks fine here"

The training I'm going to do is talk to the curse weapon.

This prompted a conversation with Miriam, who resides in "The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)," realizing the possibility of using the fourth guardian, "The Demon King of Love (Overecstasy)," to communicate his will directly with the curse. If I had a deeper understanding of the nature of the curse, I would be able to draw as much strength as I can for it.

But of course, it was dangerous. Even though, if you touch the curse, people go crazy. In fact, I've also seen him crazy about the curse. No matter how resistant or fit I am, there are limits.

It's too dangerous to try somehow. When it comes to "Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)," should I say I was lucky? That was Miriam's own desire to use it, which is why she accepted me.

There are many different types of curses. It's something you don't realize what you resent, what you're cursing, or that you're crazy enough to be a curse. So if you're the type of person who wants a user, like Sheep or Miriam, there's room for talk, but you can't help but resent and curse and destroy everything in this world, a curse of devastating will, you'll reject me and erode my spirit. If you hit that, fulfill it, and how far can you prevent it in The Demon King of Love (Overecstasy)? It was still too dangerous to talk directly with the curse, even without going to frenzy, given the risk of mental sequelae remaining.

But even if there is some risk now, we need strength.

The opponent is Lily. It also has far stronger abilities than she I know. Perhaps now Lily is comparable to the Apostle.

You have to capture her alive, not kill her like that. In my power now, it's just too reckless.

Let's get started.

Lily and Fiona, let's get them both. Don't be half-hearted and ready. So this is a trial that I imposed on myself. If you can't get over it, you don't deserve to love them.

"Come on," Absolutely. "" Break your neck. ""

From my shadow lit by the lamp, there is no sound and a wave of giant violin appears. A truly disastrous blade of curse that runs like a blood vessel with a crimson line on a pitch-black body. Its name is "Absolute Grievance" "Neck Break" ". She's the first weapon of curse I've ever had, the longest, and most dependable partner.

Well, what shall we talk from?

Again, when I think about it, I worry about how to cut it out.

"Whatever. I have nothing to hide from you. -" The Demon King of Love (Overecstasy) "

As always, I grabbed the pattern in order to touch her heart.

Sucking on your hands, rather than feeling integrated with your arms. Light. Up to the tip of the blade, as if the nerves were passing through.

It feels ideal as a sword, but it's still not enough. This alone does not extend to Lily.

I want power. I want more of your help.

"How can I make you stronger"

Tell me.

The thought should be conveyed through a gripping pattern.

Whether or not you would respond to the call would depend on a 'neck break' - Zokri, with a chill running on his spine, his arm waved.

"Whoa!?

Running up with shaking, will of curse. Chaotic but pure madness, mixed with killing, death, slaughter, such, intense killing intentions and malice. It's the first thought I felt when I gripped it.

Usually the blackening suppresses this te consciousness. If you're a normal person, dangerous things that just feel this willingness and don't provoke you, especially the resentment of "neck slitting" after two evolutions, are so dense that they can't be compared to the first "Tsukuba". No matter how much I am, if I keep listening to the curse all day, I'll go crazy.

That's why it's a wack that's suppressing it with blackening. Basically, the use of the curse weapon is just how far you can withstand curse erosion. My blackening is just excellent at how it endures.

But that can't be all. Simply suppress it unilaterally, dominate it, and wield it, you can't draw real power.

If you don't reach ahead of this cursed madness, you can't touch the sincerity of "Absolute Grievance" "Neck Break" (Canojo).

"- Eh, finally, it fits"

Shivering stops. I guess I had more of a mental shock than I thought. With a good sense of fatigue, I noticed that my whole body was coated with sweat.

But this is not the end. This is where it comes from.

I feel it. I'm about to touch my 'neck slit' will now.

The wax in my hand grew sharply heavy. As it looks, no, a tremendous sense of weight, as if it were a huge chunk of steel more than that.

Red light on the black blade. Even if the appearance remains the same, I can tell. Now, since the first time I gripped it, my blackening, which has been layered on top of each other, has been solved.

"Come on, respond"

How can I be stronger? I'll be able to use you.

"... ch"

I heard you, little woman's voice.

Don't let go of me, it's the same voice you heard when you picked me up at the Stratos blacksmith.

Fulfilling, is she a village daughter crazy about love, the original user, or is she a newborn curse, like a sheep?

It doesn't matter either way. No matter who you are, no matter how bad you are, you're still my partner.

"Chi... sagello... omaeno, chi, sagello"

The sounding voice in my head is a truly cursive dialogue. I'm gonna sue you for giving me my blood.

"What, is that okay?"

That's so cute. Please. I didn't know blood was good, not life.

"Speaking of which, even if you had sucked the blood of a crusader soldier and Fiona on a monster, you didn't have mine."

Maybe the first person who should give her blood was me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize. If you want my blood, I'll give it to you. Drink as much as you like."

With no hesitation whatsoever, I pulled my left wrist with a blade of bamboo.

Blood sprays up - it should be, but the blade of rice eaten into my wrist is snug enough to suck on it perfectly, and not a drop of blood comes zero. I see, sure, they're sucking. I feel the blade absorbing blood directly from the blood vessels on my broken wrist.

Dokun, Dokun, and while pulsating, my body sipped my blood.

"... ugh"

Surprisingly, I wake up. If I'd known, I'd have fallen on a cold floor.

It's happening. Without realizing it at all, he seemed to have passed out.

"My head flutters...... pretty much looks like you've been sucked off"

Maybe if I were a normal person, I'd have been sucked on blood as much as I'd been dried. All I have to do is make up for what I've lost by making up for it.

In my healing magic, "Flesh Supplement," I merely block the wound by sticking a jelly magic substance close to the flesh, but now that I have the sixth protection, it is possible to make this "Flesh Supplement" a quality even closer to the real body. This is more about the ability of the 'Demon King of the Sea (Overblood)' than just using pseudo-water attributes.

If you're proficient, you'll likely be able to regenerate the flesh itself... but now, it's full of blood to make.

But it makes a lot of sense to be able to recover 'blood' by magic yourself, which has no other technique to make up for than transfusion if it is lost. Even with some injuries, if you have magic, you don't have to worry about losing blood, so it's advantageous in long wars where you don't want to replenish.

For once, from being safe in this way, I was able to prove that the blood made by magic is not just a substitute, like saline, but also reproduces the blood cell components, including proper red blood cells. You've proven your life's worth.

Anyway, I'm the healing magic that creates this blood, right, let's simply name it 'hematopoietic (bloodmaker)'.

Because I can do this, I was able to get the 'neck slit' to breathe blood economically.

"So, how are you feeling, lady?"

Watching "Absolute Grievance" "Neck Break", standing still and floating on my shadow.

The answer is not coming back. Because you didn't grip the pattern? No, apparently she's silent, so even if she held it, she wouldn't have answered.

"Good, for one thing, have you been satisfied"

I stood up and grabbed the pattern again and it was back to its usual light feel.

The blackening is not applied. Still, being able to feel this lightness would mean my blood has tamed me.

Even before, it was as comfortable to use as it had been integrated with my hands, but that was a story in the blackened Ariki. If Absolutely Grievance "Neck Break" accepted me, I don't need to blacken it at the earliest. Instead of leaving it to the amount of black magic to wrap it up, giving it its own blood should assimilate, synchronize and do it at a higher level with my body in the true sense.

Now, as for how effective that would be... to the boulder, I can't try it on this occasion right now.

"Deal with Avalon's ghost knight, let's try it out"

One more piece of fun. Well, if you're the bloodless undead opponent, she doesn't seem very satisfied.

"So, what's next… to be 'the worst meal' or 'the Horned Grave'"

I'm a little worried about which one I'm going to be next as I sink "Absolutely Grieving" "Neck Break" back into the shadows again.

I don't know how long I've been passed out. But since Simon hasn't come to call yet, it's not like it's already been five days.

I knew it, but when this seems to go on, it's tough. Perhaps neither "Extremely Bad Food" nor "Horned Grave" can be a glimmer. You have to imitate your mind, your body, and your life again and again.

"Phew, if it bothers you enough, suppose to go in order"

When it comes to my second weapon of curse, rightly so, "Basilicik's Bone Needle," he lost it when he fought Sariel at the Daedalus Wall. So speaking of being my number two right now...

"What's up, come out, sheep?"

If you call it, somewhere shy, only black glove fingertips peek through the shadows.

Usually, I'm about to fly in two joyful and courageous replies, but this is the kind of reaction... after all, I guess I care.

"Sorry, sheep. I'm worried about you, too."

I broke my knee and grabbed the gloves that were sinking into the shadows and hiding from me and soaked them up.

Is there resistance, the gloves are like fish in their hands with Uneune, but it won't be a wack they really hate? If she's serious, she's going wild with 'Demon Hands (Bind Arts)'.

"Even I'm like a shell out, you took care of me. Thanks."

I don't want to look like that anymore. I'll do my best to be your proud husband.

As such, I had sheep in my hands with the Black Chain Curse "Iron Cage".

"Ugh... Your husband, aren't you angry already?

Thanks to the fitting, I can hear the sheep.

"I'm not mad. It was my fault."

that he was forcibly repatriated to Sparda. If sheep were just following my wagamama, chasing Fiona... halfway through, I'd just caught up, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything. No, I can't even catch up in the first place. It didn't mean anything, it didn't do anything, it just went down in the streets of Avalon like a fool.

"So, Sheep, can I take care of your husband again?

When I got back to the mansion, Simon and I were baking care of me, but Sheep were obviously at a distance from me. The only time you come near me is when you carry me. For the rest of my life, I worked without showing up.

Given how she feels about choosing to do so herself, it makes me feel like I can tighten my chest.

"Oh, I need you. Will you keep helping me?"

"Oh, my, my, my husband!!

Wow, with a huge buzz, bwa! and rapidly brunette tentacles burst out of the glove.

"Whoa!?

I'm a little freaked out by the momentum and quantity. I got tangled up as it was, for a moment, but a huge amount of tentacles wave with Uneune, turning into huge chunks in front of me.

It becomes a giant cocoon, knitted with dark hair.

When I had trouble reacting to what the hell was going on, the black cocoon broke, as the butterfly hatched.

"Wow, your husband!

A small figure pops out of the cocoon, screaming with a kink and a tall voice echoing in his ear.

Yes, Sole did, he was human shaped.

Bright white skin dazzling, young girl naked. Black super long hair, meticulous and glossy, more pronounced than anything else, in black eyes that emit a childish pure glow.

Such a girl called me her husband and held me.

"Sheep, I will always, never, ever, ever be beside your husband, so sooo!

"Become!? Sheep, what is it, what is it that makes you look like a person..."

I'm gonna cry when I cling to my hips disappointingly. I just think this kid, no matter where he looks from, is a sheep. Her face is already familiar to me because I saw it in LastRose's dreams, and more recently, I used the features of the 'Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)' head display to appeal to existence by showing my face up in vain.

I can't see it differently, it's the sheep's appearance as someone I know...... this is the first time I've ever appeared in reality as a living body.

"Ha!? Ko, this is...... sheep, sometime, it is true!?

"No, your true appearance would be a glove"

Apparently, sheep didn't realize they were becoming biological flesh themselves. You mean unconsciously, turned into this figure?

The warmth and softness through which the blood tide passes can be felt from the sheep's body, which is hugging her all the time. With both hands gently, even if I touch my luxurious shoulders, it still conveys a feeling that I can only think of as a person's flesh.

"Oh, the thought of Sheep's husband did a miracle!

"... I see you're making your body with the same principles as your body for slime"

Beside a sheep screaming like a dreamy maiden, I calmly realize who she is.

Pride gems rolled out their bodies for imitating people's appearances, and up to the chaossic rim, they were creating exquisite minutes of bodies that reproduced the exact same appearance. Thanks to my sixth protection, I was able to handle pseudo-water attributes, allowing me to freely manipulate liquid magic substances very similar to slime.

If you can create a slime, naturally, you can reproduce its pseudo abilities as well.

I hadn't tried this kind of ability at all yet because what matters in the sixth blessing is the ability to heal... but I had no idea that sheep would form a shape of their will.

"Wow, it's amazing, your husband! With this body, sheep will serve your husband more, uh-huh."

"Wow, don't, Sheep, Sole is seriously fucked!

I'm really anxious for the sheep to rub their bodies glossy. Sheep's appearance is a beautiful girl with dark hair, and her age is a little younger than Ursula's, but if she is still naked and embraced and thrilled, it's not something she enjoys. I'm not a lollicon, but maybe, more likely, not a lollicon, but I'm not used enough to being done like this to stay calm.

"Sheep, at last, true service as a maid, lift the ban!

"Wait, seriously, don't do that, I'm not asking you, just get away from me once - yeah, don't tangle your hair!

I snap my hands and legs together, and I pull off the sheep that move their long black hair and goose at me. Damn, you sheep, you're using people's flesh early.

"Mm-hmm, sir, I can't connect"

Who gets caught like that, Bear? Too dangerous in many ways.

But then again... Sheep's body can only flourish as a real human girl. Just because the contents are slime-type magic matter, the body is not a thin, clear wax, or a wax that roughly mimics the human form. It's spotless, slippery white skin, and it reproduces nails, heso, clavicle lines, and the human body perfectly. I only say strange things when I open them, because in them there are beautiful white teeth and little tongues peeking. In the body, how far is it reproduced?

I care a lot, but not if I care about that now. I mean, me, it wouldn't be a good idea to seriously observe sheep naked.

"In the meantime, will you go back to the way you were"

"Ya."

He is the husband who can be rejected by the maid on a fast track.

Well, sheep don't want to let go so easily because they seem so happy to have gotten this body.

From the signs of magic, it's not light enough density to let it out, pull it in, or make it easier. Even now, I realize that my body's magic is losing quite a bit.

They consume a lot of magic in building sheep's flesh. If you break down and put it back together, you won't be able to restore all the magic you've stuck with. Early in the day, it is also a story that disappears.

"Okay, well, get dressed first. Or couldn't you make clothes?

"Um, I don't know. Oh, but if you use your hair..."

Let the brunette snap and the sheep wrap their hair tips around their hands and feet. The thin hair then comes knitted up in a cloth shape, completing the gloves covering the arms and the socks covering the legs.

"Huh, what is it!

To show off, grand Jen royalty.

How did you make gloves and socks first? There will be a part to hide first, as a girl.

"Okay, that's enough"

I took off my feathered robe and put it on my sheep while sliding away from my sparingly exposed young limbs.

"Wow!

"In the meantime, go upstairs and look at your clothes appropriately. It may be a little big, but if it's Sariel's clothes, you won't be able to wear it."

"Mmm, I feel comfortable borrowing Sally's clothes on my own as a maid of honor -"

He's the one who cares about the details of the curse. Even though it's a pseudo, now that you've got a body of people, you seem to be a real person at last.

"I'll buy sheep's maid clothes later, and I'll make up for Saliel's, so don't worry about wearing them."

"Yes."

You convinced me for a second, Sheep flipped a long dark hair and my big robe and left the basement running chocolate chocolate.

"Ha... I'm so tired."

It feels like something totally unexpected happened.

Well, the sheep were thrilled, and even for me, the unintentional opening up of new magical possibilities, so I guess the results were good...

"... no way, they won't even materialize"

Let's be careful next time.

Stiff and close to my heart, I summoned the next weapon of curse.