Kuro no Maou

Neverland is a small country in the northwest of the Pandora continent. Beyond the rugged mountains and beyond the vast forest zone, on top of the secluded area finally reached, the small country with a closed attitude was, however, famous on the Pandora continent.

Kingdom at night. As an undead country, ruled by vampires (vampires).

"Carr!!

A large western hall stands on the banks of a quiet lake, lit by the moonlight. From there, the screams of a raucous young maiden echo.

I can't help it. In front of the girl who raised that cry, now rightly, because the neck of a raucous young woman had been severed and massive amounts of blood erupted, which only seemed lethal.

"Hehe, I have nothing to fear"

The boy, who showers of blood and dyes his bright white luxurious body red, said that, smiling with real satisfaction at the screaming girl's reaction.

"Oh, my God... I can't believe you killed people so easily..."

With a large grain of tears at the edge of her eyes, the girl could only name the goddess of faith. That would be irresistible, too. She's still running, the new American cleric girl.

A sharp knife, it is also very unhealing with the slightest healing magic repaired, such as a wound with a large, ripped neck, with a terrible blade that clearly gives signs of curse.

The cleric girl prayed with her trembling hands together beside a beautiful looking woman of her age, who had been decapitated and fell on her back.

"Don't be dramatic, she's already been welcomed as my family"

As soon as the bloody boy said so, the woman's body bounced big with a bicum.

"Hiy!? Ugh, lie, no... I can't believe it's going to be undead so soon..."

He is a cleric, but is therefore familiar with the ecology against undead monsters, which can also be considered a lodging enemy. That's why she's breathtaking at the sight that goes against common sense that it's impossible to come back as an undead right after she's killed.

"To the owner of the taste of blood that satisfies my tongue, I respect it and thus make it my family"

When the boy raised his hand suddenly, the woman who defiled her body with her own blood flooded out of her neck, as if she had not had all the pain of the wound or the fear of death, just graciously stepped back as the veteran's maid smiled with a gentle smile.

She has already turned into a slave (ghoul), predominantly a blood-sucking vampire.

"Oh, my god, that's nasty! What are you doing with people's lives?"

"Oh, even so. Human life, especially, human life, is weak. Even if you do nothing, in only sixty years, you will be old and dead... but if you become my thing, its youthfulness, beauty and strength can last as they are"

Behind the boy, who proudly spreads his hands, stands many men and women.

Women are beautiful to everyone and range from luscious beauties to poor girls. Men also have luxurious beautiful boys who are confused with women from big men like muscular successful warriors.

They are all ghouls controlled by boys. And the woman who had just been decapitated, she just joined them.

"Hehe, this is the first time I've sucked the blood of a cleric... hope you're relieved, in my view, first of all, no doubt, you're a 'pass'"

From the mouth of a boy who grins gently as mercifully, two sharp fangs peek. That is a testament to vampires (vampires) that are so easy to understand no more.

And last if you look at those fangs. Bloodthirsty, horrible monsters necessarily stick their fangs out at their prey.

"Yah! Caaaaaaaaaaaaa"

The second scream was cancelled, however, by a sudden and resounding roar.

Bang! and splashed on wood edge dust, both open doors.

What jumped in was the corpse of a soldier with an armor helmet, whose torso was broken in two. He was a vampire knight, protecting this western hall.

"An uninvited guest? Fine, some surprises like that will cheer up the blood feast"

The gaze of the boy, who leaked a knuckle and a grin, was directed at the man who would step on the sole and come into the room dignified, not at the subordination or anything else that had died in two.

"You're Zeldras Van Belmont."

He was a big man with bright red hair. The voice is quiet, but heavy, and unspeakable and intimidating. But more than that, the glittering golden eyes emitted such overwhelming eyesight that they constricted the beholder.

"Anyway, I'm Zeldras, this Neverland prince."

Zeldras Van Belmont was brought to life in the world as a prince, succeeding this terribly quiet kingdom of the night. Everyone blessed the orthodox blood muscle and his birth, which was born with the power of strong protection.

But whatever the reason, whether it was because of its birth, or the effect of its protection, or its innate temperament, Zeldras turned ten and drowned in the pleasure of blood.

Vampires, by no means every day, are weak creatures who should not live without breathing live blood. It is not for the preservation of life that they breathe blood, but for power.

Blood sucked directly from a living person, with his fangs up. And if it is the strong, the beautiful, the noble, the beloved of God, it gives even stronger power to the vampire.

The increase in power caused by that bloodsucking is said to be better than any pleasure in the world.

Even in Neverland, a vampire country, the practice of sucking blood directly from people is publicly forbidden. Even a royal nobleman is not a wacko that he may cast his fangs upon a people who go on a whim. If you are strong and analogous, bloodsucking is regarded as a close treatment to sexual activity, basically with a specific opponent and as something to keep secret.

But if we can curb the bloodsucking impulse by simply being rational or moral, we're not a big deal of a vampire in the first place.

Vampires who make a name for themselves in history had a terrible and atrocious episode in which everyone wanted more blood.

Zeldras also began to follow a path full of blood thirst, as if to capture the legend of his own god, the Grand Duke of Blood Lore.

Every night, a blood feast that opens. A selection of beautiful men and women have been chosen from the country to go under the bloodthirsty prince. But Zeldras, who was no longer satisfied with mere tribute, caught this one with his eyes, and sought blood. Even if it came from outside the country.

The priest girl here is nothing more than a pathetic victim, so grabbed by Zeldras.

And that's the same with the strange red-haired man who showed up this way, again.

"I've been treading on my mansion without permission. Is there a reason for that?

Rather than blame, Zeldras stares at the intruder man with a delightful floating face such as having no choice but to look forward to it.

"I'll have that child back"

"Oh, was this cleric girl with you... then you should join me, be my thing"

A royal pureblood (True Vampire), he spotted the man's qualities at a glance.

Because of his forged large body and the rugged face of a warrior in the war, most people will not know that he is a fourteen-year-old boy who is not yet an adult. But Zeldras, who is confident in the aesthetic eye that identifies his prey, can tell at a glance.

Important in the taste of a man's blood is his youth and strength. He's a superb prey.

"If you stand in the way, slay"

"I want both her and you. If you give a little blood and become my family, that beauty, youthfulness, strength, everything as it is, will last longer than you can think of in a fragile person -"

"I'm not going to talk to you. Give it back or be slashed, choose."

A man's hand is finally put on the pattern of the great sword he carried. I just gripped it. Even so, there is no end to the war that springs from it.

"I don't hate being strong, okay?"

Vampires who grabbed a girl to suck blood. The man who came to get her back. From Hannah, there can't be room for negotiation. Fighting between the two can be called fate.

"From what I've seen, you're a swordsman. And it will mean swordsmen more than I have a knife in my hand, too. Then I'll take the courtesy of asking you what your name is."

Words that are not in my heart, words that are nothing but jokes that have no shards of pride, but nevertheless, as I was told, I named them. The red-haired man is a true swordsman, but he is late.

My name is Leonhardt Tristan Sparda.

That's how Zeldras lost to King Sparda, no, Leonhardt, who was still a prince at the time.

It was a fierce war. The battle lasted until the dawn of night, when Leonhardt's sword pierced Zeldras' heart, the mansion was brilliantly completely destroyed and the shores of the beautiful lake were completely turned into wasteland.

"You are the prince of this country, so I will not kill you"

However, that is all I have left to say, Leonhardt, though a worn out body, took a cleric girl and walked away quietly.

In the agony of death and neighborhood, which completely destroyed his heart and could somehow hold his life back because of the protection of lore, Zeldras could only drop Leonhardt's back off in his bloody sight as he left.

That's Zeldras' first defeat in his life.

I did everything I could. Even with all the power of divine protection, so loved by God, it did not reach Leonhardt's sword.

The power of blood just lost to the sword.

That fact changes Zeldras.

"... I want to be strong"

I thought so.

From the bottom of my heart, I began to think so.

What strength is.

For the first time, I took it seriously.

"From today on I... am a swordsman (Samurai)"

And if you notice, until now, you've only treated me like a toy, with only a curse knife in your hand, out of the country.

Abandoning the real name Zeldras, beloved by "The Grand Duke of Blood Lore," and leaving the royal name Belmont behind in the country, he became just Rudra.

Rudra, who stopped breathing blood, quickly lost her power. All I have is power as a luxurious boy, as it seems.

At the earliest there was no inherent magic (extra) left to manipulate blood and shadows without the superhuman power that vampires boasted. Holding it in its hand, what a heavy thing about a knife.

By the time you get the power of the crowd, five years.

Ten years to gain strength as a regular swordsman.

After fifteen years of fighting only as an adventurer and just as a swordsman, I finally reach the realm of veterans.

And it took another decade for his strength to be recognized as an armed swordsman and for that name to come to pass.

It was really very recently that I reached masterclass skill and became famous as' Rudra the Zhu Knife 'in the back world as a caution stick for bandits and gangsters.

Worldwide, I became strong enough as a swordsman. But the strength we seek lies further ahead.

By hitting the wall for the first time I also saw Rudra as a master, I met Chrono when I started having new strength problems again......

Things gained in the fight against him are huge. The master's wall also saw a light that seemed almost crossable. It turned into certainty after the Galahad war.

I can be strong. As a swordsman.

Finally, we can catch up with Leonhardt, who lost that night forty years ago.

Fairy Lily. If you conquered the battle against this uninterrupted monster, both Chrono and Fear, it was only then - and that's where Rudra abandoned being Samurai.

For righteousness.

There is repentance.

For my people.

It's a shame.

An act that attributes to nothing all the efforts that have been built up so far.

I heard the voice of God when I had just left the country and was only a meagre or weak boy.

"Suck the blood."

Days that became the strength of the crowd, and on top of being so painful that blood seeps through, I repeated authentic foundation workouts like crazy without any fun.

"If you breathe blood, it'll be easier"

After gaining the least amount of strength as a swordsman and challenging junior monster opponents to battle, he was dying.

"If you breathe blood, you can be strong"

Stronger. As a swordsman, the name came to pass. "Rudra the Zhu Knife," he hated, and to the point where some work was asked of him by name, he came up and stuck.

"If you breathe blood, you can go further"

On the wall of masters, repeated trials and errors, no matter how recent, nevertheless, God kept talking.

"If you breathe blood, you can go over it. If you breathe blood, you transcend everything."

Every night, every night, God whispers to Rudra.

"Suck the blood, suck the blood - sip the blood"

I could stand the temptation of God. It should have been, and always will be, bearable. Or maybe that patience is the pride that makes Rudra a swordsman.

I just threw it all away.

"Raise my heart. Black rain. Red Shizuku. The kingdom sinks into the sea of blood -" The Grand Duke of Blood Lore ""

Just one drop, the taste of blood touching my tongue runs through my body like a thunderbolt.

Was it delicious? I felt there was an incomparable difference between the taste of the flavor on the far side of my memory and the taste of the blood that now spreads in my mouth.

To the body of a vampire dried up by thirst, the flavor of bloodthirsty blood gives us an uninterrupted sense of comfort, almightiness and, above all, strength.

But I'm sure that's not the only reason for hunger.

Rudra drank Krono's blood.

Heroic blood, with two names: Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker). His power is already, I don't need to talk about it. So, he's only eighteen years old.

Not so many beings have combined youthfulness and strength so far. One in ten years, one in a hundred years, or maybe just one in those days.

Yes, Chrono's blood is the only substitute for vampires.

Rudra understands everything the moment she mouths it.

Yeah, if you breathe blood like this, even a curse weapon will evolve. I can truly feel the meaning of "Blood Sucking Princess" Zhu Dye "evolving into" Blood Sucking Princess "Black Color".

Same for myself.

Power returns. Strong, beautiful, God loves and deserves a vampire prince, resurrected.

No, this body, revived by the blood of Chrono, dwelt in a mighty power far beyond that day forty years ago.

"Thank you, Chrono, it tasted great in my life"

The world seemed different.

At the end of his training, he thought he was gaining a sharp perceptual ability as a swordsman at one end… so vividly, the world is reflected in Rudra's eyes that it is incomparable with that.

"Rudra, who are you?

For the first time in too much transformation, Lily the boulder can't seem to hide her surprise either.

But even from her present self, who maximized her abilities as a pureblood species (True Vampire), her figure is yet, mighty.

Resurrect true power, receive the protection of God alone, and for the first time, rise to the same mound as Lily.

"My name is Zeldras Van Belmont. kingdom of the night, is the first prince of Neverland"

If you're going to fight the fairy princess on an equal footing, you can't match yourself if you're going to be a vampire prince.

"Oh, yeah, that... I can't believe you were that Neverland prince"

Against Rudra, who unleashes the beauty and prestige that the immortal royal family deserves, Lily completely erases her feelings of surprise, returning herself with a smile as elegant as the queen.

"Now, it's pitiful to rely on things that I threw away a long time ago - but still, I have thoughts that I have to fulfill now."

"Hehe, how wonderful, beautiful. Chrono has a really good friend."

The smile is turned around. Lily wears a cold, cruel, faceless mask. No, I'm sure smiling is the mask for her.

Because the true face of a fairy princess named Lily must be merciless, ruthless, ruler everywhere.

"- That's why I'll cut everything off. All of Chrono's edges have to be cut off in these days."

"I won't let you. With all my strength, Lily, let me stop your ruthless ambitions."

Thus began the battle between the ruthlessly frozen fairy princess and the righteously-burning blood-sucking prince.