Kuro no Maou

No one now knows why that became known as the 'Black Forest'. Alongside the elves, the long-lived dark elves also have their closed temperament, leaving their ancient legends and heritage clearer than other races. But as for the origins of this black forest, we have to go back too far to the days of a distant god who went beyond antiquity.

The ominous sounding call. But seeing this deep forest convinced everyone. It's too dark and deep there, as if you peered into the abyss. An infinite corridor of deep greenery, which I suppose will continue to the end of the world - fulfilling, what lurks in its deepest depths.

Behind the Black Forest, never let a man step in.

Although of unknown origin, it is the only code that has been passed down to modern times. And it was undoubtedly the oldest heirloom and the law of absolute compliance in a country called Farren.

Thus, the clan of priests (Druids) who manage the Black Forest stands at the apex of the oldest and most religious organization in Farren.

Black Forest clan, Mistrea.

In Farren, where his own faith dedicated to the gods of the forest lasted longer than in ancient times, the head of Mistrea had influence and wielded power over the king... but it was also a far past story.

In the long history of struggle with nations, including Sparta, a political system was established in modern times, culminating in the King, and the Druid remained with religious authority, with secularism.

Set at the entrance of the Black Forest, the former capital, Morrigan, has long since glory left, and now only inhabited by the Druids who quietly devote their faith to the Forest Gods. In the forest capital, surrounded by silence as if time had stopped, Mistrea just continued to serve the clan's mission of managing the black forest.

And the head of the modern Mistrea was about to face a serious decision to continue his mission.

- Excuse me, Grandpa.

"Um, here you are, Brigitte"

In a small room in the Temple of Morrigan that combines dwellings, the elder Agnor of the clan and his granddaughter Brigitte.

There was a faint sense of tension between the two, knowing that they had already been called in a serious matter confidentially, or without the soothing colloquial conversation between their grandfather and grandson.

"The wind is coming"

"Really... yes, it's time."

No one, such as a listener, dares to use metaphors because of their content. Though grandchildren, the meaning is fully understandable to Brigitte, who is not already a child.

"Or maybe a storm"

"Is that all?"

"I am coming in the name of the king and queen. Those two are still young, but their eyes are sure. I can see how confident I am."

Agnor offered the secret book in his hand. Brigitte, who received it respectfully, takes a breath of ho, then drops her eyes in writing.

Certainly there were the signs of the Phalen royal family and the signature of the king and queen, for two.

Apparently, it's not a joke, it's not a practice, and I don't doubt it's real.

But most importantly, it is the name of just one man, written in a secret book.

"- Chrono."

"I led the Galahad War to victory, a hero of Sparta"

"Rumor has it, we have heard. No way, such a man."

Brigitte's brilliant eyebrows, slight but certainly hissed.

It is not impossible for her to react like that, as one woman, because the kind of rumor is not a hymn of beauty that the hero of the Redemption deserves, but because they are all terribly blood-scented things.

Rumors are often exaggerated, but surely not the earliest, unconventional man, such as "The Black Nightmare Mad Warrior (Nightmare Berserker)" and so on. Just even, you must be a bloodthirsty beast, a true mad warrior, specializing in combat ability. The fact is, otherwise, the medals he launched in the Galahad war are unexplainable.

"Don't get wet, Brigitte"

"Yes, Grandpa... be ready, I will be here"

As well as being a beloved grandfather, Brigitte replied to the words of Agnor, the head of Mistrea, with a ready look.

Already, there's no shaking in her resolve.

Because she's the black forest witch who should inherit the next generation of mistresses.

"Um, it's a beautiful day."

Platinum month six. A day has already passed since we left Sparda, and it is time to enter the neighbouring Farren territory, our first destination.

Cloudless sunny weather is spreading as if to congratulate us on our journey.

"By the end of the day, we'd like to reach Nevan."

Says Fiona, who walks side by side.

"Well, let's fly a little bit."

It is the drive day at the corner and the horseback riding day. It would feel better if we went a little faster.

"Okay, I'll be ahead of you"

"I asked you, Sariel"

"You can fly to Nevan first and reserve your accommodation."

Copy that, sir.

"No, that's good. I don't know if I'm gonna make it."

The tireless Immortal Horse (Nightmare) Mary's walking power is considerable, but no match for Pegasus flying in the air on boulders. Sariel, the only member who rides Pegasus, is the most maneuverable.

From around the south of Partier, where the map becomes suspicious, it will also come out to rely on Sariel's aerial reconnaissance.

Not that important now, but Sariel, who was walking side by side, whipped into Siro in Pegasus and ran out at once - flying into the blue sky.

"Speaking of which, you've never been to Nevan before, have you?"

"Oh, when Lily and I went on quest in the meantime, we didn't go that way."

When he received the Manticore crusade, Farren merely passed the ends of the realm, as it was almost a straight southbound route. Nevan, the king's capital, will be better than the east, so I've never been that far.

"Well, if the path leads to the King's Capital on the boulder, it's big and well maintained, so you can go without getting lost"

"Right. If nothing goes wrong, though."

"Nothing. You're gonna be okay, right?

"Did we ever just go away and achieve our purpose safely and without anything?

With that said, I don't feel like much. Or I don't feel like it at all.

"Oh, my trials are over now, so weird trouble isn't... should be"

"Even without God's prank, I don't think it's going to change that Mr. Chrono tends to get caught up in misfortune for what he's worth"

"Don't say you don't have a body or a lid."

"Chrono, it's a good thing!

Thank you, Lily. At times like this, I just want words of comfort, no matter what the basis.

"It doesn't have to be good, it's okay because Lily's with me"

"Yes, Mr. Lilly will be able to solve most of the problems."

"I'll Dawn you in Shangri-La!

"Yes, yes, let's not take out ancient weapons easily."

Tense enough to contain Lily, a bumpy toddler on the horse, we went down the street subtly anxious to get ahead of ourselves.

In the middle of a hunch - there's nothing wrong with it, the journey to Nevan went well everywhere. We arrived safely in Nevan, King Farren's capital, at a critical place where the sun set, without being unfairly investigated for suspicion that the wagon was being attacked by monsters or entangled by bandits.

No matter how much I look, with the rank 5 adventurer title and references from Sparda, there's no room for suspicion or other shards. Rather, it's a little VIP treatment.

"I haven't booked an inn, but I've kept my eye on it, Master"

"I've left anything to you, I'm sorry, Sariel"

"No, information-gathering is a fundamental task for scouts"

Rendezvous with Saliel at the main entrance of Nevan while subtly humbled by misunderstandings.

Farren is out of a group of urban states in the middle of the continent, because of a country with an ancient history, and its streets look very different. Nevan said he made the transition here about a hundred years ago, but it has a unique look and feel that is too much.

The black painted tower is the first thing you see as you enter this city. It's a tall cylindrical tower, but if you look nearby, they're made of wood, and you can tell it's lacquered to glow black.

Other buildings are basically just wooden. Well, since wood is as much around, is it natural that wooden architecture should be fundamental?

The architectural style is entirely different, but the sight of lacquered walls and wooden houses standing side by side is somewhat emotional because I feel like it leads to Japan.

By the way, I wonder if the lacquered tower is also like the Pentagon, which doesn't have any particular religious significance and is normally used as a collective home or commercial hall. Like a reinforced concrete building in Japan, it seems common.

"Dark Elves originally lived in giant treehouses, so even if they built a city on the plains, they wanted a place like it."

and Lily went out of her way to bring it back to adult consciousness to explain.

Fiona and Sariel from Sinclair, Ark. Lily is the only one among the members who truly knows about the Pandora continent. Still, we can teach her a common sense level.

"So it's something you've surprisingly been able to do lately."

"Right, not 200 years or so?

"After that, you can call it a fine enough traditional architecture."

"I don't know. Dark elves have a long life, so maybe two hundred years. Then maybe that's what it feels like."

"What is the average life expectancy of a dark elf?

"I guess it was about a hundred and fifty years. People who live longer, especially the highly magical Druids, can last 300 years."

Even if they say I'm 300 years old or something, I still don't feel realistic. In Japan, Samurai from the Edo period is still alive.

"I just don't want to live like a pupa for hundreds of years, repeating the same day."

No matter how long the species lasts, if they grow older by two or three hundred years, they have to maintain a corresponding cycle of life. At least, he says he can't work as an adventurer for more than a hundred years like we do today.

A doruid is a kind of cleric class, so I guess the secret to dark elves' longevity is around there too. I think I'm living my days of praying quietly in a cage in a forest temple or something. It's a casual image. If that's the case, I'm not sure I'm going to live like that for over a hundred years either.

"Ugh, that's how young you are."

"In that way, it won't be very stylish, Mr. Lily"

Talking about that, he walks through the city of Nevan in the lead of Sulliel.

It's a quiet city for a long time.

It's just the Wang capital, a big city no less than any other country, but just walking down the boulevard makes me feel that way. Never, not a wack without people. There are a number of people walking on the scale of the city, and carriages and dragon cars run through the streets in a clear manner. I hear voices and voices from the market there, but I feel strange and quiet.

"Isn't this someone who's still lively? I hear a lot of dark elves are oligarchy."

"A city with a strong religious colour can easily have such an atmosphere."

I guess the thick faith in the forest gods in the national nature of the dark elves creates this unique air.

"Isn't it better than noisy? A city with a strong merchant guild can't help but be noisy."

"You mean like that, together in every world"

The atmosphere of Nevan surrounded by strange tranquillity, but when the sun finally falls too, the real silence comes. If you're too relaxed, you can end up wandering a strange city surrounded by darkness at night.

This place was sweet to Sariel's search power and decided to just finish checking in to the nearest inn.

The next day, the seventh of the month of platinum.

We left the somewhat elevated Inn with the example lacquered tower as the main building. Higher includes both the height of the tower and the price. Now that I'm a Rank 5 Adventurer and I have a lot of income and savings, I should stay in an inn of the right grade. Going out of your way to stay focused on Affordable Lodging also seems to be a disgust instead.

Plus, Farren is a country that falls into the safe category, but there's a lot of trouble with suspiciously cheap lodging, such as fighting and theft. Using a luxury inn is more like insurance to stay out of trouble beforehand than expecting a full service in a large, beautiful room.

Now, after we finish our vegetable-centric breakfast, we pull Fiona, who is clearly missing face, and we head to our destination.

First of all, it is the Royal Castle of Farren that we should aim for.

"This is a fantastic castle again."

This is the first wooden castle I've seen in this other world, but the first thing I see would be a black tsu covering the walls of the castle. Like a cave of last-roses, a sharp thorny tsubo was strewn, and black rose flowers blossomed there.

The structure is similar to that of a Japanese castle, with its heavenly guardian castle on an elaborately layered stone wall. Most importantly, it's a unique architectural style, with towers as tall as mosques, which, overall, don't look alike at all.

Six towers were built to enclose the castle, still lacquered, and according to the hierarchy the crossing passage was seen between the tower and the castle.

Wooden but overall lacquered black with a heavy feel, it is then a number of decorations that reveal the black rose design, and it is also glamorous.

Also known as Black Rose Castle.

Well, that's a brilliant royal castle to be called.

"You didn't come here for sightseeing."

"Yeah, Mr. Lily's already taken the reference."

Fiona points to the tip of the

"Hey, it's Lily."

and Lily, a young girl, stormed the main entrance with one hand. The gatekeepers are surrounding us as soon as possible.

"Seriously alert to Lily, the gatekeeper here, he's high level."

"Don't calmly criticize me, I'll go explain soon"

I don't care how many legitimate references you have, it's also a relief to make an extra fuss. Events like this Royal Castle Invitation of Teh, I want to do it without difficulty.

This legitimate reference that Lily has, of course, comes from Will.

The queen of Phalen is the first princess of Sparta, who is Will's sister. There are so many fat connections that there are no more.

The quickest and surest way to confirm the original monolith in the Black Forest is to get permission from King Farren. Regardless, if you're normal, you can't bother to get permission from the king, and it's not what I found out how many years it would take when I applied.

But by taking on Will's autographed letter of introduction and a quest from Sparda named since the official investigation, we were a one-time adventurer, but this is how we gained the pride of honor to King Farren.

As for the original monolith thing, it is officially passed not only to Will, but also to the Adventurer Guild and the Spartan Army. Fulfilling it, it was unknown how far you would trust me... but it seemed like you took it seriously for what it was, without being merely delusional and truncated, because of your previous track record of "Element Masters".

Thus, the Monolith Survey Quest was issued in our name, and we were given a strong backing. Well, just an individual has come to look at it with interest, rather, if it were an official request from a big country called Sparda, the response of the other side would change.

Most importantly, this has a lot of influence, up to the intimate Farren, and from Partier forward, I don't know how far Sparda's name will work.

But for now, if you can carry out your mission smoothly at your first destination, it is more than enough of a thankful story.

"- Yes, references from Prince Wilhardt Tristan Sparda II, accepted. May I present to His Majesty the King this evening?"

"Thank you. I'll see you later."

Apparently, I feel safe talking to you. The Royal Castle's response was very fast, as we had been contacted in advance by Feilong Flight Express. Normally, I can't look at it in an instant.

"Well, we'll have time till evening, and we'll do a little sightseeing?

"Shh!

"Let's go. He's only eating grass in the morning, so he's going down."

"Don't say grass, grass"

At least call me a salad, you carnivorous bitch.

Well, okay, for now, suppose I go look for her in a gutsy eating store for a cute girlfriend who complains of hunger?