Kuro no Maou

The Balrog Mountains, which lie in the south-central part of the continent of Pandora, are famous for their rugged mountains with some of the most elevations on the continent. And at the top of a series of active volcanoes that gush magma, there is a flaming dragon with a jumping and fierce temper among the dragons, also known as the danger zone. The summit of the Balrog Mountains is designated a dungeon with a rank of housekeeping hazards of 5. The burning Balrog Mountains and their degree of danger are hailed alongside the extremely cold Asbel Mountains.

As dangerous as a wild flaming dragon, the Balrog Mountains were also a treasure mountain blessed with a variety of mineral resources, including Mithril. Whether you were drawn to its abundant mineral range or whether you were here from the beginning, than in ancient times, the Balrog Mountains are inhabited by Dwarves.

Many times the name of the country has changed, and even if sometimes the race of rulers has changed, from ancient times the Dwarves never left this Balrog Mountains.

And in modern times, a Dwarf country called Adamantoria is aroused and reigns in dignity as ruler of the Balrog Mountains.

The modern king is Dvor Balrog Adamantoria.

He is a king of great merit, in a time of peace long after the world of war, which led to the distribution not only of neighbouring countries, but also of Adamantria's Dwarf prized iron products, far south to Carlamara and north to Ortencia, precisely from the edge of the continent to the edge.

The wise King Dvor did not worry about those whose three princes had already grown healthy and succeeded to the throne.

Breda, the first prince, is a man of martial arts excellence.

Dwarf-like disappointing, musculoskeletal body, but its height is not flying and high. Breda's swinging axe rips the rock apart, and if you let him use the Devil's Sword, he'll let you skilfully pull out the magic and release it.

He has a natural combat ability, yet demonstrates the wisdom and charisma of his father's concession from an early age, and is promising for the future. He who differs in his succession to the throne will not be alone in Adamantoria.

Dulles, the second prince, is an intelligent man.

Dulles must be the strongest heir to King Dvor's talent, fulfilling the expansion of sales channels for various products made in Adamantoria. Demonstrate a sense of proficiency over your brother, encourage academics, and then be savvy in the mechanics of people's minds.

With Dulles' brains, his father's expectations were also high that he could develop Adamantoria even richer.

Carl, the third prince, is a poor man.

The skin color is blue and white, and even for the Dwarves, whose trunks are supposed to thicken naturally, a rather thin body shape of lines. From the side, it would look like a human youth, not a dwarf. Although it does look like a dwarf somehow because it has a light distinctive beard... in fact, it was just misleading with a mustache because it is too thin.

Carl, who is inferior to his stature, can't be superior to martial arts.

Sometimes I entrusted a desire to magic, but it doesn't go well with any attribute. Better than the former, Dwarves are a race with less magical aptitudes. It is also a natural consequence.

Without strength or magic, I can study. It was Carl who encouraged me to study, but Dalles, my second son, was too good. In Carl, no matter how hard he worked, excellence, no, at best, was a top performer stop.

Whatever you make me do, unfortunately Carl, it's not aromatic.

But his youngest three sons, and two talented brothers, never said anything to disparage Carl, always gently encouraged him. Both my father and mother supported Carl in his hard work.

I was blessed with family love.

What remained of Carl was a slight sense of inferiority, and his own powerlessness, unable to give one back to the wonderful beloved family.

But the time has come for Carl like that to get excited.

"Brother Breda! Wait, wait!

"Whoa, what's up, Carl? Hurry up."

A gray corridor lined with boneless giant stone columns, a corner of the Royal Castle of Adamantoria. So he found Breda wrapped around his armor helmet, and Carl rushed over.

"I heard the flame oak moved"

"Why are you still reporting that... Chip, Dulles asshole"

Second Prince Dulles' ears are fast. It is his logic that both war and commerce are won by those who seek information.

Breda immediately guessed that it must be Dalles, the informant, who taught Carl the most alarming enemy actions in this Balrog Mountains.

"True, what..."

"Hey, you clouded face, those guys, I'm gonna get out and clean up the chatter!

Flame Oak is a monster that lives across the Balrog Mountains and on the other side of Adamantoria. Even a vicious monster oak, the red flame oak, which houses the power of powerful fire attributes, is even more ferocious in circles.

Of course exercising the magic of fire attributes, the body also boasts a giant body that is more than one turn larger than a normal oak, and even has the ability to eat minerals and metallize and fortify parts of the flesh.

The fierce and ferocious flame oak, on top of that, is greedy. Many of the finest weapons produced by the famous Dwarf blacksmith technology throughout the continent are dazzling treasures, even from the monster Flame Oak.

They know Dwarves have a heap of such treasures.

So, attack. More than humans, more than beasts, Flame Orcs are obsessively after Dwarves.

For Dwarves living in the Balrog Mountains, this flame oak was a more causal enemy than it was in ancient times.

Ever since there was the Great Crusade about thirty years ago, he seems to have fled underground and lurked the nari for a while, but recently he finally rebounded his forces, and for the first time in a long time there were numerous sightings of a group of Freymooks urrowing near the border.

Even if it were a small group of about ten bodies, it would be a natural response for Adamantoria to send a crusader if the opponent were to be a flame oak.

"Me, me... Me too, join the Crusaders!

"Huh!? What are you calling an asshole, Carl, you the crusader? I can't. I can't."

"I know best that I'm weak. But that's why just waiting in a safe royal palace makes me a real coward... so I want to at least stand on the same battlefield as the warriors and show some courage! I'm weak, but still, I want to prove that I'm not a coward running off the battlefield!!

"Let it go, Carl... Fighting Flame Oak is too dangerous. They are as crazy as the Flaming Mad Warrior, but they also prepare for cunning."

Flame Oaks are remarkable for all their ferocity in battle, but they can also take hostages, trap and lure them into tactical action, if they are effective. Flame Orcs when they have a highly intelligent leader turn them into an even more unafraid and vicious army.

"I know it's dangerous. I also know that if you know there's a weak guy like me, he might come after you. But I only have a chance now! Please, Brother Breda!

I know Carl is suffering from his powerlessness.

But a true understanding of the suffering may not have been possible for Breda, who was a born strong man.

Breda was filled with inner surprises to see her always weak curls stick to eating all this time.

"And if I die... if Brother Breda..."

"Carl! Oh my god, doo-hoo!!

Breda's planking burst into that statement like self-abandonment. Bassin, and made a huge noise, the thin curls blew up lightly about three revolutions and hit the wall and fell in, but at the time he didn't punch her with his fist, there was a tendency to deal with a woman.

"Ugh, guh... to, brother..."

"Don't ever let that stupid thing slip out again! Carl, you're my dear brother!

The future of Adamantoria would suffice if there were two Princes, Breda and Dalles. An ungifted third prince, whether he's here or not, can either.

There's no way Breda would allow such logic to be serious about a dwarf-like brother-in-law.

While groaning in bitterness, Breda held Carl hot as she stood up.

"I'm sorry, Carl... I didn't realize you were so deeply worried so far... I finally understood how you felt. When I'm in charge."

"See you, brother!

"I will take you as a crusader warrior. My dad wants me to convince him."

"Oh, thank you!

"But no matter what happens, when you absolutely return alive, swear by the black gods. Don't ever think I'm dead again."

"Yes, brother"

"All right, then, let's do the battle support. The crusader's departure is close!

Thus, the Flame Oak Crusaders were to be formed by adding a third prince, Carl.

And it was only a matter of time before Breda would regret this decision.

"Oh, Carl is missing..."

"... sorry"

"Oh, my god, the doorway! How dare you follow me! Oh, my God! Karoo!!

Behind the royal palace, in the royal private room, father king Dvor was screaming. There is no one to blame for the serious disturbance that lies in the king of one nation.

Breda, cursed at the doorknob and punched with a hard fist, remained flattened with a dark look like she had lost her mind.

The Flame Oak Crusaders won.

Flame Oak leads enough troops to reach a thousand to invade Adamantrian territory through the old pits of the Ballog Mountains, which are dungeoning on Theory Street. The number of opponents was higher than expected, but it was an assumed move and the crusaders, after laying full defense, intercepted the Flame Oak army.

After a fierce battle, the Crusaders succeeded in repelling Flame Oak... but in the midst of the fighting commotion, the Third Prince Carl went missing.

"Father, please calm down. Neither will your brother, and now is the time to concentrate on finding and rescuing Carl."

"Uhm... sorry, dulles is right"

"Shit, I need to find Carl..."

Anticipating the timing after a single yell, I calm down first to the words of my second son, Dulles, who went into a calm stop.

"Again, let's sort things out. Brother, Carl said he was caught in a collapse that occurred during the battle."

"Yes, the array took a pretty deep vertical hole. Your ancestors didn't dig it. Worm or mole, the monster must have dug it on his own"

"I see. Was it an unexpected terrain? This is why fighting in the pit is dangerous."

The Balrog Mountains also host many monsters with the ability to dig through the earth. The area with the oldest pits, which have been dug since ancient times, is now a complex and monstrous labyrinth where numerous underground monsters go, making no one knows the way.

"Oh, and... incredible things, flaming dragons appeared"

"Hey, what the hell!?

"Flaming Dragon... I heard in the report, is it true, brother"

"Don't be wacky looking at me the wrong way. There's been a collapse because of an intrusive flaming dragon."

Flaming Dragon. The monster, long called that, is the Lord of the Balrog Mountains, the strongest being. In case the Flaming Dragon is going to storm, that's already synonymous with a volcanic eruption. How brave and honorable the Dwarf Warriors will never deal with the Flaming Dragon and will decide to evacuate promptly.

"What happened to that flaming dragon?"

"After the collapse, he was already gone. We're back in the nest. It doesn't look like you're ever coming out this way."

For one thing, it reassures me that there is no danger of a flaming dragon disaster.

But the biggest problem right now is about Carl, who went missing as a result of the collapse.

"Dad, the search party..."

"I'm gonna get you out of here."

Third, it doesn't make any difference to be a prince of a country. The search party gets a lot of personnel cracked...... but how hard it is to rescue one person from a crumbling old pit.

"What happens to a broken bottom?"

"It was completely buried. If you're lucky, you can get out of the pit that leads to the bottom..."

If that happens, Carl's search itself will be difficult.

But it's impossible with Dwarf's arms to dig back into the collapsed vertical hole instantly. If Carl is the only possibility of survival, coming back on his own, from the pit that fell ahead.

"Father, brother, it's too early to give up."

"What, Dulles, is that some kind of, uh, way?

"I gave Carl the amulet just in case"

Amulet?

It's an ancient jewel.

A jewel, an ancient relic, is worth it like a jewel, but not so rare. They vary in size and design, and are typical of treasures excavated in ancient sites.

"The jewels I gave Carl were originally just ornaments, but they have the nature to release certain magic powers in a faint way. If only we could detect the magic of this jewel."

"I can find Carl!!

"Hmm, but detecting weak magic is impossible for Dwarf warriors"

"Even court magicians aren't impossible, but I don't feel comfortable with the number of people. I thought I should borrow the hand of those who were good at these things."

"... you mean ask the elves to keep their heads down. Dulles, you, you're gonna let your father imitate you like that!

"No, Breda. Family life is at stake, or if you're obsessed with Fumiko."

"Oh, Father, no... sorry, my, my fault..."

"Crying is later on. Maneuvers are set, hon. Go!

As a result, Adamantoria issued a grand decree for the search for a third prince.