Kuro no Maou

The 18th of the month of the pale moon.

Three people, Chrono, Lillie and Saliel, have joined the quest for a third prince search and a week is about to pass as soon as possible after entering the abandoned mine of Ballog.

"... it's late, isn't it"

One, Fiona, who remained at Damask's Tor Heavy Industries, had already brought a crush that she did not know how many times.

It probably includes the sentimental feeling of loneliness, but even if you skip emotional theory, it's a strange story that there hasn't been any tone out since a week went by and dived into abandoned mines.

Already the survival of the prince is seen as desperate, as are the more adventurers who give up their search and return day by day. Even if Chrono did not abandon the search, it is also unnatural not to return to the ground once in this period.

Regardless, having the power of the three and the space magic (dimension) that can bring in enormous supplies, spending a week in the dungeon is not difficult in itself. But there's no reason to dare do the sole.

Most importantly, you're leaving one Fiona, a party member and lover, so you should be able to go back to reporting on the situation for once or so.

"No way, Mr. Krono is not that wacky to see me..."

I have a terrible feeling, Fiona, that my spine is frightening.

"No, you don't, it doesn't"

I decided not to care at all, with strange confidence that I had no particular basis.

"But if you go home too late, there's no chance of a secondary shipwreck," he said.

I'm not too worried because even if I got lost in the far underground depths of the Balrog Mountains, it's not an instant wake-up call for those three. The Ballog abandoned mine is transformed into a huge underground labyrinth with a huge dwarf pit and tunnels of underground monsters. Somewhat, it can be enough to get lost.

"Maybe it's time we went looking"

Already, there's no reason to stay in Tor Heavy Industries.

Fiona's new wand, "Walpurgis," was just completed.

"Oh, you kept me waiting, witch lady"

Tor Heavy Industries HQ, opens the door to the waiting room of the most workshop, and the workshop manager Dayne, who I'm totally used to seeing, shows up over the past week.

The production of "Walpurgis" was a streak of considerable impossibility, and Dayne's face was slightly twisted. If you think you've done almost insomnia rest work this past week, you can't help it.

"Yes, I've been expecting you"

"He's finally finished, too. Ha... man, I don't know how much you owe me. I didn't do my job in proportion."

"Thanks for that, good luck"

"You said it like some other HR. You must have made me struggle so much because of your lady's impotence."

"Specifications."

After sighing heavily at Fiona's unforgiving dialogue, Dayne put the black case she was holding on the table.

"It's still sealed. You can open it here. Bye. It's gonna blow up. Oh, no."

"You don't have to say it like such a dangerous thing"

"Whatever you think, it's dangerous. of the runaway Great Magic Equipment (Artifact) class."

There is no philosophy whatsoever, the rectangular black case is only quietly placed. But even if the amateur sees it, he'll feel a different vibe somewhere. It is, however, like a weapon of curse…

"Again, thank you. Thank you. Director Dayne, if it wasn't for you, 'Walpurgis' wouldn't have been complete."

"What, the young lady was a big deal, too. I've left all the rituals involved in protection to you."

In praise of each other's work, a new longscepter (staff) 'Walpurgis' is finally given to Fiona's hands.

The request was fulfilled entirely, at that time.

"Workshop manager, it's tough!

"Oh, come on, what's wrong with you?"

It was the receptionist at HQ who changed his blood phase and jumped in.

She screamed, "I don't mind at all, Dayne," even though she said to give me a break all night on the seventh day.

"The great army of flame oaks has appeared!

"Oh my God! You just got crusaded in the meantime."

"They say this is the main unit. How many times more power than the previous one?"

"What's your emergency quest?

"What?"

Suddenly, she was a receptionist with her mouth pinched by Fiona, somewhat like a noodle, but I guess she immediately remembered that she was a Rank 5 adventurer. I put it down for a beat and then I answered clearly.

"Earlier, the Adventurer Alliance officially issued an urgent quest for the 'Crusade of Flame Oak Army'."

"Really?"

One nod, Fiona stands up with a black case in her hand.

"Come on, lady, no way -"

"To try and shoot, it would be just the right match"

The 19th of the month of the pale moon. Early morning.

At the open foot of the Balrog Mountains, only a few dozen kilometres away from the capital Damask, the Adamantorian and Flame Oak armies were each in formation and continued to quietly stare at each other.

The only thing that didn't open the end of the battle instantly was that since Flame Oak appeared on the ground, it didn't move just by setting up a formation.

And because the formation on the oak side is more at the height of the mountain and would be at the disadvantage of the Adamantoria side to inadvertently attack.

As a result, the situation was now waiting for the enemy to strike out.

"Whoa, what's going on with them?

As before, it was Breda, the first Prince of Adamantoria, who came as commander of the Crusading Army.

Listen to a first situational report in a simple fortress built overnight.

"You're creepy quiet"

The answer is my brother, Second Prince Dulles.

With a large army far larger than the last one, Dulles also followed with a clear head as a staff officer.

"That's weird. If it's the usual guys, as soon as they get out of the ground, come up and poke at me."

"Yes, brother. Which means it's not the usual pattern."

First, and foremost, Dulles shows a map near the foothills spread out on the desk.

"This time, where they showed up is a whole new point like never before."

"I don't know why such a large army came out near a damask like this."

The usual means of flame oak is to get close to the capital damask and get out on the ground through the abandoned Ballog mine. There is also a limit to the eye of surveillance because it passes through a huge underground labyrinth that no one can grasp. Because there are thousands of holes in the mountains just to get out of the ground.

Most importantly, if we continue to fight more than in ancient times, we will be assigned an approximate invasion route, and if we are near the capital, we will be provided with the corresponding security without anything.

In this invasion, I didn't notice the emergence of flame oak until I got out on the ground, but that's true, nothing more than because I was poked through a gap in defense that I normally consolidate.

"They showed up at this place because they dug a new tunnel."

"If we're going to do tunnel work near the capital, it's weirder not to just notice - no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"They serve multiple large sandwich worms."

Digging tunnels, whether it's a skilled dwarf or an oak with extra power, is a very heavy labor. But it is the numerous underground monsters, including the sandworm, that do not take it for a thing. They travel slowly through the ground, as fish swim in the water, by the body structure that digs into the ground where they were born, or by the inherent magic (extra).

If you could use a giant sandworm as your own user demon (savant), it's not that hard to open enough tunnels to get 10,000 units of troops through in a short time.

"Holy crap, hon., isn't their general in the magician class! That's a lot of sandwich worms you can dig in the tunnel.

"Yeah, you're right. After scouting the enemy formation, apparently in addition to the sandworm, they are holding back multiple monsters. Some of them, Ravagigant Pead"

Mmm, and Dulles, who excels in martial arts on boulders, also roars with a sinister face.

Ravagigant Pead is a dangerous monster at the top of Rank 4. It has a very aggressive and destructive nature, boasting a heat-resistant temperature above the salamander, seldom indiscriminately shooting magma braces after being covered by a hard thick crust.

If one of them comes into the middle of the army, that's the only way the front could collapse. The Ravagigant Pead that will be served will boast what can also be called a showdown weapon for the Flame Oak Army.

"But the most alarming thing to do is that a mage general with so much power will take command. Perhaps with his magical powers, he is also quite intelligent."

"Is there no mon more troublesome than an oak of wisdom?"

Boasting a musculoskeletal giant body, the oak species boasts superior physical ability as it appears. As human-shaped species, it would be the highest ability in terms of overall physical.

On the other hand with excellent flesh, wild monster oaks are inferior to intelligence, as are savage beasts. I can just make a stoneware weapon, pretty good. There can be no technological development, so tactical theory can't even be born.

Such a lack of intelligence can also be a testament to being a monster… rarely do those who boast a high level of intelligence, yet remain monsters moving with barbaric and brutal instincts appear.

That must be the right general to lead this Flame Oak Army.

Its power would multiply if a leader with clear intelligence led a ferocious oak army of brave and resolute overwhelming power.

"It could be a way to stay in line there or something."

"Sure, they show signs of waiting for something..."

"Do you want to set up an enemy line immediately, or do you want to maintain an interception posture? I thought we should think about it."

"Hmmm......"

Whether we have all the monsters, including Ravagigant Pead, if we compete head-on, we have as much power as we can win. Thus, Dwarf craftsmen are waving their arms to consolidate their defensive positions, even as they continue to stare at each other. If the other side storms us helplessly, as usual, we'll be able to clean it up with almost no damage.

But if you set up from this side to the enemy side that lines up at height, even if there is nothing, soldier wear and tear is inevitable.

The opponent is not an army of the same person, but a wild monster. Then there is no way the Dwarf side, a person, can lose in comparison to the endurance of the stare.

"Um, there's one here, even if it's provocative, I'll try to catch it. What's the..."

and when Breda cut out the countermeasures,

"Report! Move to enemy formation!

The order jumps in.

"Oh my God! Are you ready to storm?

"No, that's..."

"Brother, let's go. It would be quicker to look directly."

He nodded, and the two princes braved and went outside.

"... whoa"

Before the great army of flame oaks, Fiona had a great defect in swallowing everywhere in the midst of the Adamantrian army surrounded by a sense of urgency.

Safe because the open mouth is guarded properly and elegantly by hand, he thinks, but he doesn't realize that the Dwarf adventurer standing next to him sends a dazed gaze, "What, that little girl doesn't have any shards of tension..."

As for Fiona, yesterday, she brought the freshly completed "Walpurgis" to the battlefield with a refreshment in her hand, but due to the unexpected increase in Freymuk troops, the end of the battle was still open. If this is the case, I should have come slower to get ready and tummy, slightly regret it.

"Ha, I miss breakfast too."

It was last night that I realized that I hadn't brought in any loco portable food here lately, if you put me up to the battlefield solo because the dining relationship had remained sweet on Sariel. Although bread, soup, dried meat and a classic meny for adventurers and a luxury item worthy of rank 5, it is not enough for a commercial product now that I am accustomed to delicious saliel rice that is always creative and creative.

Whose word was luxury an enemy?

"Ho..."

I want to get up and sleep, my meal is bad, and Fiona, not completely motivated, waited for the battle to start, bonking all the time.

But I feel strange right away.

"-"

The smell of burning accidentally poked my nose, I felt it.

I'll snort with Sunsung and look left and right, but it doesn't look like it was an accident like that when someone burned too much meat or the fire powder burned in the tent.

In the first place, it wasn't the sense of smell that I felt burning.

"The primary color magic of fire, is it? That, too, is pretty high density... gathering?

Scorching odor, just an illusion. What is truly inspiring is a sixth sense of perceiving magic.

The Balrog Mountains are one of Pandora's most prolific regions with a strong primary magic power of fire. For Fiona, whose suitability for fire attributes is unusually high, it is also a pleasant environment, a place where, as a reality, there is also a natural positive influence on the magical power of flames.

The magic is intense because of the thick pulse running there and the large dragon hole. Only the original monolith exists, and the capital damask falls directly above the giant dragon hole, centered on fire.

And Fiona, the genius of flame magic, can feel this rough pulse of fire and dragon holes, their magical currents.

Like a great river flowing through the wild, the pulse of the earth, which naturally flowed but remained, was disturbed… No, I sensed a small part of the great stream, a small amount, flowing away from the mainstream to another place.

From the land range of the Balrog Mountains, an extremely trace primitive color magic. But for a person to treat it as magic, it is a movement of too immense a magical force.

Fiona was so strongly inspired by the sixth sense that she had the illusion that she smelled burnt.

"Beyond the magic..."

If you look up, at the end of your gaze is Flame Oak's main formation.

The magic currents were headed straight there.

"This is not very good."

Enemies have secrets, ants, things like that. Its contents must be the raw color magic of a massive flame, aggregated no matter what you think, unleashing massive attack magic.

A sober damage account first passed the back of his brain as to whether he should be evacuated just now, but the walpurgis in his hands block the idea.

The thanks of having this new wand made, is in the damask. In the future, when some advanced weapon or magic device (magic item) is used, Tor Heavy Industries must be alive and well. Even in case, there must be no such thing as flame oak ravaging the capital.

And most importantly, Chrono will be happy to protect large numbers of people.

"If I were to be active on my own now that you're all away"

This might, for a moment, be enough of a handle to monopolize Chrono for a month or so if it works.

"Nice, be sure to go with this plan"

Turning away from the escape, Fiona, full of jerk, quietly walked out to the front row of the formation to confront the majestic magic of the enemy.

Thus, when you look at the enemy formation from a strangely splendid stone wall made by Dwarf that you don't think was made in a little over night, your opponent finally moves out as well.

Dawn, Dawn! and when the loud drums were pounded, the raging flame oaks echoed.

"Hey, they're finally coming!

"Is he going to be a general?

"No, wait, what, something's wrong"

At last, Flame Oak will storm, or the Dwarf warriors who will lay their weapons around. The headquarters of the Adamantrian army is filled with a sense of urgency.

Meanwhile, it is the three-horned flame oak that finally progresses out of the enemy formation, erecting a great scepter on top of the divine mystery held by the troll type giant.

From its inception, first and foremost definitely the general of the magician class.

And Fiona guessed at a glance. The Great Magic Sorcerer, who gathers magic from the earth's pulse, says it is Soytz.

"Abda, Vida, Too, Balalagra, Dado -"

The chant began.

Words that are not people's languages. Word pronounced by a monster orc close to the ringing, but it does spin with a melody of manipulation of magic. Through the ground, a large amount of secretly collected primary color magic finally began to manifest itself in the form of magic.

First of all, it's the giant magic formations that are drawn. A bursting flame runs vertically and horizontally around the ground, forming instantly.

At the same time, a cage containing numerous monsters, brought out from behind the General's riding deity, is carried to the depicted magic formation.

When the multiple circle-shaped formations are put into each cage, the beast-shaped monsters inside immediately ignite their entire bodies, turning them into huge firepillars and burning up.

"I see, is it sacrificial ritual magic? It's a classic."

For Fiona, too, it is familiar to offer sacrifices in the form of flames.

Sacrifice is also one of the oldest magical rituals, that it was carried out from the time of the first use of magic by a man, a god far beyond antiquity. The effect is simple, immense.

While returning many beasts to ashes, the great magic of the flames accelerates the signs of power. The colorful magic of the immense flames accumulated underground is released to the ground via a magic formation, now turned into a hot wind and blown through the foot strip with signs of intense magic.

That hot breeze is enough to reach the headquarters of the remote Adamantrian army. The great magic of the sacrificial ritual exercised by the three-horned flame oak was finally completed when a glimmer of hot air stroked Fiona's cheek.

"Gras! Zama! Ial, Zemetagum, O, Ballog -" Icinoorochi ""

Big explosion rocking the mountains.

eruption, not, but it just seemed that way.

Instead of a burning flame, the magic of a giant flame erupted massively from the earth.

Magma runoff sprays up like a geyser, scattering countless lava bullets. The lava columns so huge as to look up - unexpectedly, they moved Yurali.

"... Fire Dragon"

Next to Fiona, a Dwarf warrior with an axe muttered so.

"Eh, Flaming Dragon Ya!

"You're lying, I called the Fire Dragon."

"No way, you manipulate Flame Dragon!?

The Dwarf warriors, said to be brave and resolute, were all there to raise their voices of fear.

To Fiona, it just seemed like a big magma erupting... but gradually, when it took shape and moved out, I finally understood.

The magma itself is flesh. The drooling and flowing scorching lava is transformed into a single body as elongated as a snake.

As he crawled out of the ground, slowly left-right and left-right, the tip of the erupting magma geyser had become the head of a serpent, no, dragon, with a large tremendous tremendous tremendous glance, if he noticed.

From the flesh of the lava, the flaming dragon finally barked in shape, emitting a scorching magic that seemed to turn to ash just to get close.

WOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Ruler of the Balrog Mountains. Even a fearless Dwarf, a flaming dragon that escapes barefoot.

Flaming dragons lifting their heads heavenly, lifting Adamantrian armies in formation.

With the appearance of the most powerful monsters on this mountain, the Warriors of the Dwarves and the Adventurers cannot but remain silent.

"Is that the rumored Fire Dragon?"

Therefore, at that time, only Fiona moved.

No fear, no surprise, take the reality in front of you, with the usual faceless expression.

"Fine, I'll deal with them."

She just pulled out her wand toward an obstructing enemy.