Kuro no Maou

Despite the dusty nights, there are carriages running down the road.

Large grains of rain pouring hard to beat on thick rain clouds that block the moonlight. The road is muddy and the risk of falling is always attached if the operation is incorrect.

Despite such worst weather and time, only a few dare to run the carriage. How hurried or how hidden. Apparently, this carriage was the latter.

"Stay!

A sharp voice of restraint echoes in the heavy rain.

Though he did hear the voice, he was told not to wait and stop honestly. That's why the shadow behind the carriage struck out into the means of force.

One, two, three fireballs fly in.

Only, the aim is to stop the carriage and it doesn't seem to be going to blow to the wood end dust. Two stayed close to the carriage, bursting and only allowing a slight blast, while the third was brilliant, hitting the back wheel of the carriage.

The shock and suddenly increased addition caused the horse to lift up his nose and finally stop his leg.

"Finally... we finally caught up, you out-of-the-way bastards!

It was one woman who cried out for an unhidden angry voice.

I thought I had unleashed a fireball and grabbed a short wand (wand), and the strong wind blowing with the heavy rain made my robe snap around me. And it was the face of the lion that appeared from under the hood, which was raised with the wind.

Young Lion Beast Man (Warrigger) woman. Behind her are men of the same race of benign warriors.

The lion trackers quickly surround the stopped carriage.

"Come on, come out with your mind!

To that voice, it wouldn't be a wack to follow honestly. Gun! Making a hell of a noise, the carriage carriage carriage door opens. No, every door blew away.

"Fuck you, you lousy bastards."

It was the big, dark-haired man who appeared out of a slow-blown landing gear, in a chimpy-stained vice.

He looks horrible, like an oak, with sharp eyes on his musculoskeletal flesh, but the race seems to be human.

"You're the Gashley of the Red Devil Fist."

"Call me after you, you meth cat, and try to sound gnarly. Oh, I'm gonna adore you, huh?

Cheap provocation words. But the lion's girlfriend, who had never been exposed to this much nasty dialogue since birth, is angry at Russia.

"Lady, let us handle this place."

"That bastard already killed my people."

A lion warrior came forward so as to stop her from now about to unleash magic with a cane. There was no sound, he pulled out his sword and two warriors approached the big man known as Gashley.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Shah!"

Ignoring the language of provocation, the moment we are in time, we are attacked once and for all with a agile motion that fully exploits the physical abilities of the Lion Beast Man (Warrigger).

The opponent is a man who takes the alias' Red Devil Fist '. There is no alarm, I will do everything I can - but Gashley's words are not provocations or anything, and they prove to be true shortly afterwards. They should have all been attacked.

"Asura Bleeding Fighting -"

Tattoos carved into Gashley's arms emit a crimson light on Russia, while its firmly gripped fist moves.

Along with the intense, dull striking sound, the two bodies of the warrior gently danced through the universe and blew away. A warrior who fell to the ground unnecessarily muddy as it was, without a reception, is already unconscious.

"I gave it to you, don't die on me. A lion beast warrior would be a good sacrifice."

"Sacrifice... Damn, you guys are still!

"Hey, you guys, give me back my captured compatriots, that's what you're here for, right? Then just drop by, right ahead of us."

"You wicked bastards! Don't lick our Big Fang Clan! Everyone!

"Because I'm just hired, don't keep me with those crazy people. But, well, I'll let you work your paycheck!

Now all the lion warriors move to crush the man in front of them with all their might.

The opposing Gashley also tried to put even more intense magic into his fist than he had earlier, striking a fist shining bright red on its alias street - so he stopped his hand.

An arrow of light flies in, shining like a meteor.

It is not the 'light arrow (Lux sagitta)' of light attribute magic. Much like it, the magical arrows that dwell in blue and white glow have different quality of magic that dwells there.

The blue arrow became a rain of light, overtaking Gashley, waving his fist, and letting the attacking warriors shoot through one after the other.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Sounds, a great chorus of pain.

The arrow of light gently pierces the armor made of high-ranking monster leather that surrounds you, and stitches its hands and feet into the earth. Dozens of flying arrows all shot through somewhere in the warrior's body, and not a single one came off.

I hit as many as I needed. All the arrows, only the steeple, had been removed, taking away only the power to fight from the warriors.

"Chip, I thought I hadn't had a good exercise in a long time... I laid people's prey down. Ah, aren't you acting a little silly, Priest Sama?

"No, because this is already my realm. You don't have to move."

The voice of reply echoes Gashley's words from nowhere. Whether you look to the right or to the left, there is no sign of the Lord of the Voice.

But you don't have to be surprised about that. Gashley already knows that the Archer of the Blue Arrow, who called him a priest, has a strange magical power to perceive everything around this' Temple 'and also to deliver that voice without exception.

It's not a metaphor or anything, just a fact, this is his domain of domination.

"Well, pick me up soon. That female cat broke the carriage."

"Yeah, I'll dispatch you right away"

The conversation is broken, only the sound of rain sounds again. Gashley stands in front of a bunch of female lions, heads pierced with arrows, hands and feet, just like the warriors, as he walks down the wet path to his big crotch.

"Ugh, guh... oh, my..."

"Hey, wildlife, I say avoid opponents who can't win by instinct. Then what? Then I don't know what the difference in power is - you guys are, haha, inferior species, as they say. It's not a beast or a person, it's a half-way failure defect, I don't know!

Gatsun, and a hairy lion's head kicked off, leaking a bitter voice like the one that pushed him to death.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me... that crazy priest didn't see me, did he, you guys? He's serious. He's gonna eradicate the Beast race, isn't he?

"Then, stupid... you really think you can do that..."

"I don't know, can you? They're ancient ruins."

"Oops, too much chatter, Mr. Gashley."

Turn around, there was one man there.

Blue man. A bright blue coat with a wide hat. On the tip of the longscepter (staff) in hand, a beautiful and large treasure ball glows like a sapphire.

Long stretched hair, and the color of the eyes, blue. A young, well-dressed man, but the most important thing to draw attention to is not his appearance, but his surroundings.

It's in the pouring dust and sand, and it's not wet. All the rain grains that are supposed to shake on him are bounced off the edge of it.

Plus, at its feet. Beautifully polished leather boots don't even have a little mud stain.

If you take a step, you'll realize that that foot hasn't stepped on the mud ground. He was only slightly floating in the universe to see what magic was.

"Heh, early arrival, Priest Sama"

"Looks like it took quite a bit of prey, so I flew in... Hmm, I'm pretty sure she's the daughter of" The Great Fang Clan "Lionel"

"You..."

Moment after moment, he pulls the arrow of light forcefully out, still stabbed in his right arm, and pulls out the fiercely poisoned knife he had hidden. A maiden lion unleashed a blow of death and regeneration against the head of an enemy who appeared in front of her.

"This is good, really good. With this, it is easy to crush the" Great Fang Clan ". Wonderful. We've got a plan to break the corner of the three clans as soon as possible."

"Well, congratulations."

A blade with a poison powerful enough to instantly faint even one of the wounds, such as a human, never arrived. Close range right in front of you, impossible to remove. The aim was precise, but its poisonous blade was bounced, even close to touching the priest, as was the rain grain that descended.

"Oh no, why!?

"" The Cathedral Junction, "this I gave you, is the end of God's manoeuvre. Oh, so wonderful, every time I feel this power, my holy prayer reaches God..."

"I'm sorry I'm impressed, but shouldn't we just seize it? He's still got one or two. He's got one."

"Don't worry. Because it is never possible for this me, now alone in the protection of God, to reach the earliest, unclean, half-beast. Oh, this is the right thing, the miracle of God -"

To the priest, who tells him to get drunk, Gashley muttered, "It's a long time when this starts," and decided to put his hands down instead. Again, kick the head off a female lion. Slightly stronger than just now.

Strongly shaken by her brain, it was only this time with that blow that she completely lost her power to fight back.

"Oh, God of the Blue Light, please bless our" Arrow of Judgement "!

In the dust, only the blue priest's voice of prayer was echoing.

On the 23rd of the month of the Ethereal Moon, having successfully completed the investigation of the original monolith of the Iron Blood Tower, we left the capital Damask and traveled to our next destination.

The stuck Balrog Mountains are rugged, but still at lower altitudes, with large streets open up in the relatively nasty mountains, making it easier to move on than I thought. I never ran into a monster on the road. There will be no more Flame Oak armies or Flame Dragons abruptly abruptly absconding.

It's going well, but to leave Adamantrian territory, we're supposed to go quite a distance. After about a week, I finally crossed the border and entered the next country.

This should also be called a single urban state. The commercial city of Sarawyn is the gateway to the Varna Forest Sea.

The Varna Forest Sea, with its original monolith, is made up of a single sphere of power by an alliance of tribes of beasts. In the name of the "Varna Hundred Beasts Alliance," they rule in a sort of collegial way, where all the species living in the woods gather.

The commercial city of Sarawyn is situated at the midpoint of this alliance area and Adamantoria and does not belong to either. Sarawyn is the meeting point for the deal, with Carlamara just north of the Alliance, and Adamantoria, with streets leading to the far west. It is a half-invoidable location for trading to develop as a thriving merchant city.

That's why it was busy with a wide variety of people, and access was almost free.

"Wow, you let me in without even putting out my guild card. Are you okay in many ways?"

"The result of prioritizing the efficiency of commerce over crime prevention. At least it hasn't been made a problem in this city"

In short, there's some problems, but it's only beneficial to get over it, so it's this kind of gabbagaba barracks. I hope it's no trouble and it's easy from us.

Well, it's a wack that came all the way to Sarawyn, but quickly, it's a separate action divided between the two hands. I gather information with Sariel. Lily and Fiona are out ordering the right quest.

Fiona is a production of "Walpurgis," and she misses her nostalgia a lot at the moment.

She also transfers a good amount of money on the "Flame Oak Crusade" quest, so instead of being barely cold poor, it usually returns to the little rich, but from her she wants to secure it as a minimum savings.

With little money to spend freely, and the wacky feeling of buying and eating, I just left, looking at a quest where I could return on a day trip and the rewards seemed good.

Sure, the quest I ordered was' Fort Gargoyle '?

Gargoyle is a monster like the stone statue of the devil moved out intact, once classified as a kind of golem.

The troublesome thing if they emerge as wild monsters is to build a stubborn stone nest. Stronger nests than lousy buildings are exactly what you deserve to call fortifications. Sometimes it can be a large and numerous herd, or a castle, or a fortress, or to that level.

They say it's a normal size nest this time. That said, a gargoyle, a Rank 3 monster, is caged in a stone fortress in a herd. The rank of the quest is assumed to rise one step to four.

However, the combination of Fiona and Lily would be fine. If he seemed sturdier and more aggressive than expected, he'd cut it up as much as he expected. It's not even the kind of quest you have to complete.

Well, this way, we need to gather information. Plans have not yet been put in place to conduct the investigation without a wave of wind to the original monolith in Meteophor in the Varna Forest Sea. There's nothing we can do about it without gathering local information first.

Adamantoria is a big nation, so the title of Sparda also prevailed there, but in Varna, which is not a country but a tribal alliance and does not really interact with other countries, it will finally not work. When it comes to something strong and likely to help, is it about the status of a Rank 5 Adventurer?

Nevertheless, I've never done much of a job of gathering information before. Speaking of what I can do, the extent to which I hear it in the Adventurer's Guild at best.

The Adventurer Alliance, I just came out without asking Locke. Because once I took the quest, Fiona and Lily's combination would leave immediately, and then Saliel just left.

"Hey, wouldn't it have been nice to hear about it in the guild for a bit?

"I've already heard the information published by the Adventurers Guild"

"Oh, did you? When?"

"While the Master, along with Fiona and Lily, is choosing the quest"

What a handy thing.

Even though I feel a little awkward, I keep quiet about Sariel walking down the street with the usual faceless expression.

I just name it a commercial city, and the street is still really busy with lots of people. Shops and dewstores are there, and the call for good health is always echoed.

People who go out are like 30% Beastman, 30% Dwarf, 30% Human, and more. After all, it would consist of a large number of visitors from each Adamantoria and allied area to here. Humans are alongside beasts and dwarves because western merchants are human-centric and because there are many residents of this Sarawyn as well.

From this part of the southern Pandora continent, many people with shallow black skin can be seen due to the intense sun and hot climate.

It would be nice to have a refreshing sea, but this is a dry savannah area as far as I can see.

"So, anything bothering you?

"At this stage, not yet. Depends on the next survey."

"Right."

Now, how does Sariel always gather information? Actually, I've been a little suspicious for a long time.

There is no doubt that logical thinking is excellent, but like this, Saliel is quite suspicious in terms of his ability to communicate with people in some ways. Nonetheless, it is a homunculus in which people themselves cannot understand their emotions. When it comes to getting information out of others, they should still have a good mouth, and the skills of talking to each other, whether acting or lying to them, should be important. Lily's telepathy is cheesy, so make an exception.

And Sariel has excellent speech skills, it shouldn't be. Even I'm not good...

Anyway, how exactly does she gather information like that? Actually, you know, being so rappy and loving at times like this?

"..." The Arrow of Judgement ""

Unexpectedly, Pottori and Saliel snapped.

"Recently, a cult religion named 'Arrow of Judgement' has been enlivening the movement," he said.

"Again, how could they possibly be suspicious... I mean, how did they suddenly know?"

"Having listened to people's conversations and combined the frequency, rating, threat, etc. of being on the subject, we now determine that the most suspicious being in this Sarawyn is the 'arrow of judgment'"

"Well, you... you were gathering information through a wiretap"

Sariel's superhuman physical abilities extend to five senses. This means that if you concentrate, your hearing will also be at a tremendous level.

Additionally, Sariel would not only have good ears, but would also be able to grasp all the myriad conversations he heard. She said that even that Simon couldn't be perfect when she attacked Avalon, the godly realm of annihilation, to defeat Lily, without difficulty in calculating the Knight's circuit route allocation. Sariel is also very good at mechanical computing and arithmetic skills.

I guess it's not that difficult for her, such as listening to someone else's chat in real time and analyzing the conversation in parallel at the same time.

Of course, if I were you, I'd be able to focus on hearing and listening, but if I tried to hear all the conversations accurately, my head must be flat. I can't very well imitate it to a constant...... Sariel, isn't it actually a homunculus, an android?

"Are you okay imitating all this eavesdropping?

"I'm just making my ears clear. I'm just listening to my audible voice, and there's no illegality at all"

Sure, that's true...... no one would think there was such a super precise and audible guy. Some people must be telling a secret story they don't want to be asked.

"How long can you hear me?

"You can even hear people upstairs in stone buildings there. The content is, I'm really going to break up with my wife soon, so I just want you to wait a little longer -"

"Stop it, it's something no one else should hear."

I knew there was a lot of privacy to be leaked.

No, but for keeping that information in Sariel's personal chest without misusing it, is that okay? Nothing, because nobody's gonna find out, and I'm not setting up a wiretap. It just so happens, yeah, it just so happens, if I was walking, I'd hear it. That's the thing, let's keep it.

"So they say," The Arrow of Judgment. "

"We're going to give priority to the conversation that involves it."

And, roughly, when we have all the information, they're going to go back to the informers and the like to find out more. Sariel said the informer seems to be Better to use to take the back of the information he purchased than to look into the information he wants.

"If that's so obviously suspicious, do you need to do a little research?"

Farren, Partier, Adamantria, and the nations never felt a particular crusader shadow, but at last, that could be the appearance of them.