Kuro no Maou

Gowns, gowns, I woke up in a drunken shake.

"Gu, ugh..."

Waking up sucks. I have a terrible headache...... but far better than that ring. Not unbearable. I don't have any underage experience, but is this what hangover feels like?

Oh, shit, my head won't turn to Locke, and my vision's gonna get bogged down somewhere. Really, you're not a drunk wacko, am I?

"Ha..."

With my lowest sleep, yeah roaring, I finally make sure what's going on around me.

Dim, moldy, in a small room. The intermittent feeling of wobble makes us see that this is the inside of the ship.

With a deep, foggy sleeping head, little by little, I remember my current situation.

"You haven't reached Pandora yet -"

I escaped from that nightmare laboratory and boarded a ship headed for another continent, the Pandora continent.

In the meantime, the fact that I can still safely be on the boat is reassuring because I'm not a caught up wack by that 7th Apostle Saliel or the super bad strength guy of an albino girl named after me.

Because of their human experiments, I gained superhuman combat abilities like a special shooting hero, but he still had no teeth at all. In this other world, it is dangerous to overconfidence your power. Well, meeting that Sariel is more than a successful escape like this, I'll never see him again.

and so on, and not if you are relieved that a visible crisis has left. I noticed.

- Where are you, here?

Should I say it's stranger not to notice?

What I did get on board was a ship, diving into a dim, moldy barn, hiding in a crate of fruit like apples that the sailors couldn't find... supposed to be black magic... but the sight in front of me doesn't exactly match what I remember.

First of all, I should have slept in a crate. Yet there are no boxes, no apples, nowhere.

The surrounding area is a small, dirty, plated, small room, very invisible to the warehouse. I can even feel the pressure here, it's like a barn... or it's an iron lattice instead of a door.

Even if it doesn't, this place looks like a barn.

But from the feel of it, it doesn't seem to be a mistake to be on the ship. So while I was asleep, the sailor found me and caught me as a suspicious person...

"Well, you're up, brother."

One man stood across the rusty iron lattice if he raised his face to the voice he had been struck by.

I'm a town chimp, like a wind guy. On the skin burnt in the day, the arms peeking through the dirty shirt are dug with thunderous tattoos, and the ears have several guillotines and piercings. But on a monkey-like face, a heroic body, and not so tall on average. Pa, look, you don't look very strong.

But there's also the example of Sariel, who can't be alarmed.

"Who, you are"

"Oui oi oi, is that a dialogue over here?

To put it mildly everywhere, the chimpy man approaches the barn.

"Hehe, hey, bro, what kind of a mess were you getting thrown out?

"What?"

"I'm drifting in that worn out outfit in the middle of Atlas' ocean plains. If it was too late for us to find him, he'd be drowning."

Apparently, I was thrown out into the ocean.

Seeing him as a suspicious person, he doesn't necessarily detain him. Suspicious guys don't seem odd in this medieval world, even if they make the decision of summary disposition.

Nevertheless, how deeply I slept that I didn't wake up when I got there. Or were they dumped in the ocean after even the magic of sleep to avoid being poorly resisted?

No, but for that matter, the outfit is changing, too. I was only wearing white clothes and underwear that I could put on my experimental body, and I was drooling with blood in return for escaping while killing both masks.

Although it is now somewhat dirty, it is a simple outfit called trousers on the shirt.

Regardless, I don't remember changing myself. Well, it's impossible for a sailor on that ship to bother dressing up a suspicious man who's about to dump him in the ocean.

I find it uncomfortable that the situation is inconsistent... but it seems to be an indisputable fact that this ship picked me up while I was drifting across the sea.

"You saved me."

"Oh, no, I don't want to thank you. You know what's gonna happen to you, well, you know what?

Hey, the trouble is, I'm in the middle of confusion because I have no idea what that is.

"In the meantime, can you get me out of the barn? You wouldn't believe me saying I'm not a suspicious person... but I'm not willing to do you any harm. I'd like to thank you very much for your help."

"Hey brother, are you all right with your head? If you're serious, uh, maybe you're actually an awesome boy?

Apparently, I made a very misguided statement.

That means he, no, I guess the people on this ship who saved me from the sea weren't just wackos who rescued me with good intentions.

"... what are you going to do with me"

"Well, it's just a labor slave. Then it's a bundle of three sentences... because you're awesome, brother. If you're that strong, if you blow it right, you're going to be a gladiator slave."

I see, have you come as a slave?

There's so little I know about this magical other world. Most of them spent time in that white lab, and the other day, they just escaped there. As far as coming through the port town where the ship was anchored, at least there were no signs of modern civilization.

It was the light of the lamp, not the electricity, that was illuminating the town at night, and the carriage is running instead of the car.

Alley was truly a city fit with a used phrase: medieval fantasy.

If it is as civilized as it seems, there is nothing wrong with slavery being active. Picked it up at sea, a good mysterious man in Gatai. If you can sell it as a slave for a good price, you can pick it up easily. Well, if you're on a boat equipped to keep people locked up.

"Are you slave traders?"

"Before it happens, right? I don't know why you're on a boat with a cabin on purpose, but what else could it be?"

So, you can sell it for a good price, and so on, and the chimpy guy holds a leather bag lowered from his waist and gooes away. Maybe even alcohol is in it.

"Where is this ship headed"

"I'm just heading back to Carla Mara. I'll be at the harbor soon. A short relationship in the meantime, but nice to meet you, brother. If you succeed as a gladiator slave, I'll be a fan."

And so on and so on, the chimpy guy keeps talking to me on his own, drinking his little skin bag of booze.

Still barely knowing the situation, I decided to listen to the cocksucker man's drinking while striking the right gavel to get some information.

However, no useful information was always available. Where does the restaurant's rice taste good, booze is cheap, or even a little bit of good-looking women say the price jumps and they can't get their hands on it? Then, stupidity towards the sailors of this slave merchant ship.

Apparently, the chimpy man is the lower end of the sailor.

And in order to escape the seniors' eyes and skip work, he came here in the name of watching, drinking alcohol diluted with water?

Hey, what are you gonna do when you get familiar with the dickhead situation? I have to worry more about myself than about a guy like this.

"It's dumb talking about getting caught by another guy on the run..."

After the chatty chimp guy left, I was left alone, and I whined about it.

"But it was warmer and more helpful than both of those masks"

The first thing I checked was the existence of the restraint.

The wrist is shackled with chains like handcuffs. That's all. There are no demonic rings in my head that would manipulate people to brainwash, and there are no other signs of strange magic.

Of course, this shackle is also made of sheer iron, with no special features like sealing magic, exploding, or electric shocks flowing. If you cage a little strength, it's cheap enough to break easily.

The iron lattice in the barn is also thin steel with a budget that can be easily bent gnarly if you try and grip it. It's so brittle that I'm worried about this one being caught.

Anyway, I appreciate the monkey restraints you can always get away with if you want to.

The ship still seems to be running over the ocean, so we won't have a choice but to escape and ramble now. We should wait until we get to the harbor.

With that kind of wacko, I chose to maintain the status quo of falling asleep in a dirty little house like this...

"What, something's wrong..."

I'm not a wacko suspicious of that dickhead man. It's not like that kind of weird, uncomfortable, like this situation was set up to fool me.

What I find strange is myself.

"I forget something very important... I feel like"

To say, on the last day of my summer vacation, such despair and impatience are smoking in my breasts as if I realized I had forgotten to do one of my homework. As if my instincts were screaming, not if they are caught so manly, don't remember the strange uncomfortable.

What the hell am I afraid of?

Hmm, and no matter how much I twist my head, I can't think of anything. My memory, I do remember getting on a boat to Pandora, and then spending a few days in a crate lurking my breath, exactly. There is no memory anywhere.

Even before I woke up here, I must have fallen asleep, fed up with my cramped sailing trip... and woke up in this barn.

"No way, there's something going on while I was asleep and I'm forgetting it...?

Again, it's odd that I didn't wake up at all in the part where sailors found me and threw me into the ocean or changed at some point. No matter how much sleep magic you have, you'll wake up if Zabun is thrown into the ocean by boulders. Besides, my body is also more resistant to such state anomalies.

"... no, I can't remember anything"

I know it sounds suspicious, but no matter how hard I try, I just feel like I was asleep.

"Damn, I guess it's not the after-effects of being hit in the head with a ring or anything"

The needle in that ring was sure to reach the brain. It's not strange what the symptoms are. Let's just say it's miraculous that you keep your self and your memory in this way. Seriously, I'm glad I didn't have to be an abolitionist at a level where I don't even know who I am.

"Are you better at figuring out how to shake yourself after this than what you can't remember"

Whatever you say, I was thrown naked and out of the world in the same situation. Fortunately, even salamanders possess enough combat ability to spitefully defeat a fire-spraying dragon with bare hands, so their safety is likely to be quite assured.

But no matter how strong, I'm hungry. My body now hosts enough toughness to keep moving throughout the week without drinking or eating, but that's why I'm not forever a fine wack.

To live, you have to eat. I have money to eat. Of course, you can't just eat.

Food and shelter essential for humans to live. Without securing this first, my otherworldly life will not begin.

"In the meantime, you'll never be a gladiator slave."

I'm not kidding, like being fought at the convenience of others. At the corner, I was lucky enough to get out of that hell.

People, monsters, I already killed them scattered. I don't want to fight anymore.

"Yes, let's live in peace. I like a life that has nothing to do with battle."

First of all, stability in the life base. Then, the search for the means to return to Japan. This would be a better-than-conceivable choice.

"But different worlds of life...... haha, I guess I could have been a little more excited without the hell of a human experiment"

I'm a literary and artistic person and my hobby is writing lanobes, and naturally, I'm quite fond of fantasy work. A great adventure in a different world of swords and magic, with lovely heroines and allies you can count on… what a pleasure to the extent that you can honestly dream about it.

But the other world I've been through was already a miserable hell of flesh and pain. Now I don't think this world is a kind world, like a fairy tale, full of dreams and hopes.

Or me, I'm a wacko about to be sold as a slave right now. Now if I had stayed the original mere high school student, it would have been a tragic slave life certainty.

"That's why I don't thank you for giving me this power."

At the very least, if you don't grab even a happy life in the crowd, you can't be doing it.

I can't predict at all what's going to happen, but I hope I can work hard and have a fun different world life - what a sweet but positive thing to think about, it's getting noisy outside in Russia.

"Hey, brother, we're at the harbor."

And it was the chimpy guy who just chatted to pick me up.

"Oi, I know you do, but you're not gonna do some weird imitation, are you?

"Hehe, even if you fall into slavery, you want to be satisfied with five bodies."

"Ugh, nice body..."

Behind the chimpy man stands three tough men, who should be anything but rough. Each one hangs on a sword and axe and this lookout, and no signs of stamina are dust.

It would be like a watchdog to move me out of jail. But I don't feel any great magic or strong signs of it. This seemed so much stronger for both bastards like the orcs they dealt with in the manoeuvre experiments.

At times of need, we need to quickly disable them. Especially the third, don't look at my body with your licking eyes.

"Please, just be nice to me. If you're going to get busted, you'll have to do it after the sale."

And so on, the chimp man opens the door to the cell and urges me to go outside.

For one thing, pretend to follow the word with great admiration.

If you want to escape, get off this ship and get off to the harbor. It would be dangerous to suddenly try to escape in strange lands, but it would be more dangerous to be taken to their Azitos like this.

You should be better equipped to store your merchandise than you are naming a slave trader. Some of them could be dangerous items, like that ring, that can make you obey with or without saying.

The only thing tying me up right now is one of these chatty handcuffs and a bunch of bastards like Haribote. You'll be able to check on the harbor and then burn the black magic smokescreen and get away with it successfully.

Walk on a narrow boat with a brief escape plan and finally head outside.

The bright, downpouring sun is dazzling. It's been a long time since I've seen the sun light, I think. The experimental facility was underground, and it was at night that I snuck into the ship in port town.

But when I had to look at the blue sky that the sun illuminated, I felt terribly normal and I didn't get any emotions like this.

"Ugh..."

As I narrow my eyes to the glare, a sandy, mixed breeze strokes my cheeks.

So I finally realized what a place this is.

"What is this place..."

Not the sea. It was a desert.

The big wooden ship that I'm standing on is not water, it's floating on the sand that's flowing with salad.

Turn around and you'll see a color of sand to the other side of the horizon.

Too unexpected sight...... but if you see a large number of ships crossing sandy seas right now, you have to admit this is the place to be.

"What a surprise. Haven't you seen the back harbor before?

A chimpy man says to me with a stunned look on his face, niggling.

I don't know what the back harbor is about, but I'm simply surprised there's a sea of sand and a ship running there, but perhaps this is a natural sight for the residents here. Then there is no need to make a surprising residual appeal to such a natural landscape.

Oh, yeah, and so on and so on and so on and so forth, I watch the sand harbor shock there too, carefully around.

Not so much, not a big port. It is on a scale such as a small fishing port.

Those on land have a series of reddish rocky mountains, which are not too far to be seen. However, it is difficult to assume that this is a lonely little island due to the fact that a good number of men are busy unloading.

"Welcome to Carla Mara, the endless city of desire, you know!

"Is this it?"

"Yeah, come on, I sympathize with your slave starting brother, but, well, good luck with that."

I was convinced by the chimpy man's dialogue, which I put aside.

Based on his chatter, the city of Carla Mara seems pretty massive. Not only do people like Koitsu and others flock, but there are also lots of beautiful, expensive restaurants and night shops. This means that the more clearly the difference between rich and poor is divided, the larger the population. And if there are many blessed, the city will develop considerably more than that.

A big city in the desert, huh? Something like Las Vegas and Dubai kind of gives me that image.

Anyway, I could make sure it was a good enough place for me to escape.

Later, the time to escape. Do you want to go down the tarap and decide the moment you get down to the harbor?

On the surface, obediently, but in my mind, counting down the escape, I walked one step, one more step and the deck, and finally...

"Hey, stay! What are you guys, where did you come from?!!

A loud man's voice echoes at the moment. At that moment, the harbor suddenly turns into a swordsweeping atmosphere.

"SHEET! Found Death!

"If we get this far, we'll be forced to break through later!

Seen, the center of the disturbance and the figure of the intruder quickly became apparent. When men with weapons jump from all over them, it is the two girls who are chasing them.

One is a white child with red eyes on her blonde hair, characterised by short hair bouncing like a dog ear. The other has wavy silver hair, exotic brown skin, blue eyes.

I can tell from the fact that each of those two is armed with swords and canes that they are not just children who got lost here.

And most importantly, even from this distance away, I can feel strong signs emanating from the two girls.

Not as good as Sariel, but I can be sure she has superhuman abilities against her looks as well. My predictions soon became a reality.

Kill the men who come, with the sword lightly handed to them by their blonde daughter, and silence the bastards who hold back their way with white-wind magic the moment their brown daughter raises her wand. Positive armor sleeve touch.

I'm sorry that a big adult got hit like a good kid. They're strong.

"Oui, what the fuck, that little one, huh? Come here, will you?

A chimpy man watching the commotion with wild horse guts rounded rushes toward this ship two more and more times.

If you look at the sight of those two, you'll clearly know that this ship is a destination.

"Whoa, yabe, he said he was coming for real!!

Among other things, the two have come to the present point where the ship docks, the next moment a blonde daughter threw something in.

"Get down!

I thought it was an explosive, and I lay down on the spot, somehow reflexively pushing down the dick guy right next to me.

Fortunately, objects like flying balls emitted bright white smoke instead of blast flames. Apparently, it's just a smokescreen.

Is this what saved you the hassle? All right, let's just say you're confused by this crisp, and you run away.

"Lillian! Where are you, Death, Lillian!!

"I'm here to help, respond, Lillian!

On the smokescreen, I rode up to the deck, the screams of the two girls, undisputed, were words to help someone.

I come aboard a slave merchant ship, screaming for the girl's name. What it means is, you'll soon be able to guess.

"... it's none of my business"

Stop being such a jerk of justice. I'm not in the kind of situation that other people think I am.

I don't know what's going on, it's not like I'm gonna stick my neck in it. Don't get emotional, make a decision calmly.

Though I think so, my foot just took a step to escape, but I never got out.

"Shh, just a little bit. See how it goes."

At the very least, if I didn't tell myself so, I would have chosen an unreasonable course of action that I wasn't comfortable with.