Kuro no Maou

"Today, the wind is noisy..."

It's me standing on the roof of the building, shaking my hair in the wind, twinkling.

Well, I'm the one making the wind noisy.

"I knew the strength of the wind attribute was this diffusion."

Currently experimenting with magic using pseudo-wind attributes.

Wind attributes are also ineffective when used just as defensive magic. It's just a gas in the first place, so where we let the wind blow so hard, the enemies that storm us are only stirred up, and we can only expect effects to such an extent as to divert the falling arrows. It works for sprinkling smoke and poison gas though.

However, the greatest advantage of wind is diffusion. It's not a flame, it's not a thunder, it's a wind that blows through instantly, so you can make it work on all the spaces around you in no time.

Defensive magic that covers all around you. That would be an effect to be called the junction, not the shield or the wall, at the earliest.

In this way, I knitted the juncture that is also considered high magic in modern magic (the model) into bends. Named "Black Wind Exploration (Windsearcher)".

Yeah, after all, no matter what you think, this isn't a broadly protected junction, it's just enemy magic. That's what I'm saying.

Aside from the definition, this Black Wind Exploration (Windsearcher), as its name suggests, explores, searches for enemies, and detects anomalies.

The black wind created by my black magic, when blown through the surrounding area, can somehow feel the blown thing. As for the sensation, something like a slight tactile sensation? Is the sole the ground or the wall or the tree, or is it a person or a monster? The difference can be seen if the black wind blows through.

The black wind is a state where black magic is particulate and diffused, so even if I let it blow, my connection with myself is not broken. So if the wind touches me, I can feel it, too.

I can look beyond my sight, at the end of the bend, across the shield, in all directions and moments while "clutching" such places. Until now, I had to rely on an ambiguous sixth sense: signs of magic, killings, etc., but with this one, I would be more sure to grasp the existence of the enemy.

And the other thing, "Exploring the Black Wind (Windsearcher)" also has the ear-like effect of collecting sounds.

Originally, wind attribute magic has bugging of effects that pick up distant or small sounds and deliver them to the operator, as well as auxiliary magic for opponents and vigilance. It is not impossible to reproduce this effect because it exhibits the same properties as the wind, albeit pseudo.

"Black Wind Exploration (Windsearcher)" reaches out to me and the sound that reaches its range. This effect is not so much to eavesdrop on the enemy's hissohisso story as to...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

These are the kind of things you don't miss hearing screaming for help.

"Ursula, apparently another child is being attacked nearby"

"Mm, okay. Master Chrono, please go."

The person in charge today was Ursula, who had come only a short distance from the school base for magical practice.

And the unfolding Black Wind Exploration (Windsearcher) just heard a child being attacked by a zombie and screaming.

"Oh, I'm coming"

Even on Ursula's day alone, it has already been the third outing. She's totally used to it, too.

For the first time, I've been told things like it's dangerous or I shouldn't stick my neck in extra... but I've already saved my kid here once. And the kid who helped me told me about this Gigas fort, the school base.

Whenever I help, I want some kind of reward from my child. Of course not, but the point is, if I did it once, it's the same twice and three times. As many times as I've noticed, I want to go help.

Even if it's the power given to the irrational result, if there's a life I can save, I'm not confused about using it. Corner, you have such a strong force. What do you need to get lost in to kick some silly zombies in?

"Will you take care of this mask after all"

Formerly, this blackened kid's toy mask is the same thing he wore during his first quest to find Gigas's castle.

I can't feel anything moving with the gang, but we're still in the middle of a latent life. I want to avoid conspicuous imitation.

So when you're going to help someone who doesn't know anywhere, you better hide your face so anyone can see you.

Anyway, if you wear a hood, a mask, on a plain gray robe that has already established itself as a regular outfit, the disguise is complete.

And so I made the grey robe run with all my might in the direction of the sound of the scream.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

An even more damning scream cancels out the scream that

"Wowwwwwwwww!!

"A runner!

"Everybody run! Quick!!"

An unfortunate encounter with a runner wandering the alley was a threesome of slave girls. They've just reached the age of ten and already have several years of careers in their work here.

The moment I ran into a runner at just close range was the only time I screamed, but it was fast to hit the one hand of escape.

With the supplies they gathered, they threw the packed bags in an untrained fashion and began to run through the dark alley in a light-hearted state with all their strength.

"Shit, shit, shit!?

"He said he was coming!

"Turn this way!

The slave girls, who are not a privileged eating circumstance, take advantage of their thin, childish and small bodies, through the cracks of a wall about to fall apart from the alley, running through the dark ruins with selfless obsession, and once again jumping outside, continue to look for further escape routes.

The runner after them is a big male. The speed of running is faster than that of a girl, but cracks in the walls and so on become obstacles and stop her...... but due to the instincts of undead monsters, even when her body shreds, she forcefully goes through narrow cracks and even continues to chase her prey.

The endurance of a girl who is only a 10-year-old is known. One runner boasts an almost endless stamina. It's just impossible to run away.

Hundreds of people know such disadvantages. And then there are the terrain and houses that are suitable for shaking off runners successfully. Whether or not we can find it while we can run and run with all our might.

I mean, luck.

"There! The door's open!

"Come in!

"Ah!

After all, they were twisted. A half-open door was in my eyes that was shaking in the wind and rattling.

At the next moment, the three roll in there without thinking about it later.

Everyone, including runners, knows that zombies basically rely on sight and hearing to find their prey. Therefore, if you can pinch the door and get out of sight even temporarily, you will also see the possibility of hiding and doing it over.

Fortunately, the only runners that have come after us are the one, and the other zombies have yet to come together. You don't have to worry about the house you ran into being besieged.

And so far they weren't wacky enough to think, but they were intuitively able to make the decision that the door was the best solution for them to help.

"Close it quickly!!

"Mugaaaaaaaaaa!!

It was almost at the same time that the doors of the shimmering trees were closed by the full force of the three girls, and that the runners hit the doors with their screams.

"Career!"

Miraculously, the doors here were built so that they wouldn't open inside. The door stood up to the shock that the runner hit without hesitation.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Don't, a rambling knock. Runners convinced that their prey is over one door are beating the door hard without giving up.

Sometimes just tree doors are degraded, and it doesn't seem like they can stand the beating of runners forever. But it wasn't even brittle enough to smash in just one blow.

"Yes, now, let's get out of here."

"Shouldn't you be hiding?

"If it's a back door or something, you're gonna get away with it."

Speaking aloud, the girls slowly walked out of the room to kill their footsteps, at that time.

Kinkin 'Kinkin'...

It's like scrubbing metal, a tall sound.

Right behind me, there is the noise of a runner who keeps knocking on the door as he screams, but the metal noise slowly lingered in his ear. That's probably because I instinctively felt it sounded so creepy, heterogeneous, and ominous.

"Hey, hey, this sound -"

Before one girl asked, Sole showed up.

"Kissi, shaaaa......"

There is no difference between a rotten face and body being a zombie too familiar with. But those arms just don't stick pointlessly forward, they hold the blade so that they have a clearer intent to kill - no, the arm itself is the blade.

"Ugh, lie, it's a slasher, he..."

"Ha, ha, no... he's dead already"

"Hit, hit"

I've never seen it before. But I know what that alien looks like and what his name is.

'Thrasher' is only in the heart of a zombie-dense area or in certain other buildings. Since the point of appearance is limited, it can be avoided beforehand if known. I've never seen anything like a child who has survived here for so long.

That is, instant death is inevitable if we meet, though it is a dangerous undead monster that outweighs zombies and runners.

Kinkin 'Kinkin'...

Thrasher makes an uncomfortable metal noise as he meets the bragging blade in front of the trembling helpless girl.

"To, to, escape..."

Nowhere is left at the earliest, such as the escape route.

Tiger at the front gate, wolf at the rear gate. There is no reason for the girls who are just slaves to know that there is such a word, but there is nothing better than understanding that the situation is truly sole.

Behind the dark hallway is a slasher. And right behind us, runners are still pounding the door hard.

There is no escape anywhere. There is no gap to escape.

Oh, there was no time for the girls to realise that this was despair, and Slasher shook up the blade on both arms and hung up with his odd voice.

"-" Demon Bullets (Barrett Arts) ""

Dobaaaa!!

A fierce burst of noise overwrote both the girl's scream and the thrasher's ambition, roaring as if it dominated everything on this scene.

And it all ends with one roar - no, just one bullet.

"What... what...?

Slasher, who was about to wave the blade down in front of him, had rotten brain weather bouncing and falling on his back.

Turning around, the wooden doors are smashed and scattered, and runners who have been chasing themselves around behind them are laying low on the ground, losing their heads, just like thrashers.

And then stand further behind it, one gray man.

"Are you okay, I'm here to help"

"Oh, you, maybe"

"A gray robe with a black mask, for sure."

"It's Black Mask Ash! I was really there!!

"... eh"

Black mask ash.

That's the name of a hero who rushes to help me when a child's slave engaged in dangerous and harsh labor of material recovery in the first tier is attacked by a zombie.

Characteristic appearance of a black mask on a grey robe. Black and instantly magical, any large group of zombies, no matter how powerful the undead monsters are, will be defeated in no time.

And most importantly, a miracle superhero who blesses you with soft bread and dried meat when you leave.

That's the gray shadow, the black mask ash, on the first tier!

"Bread, please!

"Give me some meat!

"Dear Ash, please!!

"Wow, the kids here are cash..."

But it is true that we are not blessed, so we need to apply it as much as we can on this occasion. I gave bread and meat to my first slave boy brother I helped, and I don't feel like I'm going to be waxing around giving it to another kid anymore.

Even then...... Black Mask Ash, what a complete spread of rumors.

I've done this several times in the last week or so hearing kids scream and rushing to help, but quite a few kids who work here seem to know.

I guess there are a lot of connections as a child. It wasn't long before rumors spread.

The only brothers who named themselves Ash were the first ones to help, but I guess the rumors are still from them, given the spread of this name.

"I got help in time this time, but I don't always get to help. Be careful not to be found by zombies again."

"Yes."

Send it to the nearest safe zone for once, and then I'll tell him that I'm very sorry, but as a hero, I can't live up to the kids' expectations perfectly.

If rumors of being too heroic go solo, there might come out a kid who believes this and gets attacked by a zombie who's fine. Even if not, every day, there are always kids who die from zombies without me being able to help them.

Interpretation, I'm just one. It is also limited to a very narrow range, within a vast first tier, where the voice calling for help can be heard. I know how many children Ash can help.

So, because there are things I can't help, and you want me to continue to be careful and collect supplies - and that's what I said, that these kids have salvation? If you can't take it off the first tier overflowing with this zombie, no, from being a slave, there can't be anything really saved.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the dried meat is cut. I have cookies instead."

"Cookies!?

"Yay!

"A treat!!

Do girls still prefer sweet things? The colour of the eyes is changing.

"Look, we're gonna have to split up the three of us."

"Whoa, whoa!

"Mm-hmm!

"Sweet!

Are you listening to me or not, my three daughters eating each other to snatch a packed sachet of cookies I gave you. He felt more successful than smiling.

"Then I'll go now. Take care of yourselves... survive"

Even if we only connect our lives on this occasion, every day dangerous work will continue again tomorrow. Nothing changes, and I can't.

What I'm doing will be nothing but hypocrisy for me. Most importantly, if the storm passes, we leave this city. Just now, how the hell does it mean, no, there's justice in the act just now that I'm here?

Still, as long as I can hear the children screaming, I have nothing better to do than go save them. Which way, besides me, there's not a single guy here who wants to help a slave child...

By the time we rescued the three girls and went back under Ursula again, it was already noon. I decided to go back to school for lunch.

"Wow!

And now there's a scream from inside the school!

"- What's up, are you okay!!

Wow. If you jump into the basement in a hurry about something, there's...

"Wow, stop!

Mia, glue-wrapped and hung with rope from the ceiling, was screaming,

"Ugh! You Yarrow!"

"How dare you have lunch?"

"Get your rice back!

"Back up!

The kids are throwing the slimeball I gave them at the hanging Mia.

"Mi, guys, calm down a little!

And Cruz, the guardian, was fooling everyone while he was horny.

"... what is it?"

"Ah, Ursula! And Master Chrono."

Welcome back, and I hope everyone greets you politely, but not now. Hanging Mia is circling around behind everyone.

"Come on, I don't know what happened, but it's not a good idea to bully one of us for wanting to stop by."

"Well, Mia ate lunch by herself."

"The stew pan is empty!

"I had beef in today."

"To"

"... Mia, is that true?

"Uh, hey, I was just gonna have a taste."

"Is there anything else to say"

"It was delicious, welcome!

"Guys, you can slap him."

"Ghaaaa! Dear Chrono, it's terrible!!

No, terrible would be you who ate up ten servings of stew, no matter what you think. There are limits to everything. I mean, you eat too much... isn't it specific or something? Sure, I've heard from Ursula before that there are some constitutions that can almost convert what I ate into magic.

"Hey! Don't play forever, it's time for a new lunch help, Dace!

The collective lynching of the children ends for the first time by the call of Leki heard from the kitchen.

Or so, although Mia is not allowed. Food resentment is deep.

"Phew, that was terrible."

"Damn it, make it easy on me to eat."

"Eh heh, I can't stop."

I will untie the rope for a moment and lower Mia, but she is a hella smile who cannot see the colour of reflection at all.

"Ha, for now, you clean the bathroom by yourself."

"Eh!!

Reveal Prize Essential Punishment. Though a child, if you don't do a good job around it, the child around you will be unhappy, of course.

Now that I'm here, I don't have a problem with food, but bulimia in a state of food is seriously a maximum sentence thing. A boulder is as deep a sin as it counts among the seven great sins.

Thank you, Mia, for cleaning the bathroom.

"Hey, what's for your new lunch?

Oh, no, he can't. I'm not even really reflecting on the shards.

"I missed lunch today, too."

"Ghaaaa!

Why do you think you can eat even more?

"Or are you still not eating enough? You are"

"No, there's a deep wack in this."

"What kind of deep wax do you have for stuffing?"

"... I have no choice, beyond this period, apparently I have no choice but to tell the truth"

And suddenly Mia gets a serious look, and her brilliant crimson eyes look up at me.

"Actually, I am Mia Ellord, the ancient demon king. Now I have a wax, and I've lost my memory and forgotten my protection, and I'm here for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but there are all kinds of conditions and constraints for God to manifest himself in this world... and there's not enough magic for me to continue to exist here today"

"So."

"The most basic way to supply magic is to eat. I'm not going to disappear yet to carry out my mission!

"Ho."

"So why don't you give me more rice?

"I see, Mia, I know exactly what's going on with you"

"The boulder, Master Chrono, I thought you'd believe me, even if you lost your memory!

"Of course, I believe you. Then eat this for now."

"... What's this?

"It's Caroboo"

It is a wonderful food that can be obtained in large quantities from this first tier by making it a nutritious, fully nutritious diet.

"What is this... not delicious... I mean tasteless, tasteless... this is blasphemy to God..."

Take a bite and Mia will tell you a review of the flavor with a look of despair that I feared from the bottom of my heart.

"You can eat as many of these as you want, because there's an itch."

"Ugh, uhh... Master Krono's fool! Devil! Nightmare Berserker!"

"Look, if you eat, just come clean up"

Mia cried and turned around Carobou, leaving with the mop to the bathroom in her hand.

"Damn, he's a problem kid."

And, although there is such trouble, the school base is still peaceful today.

The kids are also spending their days inside this basement with little to no leakage of dissatisfaction when they say it's only days out to the courtyard.

Are you saying that, beneath the bend, we have only been longitudinally crossing the continent from the kingdom of Ortencia, the northernmost part of Pandora, to the southern end of Carla Mara? I'm sure these kids are more patient and have a stronger heart than I think.

But I can't be sweet on that myself.

I want to get out of here quickly and be able to walk through the city waving major players. I don't want these kids to feel any more crippled.

But if I'm gone from this first tier... the black masked ash, the hero who rushes to the pinch, will disappear again.

If there's a kid who believes in Ash's existence and dies while he keeps calling for help, that could just be a crueler end than being killed for making him poorly hopeful.

"I can't save all my children. So at least these kids..."

"Ugh, Master Chrono, the bathroom here is too spacious."

Mia, who grabbed the mop, is appealing to me with a gaze that she might want help.

"Ha... you're the one who can't help it"

Just this once, I decided to help Mia clean the bathroom.