Kuro no Maou

The Silverian clan began to flourish due to the excavations of the Great Labyrinth in the middle of the Atlas Grand Desert called Carlamara, and it was named after the city from its early days of interest. On record, it is believed that it was the oldest family in Carla Mara and was also heavily involved in the establishment of the labyrinth city.

Such Sylverian clans still have a great influence in Carlamara.

The face of the table is the corner of the Three Millionaires, as the Silverian Chamber of Commerce.

The back face, as Silverian Familia, corner of the three big gangs.

The contemporary contemporary lord of Silverian, who boasts great power both on the front and back of Carlamara, is a woman by the name of Annamarie.

Annamarie, the daughter who inherited our Lord's seat from her prematurely deceased father, is a poor girl in a box who still doesn't know her right or left.

But after forty years, she remained in the throne of the Lord, and the shadow was nowhere at the earliest, where she had become the queen to reign as head of the Silverian clan.

"- What is it, what is it, please!

Therefore, even as I see a big man in front of me scrubbing his head to the ground in tears and pleading, Annamarie only looks down with cold eyes everywhere.

Colored with a dazzling white glow, only two men, the Lord of this room and the one who pierces the earthen seat of tears, are present in her office.

"I don't like bad guys."

He said he even bothered to pay people to talk about this man, the senior officer (captain) of the family, and the content is a personal favor that doesn't benefit the organization at all.

Annamarie's cold stories were a manifestation of her disappointment as it was.

The man who climbed up to the captain bent over to see how his boss reacted can't possibly fail. Still, he had nothing better to do than bow his head and ask for it.

"- But I hate guys who break easily more. Fine, I'll admit it for what you do personally."

"Oh, thank you!!

Crying for a man's cry, the captain raised his face and shouted his thanks, leaving the clerk's office.

I allowed him to wish, not because I was never relieved of my emotions. Simply because I've made the decision that it's better to be warm here.

For Annamarie, even the doctrinal ideas, lives and lives of others are one element that determines the profit and loss account. It is the same, both as a merchant and as a gang.

"Mam, a customer is here"

"Though there shouldn't have been any plans for visitors at this hour?

The response to the butler's report heard through the door was mixed with a slight frustration.

He is so impolite, such as a visitor without an appointment, that he cannot help but forgive it. In both cases, you will not be a good guest.

"Master Lurik Tobalcain is here."

"The lurick!? Hurry up and let me through!

Yes, I did, before the butler's reply arrived, Dawn and the thoughtfully open door opened.

"Ha-ha-ha! They're already here!

"Well, Lurik! Oh, long time no see, I missed you!

"Me too, Auntie!

She was too rude to enter and leave, but Annamarie welcomes her adorable nephew back with joy.

Ask the Guest for courtesy, but not the family.

"Oh, you've grown so much hair, even your beard"

"Doesn't it look good on you?

"No, I've become more and more of a man!

"Thanks! My aunt is as beautiful as ever. Can I kiss you?"

"No, you shouldn't, kid."

"My aunt's too attractive for me."

And so on, they exchanged enthusiastic kisses and they rejoiced in reunion.

In that way, after a long hiatus, I finally calm down and carry him to talk.

"Long time no see, too, Lieutenant Gashley."

"Ha, we're out of time"

Gashley wears a black suit worn by many of the official constituents of the family, not the usual black Asla torso.

It's a widely popular outfit in Carla Mara, but if Gashley, a big, musculoskeletal man, wears it, it just looks like a gang caution stick. In fact, you're right.

Luric, on the other hand, wears a bursting white suit. A white suit to choose who to wear, but suited him, a long skinny colored man, as he had put it on.

"You're back, Lurik. I'm glad we made it."

"Well, because it was Setouchi to see if the clan's grief would come true. I came back from Ragna in a hurry."

"Yeah, you've finally got a chance to get Monolith back from Xanadu."

"So, that jizzy already?

"I'm still alive. Really, a filthy man living everywhere."

Adventure King Xanadu falls, news of no stranger in Karamara. But knowing more about its content would be limited to a very small part.

"Well, I was wondering if I'd take it slow in my first home town in a long time until he poked me away"

"Not too many wings off. Please. You've got a little bit of a lookout, and you've got a lot of women coming."

"Whoa, whoa, stop talking about the old days, Auntie. I'm married now, and I'm a child."

"It will remain unattended on Avalon. You could have brought him here."

"Hey, you're an impossible son... not for him. I can't let the Knights take over my tracks."

"Hehe, you're starting to look like your father too."

It has nothing to do with talent. As Knights Commander, I am important because I am a descendant of the ancient Second Apostle Cain, the bloodline.

There's only one reason why I didn't dare involve my only son like that.

No matter how much more protection is granted than the 'White God', the head of the Cathedral Knight is Tsu Way. I just wish as a father that he would sing a gentle, loving son, a life of tranquillity without knowing anything more than a sacred and rugged life.

"No, no, because it's simply best to keep it connected to Avalon's Arklite"

"Fine, if that's what you're going to say, I'll leave you to that"

"Thank you. I knew your aunt would be sweet."

"What are you talking about, we'll be family"

Anna Marie, female boss of a ruthless gang. Her heartfelt smile is directed only at her family.

As a chamber of commerce and as a gang, Silverian grew bigger than when he was a father to his predecessors. It was the tissue that expanded, but for that matter, so did the blood connected family.

So even more so, I still love Lurik, who supports me in the shadows.

"So what can this nephew do for his beloved aunt?

"We're all set. Almost all Cathedral knights are also able to convene"

"Oh, no way there's going to be a day to lead all the Knights into battle, the one that feels like nothing?

"That's all it's gonna be, a massive battle, no, you do it."

"Civil unrest... nice, exciting"

"Hehe, even if we don't move, if Xanadu dies, it'll start on its own."

Carla Mara now has that kind of balance of power.

Xanadu was first-rate as an adventurer, and first-rate as a merchant... but as the head of the organization, it seemed like a second-rate stop.

His enthusiastic Zanadu treasury, known as Dominating Half of Karamara, continues to fight day and night, with treasury executives and others, including children and grandchildren's blood clans, trying to obtain all of Zanadu's post-death legacy and status, respectively.

With Xanadu, the absolute top, the treasury is formed as one organization, but the more it is clear that if he falls like this, he will remain divided, the more the various factions are contending with each other.

And if Xanadu dies and the inheritance feud begins in earnest, yet another force connected to each faction, the three millionaires and gangs, including Silverian, and other countries around the Atlas Grand Desert, including the major chambers of commerce and Rockwell, will take this opportunity to stick their necks in Carlamara's rights.

It's a situation where countless sparks are scattered all over Carlamara and the arsenal is myriad of disturbances. It's not strange when, where, and with any kick-ass, large-scale combat begins.

"If Xanadu dies, the operating authority of the original monolith is temporarily frozen. Then the rest is simply a simple situation where the most powerful man can take it back."

"What else do you want me to tell you about Monolith's secret?

"Well, I guess the obvious sniffing around is" Golden Dawn. "

"I've never heard of it, but which organization?

"It's an adventurer party. It's rank five and now it's called the strongest in Carla Mara."

"I see, it's a wack to keep diving into the Great Labyrinth and finding out all kinds of things... so it's a pain in the ass to be a strong adventurer"

Those guys weren't unprecedented wackos.

Still, Carla Mara's map of forces continues unchanged because she has eliminated those who have overknown the extra. Generations of Silverian party leaders have been doing that ever since this labyrinth city was created.

Silverian is the only one who can hold the secret of the original monolith.

Never touch the original monolith until you have given it to me.

Thus, for generations, the Silverian clan has continued to monitor to ensure that no one reaches the depths of the Great Labyrinth with the original monolith. It's like a tomb guard guarding a royal tomb.

But there were those who scratched it and reached the original monolith.

That's Xanadu, the King of Adventures.

Even for the holy mission imposed on the Silverian clan, we need to regain the original monolith from Xanadu's hands as soon as possible and restore it to what it should be again.

"I'm sure the time for the commissioning is near... finally, my efforts will bear fruit too"

Thank God you were born in this day and age.

"Well, the Crusaders are here at this time, and it must be God's guidance."

The story of the invaders and crusaders from the Ark continent also reaches Karamara at the end of the south. Anyone with ears and ears is listening once.

But none will come into direct contact.

The Crusaders dropped Daedalus but can't cross the Galahad Mountains losing to Sparda.

Everyone thinks that from the kingdom ruled by Dragon King Garvinal, the colonies of the Crusades and the internal conditions of the region have just changed, which will have no effect whatsoever on the vast majority of the Pandora continent......

"Whoa, maybe your aunt's already with the Crusaders?

"Yeah, I checked a little while ago - I'm real."

Heh, and from Lurik's mouth, there was zero hot exhalation that didn't suit him.

That's pure anticipation. Expectations as fervent as a boy.

If the Crusaders were truly an army with the protection of the 'White God', they would not remain alone in creating civil strife in Karamara.

Perhaps the historic feat of loss and recapture of the Holy Land, complete conquest of the Pandora continent, no, may be accomplished through thousands of years of sorrow.

"Oh, I see. That's the kind of wacko Arklight would put in."

"Let them take care of your connections with the Crusaders now. We first need to consolidate our homeland."

"But then - nice, the dream spreads."

"Yes, through that arc light, we have received support from the Crusaders to our compatriots in distant lands."

"Heh, how much is that again?

"You can't weigh me down. So, Lurik, you have to account for this."

and Annamarie, who accidentally rattles her pussy and fingers.

Apparently, that dry sound isn't a signal to call the butler.

Suddenly, a magical formation emits a white glow that rises inside the room.

Lurik knew it was the magic formation of the metastasis, but the human form that emerged from it didn't recognize him.

"What, this armor? Who's in there?

Standing inside the room is a heavy armored helmet with dazzling white armor. It is a fully covered full body armor, from head to toe.

"Armor (Holy Gear), they call it."

"Heh, that's in your big name again - and here it is, maybe ancient armor (enchanted gear)!?

Lürick, who was looking at the armor at the center of his interest, realizes who it is.

Ancient armor (enchanted gear). It is a type of ancient weapon that uses ether as a power, boasting the mobility of cavalry and the defense of heavy knights.

"No, based on ancient armor (enchanted gear), it was developed by the Crusaders."

"Seriously, you're too much of a crusader magic tech to be able to make this in front of you..."

"Unfortunately, I have to admit, they're going better than us."

"How many of these planes are there?

"Twenty-one planes. Of which, one plane is turning to analysis in pieces, so it can be moved by twenty"

"Isn't this what Carla Mara can take over now?

"Don't be overconfident. They're not finished yet either."

The fact that we are still in the prototyping phase and have not yet reached full mass production, but that we have put out a consolidated number, that is all we should be stunned by.

"Um, that's good... that's good, here! I like it, let me use it, Auntie!

Of course, I saved it for you.

"Hyahaw, thank you Auntie, I love you! All right, let's go, Gashley, let's get him around fast!

"Good Lord, Roger that, Your Highness."

As such, Lürick had Gashley carry his armor and jump out of the room in a good mood like a child.

Outside Carla Mara.

Somewhere in the gloomy streets, the popular tavern, which seems to be everywhere, is still open today with quite a few guests...... in essence, today was the rent-out of Silverian Familia. Both the men hanging out near the entrance and the guests drinking looking out in the window seats are all Silverian constituents.

But tonight was not the feast of their constituents' labor, except for the main guest.

"Oh, could I have been the last?

And the woman, dressed in a white coat, unlike the pub at the end of the day, is also one of the guests invited here.

A young woman with pale green hair tied up and intellectually glazed beautiful but warm grins. Wrapped around a luxurious body is a special coat worn by clerics running treatment centers that heal people's injuries and illnesses, called white coats. The small jewel of the emerald, lowered from the neck, is a testament to the official 'healer (Priest)' recognised by the Temple of Pandora.

I mean, she's a real healer at a treatment center.

But it's not a wack I rushed to because of a sudden emergency on this scene.

"No, never mind. Please come inside, the captain is waiting, Master Hilda."

"Huh."

Hilda, a healer who stepped into the liquor store with a facepath of Silverian guardsmen, looked inside with intrigue.

As expected, the main customers are all face-to-face.

In a terminal seat, disappointed in rice like a gut and a pig is a man known as the 'pig nose', with a fat body like a pig, of a humble character like a pig.

With a sharper sense of smell than a dog and odor absorption caused by wind magic, no matter where the opponent flees or hides, he will always find it. It is creepy and dirty, but the tracking technique is certain, so it is often spoken of by peers.

Quietly sitting on the wall with the cup in one hand is a masked figure who is not sure if it is a man or a woman, called 'transparent'.

He is a truly solid style assassin with his own light magic and truly transparent concealment, sniping poison arrows at subjects without sound with his favorite bowgun. Only a few people, including Hilda, will be aware of his, or her, presence, as he has been activating signs blocking martial arts from day to day.

The middle-aged man in the red robe wasting his time against the shopkeeper in the counter seat is a flaming magician called 'Burning'. Advanced is, of course, the user of the original magic (original) fire attribute attack magic, but cannot use any magic other than defense or support, he is a firepower supremacist. Everyone walks away softly if they see him at the scene because of his spare firepower and his personality that loves to burn people and things, which always involves and prolongs him to a range other than the subject every time.

Then I gathered the constituents from one end in the middle seat and somehow they were preaching, no, speaking... for the first time I saw their faces, but recently I found out that they were the rumored 'pink' people.

Call yourself a righteous ally. Call yourself a Rank 5 Adventurer. In a full-body pink suit, she is a remarkable woman in pink, wearing a full-face metto, more than anyone would call her pink.

It's a perverse piece of equipment, but if you're skilled, you just call yourself one, and it seems to be quite something. I have a reputation for taking on any dirty work, if only I had the money. However, the style is only slightly better, so it seems NG whether you ask for someone for the night with a genuine interest or a load of 100 million.

"Heh, I'm not superior, but I'm collecting a lot of faces"

There are also a good number of other people, such as middle-class and veterans. I can see some faces that I don't see, but still, there's not a single person like a runaway rookie.

If the senior officers (captains) of Silverian call and gather by themselves, it is to the fullest,

And seeing the faces of the members in line, Hilda is the strongest of all -

"Oh, I can't believe you even called me 'rusty', there's someone I'd rather kill."

Convinced of being the second strongest.

In the shadow of the pillars of the tavern, blurry and dull, a figure who covers his whole body with a worn robe. Behind the deeply worn robe, only a rusty, reddish-faced helm peeks.

Only he, known as' rusted ', definitely devours first-rate if only by his skill. But other than that, there's a problem, so unless you have a request with all the conditions under which you can put him in, you won't be called first.

"Hmm, I wonder if this request seems quite competitive"

Zero speaking to herself, Hilda sat nearby - commonly referred to as' child killer ', a woman who always kills children regardless of relationship when making a request, and who is a killer for both hobby and merit.

Shortly after Hilda, who came as the last invitee, took her seat, her client, the captain, informed her of this target.

"- It's called Ash, a brunette."

A big, dark-haired man that the slave merchant ship Whitewish IV picked up from a sea of quicksand on its way back to port. From his forged flesh, he kept him in jail stunned that he would have a good value there as a labor slave or a gladiator slave.

But the man was a mage of considerable strength.

On the rubble that happened shortly after the ship returned to port, he murdered the captain, took one child slave and fled with two girls he thought were his companions.

We knew that a fellow girl who had been sniffing around about the slave merchant ship beforehand was an adventurer who had only recently begun working in Carlamara: Leki and Ursula.

On the evening of the incident, Silverian Familia moves in retaliation and raids the slum apartment where they are lurking - but, after much damage, allows everyone to flee to the Great Labyrinth.

And here Annamarie, the woman chief of the Silverian family, chose to pull her hand over further retaliation.

One person with no connection whatsoever to any other hostile organization, who really just has strong powers. Where it was impossible to push him to kill him, he believed that the latter was far greater in the face he protected and the damage he lost, and that the damage account had a satirical ammanary.

Therefore, it was decided that there was no need for a hand… the captain who called for this request did not make it good. The captain was killed by him because for him it was a relationship between his disciples, the so-called brother-in-law, who had exchanged a cup, who had been in Silverian for a long time.

Captain Annamarie told me that he would not pursue responsibility for his personal vengeance. Thus, he gathered all the killers he could call.

"He's got ten kids, lurking on the first tier. Kill all the kids he's got."