Kuro no Maou

Dawn of the night, the 24th of the month of dawn.

Before noon, we received a decree informing us of progress from the Fiona and Saliel platoons, each of which departed yesterday.

Let's start with Sariel, who got there first.

Yesterday evening, we arrived in the neighbouring village to the west.

Shortly afterwards, a herd of wolf-based monsters, Snow Grey Wolves, approached the village to be dispersed in the evening, but immediately repelled.

As far as the flow of the battle was concerned, Saliel put his men in position with precise command, and they also followed faithfully. And the shooting as trained and the ancient guns were as powerful as specs, scattering swarms of snowgray wolves that became about rank two threats.

On my first day, Saliel Platoon showed me what I expected.

They're expanding the alert range from the village to the starting point today, while returning one of the detachments here, alerting them to the road connecting the village, and reporting back to me.

"Well, what about Fiona?"

I'll open the report you gave me.

First, yesterday he said he lost enough to leave, and then he discovered a herd of herbivores descending from the Galahad Mountains.

Mountain cows, commonly referred to as goats, actually seem to be a type of goat. Mountain cattle live throughout the continent, from snowy mountains in the north to sandy mountains in the south, and the finer varieties differ largely from the geographical names of the habitats. They say the mountain cow here is a Galahadron species.

So, this mountain cow is a kind of thing that caused this security mission to be issued. There are many snow mountain monsters that prey on him.

Usually a guy doesn't come down from a mountain, a situation that I associate with in an emergency where a super powerful individual emerges, like Larspun, but that's basically the rare one. Once in a few years, a herd of mountain cows may come down to the foot, he said, for lack of food or territorial strife, or just a distraction.

There are no rank 5 monsters out there, I'd like to think.

Anyway, as things stand, you'll sometimes see one or two of the herds of mountain cows if you're walking.

And we should be alert to carnivorous monsters targeting that herd.

Naturally, Fiona also made me check to see if there were any monsters nearby... but the result was nothing else. Mountain cows were only eating mossomoso leaves of snowy conifers in swallowing.

I don't think I have anything to tell you anymore, but I have a long report from here for some reason.

Fiona ordered you to shoot one of your men with a sniper rifle.

Homunculus snipers, who followed Fiona's instructions with legitimate command as captain, showed off their skill brilliantly. Headshot.

Two or three more heads, secure them, and Fiona's instructions fly further.

A herd of mountain cows alert with their first bullet hit and fleeing simultaneously. But the ancient sniper gun, EA Heavy Rain, boasts just the power to take it down in one shot without having to hit your head.

Fiona, who had combined three mountain cows, only drained blood on the spot and carried it to the village.

Then, in the neighboring village to the east where we arrived, we drove out to the villagers and quickly dismantled them, we all had a BBQ party on the spot and they said it was very delicious...

"What are you enjoying hunting for?"

Mountain cows are common as meat, but do you still think that freshly tailored meat is fresh and delicious? It would not be what I would write in a report that bothered to turn to the head of the mercenary regiment.

Should I put on some kettle that it reflects too much personal preference?

However, there are also clear benefits to local sourcing of food, such as establishing a smooth relationship with the locals by behaving meat to the villagers.

Should I be angry at you not to do something unsolicited at times like this? Should I admit it's all OK if I get results?

"Fiona definitely feels better to let her do as she pleases than to say poorly"

Because I know her well enough to be a person, I can confidently bring these conclusions down as well.

But when I think about appreciating a guy who isn't, can I trust my judgment that much... Ha, is this the misery of management?

"Both of you, good luck. Tell Fiona and Saliel to keep up the good work."

"Jesus, My Lord"

There was no abnormality in this case, and I asked him to bring a report to the missile, and I missed leaving for my own squad.

It is still well sunny today and the sun shines brilliantly directly over my head.

The villagers sweat under the cold winter skies that the man carries down trees or firewood, and the woman sperms into her inner job while caring for her children at home.

The view of the winter countryside, similar to what we saw in that pioneering village, which met Leki and Ursula, was spreading here.

Oh, peace. It is indeed peaceful.

"--Yabe, today's work, it's gone."

I was free.

Arriving at the scene of a security mission, on the second day early, I suddenly began to have extra time.

No, but I can't help it, this is something I can't help. Security is your job in the first place, so it's natural that no battle occurs without the enemy. We have to protect the village, so there's a limit to going this way and finding the enemy.

Such a small village, it's not long before you start looking around yesterday at noon.

If you're heading out for reconnaissance to a distance where you can't see the village, it'll be a job for a team other than me.

I can't walk away as a regiment leader. I can't leave this village. From this truly peaceful and idle little country village, we cannot move.

You don't have anything to do with it. By and large, it's not uncommon for adventurers and mercenaries who take security quests to wait for most of them at work, never having a fight and ending a period.

I knew it. I should have been there, but I didn't understand until I actually did that security quest meant I had so much free time.

"... not good, this is"

"I don't know, your husband! This sheep, uh, say the rice you did isn't delicious!?

"Caroboo's no good who fed me."

Because of my spare time, I am the one who doesn't stop sheep from coming out on their own.

Sheep confidently offered me a day's worth of caroboo, and, uh, fed me. It doesn't taste good. Not good.

But my spare time is the main cause of the problem rather than the first of meals.

"Mmm, sheep are the best, I can feed your husband a delicious caroboo!

Where the hell does that confidence come from? Caroboo doesn't know how to eat it.

But if Lily would feed me with an intense allusion that "this is delicious," maybe the taste center would get me wrong.

"To that proof, sheep and pricks properly, try to compare them to eat, come on!

"Yep..."

How do you compare things that don't taste?

Or am I going to have to eat two of these?

……

But next to me, there's a prim who holds his caroboo tight.

Those emotionless red eyes stare at me with all their strength, waiting for orders, etc. Kind of a doggy vibe and cute.

"Come on, master, eat your prick fast!

"Stop being weird."

The guild is rented out, but some village chiefs also serve as guild masters with the receptionist's children. Any inappropriate remarks are passed on to the whole village in an instant. The scary part of the country.

"Okay, I'll eat and compare, so don't make too much noise."

I'm free, so I get along with this.

What are you doing? I turned to Prim, thinking inside out.

"It's now, Pri!

"...... eh"

Carobou is offered with a gut-closing eye and an attitude as if to squeeze courage.

I don't know, this, this little kid is afraid, the targeted response feeding the animals.

No way, it's not really a feared wack, I'd like to think. You see, I was pretty popular with Carla Mara, right? Are you a little confident around there, or are you also anxious that you have to hide your face in a mask after all?

Eat caroboo offered with trembling hands for now, feeling awesome either way. I mean, eat it, keep it up, and pull it out of Prim's hand. I'll eat the rest myself so that's enough... Damn, it's not a good idea not to taste it really...

"You did it, Pri!

"... Yes"

"Great, great! It's great!

The two sheep and the prim seemed kind of friendly with me chewing the ultimate lunch.

Hmm, looking at it this way, we're both close in age...... it really makes us look like friends to each other because it looks sole on the outside.

A weapon of curse with self and an artificial human being not yet between birth and birth. They're both hard to say normal people, but if we can still be friends like Leki and Ursula, I think that would be a good thing. I don't want you to end up in a relationship where you kill each other around men like Lily and Fiona.

That's what I thought as I watched the senior-style maximum wind speed sheep stroke around doing the prime well.

"Master, Pri is still an immature child, but she is twice as willing to serve her husband and twice as strong as Homunculus"

"Really?"

It doesn't really look that way though.

From me, you say you're not comfortable with it... I guess it feels like it's me or a new hire from a big company is suddenly tangled up by the president. Then you're under a lot of tension and pressure.

Even so, as a wearer of ancient armor, you need to get used to acting with me.

"So let me do something for you"

I want your job. It's me...?

And so on, you can't even say. The homunculus and the others are thin, and in fact, they don't have anything to do with it, or anything, but they can't refuse to admit it themselves.

No, but you work for Prim. Especially the current state of affairs, where no monsters come out, and the opportunity to see their strength...

"Oh yeah, should I try it myself"

Damn, does your brain dull in your spare time? Or because of the pressure to show off your spare time. Ultimately, I seem to have completely forgotten the obvious.

"Prim, deal with me."

"... Jesus, My Lord"

After a beat, Prim, who responded to my order, closed his eyes softly and unbuttoned his uniform -- no, he didn't.

"Prim put on 'Hellhounds' and get on the table now. Finally, everyone but the guy on patrol. I'll set up my hand. Special training."

Instructions to Homncrus are clear.

If it gets picked up in a weird way, it's gonna be irrevocable. Because they are always at full force in their orders.

So, Prim, please, I'm about to be unleashed just by removing two of those buttons, just treat me like a valley of vicious breasts.

Now, especially in the square in front of the wastefully wide Adventurer Alliance, which is not even paved, we assembled fully armed. That said, less than ten people.

Fifteen people are stationed in this village, including me. Four of my heavy cavalry, four from Fiona's mage unit and six from Saliel's infantry. Fifteen of my men were in charge of guarding this village and the surrounding area.

We're putting out four pairs for daytime security, so the rest are seven.

First of all, the only one who acts as my opponent is Prim, dressed in ancient armor.

"Is this' Hellhound '? I've never seen it move... but it's pretty cool."

A knight covered in smooth black monochrome armor. Unlike 'Tyrant Armor (Maximilian)', which if done is a gothy and stingy flashy look, it looks like a useless sophisticated design.

The helmet is a dog, or a face like Anubis. The sharp eyed slit was lit with red, shining ether light, indicating operational status.

Nobody thinks the contents of an armor helmet like this are girls with Lori boobs. That's how intimidating it is.

"Come on, call me from anywhere"

Against me, I wear the ancient armor, "The Tyrant's Armor (Maximilian)," as well, and am completely defensive.

The weapon in your hands is one blackened sword against each other. I'm wearing ancient armor, so I don't even need to use a wooden knife.

No matter how many squares, this is in the village, so the guns are nasi. Attack magic is also nasty. With rings separated by a certain range, melee only is the rule.

"... I'm coming"

The red ether light is scattered across my back, and the primer is suddenly cut off.

Yeah, boulders are real ancient armor (power armor). The output is likely to be higher than that of crusader armor (holly gear).

Stuff a tiny distance of less than ten meters with a boost dash shortly after you blink, and Prim's slaughter strikes me.

Quite a speed, but too straight. Even Leki would think some more and wave his sword.

All I have to do on the spot is take a half-step swing at Prim's first blow.

Prim's back, which ended up empty, is empty, but he doesn't get his hands on it. First of all, we need to get a good feel for the performance of Hellhound.

"--hoo!"

Ooh, the two machetes that follow are sharp, although they swung in grandiose emptiness.

He ignited a booster that was not only on his back, but also on his shoulders and legs, cutting his body back quickly.

Yes, ancient armor can emit propulsion that you don't get in life by blowing boosters that are everywhere. I believe it is important in the melee battle when wearing ancient armor to make rapid acceleration, rapid braking, rapid swirling, etc.

In that regard, it can be said that Prim has already handled the mobility of ancient armor well.

"The power's pretty good, too."

I dare to accept the two swords rolled out to the horizontal scythe with my sword.

(11) Bring it to the impending, verify the power. A black blade bumps into each other, scattering a critical spark.

In the vegan state, slightly weaker than me, maybe? If you think a biological prim is powerless, and this power is coming out with a simple fuselage spec, it's enough performance. You won't lose out on armor (holly gear) either.

"Kwwwwww!

Prim's high voice echoes.

I pushed in with my own arm and bounced her off. Is this the first time you've blown up in that armor?

Hellhound's fuselage swayed, but he withstood without collapsing until he stood without falling. Sure, there's something about attitude control functions (autobalancers).

"Don't be shy. Show me more of the power of Hellhound."

"Jesus, My Lord!

Whether the fighting spirit caught on fire or with the powerful response I heard for the first time, Prim once again cut to me with a full booster --

"--Hmm, nice sweat, dude."

By the time the sunset set into the Galahad Mountains lit the village red, he had finally finished his hand with all of them.

The battle with the Homncrus soldiers was a bit opponent when Lily and I met at Distinyland, so I'm going to understand the approximate performance. Even with this pair of hands, I still felt the same degree as then.

However, the members of the Heavy Cavalry Corps, the chosen elite, clearly outperformed the Infantry Corps. Not only was that simply superior in physical ability and magic, but there was also a difference in response during the battle, individually. In other words, as a result of my experience, I guess I'm growing what should be called personality.

Of them, the strongest was naturally, or the oldest, No. 1 (Ain). The swordsmanship with the blackened sword was quite something, and with the curse weapon I gave you, The Knight Sword of Diamonds, that power jumped even more.

But when it comes to simple combat capability, it is no match for ancient armor. Prim's "Hellhound" performs power, speed, and together they can't keep up with each other in life.

Prim's own combat experience is still to come, but he's accustomed enough to manipulating ancient armor so he'll grow up in no time, like Leki and Ursula, if he gets in action.

"You're just unhappy that you don't have a bath"

Crushing such a luxury, as I was returning to my guild to take off Maximilian,

"Your husband."

And the sheep are coming. Pull Prim's hand.

Is she just finished dressing, too? Again in a black uniform, its bright white cheeks were thin and upbeat, and its bare or red eyes looked hot.

Although ancient armor is quite comfortable, it doesn't change that your whole body is wrapped around your head. I knew I couldn't escape some heat and bitterness. Shortly after I fought hard and took it off, it would be like that too.

"How was Pri? Did you do your best?

"Oh, it was a good fight. I'll be strong soon."

"Now stroke him in the reward!

"I stroked him before and he fell, okay?"

"It's okay, because I practiced!

What the hell? Practice. I don't suppose you're blowing in weird things, Sheep.

While I'm surprised, I look at Prim.

She is stiff with a red face and has not uttered a word.

Okay, I just asked, it won't make sense. I don't even have the luxury of saying "I don't like being caressed" to your husband.

Or, if you don't stroke me, you don't even want to touch me, I'm shocked to be received... maybe, it's homunculus. If I were a normal girl, I wouldn't normally like it.

"Got, practiced, did... Now it's okay, it's..."

Prim's squeezing little voice.

Gigigi, and in a rusty move like an opportunity, Prim leans her body towards me just a little bit, like giving her head away.

Yeah, this is probably a terrible concern for her to be stroked and fall. Do you want an opportunity to return the stigma?

"Okay, okay."

If that's the case, I'll have to stroke it. If this clears Prim's mind.

"Prim, you did a great job today. Keep up the good work."

Touch Sarah's silver hair. The thin, smooth finger streets reminded me of the children I had left at Carla Mara.

Though the homunculus created to serve my husband, I wondered how much difference there was between those kids and these prims.

"Huh, my husband..."

Prim still looked like he was about to fall down with fever, but without losing consciousness, he did reply to me.

"You did it, Pri! It's a special training achievement!

"So what's the special training?"

"Well, then, Master, Prix is already at her limit, so please excuse me around here"

"Right, keep me well rested"

Then - and pulled the prime like it had been boiled bright red, and the sheep left noisily.

"--Load, report."

And Ain appears to be replaced by sheep.

"What's up?"

"Confirm enemy shadow. Small, but a few hundred. Northeast of the village, at a distance of about 3,000."

All right, gather 'em all up right away.

Apparently, I'm finally going to get a mattomo job.