Former General Is Undead Knight

"You know, earlier, were you listening? I hate when grubby fish bark. That's what makes me want to kill him."

Cradle stares at Lambert with swordswallowing eyes.

Cradle was going to hang the threat.

Even though Lloyd pointed his weapon at him and just made it clear, 'You can't run any further than you were sold a fight underground,' Lambert has set an obvious provocation.

I couldn't just leave this behind.

The opposing Lambert just stands still.

Cradle dew his frustration into his face.

"Um, come on, I'm," The Demonic Golden Dragon "... among a total of seventy leading adventurers, I'm a powerful man in the top five. I'm a newbie to Spirit Dusk, and I'm just like garbage scum. Don't make too much trouble, Guildmaster tells you... and yes, if you take that armor off and go down naked, there's nothing I wouldn't forgive you for?

Lambert was once the man who held the seat of General Four Demons, the culmination of a hundred thousand soldiers in the Kingdom of Legions.

There could be no fear, such as five of the seventy.

Cradle was fiercely irritated by Lambert's fearless appearance of anything, while at the same time understanding that it was pointless to hang any more threats.

"Hey, guard there, turn your back on me."

"Huh...?

"Whatever happens, I'm telling you to let it be something you didn't see. Long time no see...... whoever made fun of me so far. Come on. I'm so upset."

"Shit, but just..."

"Ugh. If you have a complaint, tell the Count."

"Ugh..."

The guard shut his mouth.

(I see the "Demonic Golden Dragon" and the example Earl of Obock are in a very close relationship.)

It is easy to predict that the guard's employer is Count Obock, the lord of the city of Einsas.

If Count Obock is close to the 'Demonic Golden Dragon', he is also convinced that the guards cannot serve Cradle, a member of the 'Demonic Golden Dragon'.

It also explained that the guard looked surprised the moment he saw Cradle's uniform.

"Out of the sword. Let me teach you that dasai armor like that idiot is of no use in interpersonal fights"

Cradle pulled his sword out of his sheath.

"No, don't say no"

"What?"

"It's easy to tear you apart, but when you think you're going to cry with that Count later, it's not a hoarding thing"

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Cradle held his eyes and laughed high before turning to Lambert.

I said, "Hey, you're not doing so well, you little mutton."

This lowered the likelihood that the self-respecting Cradle would appear in direct harassment after the battle was over, for now.

Nevertheless, due to Cradle's character, it is not known in what way he will come out to retaliate.

But more than the original, with regard to Count Obock, who is above them, Lambert is also the opponent who is contemplating heading to greet him within close proximity.

Assuming you turn it to the enemy, you have no regrets.

The face of "Spirit Dusk" may be annoying, but no matter how they scratched their feet, it seemed they had no choice but to avoid trouble intact.

Even though Cradle's only purpose was Fiona in the first place, it didn't seem like Lambert.

(Fiona should return to the Alliance in a few days. Like Cradle said himself, it's hard to even assume he's free that far. Is there anything else you want, and Fiona's with you?

Besides, as a Lambert, I never felt like handing over my former master and two gourd girls to the inferior breeds.

Even though the master who betrayed himself, the master is the master.

"Kee, knight...... not here!

"Stay back, please"

Once upon a time, the tone will be the same as that of the former master Aurelia.

If I did not restrain myself, I was likely to continue with His Majesty.

It was the habit of the undead to ask themselves to behave the same way they did in their lifetime.

"Do it! I need you to bust that motherfucker!

Lloyd screams as he suppresses his bloody mouth.

Lloyd was watching where Lambert slashed and lay down the bandit, thus confirming a glimmer of his strength.

I knew Cradle wouldn't fit his personality and have a definite sword arm, but I was nevertheless convinced that Rambal should be able to fight more than equals Cradle.

"Let's declare. I'll make sure you can't move out of your feet first."

Cradle pointed his sword tip towards the gap in the joint of Lambert's armor.

"Then I'll break your jaw from the front."

Lambert didn't pull out his sword, just pulled his fist wide.

"Huh! Hey, Cradle isn't such a sweet opponent!

Lloyd stops Lambert, but Lambert doesn't move.

Cradle kicked the ground and jumped forward as he bent his posture extremely forward, pulling his hand with the sword.

"I'll let this me kneel. Yes, first the left foot......"

Cradle made a spike into Lambert's armor gap.

(Hey, what a quick, beautiful poke. I knew that idiot, it wasn't just a mouth)

Lloyd saw Cradle poke and swallowed his spit.

It is a precise, sophisticated poke.

(No twist whatsoever, monotonous slow poke? I didn't know I had to start this, it's not a big deal)

but...... for Lambert, it lacked too much speed.

It just seemed like a toy at best.

Lambert lowered slightly back, bending his knee and wrapping it around his joints after touching it perfectly to the side to stroke Cradle's sword tip on the body surface of the armor, snapping Cradle's sword tip.

The pattern of the sword went up and down greatly at Cradle's disposal, playing his hand.

"Guh!"

A sword away from Cradle's hand is slammed to the ground.

Cradle turned sideways on the spot and landed with both legs and his left hand on the ground.

With your empty right hand, hold the knife hidden in your cape in your hand.

"I hear there was definitely just a big slap. But what made me so serious was a mistake!

And stick the knife forward - without that time, the fist of too fast armor captured Cradle's face.

"What... agoo!?

A fist stuck in his face makes Cradle's face bone snap.

Cradle's body flickered lightly, hitting his hips flashly on the ground.

"Oh, uh, ah... here... I'll kill you... I'll kill you..."

Cradle groans with his hands on his face, staring at Lambert.

"I pretty much saved him and hit him. If you're serious, it's gone from your neck."

Cradle stood up, breathing roughly at the wall.

In the meantime, he blurred, and there was blood overflowing through the hole in his face without clamping.

"Ohh...... gohhhhhhh!

"I suppressed it considerably with the intention of getting rid of it appropriately...... was it a little too much? That was worse than I thought."

I thought buying grudges would be a hassle, and here I was just going to let him suffer from mild illness.

A guard rushes to Cradle.

"And I'm going to call someone who can use white magic...!

"... not necessary. You didn't see anything. I thought I was the first one to say that.

"Yes!

He stared at the guard and retreated, then turned his bloody eyes towards Lambert.

"You stupid bastard...... if you leave right, though I missed you saying it's irrelevant from" Spirit Dusk "as well. I got on the diagram because I like a little bit of silly arm. You don't know what it means to turn me against the enemy."

That's all I'm saying, Cradle holds his own face and walks away to the wall telling as he curls.

(Only pride seems expensive....... Hmm, do you want to hang a few more threats)

As Lambert drowned a little, Cradle shook his shoulders and fell on the spot.

"Hi-ha, hi-ha!

Cradle tried to crawl straight through the ground and ran away.

(But...... is it possible that "Spirit Dusk" is being targeted from "Demon Golden Dragon"? Perhaps the Dusk of the Spirit is being watched by the Earl of Auvoc. I'm going to get a tip from the unexpected to connect to the Count)