Former General Is Undead Knight

"Don't stare at me like that, you're scared. We gave each other all we could to the Kingdom of Legions, and they betrayed us and killed us."

When Domillione said so, he deliberately shrugged his shoulder.

"You think it's each other?

"Yes, and if! Oh, if either I or you were missing, the country you would have lost in the War of Eight Kingdoms would have been the Kingdom of Legions! And yet, that ungrateful princess is coming to get her neck when she's done with it!

"Don't be with you."

Lambert faintly returned that way to Domillione, who enthusiastically pleaded for his accomplishments.

Lambert's words contained a willingness to kill, but Domillione opens his mouth with a pepper without going through it.

"Same, same. If you didn't expect me to be a force, you would have sent you to me sooner. Didn't you? Because after the Maculus kingdom almost waited to surrender, that stupid princess set you up for a glyph, didn't she? Look, it's the same!

"… Your Highness was afraid that the remnants of royalty in other countries would use my name and start fighting again. In that case, tens of thousands more soldiers will die again. It was necessary in order to advance governance without further sacrifice. I will not tolerate contempt for Your Highness."

The Kingdom of Legions has surrendered other nations in the War of the Unification of the Eight and has embarked on the path to the reunification of the western part of the Warrimian continent.

But some of the remnants of royalty and nobility in other countries, under the umbrella of the Kingdom of Legions, had confirmed disturbing movements.

Aurelia's secrets and the presence of Lambert, who had higher popular support than the King if poorly done, could have been a huge gap in their penetration.

As a king who can unite a nation, preserving the throne and the life of the people should be a priority over love, and Aurelia's decision may have been reasonable, given the circumstances she had seen.

In living his life as an undead, Lambert was giving answers that way and convincing himself.

"I am convinced of my death. You're just evil, Domillione."

But Domillione doesn't feel bad when he gets the word of Lambert.

As always, he had a creepy grin on his adorable face.

"You're not. Then I won't do anything to the undead. Lambert, you are never loyal. Dirty desires and jealousy and untrained decentralization. Minutes of unworthy dreams, duly betrayed just before it came true, and still visionary of the Princess Idiot. So I'll be tied to this world."

"No."

"The difference is you. I've been researching the undead for a long time, and I've seen you before, so I can assure you."

As Lambert tried to open his mouth, he continued his words so that Domillione could block it.

"Besides, if that's what you really think, you shouldn't have made any excuses to me, but you should have slapped me in silence. Same as last time."

"That's a plan."

The moment Domillione stood his index finger up or said so with his face, a great sword was released from Lambert's hand.

It was about the moment when Domillione meditated slightly on his eyes.

The Great Sword cut the wind at a hell of a rate contrary to its appearance and struck directly into the lower abdomen of the Domillione with a roar.

A small body of Domillione flies backwards and is slammed straight against the wall.

Domillione's body floats skewered by a sword, and his hands and feet drip.

Her abdomen is shaken and black fluid runs loose from her mouth and nose.

"Haha, haha. Angry, angry, angry! It was a picture star!

Dormillione's face lifts up hard and laughs as he twists his teeth to keep the liquid from spilling.

The jaw was wet in black, with unidentified liquid dripping.

Lambert ran and packed the distance, punching Domillione in the face with his armored hands.

The sound of a broken neck sounds.

I'm already not mad at my drooling face without strength.

But this alone is not reassuring for a Domillione opponent.

Lambert turned his body and let go of the kick with the head of Domillione.

Domillione's body is grossly distorted, sliding through his sword and falling to the ground.

The detached spinning kick rocked the wall and caught a big hole.

Domillione crawls off the rambale with her broken neck intact and gets up.

He grabbed his head with his arm and returned it to its original position, distorting his mouth with two maris.

"Oh, it hurt. I thought he was dead about three times."

"Monsters, pain, etc."

"I'm sorry to hear that, I have some left. Because I don't hate pain."

Domillione sticks his finger up his chest and puts a hole in his clothes, scrapes it with his galloping nails and chooses the meat, poking it deep.

Though he often had a lukewarm look on his face, he immediately pulled his finger out as if nothing had happened and put his face back together.

"Well, have you calmed down? It's time to admit it. You resent Aurelia, don't you? That's why I became undead. I want to get out of the way of that, so I figured out some other reason why I'm here to kill this guy again. I know what you're talking about."

Lambert pulled out the sword that had stabbed him on the wall and ran toward Domillione.

Domillione didn't even care that Lambert was in an offensive position.

Blink slowly, then extend your arms wide to the left and right.

"Let's get along with each other, shall we? Me and I will lick each other's wounds here forever. If it's your wish, you can grant it to the best of my ability. Instead, be my knight and protect me. Wouldn't that be nice? I'm fine, I really like you. They often tell me I don't know if I'm joking or serious, so maybe it's not telling? Should I let you overlap a few more words? I'm a lousy talker. I really like what I am. Look, take that helmet and show me your face better."

Lambert completely ignores the words of Domillione and strikes and shakes the Great Sword with the head of Domillione.

Domillione missed his body but was unable to evade in time, and took a direct blow of a great sword to his head.

Domillione gets bounced off and punches his body against the wall, but stands up slowly.

The head of Domillione is not restrained by the great sword of Lambert, and there are no traumas left, especially of this kind.

It is the body that puts a big hole in the abdomen, and although the hands and feet are twisted and broken, from the neck to the top it is at best to the extent that fluid is dripping from the mouth.

As an overall impression, there is no change in how Domillione looks, and now it doesn't look like the damage has gone in.

(I put a lot of effort into it...)

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts. I'm glad you got it figured out, but why don't you find out it's time to waste it? I'm immortal. My body has been layering magic for two hundred years..."

"That's an easy weakness to understand. If you were really immortal, it wouldn't have seemed like you needed to be so hard on the head."

"... heh, got it?

Lambert had somehow guessed that his nucleus as an undead was at the center of his skull.

If Domillione is also close to the undead, it is likely that the main body is the head, so he decided.

Later, considering that the bottom from the neck of the Domillione is brittle compared to the head, I see the answer every bit.

"But based on that, I'm saying I'm immortal. If you want to hurt my head, maybe you need to hit me with that big sword a hundred times later. I'm not going to sit tight, and I'm not neglecting to deal with weaknesses."

That's all I'm saying, Domillione twists and turns and disappears behind Fresh Golem's drilled hole.

Lambert set up his sword and followed Domillione into the hole.

But he doesn't look like Domillione anymore.

"Well, if that's how you behave. I know you're stubborn and stubborn. Fine, I'm on my way, 'cause you don't have to behave like that."

A voice of Domillione echoed in the aisle.

Lambert rushed toward the voice as he concentrated his consciousness and prepared for the trap.

"I'll crush your body, tear it apart, seal your soul, and let you do what I want forever. Come on, I'll show you everything I've got for two hundred years."