Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert, who overthrew Count Obock's holding covert unit, The Dark Night Knife, turned his attention to the woman, the last of its members.

"Woman, why don't you wash up and throw up what you know about the Count"

The woman was out of fear or her body was trembling in small pieces.

I looked at Lambert like a stare, but in his eyes I could see a more threatening colour than anger.

I didn't think it would be a one-sided battle that far.

However, Lambert was once set in the trap of an enemy staff member in the midst of the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms, surrounded by twenty times as many soldiers as his own.

It was also the first candidate to control the War of Unity of the Eight Kingdoms, the prestigious generals of the Kingdom of Marderak, and the elite men of Aldemia.

Lambert himself thought that he continued to slaughter and kill enemy soldiers to make his way and take off that crisis, but without the armor of Demon Gold (organ) he would undoubtedly have become a body that could never have stood on the battlefield again.

Although Lambert survived almost intact as a result, none of his men were able to come with Lambert's cut paths.

Compared to that time, the number and quality of enemies are out of step.

To the extent that I was surrounded by only five men of the sexually vicious aristocracy of today's more peaceful times, there was nothing to it.

"... what did you hear from me, for nothing? You put your hands on us, you screwed up my mission, you're not going to be safe. There's no way you can escape from the Count's eyes."

As the woman put it, Count Obock was showing an obsession to the point of horror when it came to his own interests and safety and retaliation against the enemy.

The woman had no loyalty to Count Obock, no brother-in-law, or pride in The Blade of the Dark Night.

Though taken from the orphanage by the Earl of Orbok and raised as a covert force, resentment prevails over grace.

Still serving the Earl of Aubok, it was nothing more than fear for the Earl of Aubok that defeated Lambert and chose death first.

She was well aware of that, belonging to an organization entrusted by the Earl of Ovoc with the task of the back, that if it were betrayal, there were more terrible things waiting than death.

Especially since I am no more humiliated than I am a woman.

We must make ourselves harmed before any other Earl of Orbok's men can capture us.

But the will, too, was once inhibited by Rambal where he was prepared to die, and was beginning to shrivel.

She knew clearly the arm of Lambert's sword.

Maybe if we help Lambert escape, if we hitch a ride and do well, we can escape.

It was when such thoughts were beginning to dominate her head, knowing it was a sweet thought.

"What to ask,. Right... now we need to get confirmation on his evil deeds. First, would you like me to show you to Count Obock's Hall? You just have to ask the details on the road."

"............ what?

She didn't know what Lambert was talking about.

I was wondering how you were going to escape from Count Obock's hands, but I never thought of Lambert trying to get in from himself to the Count, etc.

Besides, I don't even know the location of Count Obock's hall, as you can see from Lambert's statement.

It is too unplanned and reckless.

The majority of those living in the city of Einsas, such as the Count's Hall, know their location.

I was literally sorry to die, such as getting caught up in it and going to be executed as a show.

"Woman, it's also troublesome to call me a woman. And there's no time. If you're willing to answer the question, name it."

"... and you said first that you were not willing to fight the enemy. He's got a lot of licking mouth, but even I'm not as good at training against torture as I am..."

That's what the woman replied, staring at Lambert as best she could.

"Right."

Lambert drowns in his undead rage.

Intense signs of death filled the narrow office.

Sweat seeps as it is squeezed from behind a woman's body, and fear just dominates her brain.

If I raised my face to be moved by fear, a man with a faceless full body armor would have just swung up a great sword for each sheath.

"Ah... ah..."

The woman stares at the shaken sheath as she moves her mouth puckering.

The sheath swung down faster than the woman moved her thoughts to the next.

A strong wind pressure snapped the woman's head, and shortly afterwards a metal mass smashed the woman's head.

But it was an illusion of a woman, and in fact the sheath was swung down just beside the woman's head, stopping the movement before touching her shoulders.

The woman looked at the great sword that remained over her own shoulder and roughed her breath.

Sure, there was death there right now.

Palpitations due to fear and pressure, nausea does not subside.

"I don't have time for this. I'll hit it next."

"A...... Almel. Almel... Almeis..."

The woman was half-conscious, running her own real name.

Nor could she afford to think she'd done that now.

I had a sense of relief to the Great Sword, which just kept me away from myself.