Former General Is Undead Knight

Count Obock was running down a hidden aisle.

Working out from day to day is inferior to the private soldiers at work, but Count Obock and I have some workouts in case.

Count Obock was fat, but far more trained than any other nobleman.

He was sweating, but he didn't slow down and kept moving forward.

"O, Master O'Bock... you didn't have to run, were you glad? The Orbok Mansion has a rogue bottom of instructors, with soldiers who have returned from training… above all. Just the two of us should be able to break through them......!

One crack inside the two side guard knights calls out to Auvoc.

Count Obock turns his reddened face toward the escort knight and calls as he spits.

"An idiot! It can't be done, but it's already happened once!

"But! No matter how much, it can't be!

"Losers don't notice. No matter how much baba I get pulled, I'm still okay, I'm still okay, I comfort myself. Thus, it is too late to expose the miserable... My brother is not like such a fool! Even if it's a hundredth of a point of danger, it means if it's a hundred degrees, it'll reach our neck! My life is not as cheap as that! Even if this were an unnecessary escape, could we throw our lives at God's whim, sit back and wait, etc!

In addition to Count Obock and two escort knights, he was accompanied by a long-haired, barren man.

It is Hector, a swordsman picked up by the Earl of Orbok.

Usually the hectors on the cat's back stretched his spine straight and his eyes glistened as if he were sure of something.

Count Obock, who yelled and disturbed his breath, groans bitterly.

"O, Master O'Bock... so loud, you have the strength to run..."

Count Obok stares at the escort knight when he tells you whose fault it is.

"No, apparently you don't have to worry, Count Sama"

"Hector! How do you say that..."

Before Count Obock could say it out, a flashy noise sounded like a large demon rushing through the aisle.

Too much together, I stopped and looked back.

A big man with huge armor was about to rush over here with a giant sword.

When it comes to wearing a metal mass, its speed is much faster than a row. It was just a monster.

Two of the escort knights, who were running behind the Earl of Orbok, pulled out their swords by accident.

But before the impending monster, my weapon seemed terribly unreliable.

I have no idea where to slash it first.

I don't see any dust gaps in the armor that covers my entire body.

I put my face together from the front, and besides being multi-on-one, still, I didn't feel at all like it would be a legitimate battle.

I was just overwhelmed by Lambert and standing there.

"Shake it."

When Lambert said so, the sword fell from the hand of the man in front to the floor.

Running, he continues to wave his sword twice.

The two bodies of the escort knight were torn in two, and their upper bodies were struck against the left and right walls.

Count Obock's, compressed detail on the flesh of his face, opened wide and looked to Lambert.

"You're Obok."

"Ugh... guh, guh..."

Count Obock retreated, trembling in fear, turning himself over and trying to escape.

It was Hector who stopped it.

Hector stretched his pulled sword back and hung it on Count Obock's neck, staring straight at Lambert.

"Hey, what are you going to do, Hector!

"Think about it, Count. You're the one who's after him. You can stop me, but if you try to embarrass yourself, you'll probably ignore me and force me to break through. If that happens, you'll be killed first."

"But whether you stay here or not, that doesn't change!

Hector ignores Count Obock and shouts to Lambert.

"Hey, Ome. Why don't you make a deal with me? Don't let the Count get away with it. Instead, don't lay a hand on the Count before you settle with me. Ome, you're sorry you ran around for no reason or got poked in the gap, right?

"Hmm, so long as they sign up for a duel, there's no reason to say no. I swear by my majesty, I will not lay a hand on the Count until I kill you."

Hector hears Lambert's reply, pressing Count Obock's shoulder with his hand, while at the same time cleverly removing the sword hanging on his thick neck, turning to Lambert and lowering his posture.

Count Obock poked his butt on the spot.

"Hector. It's just Hector. I don't even have a last name. I also thought about naming a knight to serve Count Obock, but stop. As a swordsman, I will stand with you."

Hector retained the Earl of Obock for the best reason, not so much for showing the Earl of Obock himself that he wanted to slash him squarely from the front with Lambert.

For this reason Hector, as just one swordsman, hoped to slash each other with Lambert.

When I confronted Germain, he was a hector who overtook me with 'no name for a miscellaneous fish,' but I understood before I crossed my sword that Lambert was the mighty man I had been wanting.

That's not because you took control of the Obock Mansion by yourself, or because you broke off two of the escort knights.

An overwhelming aura sprinkled from the Lambert, who has been victorious in the War of Eight Kingdoms. He felt it and showed respect.

"... I don't really care, but if you're named, there's nothing else to call you back."

Hector kept his hips down and his ears clear.

If you're as strong as Lambert, you can't be anonymous.

Because Count Obock, who has influence over the aristocratic world, did not know it, and he himself had never heard of the existence of such a swordsman.

Again, having such a swordsman, I didn't even realize enough motive to board the Obock Mansion.

"Lambert Dracroix"

When Lambert is named, Hector's lid trembles pickly.

"... Lambert, Dracroix, huh?

"It's Lambert Dracroix, the Kingdom of Legions, the corner of the Four Demons. He once betrayed his master, and was slashed for it, and resurrected from the bottom of hell with paranoia. I will slaughter you in order to return the peace and outrage of the country and the favors it has received."

Lambert screams as he drools his undead rage.

Aubok, full of concern, could not even breathe because of extreme fear, just turning his face bright blue and sitting on the spot.

But Hector wasn't.

After a lot of silence, he laughed out loud.

"This is good! That's a masterpiece! Hahaha! Did the great sinners of the war come back from the abyss of the earth! Me. Hey, I always thought. Wrong time to be born!

After laughing for a moment, he looked as harsh as if the laughter had been a lie earlier, staring at Lambert.

"... I see. You're telling me I don't have a name."

…………

Nothing. I had no intention of insulting Hector to Lambert.

Lambert has treated his proud opponents with due respect, be it on the battlefield.

But it was more than Hector believed in Lambert's name.

That's what I thought it was more of an insult to mislead in the name of the proper name.