Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert approaches the fallen hector, laying down his sword, as he lays down his great sword.

Hector's eyeball moves slightly and looks up at the lambale.

"... If there's anything left to say, let me ask you"

Hector laughs powerlessly before turning to the ceiling.

"Excellent. I've been dead for a long time... but now I'm gonna die with a real sense of being alive."

Lambert tried to take the sword down, wondering if that was Hector's last word of choice, but when he saw Hector's lips move again, he stopped the sword.

"... Hey General, Sama, I'm dull where I put it on, can I ask you something impeccable? I didn't think so. What if I was born in the Age of the War of the Eight Kingdoms... you think I made a name for myself in history? Did I become a hero?

After a moment of silence, Lambert uttered words.

"You were strong. It's the first time you've been able to defend a human opponent for a few moments since you came back."

Hearing Lambert's words, Hector laughed mockingly.

"Right, right, right..."

The truth was, I didn't have to ask Lambert, I knew.

The battle against Lambert was only a minute or so in time.

At the beginning, Hector was only retreating in an attempt to slash and repeatedly retreating in an attempt to slash.

It was full, just close. Because he knew that if he was slaughtered, he would be slaughtered immediately.

Whether to rely on moves even myself called boredom or not, it was the limit to go on a few steps and slash them from themselves.

Even it is lightly torn and seems to take a heavy blow to the abdomen.

From Hector's point of view, it was a real death fight. But from Lambert, Hector also understood that it would have been one of those battles that never happened.

I exhausted my dying power and released the ideal, best sword strike in me beyond my limits.

That's all the evaluation I got was that I was going to get into just a few hands on it.

The difference in power was too open.

Lambert's heavy armor is meant to keep his body unharmed when attacked by an enemy.

But Hector didn't even strike a blow in the armor.

It can't be said that it fought well, etc.

Hector's arm stretches to a sword that rolls to the ground.

But it crashed to the floor, like a thread cut off on the way. Then he was showing a spasmodic tremor, but it also stopped within seconds and stopped moving.

"Oh weak je...... I, weak je...... Chickshaw, I wanted to be stronger and stronger. How could I have been so proud and rotten... hahaha, that's hilarious. If you have time to wander around looking for your enemies for no reason, you should have waved your sword for that matter. And then today, I had a little more fight."

That's how Hector shrugged in an attitude that spread to throw his arms wide.

From the eyes, there were tears.

Whereas Lambert shakes up the sword he was lowering, Hector nods small.

Lambert's sword snapped Hector's neck.

Count Obock finally remembered his situation when he saw Hector's neck slashed, even forgetting to breathe and just seeing it before the too dense slaughter.

The next thing that giant sword blade turns to is yourself.

"Hih... Hih! Hiya!"

Count Obock tries to get up, but as soon as his leg snaps, he falls to the spot and punches his body.

Still, he crawls his hands to the floor and manages to escape from this place.

But there was no waiting for such a crude escape, and the great sword of Lambert, who had beheaded Hector, was lifted up and directed towards the Earl of Orbok.

Count O'Bock was fading his face, but he braced his stomach, ready to help no more.

With a cramped face, he makes an impossibly invincible look.

"Phew, phew, phew... we are Oboch. He is Orbok Ordnok, the righteous Earl of Origin, the head of the Ordnok family, who has served the Kingdom of Legions for a long time. Come on, you ghost named lunatic, kill me. But you will continue to be targeted for your life from all over this country. You're not the only one. Your relatives, acquaintances, all become great villains. I guess you're ready for that. All you have to do is sacrifice your surroundings and kill our people. Revenge? I remember being resented, so rotten."

That's it, Count O'Bock laughed with an even uglier distortion of his expression.

"Whether you kill me or not, my Oldnoke family flourishes forever. My life is more important than anything else. Humph, in exchange for that, how pathetic of you! Vengeful ghost, the ghost who names the great sinner!

Count Obock stood up with trembling feet and stared at Lambert from the front.

Lambert unloaded the great sword and took a few steps back.

Count Obock was baffled by the unexpected Lambert's behavior because he thought that Lambert could not even pull off with such a threat now.

I wondered if Lambert was thinking of keeping himself alive and found a way to live there.

"... right, right. Do you want to make a deal with this old man? Smart choice. Even for us, I don't want to make a man like you my enemy. If you're not after my life, I wouldn't dare to kill you from here. If you want something, you can say anything. Why don't we use our power to prepare them at all costs?"

Voices echo from the Ovoc Mansion in the aisle.

"Don't worry, Obock. Your family, your power, your fame will end here."

It was Germain, guild master of The Spirit's Dusk, who was imprisoned at the Orbok Mansion.

Germain had escaped the basement by poking a gap where his security had become thin due to the Lambert disturbance, and was moving through the mansion, judging that the situation was unclear but now a good time to consider Count Obock.

"The material I desperately collected, which is evidence of your treachery, seems to have been disposed of... but from this hall, you're likely to find as much as you want. I don't suppose your friendly aristocrats could have taken refuge if we had all this far."

Multiple sheets of paper that Germain had in his hand are poked at the Earl of Orbok.

A list of assassinated persons, with names such as orders and statements to collect taxes in excess of the provisions laid down by the State, intellectuals of those who bladed themselves or villages, and disturbed merchants.

Documents that were strictly disciplined were not protected by the mansion's mushrooms.

At the end of the day there was even a record book funded and negotiated by the Kingdom of Legions to the banned sorcery organization, The Flute Demon.

It was used to destroy disturbing villages instead of large sums of money, and furthermore, when the 'whistle-blowing demon' accomplished the overthrow of the kingdom, which is a grief, it was a contract to have it taken to a high status.

This paper alone is not enough for Count Obock to have his neck twisted ten times.

The destruction of the Count family is inevitable first and foremost.

"Hey, hey..."

Count Obock looked at the paper and took three steps back.

Then I change the color of my eyes and fly to Germain.

Germain waved the sword he had procured in the Orbok mansion and hit Count Orbok in the cheek with a pattern.

Count Obock falls on the spot.

On his neck, Germain presses the pattern of his sword against the floor.

"Ki, you! I crushed your house, you mean to give it back! Don't get on the diagram, if we blow it, we'll fly, poor wooden nobleman!

The Earl of Orbok shouts at Germain just by his neck, holding him down.

"... thank you, Lambert. Thanks to you, I was able to fulfill my grief. I didn't know Auvoc's neck was right there."

"I'm not thankful. I just owed you back."

If Lambert and Germain had slammed Lambert out of The Twilight of the Spirit, Count Obock's investigation would have been greatly delayed.

I couldn't even walk right through this city and I might have given up and left.

"Obok. You're just, like, a very bad guy. He shook the people, killed those facing the blade, and at last plotted until the overthrow of the kingdom. Everything will soon be daylight."

Germain said away, poking his sword at the Earl of Orbok.

Count Obock held his head with both hands and raised a beastly roar.

Watching how it went, Lambert was already pale about what he was going to do.

(A nobleman who spoke of the prosperity of his own clan had financed an anti-state organization…)

The Earl of Aubok said that he was also deeply involved with the dignitaries of the King's capital.

The fact that such a person was once shouldered by a terrorist is a story that cannot be dismissed.