Former General Is Undead Knight

City Barailla - is the land in the Kingdom of Legions with the highest number of Adventurers and Adventurers Guilds.

The reason for this is the existence of a large forest, commonly known as the Great Forest of the Lost, which extends into the neighborhood.

To a wide variety of warcraft, medicinal herbs of various potencies, rare nuts. Furthermore, we traveled to the woods in search of it, the relics of the adventurers… many adventurers enter the woods in search of it.

The city of Barilla also has plenty of facilities for adventurers, and the taxes incurred by adventurers' guilds when trading are far less than in other cities.

On something, it's a city where adventurers are privileged.

If there are more adventurers in that way, there will be more adventurers who want to be based in the land because there are many adventurers.

Repeatedly, the city of Barailla developed into the most adventurous city in the Kingdom of Legions.

"The Great Forest of the Lost" continues to have similar sights, and because of the bias of the magic field, magic fixtures etc. that tell us the orientation do not work.

It is called the Great Forest of the Lost.

There are a few people a year who try to cross the woods, but none have succeeded as one.

In addition, criminals from Adventurer Collapse, who are no longer able to enter or leave the city, often work for banditry based in the woods, but without exception are killed by the Warcraft, who gather the bodies into evil spirits and become bodies roaming the woods (Forest Wight).

Lambert was walking alone through the Great Forest of the Lost.

Being undead, Lambert does not need a meal, nor does he feel tired. No matter how huge the forest may be, it was not a natural problem.

If you don't know the way anymore, go straight anyway and you'll be out sooner or later. I was walking ahead in that spirit.

The reason Lambert visited The Great Forest of the Lost is that passing through here was the shortest route from the city of Einsas to the city of Barilla.

Lambert was endangering an anti-state organization called The Flute Demon, which came up with its name during the uproar of Count Obock.

The head of the Earl's family was a part of it.

Lambert thought so, whether the 'whistle blowing demon' was seriously planning a state overthrow on his Legions Kingdom opponent and the Earl of Obock thought it had a chance to win.

Even if times have already shifted, it is not an overlookable development for Lambert, who was a general of the Kingdom of Legions.

Urban Barailla is one of the most important cities for the Kingdom of Legions.

In the unlikely event that the Kingdom of Legions is attacked from the outside, the adventurers who are overflowing with urban balays can turn to us for help.

It also simply means that it is a city with fast turning gold and developing commerce.

If "The Whistling Devil" knew that the vigilant eye from the Kingdom of Legions had been fortified and he were to take action first, he was likely to be targeted from a land like the city Barilla.

There have also been rumours recently that we have seen people with suspicious looks in the city of Barilla.

Even if it was wasted legs, this land of various adventurers is ideal for gathering information and obtaining information about the 'whistling demon'.

Because of those thoughts, Lambert decided to head to the city of Barilla.

As Lambert walks through the woods, a gathering of dead leaves that had fallen to the ground rises and an ugly demon appears, as if the mud had elephant man.

A green discolored eyeball peeks from the collapsed and rotten skin.

It is the fruit of an adventurer, a corpse roaming the woods (Forest Wight).

An odorous appearance that punches your nose, a nasty voice and, above all, a physiological aversion.

Even adventurers familiar with just corpses are nauseating ugly beings.

but for Lambert it is just a junior demon.

Wave the great sword and slap it off the top from the chest. Crushed bones and rotten meat danced around, and bodies roaming the woods (Forest Wight) collapsed.

It is familiar to Lambert, such as a body of this magnitude.

In the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms, there were as many brutal swordsmen as there were mad magicians.

Some had gathered a hundred thousand poisonous worms just for torture, and in order to humiliate and demoralize the enemy's generals, only extended their lives with white magic with limbs, sticking sticks in their bodies and putting them high on the battlefield.

For Lambert, who was accustomed to those people's opponents, it's a pretty thing, such as just a rotten corpse.

(Did the undead come out...... I've been going on an insomnia break for a week, but maybe it's time for the city to be close)

As I pondered with a great sword protruding near a corpse roaming the woods (Forest Wight)...... I noticed that signs of living humans were approaching.

Grabbing the neck of a corpse roaming the woods (Forest Wight), he pulled every bone in his neck out of the sloppy, rotten meat.

Lambert looks back and throws his head at the same time.

The head of a corpse roaming the woods (Forest Wight) hit a distant tree trunk and said, "Yikes!" I hear a scream, and then I hear a loud noise. Apparently, the Lord of Screams flipped.

As I approached her, the woman, slipping her hips, was raising her hands.

The woman was dressed lightly, and for that she was weaving a thick cape.

From the yellow-green scarf wrapped around his head, a slightly reddish brown hair peeks.

He has a pair of shingle leather gloves fitted to his hands and a pair of shingle boots on his feet.

At his feet, the harp was rolling.

"No, I didn't mean to eavesdrop... sorry... No, but what a vibrant sword sound. Now, yes, and you see the swordsman of your name... no, I heard you, but should I say it?

The eyes of a woman who was closed are opened.

He had thin pigmented, unique eyes.

"Are you blind? You've come all this way by yourself?

"My ears know so much more than the eyes of an ordinary man. What, because I'm letting you live with this. My name is Albana, and I'm a traveling poet."

That's what Albana said, hands down on the harp at his feet, fingers showing.

"If you're a bard, you don't have to go out of your way to dive into these demonic woods."

"It's outrageous! You can get good inspiration from the magical woods, and without knowing the demons, can we sing the hero Tan? We have to know all kinds of things… and sometimes we can meet nice adventurers, like this."

Albana said as she joked, placing her hand on the head of a corpse (Forest Wight) roaming Lambert's thrown woods in an attempt to get up and rubbing her gloves against a nearby tree with her face up.

"Oh... wow... I wondered what you threw, depending... wow..."

(... by the looks of it, your liver is sitting)

"No, swordsman's sword, this albana, I'm in love with you! Please let me accompany you back to the city!

(Is the city close? It's a little suspicious... Would you like some guidance?)

If Lambert had given his permission, Albania would have cheered and been happy to let go.

"Whoa! Oh, my God, thank God! This albana, necessarily one day, will show you the Swordsman by spelling the hero Tan on the model!

Albana rubs her voice up, making a hard fist grip with her hands and turning to the universe.

"A hero, Tan... unfortunately, that's not a good word for me."

"No, that's not true! Me, the eyes that look at people... I feel confident in the ears that listen to people. The swordsman must soon become righteous."