Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert, with the blind bard woman, Albana, proceeds through the woods.

Behind Lambert, who walks exploring the signs of demons, Albana laughs with Kerakera, familiar and somewhat annoyingly speaking to Lambert.

I don't see any warnings about demons from the way they are.

Albana stops every few steps to ring the harp in her hand and resumes her steps as she sings her nose with Humphun.

Apparently, he echoed the sound of the harp around him and grasped what was around him.

(Though he has excellent hearing, how dare he come to such a deep forest, blind body.... for, too weak an alert. Are you distracted because I'm here?

Lambert was somewhat surprised that Albana was too alert.

"Master Swordsman! Again, Swordsman, have you come to this forest to see The Great Horse of Nightmare?

Turn your closed eyes toward Lambert as Albana tilts her neck.

I know you know where Rambale is with the sound, but nevertheless, it was a move as if you could see this one.

"What, what's that?

"You can't possibly not know. It's the great horse of the undead, who's dropping" The Great Forest of the Lost "to the bottom of his fear. I don't know if someone even used extra necromancy, but it appeared suddenly recently. This is the outrageous rampage, and there are no more adventurers to go around here. The lord sent a private soldier, but not one returned..."

"... I see, is this the kind of place where adventurers come, near the city"

"Swordsman, you just say things you don't understand. If you're in the city, you won't like it, but you'll be able to stop it if you're ready. Hey, because I haven't stopped by the city of Barilla yet?

"Oh. Here I come from Ainsas, the city on the other side of the forest. Not in the woods, but in the city of Barilla."

"Hahaha! The swordsman seems to be seriously rotten and good at laughing. How far is it from here to the city of Einsas! I hope you don't want to tell me."

As for Lambert, it was just a fact, but Albania kicked me in the ass as a joke.

But anyway, if you convinced me, it didn't matter to Lambert.

about it, did not dare deny or affirm

"But do it with Albana. What are you doing in the woods?

"Isn't it decided! I would love to experience the power of The Great Horse of Nightmare. For us poets, sensibility is property!

For a moment Lambert wondered if it was the one in Albania who was telling the joke, but the face of Albania was serious in itself.

Albana must also be an albana, without any outrageous orders.

Lambert had a lot to think of in her barren vid, but was only focused on moving forward with her mouth "well".

"So... Actually, I sandwiched it in my little ear at the Barilla liquor store, and it looks just like that horse, the one that was killed fifty years ago. It is. I don't know if it's true or not."

When Lambert is silent, Albana tells the story of the horse ghost she herself has heard, with discouragement and force.

Even though I didn't ask for it, it was a true story.

Said the horse was a brave adventurer's horse.

When the adventurer was hunting in The Great Forest of the Lost and resting injured, a white skinny horse attacked him.

The adventurer who was injured nearly lost his life in jeopardy, but the horse quickly pushed down that white horse and trampled him to death.

You were outraged that your dear husband was attacked, the white horse was choosen by hoof marks in his body, the bones on his hands and feet were shattered and his neck was shattered.

But it was the beloved horse of the aristocracy.

The adventurer, fearful of buying anger, slashed his horse many times on the spot of his discovery, dropped his head at the end of the day and slaughtered him and apologized to the nobility.

When it's over, I loosen my expression until just now, and Albania, back in shape, laughs hella.

"... and how I said it. Come on. You must be resenting humans. It is assumed that only the dead whose mana is anchored by strong ideas are eligible for necromancy. Because the strongest emotion for an organism is resentment. We may not be able to get rid of the rumors."

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"Oh, hey, did you get a little snug? Surprisingly, you seemed tough."

"No... it's not"

Even Lambert's words to say so are slightly less hectic.

Although Lambert denied it, he remembered an emotion close to sympathy for the Lord killed horse he protected.

And that was then.

- Dan, Dan, Dan.

- Dan, Dan, Dan.

The sound of a horseshoe slamming the earth blocked the conversation between the two of them.

Running all the way to Lambert and the others.

"Ho, looks like you're really here"

Albana said it was an end in itself, but for that it was a menacing hip.

"That's heavy... the big horse doesn't seem to be Dada"

Lambert pulls out the Great Sword.

It was the big black horse who scratched the trees and popped out.

Successful, tight body.

The four legs are thick and powerful. But it was something that made me feel supple.

The body of the great horse glows faintly, illuminating the darkness of the forest.

It is a temporarily early flesh reproduced by necromancy.

And at the tip of his thick neck, his head wasn't attached.

From the fragments, there is dripping black blood that does not know to stay.

Where the black blood drips, the grass withers, and the ground dries.

"... I see, good horse"

"Damn, swordsman! More than rumors, this horse seems dangerous! I thought I would be able to escape somehow myself, but so far... Standing in the front, no matter how many lives..."

A big horse with no neck rushes to Lambert.

Lambert took it with his sword, but he couldn't kill the momentum and was bounced backwards.

Stop while rubbing your feet to the ground.

The big horse lifted both forelegs like he was excited.

A creepy hiss echoed through the woods from nowhere.