Former General Is Undead Knight

A big horse without a neck slaps a big hoof with a lambale hanging on him.

Lambert scolds it, and walks back and forth with the belly of his sword around the body of the giant that came towards him shortly after.

The big horse rushes past the side of the Rambale with all the momentum, but soon knocks his hooves to the ground and bends over, pushing him to the Rambale again.

Have you enjoyed being made easy earlier, the great horse suddenly stops at Rambal's present, lifts his previous legs wide and slaps them into Rambal?

Lambert did not avoid it and set up his sword in the front.

"Damn, swordsman! You can't do that!

Apparently he sensed Lambert wasn't trying to avoid it. Arbana screams.

For a man to deal with properly, a large horse without a neck was too gigantic.

Lambert's act just seemed like a suicide.

Big horse hooves compete with Lambert's sword.

Albana doubted his ears.

The pressure of a large horse weighing more than three turns than a normal man, and a wave of the human sword, are antagonizing.

"Here's the thing..."

Albana, who had been watching from a distance, also approached Lambert in awe.

"Hmm, I see. Great. You must have been a famous horse in your life."

Lambert said, "Ha!" Shouting loudly, he played up the giant of the great horse with momentum.

The empty abdomen of the great horse is exposed to Lambert.

If you wave another sword, you should be able to definitely inflict fatal injuries.

"Yay!

Albana clears her ears as she sweats on her forehead, desperately trying to hear the end of this battle.

But Lambert didn't launch the chase.

"............... Oh, that?

Albana squeaks.

The Great Horse also stops at a distance so as to surprise Lambert.

"Have you also been disputed by the Lord? That's an odd encounter."

A great horse leans his neck without precedence to hear Lambert speak.

At the next moment, I bowed my back and flew to Lambert.

Lambert immediately wields his sword and unloads it all at once.

"Ha!

The pressure leaks out of the rambal.

"Huh!"

Albana stops moving, opens thin pigmented eyes, and falls back on alert.

Lambert's sword swung down, crushing the ground and winding up a splash of sand.

The sword was not unleashed against the horse. The horse's, it was swinging right down to the side.

The great horse had put his belly on the ground, out of fear, and was on the spot.

Lambert slowly fixes his posture and returns the Great Sword to the sheath.

Tensions fall out of the tight body of Albania.

Albana closes her eyes, puts her hand on her mouth and laughs.

"Bi, I'm surprised... I was so impatient, already. Even so...... ahahaha, maybe because of my story, my feelings have shifted?

"No, think of it as a horse that's not bad. I was just worried that it took me a little while to get around the woods. Or so, a coarse horse can't stand the weight of my armor, and it crumbles quickly. I couldn't find a proper horse in a city where I used to be."

"... Yes?

Albana frowns suspiciously.

In the kingdom of Legions during the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms, there had been a leap forward in the rearing of military horses that could withstand heavy armor.

He had taken it from among the horses and chosen a horse of good stature, had made them make similar large horses and children, and had repeatedly raised tough horses.

Lambert, who needed to wear the Four Demons' Gold (Organ) Armor, was given a selection of famous horses.

The horses seen in the city of Einsas seemed so poor and useless to Lambert, who knew them by that time.

In that regard, this neckless great horse was famous enough to be reminiscent of the military horses of the Kingdom of Legions during the War of Unity of the Eight Kingdoms.

There were various difficulties, but it seemed trivial to Lambert.

Lambert is also undead than he was. I just rode an undead horse, and it would be a good fit.

And most importantly, although a few steps inferior to his former Lambert beloved horse, he also touched Lambert's harp line that there was something resembling him, called fur and a good vibe.

Make this horse your own - from the first time you pressed it against your hooves, that's what you've decided in Lambert.

"No, no... no, no, no! You don't miss undead like that! They just stick to their lifelong paranoia and go wild! Master Swordsman... What do you say, just reckless?

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Lambert, who was accidentally denied himself, was slightly murky inside.

Ignoring Albana's advice, stroke the back of a great horse crawling on the ground, with his armored hands.

Though the horse shook himself up, he didn't wander off from it, and he was grown up.

"Look, my heart made sense. I've always been good with animals."

"... isn't that just threatening?

From Arbana, it just seems like the Beast is surrendering to an even bigger compatriot.

It is common in nature.

Nevertheless, it was strange to see the great horse desperately bowing his head to Lambert, an undead who was supposed to be trapped in anger and madness due to a lack of emotions such as joy and fear.

Most importantly, Lambert is also part of that undead, but that is not what Albania knows.

"The swordsman seems to be sturdy... somehow, you are flawed... Yeah, well, in a good way."

After giving his honest thoughts, Arbana does not think particularly deeply, but adds a follow-up to his opponent.

Lambert was leaning his neck against the words of Albania, yet stroking his neckless horse's back like he loved him with his empty hands.

Most of all, the horse without the neck being stroked still seemed threatened.

"It doesn't seem boring to be with a swordsman... it's hard to tell this story how sincerely I told it and nobody seems to believe it..."

Albana sighed deeply.