Former General Is Undead Knight

"When the 'Dancing Sword' people are coming to the table...... hey, what happened!?

It was Miglud, a servant girl of the Count Mondo family, who appeared out of breath in front of the gate.

In doing so, the sight she saw was of two gatekeepers sitting down against a man of great armor and Glasco, the head of a private army who was distorting his expression to fear and losing his mind.

Miglud knew that Glasco, the head of the private army, had headed first to the gate and rushed after him, wondering if he was going to cause one stuffing.

Glasco was bloody and badly hated adventurers who could invade his territory again.

Especially now, where the guild of the 'Dancing Sword' had made a collection of unicorn horns that the private army had not ripened, which was particularly frustrating.

But no way, I never thought that would turn out like this.

The man with the great armor...... Lambert turned his helmet toward the glistening miggled and nodded loudly.

"Sorry, we had a fight"

"Yeah...?

Miglud, bewildered, drops his gaze on Glasco, who is losing his mind.

Private Corps Leader, Glasco.

He was the eldest son of a nobleman, but he was abusive and retarded, and had a bad reputation from the inhabitants because he had flashly assaulted and repeatedly assaulted his own people against him, and for those reasons his brother had taken the housekeeper away from him and made him a private soldier for Count Monde.

In front of the building, it is supposed that the Earl of Mondo bought me an arm and chose a path to devote myself to people as a swordsman, but the truth is that I was flown to other territories before applying any more mud to the sign of the house.

Besides being cunning, unfit for appearance and prudent, an unbeatable battle is of a nature that you will never win.

Even as a swordsman, he has considerable skill, because he has been planted with swordsmanship by children and children under the policy of his parents, and he has great stature and strength.

The fact that such a glasco is also so lightly stretched was an event that was hard to accept by the migurd who knew the usual glasco.

I also thought Miglud was sure he had set something up from Glasco, but I don't blame him for being just as arbitrary.

Or, even as he seized Lambert, the gatekeeper who was supposed to be in that role could not lift his head with trembling.

"Miguel, what's all this fuss"

There, a low, piercing voice sounds.

He is an old man of a good width.

He had a deep wrinkle engraved on his face but a strong expression that did not make him feel decayed due to his age.

"Dear Mo, Mondo... that, Lady Glasco..."

Called by name, the old man - Count Mondo - walked over to Glasco, where he slept on the ground, sighed and shook his head.

"I hear Noon's men have caused trouble."

Count Mondo also perceived the situation when he heard from other men that Glasco had hoisted the edge of his mouth and ran to the gate willingly, and Glasco came out thinking that whoever but himself would not listen to anything.

Count Mondo looks up and takes his gaze off Glasco and turns to Lambert.

I see you're the man with the rumored armor.

Yunos watched Count Mondo approach Lambert, moving naturally to Lambert's diagonal forward, kneeling to the ground and bowing his head.

"... No, this is just a fight. I'm sorry I couldn't stop you while I was staying here too

. This is me who brought him here. I will accept the punishment. "

Then Yunos glanced at Lambert just in case.

"... face up. If you can make that happen, Nong will help too. I'm sorry to hear it's been a rough welcome. They've shown you the embarrassment."

Yunos begged himself to be punished because he had long known that Count Mondo was not a man who punished men without darkness.

The best way to round the field is to have the other person's shoulder.

Lambert took the form of a mud-coated Yunos, but Lambert himself did not care.

At the time I originally received Glasco's duel, I intended to take on every trouble in place of The Dancing Sword.

He is taken to the Count of Mondo, through the garden to the dining room of the museum.

As he moved down the hallway, the fund whispered into Yunos.

"Dear Yunos... I thought you never did with that guy's shoulder?

Such a guy is naturally about Glasco.

Headed by the fund, the face of "The Dancing Sword" was largely offended by Glasco's one-sided narratives and child-stained provocations.

The hoarding dropped because Lambert slapped us in the face and lost our minds, but we were not convinced that Lambert was going to wear mud for Glasco and Yunos, our own head, was going to bow his head.

Yunos just smiled lightly and answered nothing to the fund.

The fund learns to hook up to that Yunos grin, puts his jaw hand on it and lowers his gaze to the floor, slowing his steps.

When he looked up, Yunos was out a little before the fund.

The fund looks at Yunos' head and thinks.

(Dear Yunos... Are you in a good mood?

The fund's expectations were met.

Yunos was just puzzled when he got tangled up in Glasco, but after the commotion calmed down, he was rather in a good mood.

(Sooner or later, they're the ones who kick it off. If you're incapacitated, that's better. I thought he was just a bunch of idiots, but he was a big idiot to see how this went)

Yunos was in a good mood because he was able to realize that Glasco, the head of the private army, was incompetent.

Yunos' aim was to make 'The Dancing Sword' the Adventurer's Capital, Barailla's First Adventurer Guild, pushing back the Private Corps to gain credibility from its lord, Count Mondo, and eventually climb into a position of being able to speak out in the politics of the realm.

"The Dancing Sword" is also only a means for Yunos to get into Count Mondo.

Just because the lord's private soldiers were useless never makes me feel frustrated.

Rather from him, it was something to rejoice in.

"Thank you for this unicorn crusade. Nong's niece, Chris, has wandered the abyss of death for the past few days... but has been safely stabilized by a spirit medicine using a unicorn horn. Now I am absolutely at rest... but when I am feeling better, I said I would love to meet with the armored swordsman who took care of Robin Hood"

On the move, Count Mondo opened his mouth.

Migurd, the servant girl who was walking with her, glanced up at Lambert with an eyebrow root and swallowed his sagging.

Lambert glanced slightly at Miglud, so she panicked away.

Migurd felt his spine creeping and his body heavier as if he was surrounded by ten demons, wondering if the armored big man was still spying on himself from the gap in his helmet.

(... If I pair this person with Dear Chris, wouldn't this intimidation make my medical condition worse...?