Former General Is Undead Knight

in the corner of the slums of the city Kraan.

Viscount Lagar's private soldiers had been knocked down as bloody corpses.

to that number.

"Hmm, now you're alone."

Lambert looks behind a narrow alley.

"Stupid, stupid...... impossible...... so many profits, why not even a battle......?

Ahead of Lambert's stare, a troop leader's man, who was partitioning the private soldiers, was trembling with a hostage boy in his arms.

Lambert, who helped Alti and his father, ran into private soldiers carrying a crying boy while he broke up with them and continued to gather information, and went in to help.

"Fuck, don't come, don't come! If you come, there's no life for this kid!

A private soldier, with a trembling hand, hangs a sword on the boy's neck.

My hands trembled and the blade plundered the boy's neck.

Blood drips from the neck.

"I don't know."

Lambert kicked the ground and walked in a straight line, crossing with the man and flashing.

The orbit of the Boneless Great Sword dropped only the man's arm and neck beautifully, avoiding the boy, due to fine control.

The neck of a man with a stunned look and his sword fell to the ground.

At the same time, the body of the private soldier was pushed to collapse, and the boy was about to fall to the spot, but Lambert supported his body.

"... couldn't you catch one more? Are you not feeling well or have no luck"

Lambert stares at his own slaughtered private soldiers.

If it was now time to find Viscount Lagar's hand, we were going to let him talk about Viscount Lagar and the 'whistle blowing demon' information.

However, the private soldier's license was insane and could have beheaded the hostage, causing him to fall into the feather where he had to kill the last one quickly.

Slightly discouraged, Lambert asks the boy he helped.

"Are you hurt?

"Ah, ah..."

The boy stared stunnedly at Lambert and, after moving his mouth in puffiness, fainted in fear.

More than ever, the stress of being kidnapped had exhausted my mind to the extreme.

Fear stuffed by swordsmen of full-body armor wet in blood was the last push.

"I was going to hold my temper... or am I just so scared..."

Lambert tells him to be slightly depressed and returns the Great Sword to his sheath.

"I don't like kids..."

Lambert was no better at dealing with children than he was in his lifetime.

It was common at both extremes to get away with fear and make it impossible to communicate properly, or to be oddly liked and run away with Lambert having difficulty coping.

It was something I wanted to avoid if I could, but I can't leave you here alone.

Walk the ghetto lightly in charge of the boy.

(I hope you can keep it somewhere before I wake up...)

As Lambert walked with that in mind, he perceived the sound of someone kicking the ground closer than behind his own back.

Immediately Lambert turned himself over and pulled out the great sword to prevent it.

To the belly of the great sword, the raider Rapier collided.

"... prevent my blow from the blind spot, with one hand? I see. It's not like the miscellaneous fish."

Raiders kick the ground and distance themselves from Lambert.

The raiders were skinny men, dressed in thin protective equipment of demonic silver (misrills) and red capes.

The top half of his face is hidden in the helmet of the magic silver Mithril, dew from his nose down.

Silver hair shakes from the gap with the bottom.

Rapier in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand.

"What are you?

Lambert asks.

The man laughs with his nose and sets up a rapier again.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a name to give back to the villains"

"You think you're a villain?

"Are you going to fall in love? It is already foreseeable to me that you are preaching a myth and capturing the children of the vulnerable poor."

"Say what..."

Lambert remembers his own fitness.

It's bloody wet and carries a lost child.

Now certainly, I can't complain if I'm mistaken for Viscount Lagard's child hunt.

"Wait, calm down. That's not true."

"You despicable evil bastard!

A man bows his back and rushes to Lambert.

"Wait! No!

Lambert speaks desperately.

The situation sucks, but I have no other hand than to have you believe me.

Probably not a person on Viscount Lagard's side to guess more than a man's words and deeds.

Probably have the same purpose or close to him as Lambert.

Fighting pointlessly was not a good idea, and I wanted to avoid it as much as I could as a feeling.

The man, in front of him entering into the midst of Lambert's great sword, pushes his shoulder out as he momentously protrudes his left-hand rapier, twisting his body and jumping forward.

It was a blow aimed at the joint area of the neck armor.

Lambert dealt with that spike move by lowering the sword and coming forward.

"Become..."

A man on the brink and feeling in crisis let Rapier slip aside.

Lambert's body hits the Raiders.

The intention to unleash a thrusting move with all the weight on it was the result of throwing the body against the wall of the Magic Gold Organ.

The man felt a shock all over his body and was gently bounced backwards.

"Grrr!"

"Though I would say not."

Says Lambert as if he was stunned.

The man lets himself breathe, as he bends forward.

The mouth peeking from the helmet had a flatulence.

"This is what makes me feel so light..."

The clash now, too, would have been easy to break a few bones of a man and render him incapable of combat if he had weighed a little more from Lambert.

Naturally, I lost my hand.

"Ki, you... are not Viscount Lagar's private soldier... There can't be a private soldier of a country lord with so much skill..."

"I would be saying that from the beginning..."

"Well, are you from The Flute Demon? After all, was the rumor that they were entering the center true? Then you can't lose lightly. You can stop by mistake!

I still don't understand.

"... persistent"

"Because you're not going to die while the bad guys lick you!

A man throws his right-hand dagger at Lambert.

He then sickens to follow the orbit of his own thrown dagger and packs the distance to Lambert.

"Are you glad you threw down your weapon?

"The dagger on the right replaces the shield to recieve the enemy's sword more than the former...... now that I've abandoned my protection, it's unnecessary! Think of my readiness not to quit!

With the scream, a man releases a series of spikes.

Lambert leaves the child on one shoulder, gently blocking the man's rapier with only his remaining right hand.

"Gu, why, why don't you get it..."

The man's sword moves were perfected by Lambert.

All moves are played in a certain way.

Trying to mount a decisive onslaught, but I can't let it fall apart and find me.

"Slow, and not strong enough. The movement is too linear on top of it. Your sword doesn't have the strength to do it overnight, but your sword doesn't have enough posture to try to achieve sword moves. First, it's a matter of consciousness."

In response to a man's soliloquy, Lambert criticizes a man's sword moves.

While preventing a man's sword moves, he felt nostalgia when he was coaching his lifetime men, a word that came out with his mouth poked.

But the man's soliloquy was just something that came out, and he didn't turn it down and ask Lambert to appreciate it.

"You! By the way, are you going to fool around with this telling me the basics of the treatment of swords, etc!

A man sets up a rapier from outside of time and walks as he glides through the circle of time, aiming for a lambale.

(But if you're licking, it's convenient... this guy, he can't see the bottom too much. Calm down, the only thing missing from this me is getting hot soon, my dead father used to tell me too. Take the opponent's alarm backwards and end it with the secret moves of our home-style swordsmanship, the stunt of the Spike Sword, and "Double Wearing"......!

"Double penetration" is a Rapier stunt.

When prevented by rolling out a spike, the vector of recoil received by the rapier is fully controlled to freely handle the orientation of the force and divert to the force pulling and protruding the rapier to roll out the next spike.

By its very nature, the rapier will not pull straight and release straight, but will wave to draw a circle.

It can be considered an active return move that bursts in response to an opponent's defense.

"If you're saying I'm late, take it, my secret sword!

A man sticks out a rapier.

That moment when Lambert played it without difficulty, a man pulls a rapier while drawing a circle at high speed, and protrudes the rapier toward Lambert while drawing a circle at the same speed.

"It's just a series of attacks."

Reluctantly, Lambert deals with the Great Sword only slightly sideways.

But I laughed at the man's face when he said he was prevented from stunning.

"Surely you were strong. But that was a mistake."

A man's rapier is pulled back at a rate that exceeds the limits of his arm.

The horrible thing about 'double penetration' is that, assuming it is prevented twice in a row, the previous two minutes of force are added to the rapier.

The only way to defeat it is to avoid it, not prevent it.

"" Triple penetration "! Can you say it's still too late for this!

The man's arm was screaming.

But this is an exchange of lives.

If you can defeat a strong enemy with some injuries, you have no remorse

"Hmm."

Lambert dealt with the Great Sword sideways.

With the thrust of Rapier, his arm won't brace at all.

The man already had a bad feeling in his chest at this time.

But there was no time, or room, in this battle to think about what it meant and make a decision.

Because the next thing you know, the next thing you know, really maximize, might be your last chance.

"'Four times straight'!

As the rambale that does not enter the offense even prevents it, the 'continuous circular wear' increases the speed of the rapier to the bottom.

I just went into "Sevenfold Continuous," and I couldn't keep up with any thoughts on where Rapier would release the next spike to even the earliest rolling man.

Just concentrate all your consciousness on just continuing the divine speed streak.

The severe pain in my arm is already paralyzed and I feel nothing.

(I can go, next time, I can go with this!

A man is convinced.

Undoubtedly, I am now approaching the realm of the sword.

I was feeling that.

"My feet are weak, and it's still too late. The movement is beyond monotonous and cluttered. As I was saying, we should start by working out our attitude to the battle, our mental aspects."

Lambert's extruded sword crushed the man's certainty.

It was a blow that was not capable of killing the great sword that was pushed against his stomach, but that was too much to interrupt the man's series of blows and break his heart again.

"And behold, because of the weakness of the stomping, it is only a little push away."

"This is stupid... my sword doesn't make any sense..."

The man glanced, dropped the rapier on the spot, collapsed on the spot to follow him, and poked him in the knee.

Lambert, once again, checked the boy carrying him on his shoulder, knowing that he was asleep easily, softly relieved.