Former General Is Undead Knight

The rubble is followed by a falling sound for each person.

Lambert lowers his great sword and looks back to Viscount Lagar.

"Shit, are you dead? Le, what about Lulu...?

Viscount Lagar lights a slight glimmer of hope on her disjointed face and asks Lambert.

Lambert looked back pale to Viscount Lagar as he turned to the back of his own collapsed wall, a pile of fallen debris.

Viscount Lagar was sick and tired of their brutality, although he had come into contact with the word of Count Obock that it would soon be them who knew the 'whistle-blowing devil' and would take over the sovereignty of the future country.

Besides, Luluk was expanding his influence of the 'whistle-blowing demon' in Viscount Lagard territory, in the form of his takeover of substantial territorial rule.

It was not the envisioned system of cooperation of Viscount Lagard, but it was the end of the line where he was frightened by them and could not bounce off the demands that were increasingly overlapping.

Besides, I cannot rely on the royal family because I am hiding them by betraying my country.

I couldn't help it now, and I couldn't do anything about it.

It was ambiguous whether it would be positive or negative for Viscount Lagard that Luluk the Eight Wise Men, the focal point here and the executive of The Whistling Devil, died.

Viscount Lagar regained his real rights, which had been taken over by them by expelling the 'whistling demon', and yet hiding his own evil against the royal family was a top priority.

Viscount Lagar also thinks it would be nice if his relationship with the "whistle-blowing demon" were to become aye free as it is, but there were several problems in doing so.

The same goes for the revenge of the 'whistling demon', but first and foremost, Lambert's mouth must be sealed.

Viscount Lagar rubbed his head against the ground and sat down without hesitation to Lambert.

The surrounding private soldiers bewildered and put their hands on their shoulders to wake Viscount Lagard.

"Lord Swordsman... Actually, Nan, Nan's territory was long threatened and dominated by the 'whistle blowing demon'...! If the swordsman could help me, what would have happened...!

Viscount Lagar tells Lambert as he defiles his face with tears and snot.

There was a glimmer in the faces of the soldiers around them.

Originally, it was Viscount Lagar who invited the 'whistle blower demon', and he also deserved to lose control.

Cut it out only on a side convenient to me, filling in the parts of Tsujitsu that no longer fit, claiming to be the complete victim, and the lack of any resistance to its pathetic actions had reached the realm of one art.

There can be no shame in the private soldiers watching around, either, so much so that Viscount Lagar was actually right and created the illusion that his own memory might have been a mistake.

Viscount Lagar, who was not blessed as one for his talent as a lord, but only his thoughtful goodness in transferring responsibility and obsession with self-preservation were top notch.

"Please, Lord Swordsman...! I've never seen more swordsmanship than you! Still, the whistling demons are lurking in the realm! Slash them!

To the pleading Viscount Lambert, Lambert turns to the eye hole in the back of his helmet.

"Let's take that on. They eradicate it. But I can't guarantee your life."

"Hey, what the hell! Why, Noon! Noon is so shitty with his head down!

"If you have a will, I'll ask. Tell me the information, it's short notice."

"Hey, hey...!

Viscount Lagar in flamboyance.

Even if they suspected him, they didn't expect him to be pronounced dead from the front.

"Well, well, well! Kill him! Somebody, kill that armor! Hurry up!"

Viscount Lagar screams desperately.

Lambert slowly sets the sword against Viscount Lagard.

Viscount Lagar collapses on the spot and still tries to crawl and distance himself from Lambert with his hands.

"Hih! Non is not bad! It's not a bad idea! 'Cause besides doing this, what else could you have done!? Non, nothing's wrong!

One of the private soldiers approaches Viscount Lagar with horror.

"Viscount Lagar... what about the magic formation on your forehead...?

"Hih?

Viscount Lagar touches her forehead with her hands trembling with fear.

"... that sucks. What is the secret art of the Hude tribe in the kingdom of Berphis. It would have been activated when you betrayed it."

- In the era of the War of Unity of the Eight Kingdoms, the Kingdom of Berphis has long seen power struggles taking place all over the country, where betrayal and homicide are rampant, and where nature and national identity have also become ruthless and tend to be preserved.

In the meantime, the Hude tribe, manipulating a worm-mediated spell within the kingdom of Belphis, was treasured more than the royal family by completing the secret art of killing the bearer of the body in response to the microscopic nature of a person's spirit.

Most importantly, the spell was flawed and it was not uncommon to misactivate.

I couldn't make such a convenient thing from the beginning.

Besides taking advantage of that flaw, I caught the allegation that I intentionally rammed it up and plotted betrayal, and even appeared to those who executed each clan for something I didn't care about, and couldn't get it cleaned up.

Even though the Kingdom of Berphis was a mighty magical nation, it is assumed to be a spell that created the greatest factor, defeated earlier by other kingdoms.

After the demise of the kingdom of Berphis, the victorious general, who jeopardized the spell, allegedly executed the Hud tribe in total, burned down many books and wiped them out of the world altogether.

Though incomplete, Hude tribe secrets were convenient.

That's why it was dangerous.

The general decided that his country would be the second dance of the kingdom of Berphis in the unlikely event that his royal family tried to use it for ministers.

"We can't leave that spell for future generations. Lagar, don't you remember me? There must be someone in your body who put something on it. What was he like? Whatever, spit the information. If you're done, I'll make a mistake."

Lambert approaches Viscount Lagar and sticks out his hand with the Great Sword.

Viscount Lagard's eyes are opened.

"Yes, I don't like it! Non can't die yet! Do something, take this! Take it! This! Oh, no, I don't want to! Stop, stop, somebody, stop!

Scratch your forehead desperately.

The blood is zero, the flesh shreds. But the magic formation begins to produce light.

"I don't like it, I don't like it. Aah!

"There's a way to stop it"

"Ho, is that true?

Lambert nods.

"Drop your neck."

"I don't like it. Ahhhhhhh!

Viscount Lagar breaks out on the ground, crying and calling.

The private soldiers didn't know what to do, either, and all they could do was grate.

"Uh-oh! No! Whoa, whoa, whoa! What did Non do! What did Non do?

"Say it quickly!

Lambert screams, but Viscount Lagar does not respond.

Suddenly the movement stops and falls on your back.

Later, when the whole body cramps, white bubbles erupt from the mouth.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

Viscount Lagar's eyeballs circled nicely, his forehead cracked and he had a crust, a huge, multi-legged bug appeared.

"La, Viscount Lagar!?

The giant bug crawls down Viscount Lagar's body and approaches a frightening private soldier around him.

"Hih! Don't come, come. Oh!

Lambert jumped in front of the confused private soldiers and flashed a giant bug.

The giant worm, which turned into two pieces, still stood still on its feet, but soon stopped moving.

"... it must have been planted, along with experiments"

Lambert looks down on Viscount Lagar's body, as he says.

There was a big hole in his forehead, and his eaten and torn brain was exposed.

From the cracked forehead, there is a stream of green cloudy liquid, like blood rotting.

Similar fluids were leaking from the nose, mouth and under the eyes.

Then he returns to the big hole he emptied on the wall and looks down.

The placement of debris had changed slightly and blood stains had increased.

Luluk took off the rubble and fled.

(... Did you drop it downstairs, screw it up? I wanted to give priority to eliciting information that only Viscount Lagard knew, rather than going down and checking, but I didn't expect to miss either. I didn't expect the enemy to escape me and kill my sources... this is a failure, Lambert. Not that a magician who chooses no means of adhering to his life knows how much. Didn't you have a chronic heart?

Lambert, admonishing himself, punishes the Great Sword to the sheath.

Compared to the Age of the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms, when it comes to not being alarmed at all that modern times are just magicians who die lightly, that is undeniable too, Lambert.

Those days lived in ways that enemy mages who thought they had defeated did not anticipate, and things such as the death of many soldiers in vain were common occasions in war.

Even through Lambert, the magicians of those times are nothing short of judging that they were not the earliest human beings.

(The organs did pierce. I just don't think my body moves with an array...... my buddy or the spirits carried it? Whatever, the next time I see you, be sure to crush your head)