Former General Is Undead Knight

Tethomburg is usually completely ghosttown because of the predominance of facilities built in the ground and caves.

Today, however, there was a group of magicians, nearly fifty, lined up in its abandoned city.

"Seemed to panic for a long time, but at all, what is Master Luluk afraid of, Nfufufufu? He asked me to run away with a little bit of research, but I don't get it. Hard to understand."

Standing at the center is a skinny man, wrapped in a black suit.

He is vice president of the association of alchemists in the small city of Tethomburg, 'Angel of Death', and his name is Tony Rail.

Eight Wise Men, "Spinners of Truth," were essentially Tony Rail's ruler over this Tethomburg because they had no legitimate contact with anyone other than Tony Rail.

"There's no such thing as a soldier with a view of the Kingdom Soldiers, even though he's not scared or anything. Don't you think? My cute, cute dolls."

With that said, Tony Rail looks to the beautiful boy in butler's clothes, standing next to him on the left.

On the right side of Tony Rail stands a beautiful boy in a similar outfit.

They both had dead eyes and had no emotions intervening in their expressions.

The boys were slaves collected by Tony Rail in his hobby.

Tony Rail tutored his favorite boy from among the children, a non-specimen that he had made him scratch from Viscount Lagar territory, and put him aside as his own caretaker.

Whoever resists, remembers badly, or has a hemp, will be immediately sent to the laboratory.

Tony Rail strokes the boy's cheek beside him with a poor quality grin and a tongue lick.

There, one of the magicians of "The Whistling Devil", who wraps his robe around, rushes to Tony Rail.

"Dear Tony Rail, I have a report for you. A dozen swordsmen have been found around Tethomburg."

Tony Rail's mouth, which received a report, hangs in the shape of a three-day moon.

"Ten Poachers! That, too, would be the common husband of the army at any rate. Hahahahahaha, ahahahahaha! What a funny story! Ahahahahaha! What are you going to do? Are they also suicidal aspirations? Then I need you to help me with that right away!

Say it, slap your hand and laugh.

The other 'whistle-blowing demons' mages were following it and laughing.

"Gentlemen, listen up. If you stay still, you will be pushed by all the top soldiers of the country in earnest, as well as those of the Church's heretical Inquisition. Our" Angel of Death "leader," Spinner of Truth, "also says that we should not" yet "have a fight with them. This land, Tethomburg, must be separated. But if they think we just ran away, it just makes the royals feel good."

Tony Rail opens his hands and begins his speech.

"For those of you kingdom soldiers who are on their way here, you will die no more miserably! No, that's not all! That's not enough! Build a miserable hell in this territory, fearful of all the kingdoms!

Twist your thin body and stretch your arms to heaven as if trying to grab something.

"That there must be no such thing as our proud 'whistling demon' worked betrayal! But to Viscount Lagar, the poisonous worm worked! This is... That he, who formed an alliance with us, despicably betrayed us! Even if we kill in this land, it is not an orderless tyranny, but a reward! We, with a respite until the Inquisition moves, impose sanctions on Viscount Lagard's territory and expose its backdrop to the eyes of all the kingdom! Let them know thoroughly! Let our retreat not give them psychological respite!

Tony Rail also correctly understood that the spell hanging on Viscount Lagar was something that depended on the emotions of a complex and unstable person, and it was not strange to malfunction on some applause.

The spell hanging on Viscount Lagar also had a strong experimental significance, not so much insurance when he betrayed it, but whether it could actually be used in a contract setting to be sufficiently effective.

But what Tony Rail wanted was a reason why it could cause a massacre in the land.

The 'whistle-blowing demon', who draws in the nobility of the country as his collaborator, cannot leave behind the fact that he trumped the disturbed Viscount Lagard territory and staged a rampage on the land, among other things.

Because other collaborators have doubts about the 'whistle-blowing demon' and are more likely to betray and come to the royal side again.

But raising Viscount Lagar as a traitor and imposing sanctions on his territory would, on the contrary, lead to a threat not to betray themselves to the collaborators.

"The kingdom and the people of this country must also know. That we, The Whistling Devil, are how superior we are! Now none, the Eight Wise Men: The Ugly Old Man of the Corpse. Master Manzi did devastating damage to Balayla, the capital of adventurers in a handful! But that's not enough! Originally, we should have turned Barilla into an undead with no one left, and Master Manzi would have returned! He screwed up! As we let go of this land, a second wave will be unleashed, and this time it will be right, declaring war on the royal family!

The mad magicians cheer.

Only the beautiful boys who were enslaved to Tony Rail were present on this occasion and quietly standing.

A third butler clothed boy running from somewhere else stops in front of Tony Trail and bows his head emotionally.

"Lord, Master Al Ante may intend to take this opportunity to escape. He missed him with the specimen."

"My dear Robic? Don't worry about that. Didn't I tell you to stay out of this, Al Ante?

"... but I thought it was an emergency"

"Hmm, isn't that impossible? You took the rat and disappeared. He himself, I guess, was going to run away. But you, Alante, will never get away with this. Besides, if you got caught up in a fight, you wouldn't lose your life with it. He may not look that way because he is dear, but he is definitely a genius when it comes to magic. Now anyway, if it's future, it outweighs even me. That's why they brought me here."

Tony Rail hoists the end of his mouth and gives a creepy grin.

"... Master Arante will not escape. I don't know about that certainty, but if that's what the Lord says, then so be it. I'm relieved."

"But for you, it's unusual. I can't believe you're gonna show me where you're going until you're eaten up by my word."

"Consider that there must be no obstruction to the Lord's plan. I don't know the details, but is Master Al Ante important to you?

Tony Rail bends his body wide and peeks into the boy butler's face as he leaves his disgusting grin sticking to his face

"You're not, Robic. You say you are the only one who can serve this me without the art of captivity and escape, but you believe you are in a similar position to yourself, Alante, and you regret without this that you may run away and be happy in some land? Am I?

Tony Rail licked his tongue, from the side of the boy's eye to the bottom of his cheek, as he peered into his face.

"I know, Robic. Your shallow and ugly, I sincerely wish people misfortune, jealousy. Don't worry, Robic, nobody's gonna get away with this."

Robic remained faceless and just stood on the spot, even while Tony Rail licked him.

Even if you can tell me what's inside, I won't show you one amazing gesture. Or, such emotions seemed to have been uprooted and stripped at last.

Tony Rail wakes up his body and makes a mockery.

"Come on, gentlemen! No one can stop us! Give each one an orderly storm to the land! To make a scene, let's make the Kingdoms soldiers who are on their way here look like no one once thought they were human!

"Dear Tony Rail! Something in your ear, something in your ear!

One of the magicians from "The Whistling Devil" rushes to Tony Rail in a hurry.

"What's wrong?

"As a matter of fact, Master Havane has a mad warrior unit led by Master Havane...!

"Has Lord Havane moved... then are the people of the Kingdom Soldiers already dead? I let him live and captured him, and I wanted to shake him very carefully, but he screwed his nose out. Lord Havane is too arbitrary."

Tony Rail gives me a fed up look.

Havane was one of the magicians of The Whistling Demon, and in The Angel of Death, he carried out research that deprived man of his thought, shackled his muscles, and created a mad warrior.

His Mad Warrior unit consists of swordsmen of terrible power, vitality, and strength.

Sword moves were awkward, and he could not work out a decent measure because of his lack of intelligence, but he was nevertheless a strong man who could overwhelm the master of the sword with his power alone.

"It's inconceivable that both those Berserkers have intelligence such as being hostages to addition and subtraction. Speaking of which, I wonder if Lord Havane has one. Not a single enemy can live. Damn, it drives my plans crazy..."

Tony Rail holds his head and sighs deeply.

"What, it's all gone! Lord Havane's Mad Warrior Squad has been exterminated by a unit of the Kingdom Soldiers!

"Hey, what?!? Impossible! Wasn't there a dozen enemies!?

"Yes! But I came in with a terrible momentum... the Berserker Squad, in no time...! We're already inside Tethomburg!