Former General Is Undead Knight

"Well done. You knew aging magic. Though the kingdoms thought it was just a bunch of monkeys who were dumb, hard to save, didn't try to know the past, scorned witchcraft that came in support of the history of the world, regulated witchcraft, burned books and discriminated against the wise, you guys seem somewhat better"

A strange woman takes her hand away from the golden apple and the golden apple in her left and right hand.

The two objects remain in space.

She stared at Kreutz with the right eye of a young woman and the left eye of an ugly old woman, clapping with her empty hands.

I don't see any emotional changes at all from the expression itself.

"You're late, my name is Tourenigou Reinoaro. My family, Reynoaro, is now the only name I can name. We in Reynoaro once feared that the great wisdom of our ancestors would be compromised from the world, providing protection against witchcraft that would be lost for more than two hundred years. That is a sign of humanity's proximity to God, and it can be used at any given time to protect the world. But we didn't understand it. We were burned by stupid church magicians."

The woman who calls herself Tourenigou opens her hands to the present and speaks for a long time.

The Kreutz can't move in front of an enemy that seems to be full of gaps.

One reason is that Lambert, who stands ahead of the line, can't move.

And secondly, the so pathetic wreckage of the children behind Tourenigou was stirring up fear.

Wasn't the black light now the magic of aging?

If I'd been arraigned, I'd be like that corpse behind me, I'd be really aware of that.

"He said it was too dangerous a magic trick to even lay a mantra in the past. Oh, yeah, I am. As the man in the helmet of the Magic Silver" Mithril "said, this magic was studied in part of the Kingdom of Legions around the end of the War of Unity of the Eight Kingdoms. In the end, it never seemed to be used for war, though. I don't know if it's because of the humanitarian aspect or simply because I didn't make it."

Tourenigou says so, taking the golden apple and the bamboo that was floating in the universe.

"No, some of the savage swordsmen are quite proficient in magic. You often knew that my magic was a legacy of the War of Eight Kingdoms. Just the guy with the Devil's Silver" Mithril "helmet there, shall I miss you? I don't know if it's a substitute, but I need you to stick with my stand-up a little bit."

"Just kidding!

Kreutz pulls out Rapier and pulls back.

"... I'm sorry, but I, I don't think you're too strong to talk about it, do you? For once again, among the" Angels of Death ", following the Commander and Deputy Commander, it is the third from the top. Why am I standing here alone, for the gatekeeper? I can't help but tell you that the other magicians are burning their hands. The deputy commander says he's on guard."

Tourenigou points his fingertips at the Rambales.

Only then did Kreutz and the others learn something ominous and retreat.

But only Lambert won't move from there.

Tourenigou pinched his blink while observing the condition, "Hmm."

"In this narrow passage, no matter how many enemies attack, it's just a sample for me. Spread out and run, but from my magic, there's no escape here."

Tourenigou, lightly, pronounces death on the adversaries with a tone equivalent to that of the earlier body talk and witchcraft.

Kreutz and the others are breathtaking.

As a matter of fact, if Lambert hadn't waved the Great Sword to protect the Kreutz and the others, more than half would have died without being able to react aggressively to current sorcery.

"... The spell of aging was studied by one of the eight nations of the war of unity, the Kingdom of Berphis. It was not born of the Kingdom of Legions"

Lambert, who was keeping silence, leaks with a grunting voice.

The right eyelid of the faceless Tourenigou shook tingly.

"Hmm? For a long time, I advocate a minor theory. But that's a mistake, actually. This magic was born in a research facility in a remote part of the Kingdom of Legions. This, almost certainly. In the first place, as this magic crossed my hand..."

Tourenigou meditates his eyes and talks as he turns the golden apple in his hand.

"No. The magic of aging was being studied by Paunigs, an alchemist in the Kingdom of Berphis. Research facilities and books should have been burned and officials of Paunigs imprisoned... I don't know if there were any unsensored officials of the kingdom or anyone inside the Legious kingdom who later preached the spell after hearing it out from a prison magician, but the array was brought from outside the country"

Lambert speaks sadly.

Even though the war of unity is over and a peaceful era has come to an end, the magic that developed rapidly in the war era to easily bring people to death is still trying to erode this country from the shadows.

And there are people like "The Whistling Devil" who try to dig it up as a delight.

"... hey, funny. You never heard of that. But it's a magic trick that's hidden and too little information. There was such a background, but it is certainly possible that all the evidence was burned down. Oh, my God, I think I lost my origins at the time of the warrant. Although I don't know what the rationale for your theory is, it does make sense. Hmm, sounds like a lot worth talking about. I figured I'd leave it to you."

Tourenigou opens his eyes and brings a creepy grin to his full face.

"So first, let the others die"

"No, you're the only one who dies."

When Lambert returns it, Tourenigou's right lip grins.

The exchange became the werewolf smoke of the war.

Lambert sets up a sword and moves out.

Tourenigou talks asymmetrically creepy laughing faces.

"Unfortunately, your will doesn't matter. I was interested in you. I'll tell you what I know. Whether it's a day, a hundred or ten thousand days, have them keep talking. I know you can guess, but I'm very good at torture. You better be honest with me soon."

Tourenigou turned around and disappeared before landing.