Former General Is Undead Knight

"Whether we need it or not? It must be decided! Get rid of me! No heretical interrogation! How could this peaceful kingdom be fought with a forbidden sorcerer?

Cardinal Zebedai, questioned by Lambert, cries bright red in his face.

The black coats who came to kill Cardinal Zebedai also understood that the situation would change depending on Lambert's movements and remained stationary with his weapon at his disposal.

"When we were young, many independently moving forbidden magicians nestled in this kingdom! We got rid of them! Even with regard to the information, crusades, and punishment of the nobles who took part in the" Flute Demons, "the magicians of the Church led by our colleagues have achieved more than the incompetence of the kingdom soldiers!

Cardinal Zebedai went on to yell.

Lambert doesn't move.

Cardinal Zebedai's red face began to turn blue.

"In the first place, all you have to do is help my brother and then identify him! Wouldn't it? Do you have time to say such a long thing now! If there's anything you don't care about, we'll listen to your word for future policy! Isn't that great!

"Regardless, I was only going to identify you later. But ironically, the moment I found you, the answer came first."

That's what Lambert said, shaking his helmet slowly to the left and right.

"I was worried too. I wonder if the heretical Inquisition, even if it is against the laws of the Kingdom, is not the organization necessary to counter the 'whistling demons' and others like them."

Lambert also knows that there are things that don't just pass by every beauty.

That's why he was running to help the black rumored heretical inquisition.

"But... I figured it out clearly. Your outrageous actions only drive the people against their will and create new enemies. And you don't have the power to contain it."

Lambert told her that in loneliness.

"Heh... heh, what?

Cardinal Zebedai shivers his voice and stares at Lambert.

In him, there was no anger and no fear.

"Let's say we outrun this place and succeed in the 'whistle blowing demon' crusade. Then you'll be a new spark."

Lambert has respected righteousness even in the midst of the fierce War of the Eight Kingdoms.

Those who do vile deeds, even those in their own country, have come to slay them.

That was also a large aspect due to his sexual roots, but it was also the life of the master Aurelia.

In the War of the Unification of the Eight Nations, it was necessary to govern the people of the other country that perished.

If you are buying a great deal of resentment in doing so, the people will not obey the Kingdom of Legions, even if they are prepared to die.

Even the invasion required pre-construction and beauty.

"Don't be ridiculous! How could I say that to you!

"Isn't it obvious when you look at this place? Don't you realize that too? They are not magicians of the 'whistling devil'"

Cardinal Zebedai runs his bloody eyes to the people in his surrounding black coat.

Yes, Cardinal Zebedai had also noticed.

There were also Simon's words.

Though they have some enhancement, they are immature as warriors and never seem to be the pure power of the 'whistling demon'.

Besides, some of them were also seen as Heinz.

"Chi, no! They're being manipulated! Some of the Whistler Demons are good at brainwashing!

"Brainwashing? Is there such a convenient sorcery as altering the will while leaving it behind?"

Lambert smiles at the words of Cardinal Zebedai.

"If we match the corpses and scattered signs we've seen so far, we're already well over a hundred. Assuming there was magic that could easily bend such a large number of people's will, they would have ruled the Warmirian continent without appealing to the martial arts."

"But now...!

"I know something similar. of the Euterbe tribe, it would be manipulative music. Their tones can shake the feelings of those who listen. With one sound of the harp, it drives those who hear freely to joy, to sorrow. thereby creating a state of excessive excitement. It will even be possible to transform a mortal soldier into a madman ready to die."

"Oh, isn't there! Then you must have used it!

"Music is music. If I knew it first, I wouldn't be confused by my emotional swings"

Indeed, in history, when the kingdom of Auns was defeated by war, the Euterbe were to have been executed without one, as a group of magicians who nested in the royal family and tilted the country by brainwashing.

But Lambert knew it was a mistake, too.

Heavy towns in the kingdom of Auns escaped responsibility and rubbed their sins against the Euterbe.

Their secret art was never such a convenience.

"Perhaps it was the technique of the 'whistling demons' that made me aware of my grief and anger. But it was they who accepted it."

Lambert turns his helmet to the surrounding black jacket.

They don't respond to anything. But the sad side peeking from his jacket affirmed Lambert's words to rap.

They accepted the Euterbe music of their own volition in order to consolidate their own readiness and gain the strength to confront the Church.

"Zebedai, you have been cut off from the people to protect."

"Even so, sacrifice is an accessory! Other than my own, who could have done it! We have something to do! My people are a necessity for the kingdom! We can kill them the most efficiently! I will kill ten thousand enemies, even if I give birth to a thousand! Like you, what do you know! You're gonna be a god, too!

"No... you are not needed in this country"

"Become..."

"... you are not moving by righteousness. It's just driven by resentment. Whatever happens to this country, don't you have any interest in it? Even if it's not something big, like God, if you look at what they say and do, you'll see."

Cardinal Zebedai pales his face and moves when he puffs his mouth.

Cardinal Zebedai thought so, even if he moved in his own resentment, that it was justice in itself, because it was to condemn the forbidden sorcerer, who is evil.

In fact, there was definitely such an idea at the bottom of my mind, even though I wasn't so conclusive in words.

But when Lambert clearly poked at the fact, he didn't have the words to give it back.

"Wow, we are... we are..."

Cardinal Zebedai collapsed and poked his knee on the spot.

Cardinal Zebedai viciously transformed his face and slapped him on the ground with his fist.

"We, we can't die here yet! Prohibited sorcerers must be eradicated! You just have to suffer through it thoroughly and kill it so that no follow-up appears! Sacrifice, sin, what do you know! Their damage is far greater! All you have to do is meditate on your eyes, block your ears, and keep enjoying yourselves! If we don't, we can't destroy them! Who can do that? We're the only ones here! You mean wrong! My people!"

With Cardinal Zebedai, I already knew my words didn't make sense.

Even if we let the heretical Inquisition continue without reluctance to sacrifice, the people will never support them.

That can also cause the country to collapse.

And the eradication of the banned sorcerers listed by Cardinal Zebedai is also a wish that cannot possibly be fulfilled.

Because the heretical Inquisition itself is in the process of studying the ban on witchcraft to counter the ban on witchcraft.

There is no way that peace can continue to be maintained in such an undressed system, such as severe repression and the fact that we are the only surveillance players.

"... a little while while I was looking into Heinstier, I heard rumors. When I was younger, my wife and daughter were murdered by forbidden magicians in retaliation for the church."

Lambert reborn the Great Sword.

On this occasion it was no longer a sign of intention to wave the sword.

"Don't involve the kingdom in your revenge. At a time when the origin was personal sentiment, the people couldn't have followed. You've been going the wrong way ever since."

Lambert turned his back on them and walked out.

I just distanced myself a little and look back small.

Between the black coats, I saw Cardinal Zebedai laying on the floor bloody.

The monks, who were his escorts, are also lying on the floor.

It was the moment when the heretical Inquisition was completely crushed.

The referee was quietly down, without Lambert having to get his hands on it.

There is no joy in how the black coats look.

Hearing his last interaction with Lambert, Cardinal Zebedai, who believed in great evil, was also reminded that what he was saying was only one of the chains of misfortune.

They are sinners who joined the 'whistle blowing demons' and set their blades on the church.

But Lambert didn't want to kill them.

I turned my back again, walked down the aisle, and then I looked back no more.