Former General Is Undead Knight

A large man wrapped in black armor of black demon steel (Dalwright) was walking in a dim passage.

He is one of the eight wise men, "The Blood Mist Knight," the executive of "The Whistling Devil".

In the raid of Heinstier, the Holy City, he was deprived of one arm in a slash with Lambert, and the action of Johann's death made him the underlying rubble of the consolation tower, the Tower of Sleep, which should have been.

But now his body, which he should have already pulled, and his arm, which should have been lost, were back to normal.

A few days had passed since the Battle of the Sacred Capital Heinstier was over.

"The Blood Mist Knight" was currently visiting the Dark City of Dredda, part of Count Perciris' territory near the King's Capital.

The Dark City of Dredda was a rogue city built by bandits living in nearby mountains a hundred years ago.

Sometimes the misdemeanor of the aristocratic family in possession has persisted, and over time, bandits and contraindicated magicians with no other place have gathered to become the most insecure of the cities within the Kingdom of Legions, now dubbed the Dark City.

Dark Street Dredda doesn't even have territorial guards in it to investigate.

But it is also the earliest thing we can do.

All of them went missing when part of the Royal Army went out to search for a once contraindicated sorcerer.

As a result, the Dark City has become a lawless zone where Kingdom law does not apply.

Whether a person dies or something gets stolen, that's only trivial in this city.

The inhabitants defend each other's implicit understandings in self-defence and sometimes live by breaking them.

Slightly to the depths of this city, slavery, drugs and contraindications forbidden by Kingdom law are not so rare.

There are numerous factions inside this Dark City Dredda.

It was whispered by Makoshiya that there was someone somewhere in the Dark City feared to be Doma, the most influential 'neckless witch', with a good face for all of the big factions in it.

"The Blood Mist Knight" had gone through a long passage to a place that was wide open.

There are good chairs lined up.

If you look under the audience, you can see a large metal playing field.

It was a large arena audience.

I guess the playing field was originally a different color, but the blood stained one side and now turned red and black, into a horrible color.

The tall walls separating the audience and the playing field were embedded with human bones and mummies.

Currently, no one is standing on the playing field and there is no audience.

However, there was a strange looking young girl sitting in the privileged seat in the highest position, one neckless squire standing next to each other.

The girl was dressed in a dark dress with long sleeves and her face hidden with a large piece of paper with the first pattern.

"The Blood Mist Knight" turns his eyes to the two squire.

Both are women dressed in tidy courtesy clothes and have good blood colours.

But obviously not a living person. We both could see that it was already like a selfless doll.

"... as always, that's a good hobby thing. King of the Dark City..." The Neckless Witch Doma. "

"In the Sacred Capital, you seemed scattered. Whatever the little girl of the Euterbe tribe, I can't believe she even lost the 'worm pot' that was so long ago... how bad did you hit her?

Behind the paper, Doma shakes her shoulders slightly and laughs elegantly.

"Are you all right? Wasn't The Book of Gairov, which he and Manzi's lads held, one of the important things to drop the King's Capital?

"There's no problem. They are dead... but they have contributed greatly to the destruction of the opposing forces against us. All that remains in this country are pacifist opportunists, to the aristocrats we have already spoken of. The rest will only be ready for the last time and refrain from a showdown in the King's Capital. It's been so long... too long, but finally, my king's grief will be fulfilled."

"Oh, I guess. I'm sorry, but Doma doesn't care what you do. I appreciate the investment in research, but please take the liberty of fighting for power. I've told you so many times, I don't even want to be the Eight Wise Men."

"... oh, I understand that. If even a live artificial giant (Fresh Golem) could mass produce it, I wouldn't be willing to say any more. I don't want to tell you..."

Lean your black armor helmet and look around.

"I hear you're enjoying yourself a lot, within a while. This should have been your lab. No way, I'm inviting outsiders to do spectacles. This city is home to many 'whistle-blowing demons' magicians who even hide. You know that?

"This is also part of the research. The great research results of this doma should be touched by the eyes of many. Doma, let us do what Doma wants. That's why I don't belong to you, and I don't accept orders. That's what we were talking about."

"But I've told you many times not to do anything too conspicuous. You must know better than to be based here… you are not just a position to be considerate of your collaborators."

He put in the meaning of the warning and turned his attention to his own great sword.

It was a warning that I would not hate to slaughter you on this occasion if you continued to behave on your own.

Doma received a cup over her neckless squire and drank tea.

That's how he takes a breath and then turns back to "The Bloody Mist Knight".

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu would be able to slay this doma... but then you would regret it terribly. You're using Doma's live artificial giant (Fresh Golem) as the key to the Wang Capital attack, right? If you don't want to ruin everything, you don't have to do anything extra."

…………

"Yes, you don't have to worry about Doma. I invite you as a guest because you're about Doma's friend. I don't know how you can do this doma, even if someone got mixed up... but I just want to thank you for that."