Former General Is Undead Knight

"… information, thank you"

Having decided that it was unlikely that there would be any more beneficial stories about Demonic Silver (Mithril), Lambert decided to separate the stories once he had expressed his gratitude.

Troinia was blatantly wary of Lambert, turning his slightly murderous, leaky eyes to him.

If you talk too long, there is a good chance that a cross spear will come in from Troinia and you won't hear what's important and you will be punished.

"No, I hope it helped. Most of all... I've just spoken of my mischief and the shame of the house."

"... If that's what you think, I'd like you to put a little more effort into counteracting it."

"Ha ha..."

Count Percilis giggles casually.

"Why do you care about the flow of magic silver? Is that what you wanted to confirm until you met the Count in person?

Troinia asks Lambert without concealing hostility.

"You don't have to hide it. I'm an individual and I'm following the whistling demon trend. I'm just wondering if they're the ones who are collecting the magic silver."

Lambert replied faintly so, turning immediately to Count Perciris.

"I would also like to ask about Dark Street Dredda. Rumor has it that there is a Dark City leader who will be the 'Witch Without a Neck'..."

"Ha, no way. I've heard it before, but it's very unlikely. I guess the rumor just had a tail on it. Dark streets, that's not what they are. There are a number of factions inside that can not be gathered together, it has been investigated a long time ago. You can't sweep away malice without wrapping it up."

"... really, is that what you think? Earlier...... I heard the Count's parents and two brothers were assassinated, but isn't that due to an assassin in the Dark City? Just to ask, though the Dark City is not just a gathering of Gorotsky, it must not seem to me that there are clear leaders who are effectively plotting to keep the Dark City alive."

"What do you say? If you're a Dark City dweller, everyone will rebel against the move to crush that city... so isn't the basis for what's wrapped up inside thin? Surely none of the killers were caught and it was a handy case..."

Count Percilis blushes his shoulders and mouths deceitfully as he searches for excuses.

Count Perciris seemed horrified to think that Dark Street Dredda was one unified organization.

Perhaps unconscious, it biases thoughts and forcefully takes its potential out of consideration.

"... Lambert, Atashi, I know. Where Witches May Be"

Charles, who had grown up in front of Troinia, had pinched his mouth there.

"I overheard it when I was heading to Dark City before. Gather the swordsmen for the witch arena. I found out afterwards that I was listening, and they chased me awesome..."

"Witch's, Arena......? Well, let's just remember."

Charles was also asking about 'The Neckless Witch' when he was involved with his chimping opponent at the market.

I guess she believes in the reality of The Witch Without a Neck.

Lambert had also heard from the private soldiers that Charles was single and headed to Dark City, but it was completely unclear what her unusual behavior was derived from.

"Let's get it over with. The Count should have been fully attached to your question. The Count is busy with his duties. Let's keep it around here."

Troinia raised her voice in anticipation of the interruption of the story.

"Wow, I'm nothing like that... A little more, I could talk to him..."

Troinia glanced at Count Percilis with frustrated eyes.

Count Percilis was barometric in sight and half-step retreated.

"Ready? We'll take care of the land. A nobleman for that. I have nothing more to tell you."

It fleshed to Lambert as Troinia touched the sheath of the sword.

Obviously, he was coming to hang the threat.

"And, Master... well, you don't have to strip me of hostility..."

Charles whispered to Troinia.

"... right, let's just say we keep it that far. Regardless, I'm not here to fight either. Valuable story, thank you"

Lambert lowered his head slightly and turned his back on them after looking around at the faces of the Counts of Perciris.

Much has been gained from this contact with the Earl of Percilis.

I was also able to answer a few questions about this Earl of Percilis territory, and I was finally seeing the whole territory and the Dark City.

Besides, Troinia and I remained sinister, but it is significant that we were able to connect with the Lords.

"Are you leaving already? Hey, hey, are you in this city for a while?

Charles asks Lambert lonely.

Lambert stops and gives her a small endorsement before turning to Count Perciris.

I remembered another thing I wanted to ask you.

"... Count Percilis, why didn't you get married? I hear you're talking to relatives... but still, aren't you irresponsible? If you do anything extra, it can be a spark of new commotion."

Count Percillis trembles his body frighteningly, grinning bitterly at his hair.

"All my family... I lost them. I know it's selfish and irresponsible. Still, I didn't want to involve my own children in the lords of this land..."

Count Percilis shook his voice and said so in loneliness.

No matter how bad, Count Percilis was a person unfit for nobility.

It seemed to be in those circumstances that I adopted a son that I would never be able to inherit.

Then Lambert walked alone and left the walls of Count Perciris.

And so a new question arose.

Count Percilis' family name is Pawman, but Lambert had never heard of it.

There should have been no such nobility at least two hundred years ago.

There must have been no such thing as Pauman among the soldiers of the Kingdom of Legions who contributed greatly in the War of the Eight Kingdoms.

Baron, it was a slightly hooking fact that the Viscount would not have had to know and that he was completely anonymous two hundred years ago while in the Count.

(Where the house comes from, should I have asked)

When Lambert thought that, he heard a voice calling him.

"Hey! Rambaloo!

If I looked him in the eye, Charles would have come running from afar.

It hasn't been that long since.

He left the hall again and came after Lambert.

"Mm, mmm..."

Lambert held his helmet by his hand.