Former General Is Undead Knight

"Hey! Lambert, you're looking into the Dark City too, aren't you? Atashi, I've been there, and I've been looking into it, so I know more about it! If you're going, you shouldn't even take Atashi!

Charles tells Lambert to strain his chest.

Lambert had solidified while holding down his helmet, but slowly lowered his arm.

"Why go so far, stick to the dark city. He was lucky to be safe once, but maybe not next time, huh? No, I'm sure you'll be fine. It's not a place for noble daughters to go out on fire."

"That's settled! To crush the Dark City and preserve the peace of this land! The quickest way to do this is to bust a witch in the head. Because Atashi is the daughter of a lord! Let me try this!

"Is Count Percilis' private soldier continuing his investigation? Just so we're clear, there's nothing you can do."

"... Dad, it's like I've already given up on Dark City. If you irritate me weirdly, I'm afraid of later, so to speak. The stories Atashi grabbed with his life on the line, he just gets angry and confused, and he doesn't believe me at all..."

"I think it would be reasonable to treat it like it's always been today."

Charles distorts his mouth and shuts up.

"Why stick to the Dark City so much? Is there a reason?

At first, Lambert simply thought that Charles was something he was remembering with the guidance of swordsmanship.

But to see her obsessive gesture, that alone could not explain much.

Charles kept his face shut for a while, but eventually opened his mouth.

"... a friend of mine is supposed to be in Dark City. She ran out of money out of the orphanage... and said she might be able to do it there. I've been interacting with you by letter for a while... lately, I haven't heard back at all. I went looking for her, but I couldn't find her... and instead, I heard rumors that" The Witch Without a Neck "was crowding her."

"Orphanage...... I see, is that so"

I have already heard from private soldiers that Charles was from an orphanage, not the real son of Count Percilis.

I could imagine that it was probably childhood taming since then.

Charles would have initially relied on Count Percilis, too, but at that rate, I very much didn't think he had conducted a very solid investigation.

Charles, who cut the paralysis, must have moved alone.

With that in mind, I can still understand her thoughtless actions as well.

"Hey! I'm being honest with you, take Atashi too!

"You're nothing but a stepping stone. There's no way I can take you."

It was clear that there was no room for thought.

It's a thankful story to have metrics to explore the Dark City, but the downside is too much more than that.

As Lambert's mood in the first place, there could not be a policy of accompanying women and children to the battlefield.

"Oh, no..."

Charles drops his shoulder and tells him to be discouraged.

"But give me the name of that acquaintance. I'll look for it. Most of all... don't expect much. If you've been missing in a dark city for days, your eyes are thinner when you're safe."

"Carmela...... She had gray hair, short hair, long eyelashes."

"Okay, I'll remember. You go back to the hall. I'll kill all those who are pulling threads behind Dark Street Dredda. I'm sure there's a head behind them too."

That being said, Charles was just anxiously staring at Lambert.

"If you follow me, it doesn't change anything. Sure, your master Troinia seemed to have sword arms standing, but don't think too much of it."

"And my master, he's really very strong! I'm stronger than you! Really!"

"I guess so. But you're not a Trojan."

A light cut back Charles drips onto the rambale.

"... Atashi, because I know that's about it. But... Atashi has to do it..."

Charles leaves his gaze on the ground, clouding his words with spiciness.

After all, Charles seemed adamant about moving himself.

Normally, Charles should have a hard time convincing his father to move a private soldier, and there's no way he's going to have the option to move on his own.

Even if I leave it to Lambert, I can peek as if I weigh in on accompanying myself.

"What? You still got something to shut up about?

Charles doesn't keep his mouth shut.

At that time, behind Charles, the old private Troinia appeared.

"The Count disagrees... but it still looks like Charles should keep it closed in the basement, too?

They came after Charles, who disappeared.

"You too, armored man, were you still there? I meant to let you choose the words in front of the Count, but should I stop prying strange territory? Both we and the royal family are taking action against Dredda. A wandering swordsman is nothing more than an insult to the Count, such as a knight. If you're going to scratch me for no reason, I'll let you have a little rough hands, too."

Troinia says as she plays the sheath of the sword on her hips with her fingers.

Charles can be wolfed by his swordswallowing atmosphere.

"I thought you were aware that the Count's way was too warm."

Troinia opened her eyes and pulled out her sword at the words of Lambert, which could also be taken as a provocation.

"Master...? Mr. Troinia, stop!

Charles screams, but Troinia doesn't stop.

Troinia kicks the ground, runs through the sides of the lambale, takes the back, and waves a hand with a sword.

Lambert struck it out horizontally with a cage hand.

A blow of the magic gold (organ) mass easily smashed the blade and bounced off the skinny old man.

Troinia was slammed to the ground and soil smoke rose.

Troinia was crouching on the ground, staring at Lambert with an eye for something incredible.

Troinia had barely taken the passive, but if Lambert had been in a quick pursuit, he could not have been avoided.

Wins and losses are obvious.

"Ugh, lying... my master is like this, light..."

Charles alternates between Troinia and Lambert, whining small.

Troinia, too, was stunningly solidified in a bent position.

"I guess I meant to be a mild threat...... sorry, but I'll let it go the way I want to"

Lambert lowered his arm, which remained standing, and turned his back on both of them.