Former General Is Undead Knight

"Hey, you're very strong, armored husband... No way, my brother, who was feared to be the 'Dudonnay of the Poison Sword', was as light as a kid..."

Erik laughs at Lambert.

"So... husband, you need something from me, right? If there's anything I can do, can I ask you?

Erik was a terribly rationalist.

He seemed to have no idea that Lambert had helped himself in good faith.

"... you don't think I just helped out of a sense of justice?

"Hehe... Sir, what are you talking about? I don't know, can it be a fashion joke somewhere? Is there something you want me to do?

It seems true and helpful to talk quickly, but as a Lambert, it was a somewhat complicated mood.

But I guess that's normal in this city.

"... the 'earthspider' to which you belong and they are connected to the 'whistling demon'?

"Huh," The Flute Demon "? Is that from that shitty sorcery organization? Hey... I don't want to talk about that..."

As soon as Erik heard the name of "The Whistling Devil," he turned his face bright blue and shook his head.

The expression clearly said, 'I really don't want to get involved with those people'.

It didn't look like Erik was lying.

I don't even think he's such a good ventriloquist.

Erik is just a third-rate little villain, common in this city.

Erik is on the lower end to see.

Even if 'earthspider' were an umbrella organization of 'whistle blowing demons', it was originally difficult to imagine that he knew.

"He said the 'ear spider' was cowing this city, is that true?

"Mm-hmm... I'm not sure what the question is meant to be... are you from outside? I thought you were provoking Mr. Dudonne because you wanted to make a rub..."

"What do you mean?

"Oh, no, there's no clear ruler here or anything like that. I think you know something about this, even the guy outside blah blah... Well, that's what happens when it comes to one of the major factions, and the executives always try to look like they're at the top of the list, but objectively from me, it's a trick. If they ask me this, they'll kill me."

What Erik was saying was certainly exactly what Lambert had already heard.

But after figuring it out, Lambert thinks there might be someone involved in "The Flute Demon" as the shady ruler.

It would have been quicker if it had been the 'earthspider', but it was a faint expectation that Erik knew that.

(… but is that all you have to do to confirm it above? If you're the head of a large organization, you know what it is)

Lambert had a little idea, but he immediately bumped into a new question for Erik.

"I'm looking for people. You know that silver-haired, misdressed daughter in this city? You must have your sword on your hips."

"Huh...? No, you don't. I'm sorry...... I don't think I would forget if I had such a prominent woman..."

"Well, then there's no more stories I can hear from you."

When Lambert says, Erik trembles on his shoulder.

"Oh, hi, hey, I, am I done? You don't say you're going to kill me, do you? Armored husband......?

"I don't do that... is that normal in this city?

"No, my husband's pressure is awesome, hehe..."

Erik scratches his head with a bitter laugh.

"There's a place I'd like you to show me, okay?

"Where? If it's a favor from my armored husband, I'll ask you anything! … but it's easier to say what I know…"

"Where's the head of the 'earthspider'? I'd like to go talk to him."

Hearing Lambert's inquiry, Erik shook up with a bright blue face.

"You should stop it, sir...... The boss of" Earthspider "is not the kind of person you can see because you want to see him. I'm a woman named Arakune... it was horrible and cruel..."

"Ho."

"You won't be interested in a lower end job like me... but in the unlikely event you get your eyes on me, you won't even be able to die. You'll be trapped in a cocoon of spells, stuck in a mummy, suffering for more than a decade to live. They say there are five of them."

"More than a decade..."

"You know, it's scary, isn't it? I don't know what you want to ask, but let's not, shall we?

During the War of the Unification of the Eight Nations, the magic of torture in its hands had been studied and exhausted.

It was a much warmer torture than it had been in Rambal's lifetime, such as more than a decade of mummification.

"Oh yeah, that's horrible. Now, show me around, Eric."

When Lambert gave it back lightly, he lost his expression from Erik's face.

"It's impotent, sir! There are many vicious magicians and swordsmen in the building of Arakune's" Earthspider "headquarters! Even the Kingdoms have killed them, they're just really bad people! There are real people in this city, like me, who only have a place here, and people who like this city in the lawless zone. The executives at HQ are definitely the latter people!

"Ho."

"There's no way those people can honestly let me through when I say I want to see Master Arakune! Sure, my husband seems to be on his arm, but he's not passive enough!

Erik gestures desperately and tries to convey to Lambert the recklessness of going to see Arakune.

Lambert nodded as he was convinced.

"Okay, I'll take your word for it and let me turn my back. So, can you show me around as soon as possible? I'm in a hurry because I have to search for someone I know."

Erik sat on the ground powerless.

"No, you can't! If that's enough to let me guide you, how much better would it have been if Mr. Dudonne had killed you! In case Lady Arakune sees you, what kind of eyes will you get......!

Lambert single-handedly raised the great sword he was carrying, gaining momentum and swinging it down.

That was the only shock running around and the ground was heavily dictated.

Erik had a flashing face, staring at the marks left by the Great Sword.

"It's better to die now than to guide you..."

"Oh, well, I don't know..."

Erik dropped disappointingly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm choosing the means, too, because I don't have a lot of respite. Show me, I won't regret it."