Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert entered the arena as a fighter.

That should be called the Dark City, because the fighter himself is only seen as a disposable pawn over the operational side, or without a loco explanation of the arena, there was no downward examination of Lambert or anything.

Speaking of just wanting to be a fighter, he was allowed inside, into a jail-like holding cell separated from the aisle by a thick iron lattice.

They basically weren't allowed to go outside, and it was a mechanism by which meals were brought in twice a day.

Few people like to come here as fighters, and I guess they try to escape more often.

They asked me if I could go outside once the game was over, but in view of the prior frigid rumors, that was suspicious too.

I'm in, but at the end of the day, except for the game, I'm incarcerated, and I'm also likely to be forced to kill each other until I die.

Perhaps it was more like a prison than a prison.

Originally, it was a story of a swordsman buying more resentment than a large organization and not being able to walk properly even in a dark city being the last place to reach.

There is no real prison in Dark City.

But a heckle-treading human being is sent to the arena to be deprived of his liberty, and comes to an end as an instant pawn for a successful man.

Half a day after entering the arena, a skinny, thin man came into the room in a black courtesy garment.

Four soldiers with swords on him, either to escort him or to escort him.

The man smiles thinly and confirms seriously what Lambert looks like from head to toe.

It was characteristic of the neighborhood's cloudy eyes.

"Do you mean you, the odd man who came here himself? Let's welcome you, Lambert. Welcome to my paradise. A wretch who calls himself the unjust sword king."

"... you are the ruler here, Maggot"

"Whatever. This is how I look at the fighters and gauge their quality beforehand. If you fail, you may be slaughtered and killed on this occasion. Huff, isn't that splendid armor, Lambert?"

Maggot slaps his hand.

Of the four swordsmen, one came forward.

"Play lightly. If you think it's a miscellaneous fish, you can kill it as it is. We don't have enough people, but the audience's eyes are fat. I don't want to put on a boring show. The outside world doesn't have to know, they're used to seeing death."

Lambert quickly pulled out the great sword and flashed.

The swordsman's sword, hung with a machete, is broken and his upper body dances through the universe.

The area was stained with blood.

The three swordsmen were rigid on the spot without knowing what had happened.

Maggot had also opened his mouth with a grudge, but he touched his own beard with a restless bare gesture.

"... if you think it's a miscellaneous fish, you can kill it as it is, I didn't tell you, Lambert"

"Was I?"

Lambert quietly re-bears the Great Sword.

"What have you done for me!

Three swordsmen set up their swords with their faces bright blue.

"Wait."

Maggot raised his hand and took control of them.

"There's nothing you can do about it, just stop it.... even I think he might just hang around a little bit"

"Ma, even Master Maggot, is it?

The remaining swordsmen are amazed.

"Besides... let's welcome you to forgiveness. I don't hate the strong. The audience wants a quality show." The Black Ghost Swordsmen "Long since Bartolt became king here. Stars are fine, but the audience wants to go crazy about it. He might be able to do it. I hope so, Lambert. Let's get along."

Maggot glances at his men's bodies with a thin laugh.

"... I need to ask you something. Didn't your silver-haired daughter come here? She's a misdressed daughter in this city. First name, Charles."

Charles seemed to have some information about the arena.

He seemed convinced that there was a connection to the ruler of the Dark City, The Witch Without a Neck.

It is highly likely that she was taking a trip here and embarking on an investigation.

Like Lambert, it's not strange to be in there as a fighter.

To Lambert's words, Maggot puts his hand on his jaw.

"Hmmm... why did so many good pawns think of coming here, but no way, did they come looking for that girl?

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Lambert shut up.

Maggot knows Charles.

After all, he was here.

But it could be awkward to reveal Lambert's position poorly.

I had to ask this opportunity because the information was spared, but giving Maggot information could have worked against me.

"Huhuhuhuhuhu... you should be relieved. Nothing. If you knew that girl, you wouldn't let me do anything about it. Lambert, if you work the way I want you to, you might get a chance to meet her."

"What do you mean?

Maggot clasped his shoulders deliberately.

"That'll be fun later. Good luck with that. I expect you to be brave."

Maggot flipped his body when he said that much.

"Come on, shall we go back? I'm starting to look forward to the next show. Maybe a tournament would be a good idea to use him glamorously."

Three men follow after Maggot.

Along the way, his men turned a blind eye to their compatriots slashed by Lambert, after which Lambert and I met each other and hurriedly walked away as they fled the holding room.

Lambert glimpses away Maggot's back.

I also had the option of slaughtering and killing here.

But Maggot wouldn't be a 'neckless witch'.

Too little information now. We have yet to get conclusive information about the witch, about this arena, or about Charles.

We decided we shouldn't move here.