Former General Is Undead Knight

After his settlement with Doma, Lambert ran down the aisle with Charles, first returning to the arena stage.

Gathered together those who had been brought as fighters and those who had been forcibly brought as spectators by Doma to lead them out of the crumbling underground arena.

Because the entire underground arena was collapsing, or because a large amount of undead seemed to have been in the cage was overflowing the aisle, Lambert forcefully slashed and lay down with a sword and thrust.

After escaping safely to the ground, he stood at the entrance, stopping the undead from going outside alone for several hours.

Before the undead ran out, the entire underground arena was finally to sink into the dirt.

By then, the heavy towns of Dark City that escaped together had finally escaped from Lambert.

In addition to those brought together as escaped fighters, the surroundings were overflowing with dark city wild horses gathered for something.

"I thought I really couldn't do it anymore... I thought I'd died about ten times..."

Lambert and Charles, who followed a crumbling underground arena, had already left the crowd and taken a break at the edge of the boulevard.

Charles sat on a crate that seemed to have been thrown away in a quiet manner, with his mouth on the water inlet.

"You...... who are you really?

To Charles' inquiry, Lambert remained silent.

Lambert smiled as if he had broken up and relieved himself after inflating his cheeks slightly to such Lambert's unfathomable appearance.

"... Now, here too, for a moment, I wonder if it will be peaceful. Huff, I would've worried my dad a lot, so it's time to go home. Just this time, I might not be able to get out for long."

Charles tells me deliberately and I'm sick of it.

"Hey, Lambert, come to us! He said it was on the way... kinda good, right? You saved my ass, so I can thank you so much for teasing me! Grandpa Take it for you! So, give Atashi a little archery! I won't be able to go outside, so I'm sure I'll be free for a while. Master, you look really upset."

Charles laughs.

Charles' Sword Master is an old swordsman Troinia serving Count Percilis.

I have shown hostility to Lambert and have even been to the point where I can cross my sword once.

If Charles ever taught Lambert a sword, it was easy to imagine not looking good.

"... I have a way to go. I'm not going to that city anymore. You can go home alone."

"Yeah... but I'd also like to thank you again... even my dad would love to see Lambert again..."

"I have a rush to run"

Lambert returned so with a chilling voice color.

"Oh yeah... Hey, really, can't you?

Charles looks up at Lambert with a steady upward look.

But Lambert was only silent.

"... So you're going to say goodbye here. Really...... thank you, Lambert. Anytime, decades from now, I'm sure you'll come back and visit my dad's mansion.... by then, though it may have become Atashi's mansion"

Charles laughs like a prank.

Lambert returned nothing to the word either.

Charles anxiously frowned at Lambert's condition, but soon returned to smiling again.

"See you later, Lambert. Atashi... I'm sure I'll see Lambert again sometime, because I'm looking forward to it!

Charles rose from the crate and gently paid off the dust and dust of his trousers.

"... it's Charles"

Lambert finally uttered words there.

"Of the Counts...... do you know what is going on with my grandfather's side relatives, the brothers of my previous lords?

"Uh-huh... Grandpa... when Atashi was adopted, he was already dead. Besides... Lambert seems angry... Dad, because I don't really like to talk about my duties as a lord or my house..."

Charles laughs deceptively, then puts his hand on his forehead.

"But... I've heard that if my dad dies, I might exceptionally go to my grandmother's bloodstream house. Maybe... Grandpa, you didn't have a man brother...?

"My grandfather, too."

Lambert squeaks.

"Hey, Lambert. What's wrong with that?

"............... nothing, just go"

"Ugh, yeah. Okay. Really...... thank you, Lambert"

Charles bowed his head to Lambert and went away from the spot.

It is inherently an anomaly that there is only one male brother in the aristocracy.

Count Perciris is not alone, but was not alone for a long time, it was a story about the consequences of successive accidental deaths.

Lambert thought that Doma had assassinated him to dominate the territory and accompanied the lord with an easy-to-handle figure.

But when it lasted two generations, there was something caught inside the lambale.

Regardless, Doma was semi-aged with that strange body.

It is not strange that we have ruled this land since the days of our former lords, so perhaps we have simply taken the same measures.

But Lambert was thinking of another possibility.

And this was like that combination of answers.

In this case, there were a few things to be hooked on.

In the end, there were no massive amounts of magic silver (misrills) that were supposed to have been bought around Count Percilis' territory from Doma's underground martial arts and research facility.

There were also several disturbing points about Charles' trends.

He seemed to possess swordsmanship to the point of gently moving Gorotsuki around, but a swordsman to her degree is not uncommon.

It was odd that she had all that information about Dark City Dredda and The Witch Without a Neck.

In fact, the informants in the land were also creepy about that point in Charles.

Charles said the purpose was the rescue of his former best friend, but from the way he was still behaving, her death seemed already ready.

It's hard to imagine how much ironless Charles was heading over to Dark City Dredda for the dead to investigate again and again.

Originally, Lambert intended to take off the underground arena and then pursue Charles himself.

He also intended to approach Count Percilis on the footing of having helped Charles and to carry out a slightly more stepped study of the territory.

But at the earliest opportunity, it was no longer necessary to do so.

From the state of Charles and Doma and Doma's research facilities, the answers to those questions had already come out in Lambert.

"... sorry, Charles"

Lambert was alone at the edge of the boulevard, squealing so.