Former General Is Undead Knight

"Show him your sword moves to the Ghost General, Troinia!

Troinia comes to Lambert with a sword.

Lambert takes it at the angle of the blade of the Great Sword and jumps up to the universe with each of his bodies.

Lambert continued, waving the pursuit of the Great Sword in the wake of Trojania, who was in an immobile universe.

An inevitable blow, but Troinia cleverly lifts her legs and kicks her ceiling, bouncing herself off to the floor and escaping the blade.

And at the same time, he was turning behind Lambert.

Lambert retreats back as he looks back, avoiding the Trojanian spikes released from the blind spot.

Lambert tried to slap down the defenselessly stretched Trojanian arm with a big sword.

Troinia, however, side-flopped his body and escaped from the blade on the verge, kicking him straight to the floor and jumping behind him to get more distance than Lambert.

"You mean when we met before, we were deliberately pressured unilaterally to show it? He'll do it. It's the first time I've been out of my hands at a sword meeting."

Troinia flies sideways and gently crosses the steps, while holding Lambert down with a sword.

"It's a big sword arm. You know, in this peaceful world, you've always kept all that skill without rusting it."

To Lambert's words, Troinia remained silent.

Percilis opens his mouth watching the battle from above.

"Troinia is a family of swordsmen who have served since the days when our ancestors were in the Kingdom of Lauraul. For two hundred years, I have been passing on my sword in a single child only for this day to come. Troinia, you and I may have been born to send that cursed hero back to the Underworld."

Lambert is slashed into Troinia.

Troinia moves freely around the steps of the grand staircase, avoiding the Great Sword as it moves around the perimeter of the Rambale.

Lambert pokes a loud swinging gap, quickly packs the intermission and releases the spike again.

As Lambert lowered and shouted, he played the Trojanian blade and tried to make his gap.

Troinia avoids it by turning to arc with a blade and gently jumps behind her as she crosses the steps.

At first glance, the slashing seemed to be dominated by Troinia.

But the face of Troinia, which held Lambert with its sword, was bluer than fear and agony, and the sweat was erupting fine.

Even though it was a battle that took less than a few seconds in time, Troinia was already full of creativity.

Troinia excelled in swordsmanship, which is why she understood the difference in character from Lambert.

In my current stand-up, my blade would never reach Lambert, without the art of letting it reach me, I had been clearly poked at.

Troinia had excellent readings as a swordsman.

The more meetings overlap, the clearer it becomes to see how the other person responds.

But now, that excellent reading had kept him from moving.

In his eyes, he could see himself slashed from wherever he came from, instantly slashed to death by Rambal.

At first, Troinia also managed to find a position where the Lambert blade wouldn't chase him and slash him in.

But they weren't feeling the kind of response that was going to arrive either.

Besides, the more the slashes overlap, the sharper the Rambale moves.

That meant Lambert was beginning to see through the Troinian movement.

Even the reading as a swordsman, which was Troinia's greatest weapon, was overwhelmingly higher on Lambert.

Troinia knew from the beginning that Lambert was better at the skill, speed and strength of the sword than he was himself.

On top of that, if even the reading, which was my greatest strength, is inferior, I will never rival Lambert on my own, no matter how many times I try.

"It's brilliant. Had that been the case, he would have been able to serve as a general during the War of Unity of the Eight Kingdoms. Unless it's me."

Lambert pulled the sword slightly and changed its structure.

A large grain of sweat drips down Troinia's forehead.

He felt Lambert switch to attack.

"... I'm sorry, my lord"

Troinia shrugged so low in posture, slashing him from the front into a straight line to Lambert.

At the earliest possible time, the craftsmanship was a choice that was judged meaningless.

Troinia flew twisting her entire body, releasing the fastest spike move.

It was a sword of abandonment to kill the superior, not thinking about any posture after the move.

A blade tip released at supervelocity approaches Lambert's chest.

Lambert waved the Great Sword at a rate beyond that, welcoming Troinia.

The blade of the sword that was in Troinia's hands broke and his body split up and down.

The lower torso of Troinia rolls down the steps of the large stairs, dripping blood.

The upper body pressed the pattern of the shattered sword of the blade against Lambert's armor, sloppily falling into the steps of the large staircase.

Percilis meditated his eyes on the large staircase, clapping his hands and sending a simple applause.

"It was a brilliant fight, Troinia."

Then he opens his eyes and reaches for a private soldier standing next to him.

"Give me your sword. Then you run off the other stairs."

"But don't put Count Percilis..."

"You guys still have things to do. I don't think he's free enough to be hunting a soldier."

"I am sorry, Count Percilis..."

A crack in a private soldier hands the sword to Count Perciris.

When Count Perciris received the sword, the two private soldiers fled to another.

Count Perciris drew out his sword, and after having taken a serious look at his body, he breathed heavily.

"What are you...!

Earl Perciris stabbed his blade into his chest before Lambert went up the big stairs.

Count Percilis spat blood and defiled his own luxurious clothes, curled with his blade stabbed, and had the nerve to fall to the wall.

Drop your eyes on dirty clothes with your own blood and narrow your eyes satisfactorily.

Then I slowly looked up at Lambert.