Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert glanced at the head of Count Perciris, who fell to the floor, carrying a great sword.

There is no use for this land any more.

I feel sorry for the magic silver, but I can't let it tie me to this land and keep me from moving.

"The Whistling Devil" was supposed to be the corner of the battle, losing Doma's army of undead.

The number of eight sages, executives, also continues to decrease, and if the names of the eight sages are correct, they have lost five: the 'Ugly Old Man of the Corpse' Manzie, the 'Laughing Dogmatization' Look, the 'Spinner of Truth' Charlobe, the 'Worm Kettle' and the 'Rose of the Subworld' Albania, the rest being three.

I don't even think they have room to re-compartmentalize from scratch now.

It definitely came out of the attack on the king's capital before the kingdom's side was alert.

In this situation, I can't continue my search for Magic Silver (Mithril), which I don't even know if I'll make it.

Besides, over time, Lambert's stigma spreads across the country.

Just like two hundred years ago, is.

It couldn't be difficult to move in the Wang capital.

"... well done. That's what you did, puppeteer. You win this battle."

Count Perciris drove Lambert out of his own territory by death, defending the Silver Devil (Mithril).

The battle against Count Percilis was his defeat, more than Lambert's purpose had originally been to search for the whereabouts of Demonic Silver (Mithril).

"But I will surely crush your Lord's thoughts."

Saying, Lambert was remembering the lonely face, which Count Percilis showed at the end.

He could only live as a descendant of a puppet master.

Since Lambert found out who Count Percillis was, he thought that a person's favorite outer surface was just a mask.

But I'm sure that wasn't all.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have tried to be the last descendant of a puppet master.

"... people like you don't produce anymore. I will end the War of Eight Kingdoms."

From the lower level, something like an explosion sounded up.

From below the big stairs, the flames were starting to rise.

It seemed that Count Percilis' men, at his direction, set fire to the hall.

Flames of this magnitude, not an issue for Lambert.

It was until we pushed forcefully.

Perhaps Count Percilis' aim would be to erase his traces by incinerating the hall and not produce evidence that he was a puppet master himself.

At the same time, we can wear the stigma of burning down the Count's mansion in Lambert.

That makes it even stronger and easier for fear to propagate among people than simply killing Count Percilis.

Lambert walked down a large burning staircase and stepped down to one level.

At that time, a small shadow was slashed from the blind spot.

Lambert took it easily in his caged hands and bounced back.

The opponent, who had been slashed, nearly sat back against the burning wall, but immediately stood up and pointed the blade at Lambert.

The little swordsman painted on charcoal was Charles.

I'm crying my eyes out and staring at Lambert.

I can't help it.

In the story of Count Percillis, Charles thought Count Percillis had been threatened by Doma.

He was searching for Doma, the ruler of Dark City Dredda for his father.

If you think it has finally paid off, your father, Count Percilis, and his master, Troinia, were dead, and the hall was burning down.

"Why... why, you killed my dad! What are you doing?

Charles cries out.

"Count Percilis..."

Count Pursilis was the descendant of a former legendary plotter and puppet master.

He had stripped his fangs to the Kingdom of Legions to hide Dark City Dredda, collaborated with the dying magician Doma, who tormented the people, and adopted Charles to use him as a sacrifice.

I couldn't tell you that very much.

"... Count Percilis is already in use. Just like Doma in The Witch Without a Neck."

Charles stares at Lambert with a blurred face.

He weakened his grip and nearly dropped the sword he had in his hand.

But soon he gripped it back hard and slashed it to Lambert again.

Lambert took it by the caged hand and now shook his arm wide and thrust her behind his back.

Charles' body dances through the universe and falls into the wreckage of a burnt collapse.

"Dear Charles! You shouldn't! Quick, we have to leave here......!

A private soldier rushing up holds Charles' body.

Lambert saw a man in sight.

He was the man who gave the sword to Count Percilis.

Some of the private soldiers are given to the general population and to Count Percilis as part of the 'whistling demon' after learning the circumstances.

The man was definitely the latter.

Lambert put his hand on the pattern of the Great Sword, but pulled right off.

I turned my back on them and ran out.

"Wait, Lambert! Rambaloo! Why... what are you doing!

Charles' crying grew farther and farther.

Lambert can defeat the private soldiers who follow him.

Horse hissing sounds more than out of a person's dwelling.

If Lambert turned, a large black horse with no head was waiting for the Lord.

It is a nightmare.

The private soldiers who came after Lambert were overwhelmed by their beauty and couldn't get close.

Lambert crossed into Nightmare in the meantime, kicking them behind the Earl of Perciris.

Which way, I could not clear the Lambert stigma already in Count Perciris territory, etc.

Information about Count Percilis has been lost with the fire.

The fact that he was a 'whistling demon' person never brightens up any more.

There's no reason to let Charles carry that burden.

"... stigmatizing is something I'm used to."

Lambert was the back of Nightmare, lonely and so nil.

It was the king's capital that was going next.

Perhaps that's where we'll make our last settlement with the 'whistling demon'.

And...... so again, you will see Griff face to face in the Holy City of Heinstier and again.

Lambert was so sure.