Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert cares not for his surrounding eyes and runs wildly through the king's capital.

Some screamed at the metal armored giants running around and left the scene.

However, it is a major problem that the "whistling demon" is already lurking in this king's capital.

Besides, assuming the Lord of that Demonic Gold "Organ" armor is the undead of Griff, there is no way that the soldiers of the modern king's capital could have fought him, no matter how much he hung.

Lambert was considered the strongest of the Four Demons, but it was in the end Griff who controlled the battle two hundred years ago.

Lambert and I'm not going to be inferior to Griff if it's pure sword skill.

But a battlefield is something that you don't always know what's going to happen, and the strength of Lambert and Griff was antagonistic to the point where victory and defeat were turned upside down with something trivial.

He needed to be buried again at Lambert's hands before he could make a big move.

I'm not a good opponent for letting local soldiers fight.

If it possessed the full power of a real griff, it was a far more powerful enemy than the eight wise men who had fought before.

Besides, Lambert himself, if he was really a griff, he thought so when he was sure he would settle for it.

Griff fought together to defend his country, his biggest comrade.

If he had been raised as an undead who fought against his country, Lambert had a stepfather to kill him again.

And Griff is also a traitor, who, at the same time as being Lambert's best friend, dropped him on a cliff to get the name of his greatest hero in the War of Eight Kingdoms Unity.

Lambert has told himself that his death was necessary not to create a breakdown in the Kingdom of Legions.

But without a strong untrained Lambert, he would never have been resurrected as an undead.

Supposing that was just what the peaceful Kingdom of Legions wanted to see was too naive an excuse.

"Griff! Where are you, Griff!

Lambert shouted.

Something happens and the people around them look at Lambert with fear and avoid it.

There was a familiar, misty-dressed woman in the narrow space of the crowd that could be swept.

He is wrapped in dirty, torn clothes and has a missing thin, dirty crown on his head.

He is scratching his own dull blonde hair with a scratchy elongated finger.

Next to it, it stood.

Like Lambert, the swordsman wrapped around the Four Demons' Magic Gold "Organ" armor.

I learn the illusion that a heart that shouldn't, beats hard.

The soul trembles at the mana that supports this decaying body.

"Two hundred years ago, it was a festival celebrating the unity of the Eight Kingdoms. You don't even know I have a knight here."

"So's, in u..."

"What would those people look like if you messed up here?

"is, a…"

The man with the Demonic Gold "Organ" armor responds emotionally, in unmeshed words.

The woman looks up at the head of the Demonic Gold "Organ" armor and gives a lucid look.

Stretch out your thin, raw white arms and touch the chest of the Magic Gold Organ armor.

"Huff, but listening to me, those people, it's getting troublesome, too. If I had a knight, that would be fine."

"Your Majesty, do as you say..."

They were having a chaotic conversation.

The woman didn't seem very decent either, but I don't feel her heart at all from the way she looks more like a glyph than that.

It even seems like it's just a doll, just throwing up a set word.

"Griff!"

Lambert screamed again.

The woman turned to Lambert as she woke up, pulling her hand that was touching the chest of the Demonic Gold "Organ" armor.

"The second one, I don't want it. Let's go, Griff."

"is, (a) … Your Majesty's, as you say…"

"Wait! Griff! It's me, it's Lambert!

To Lambert's cry, Griff stops moving.

But I showed no further reaction.

I didn't even look back at Lambert.

If Griff was untrained, Lambert thought that was not something to do with him.

But for that, the reaction is too small.

The last time I saw him face to face with Lambert in the Holy City of Heinstier, he hardly seemed to show any interest in him.

Is it true that after Lambert's death something happened to Griff's body independently of Lambert's?

In the first place, is there really a glyph behind that Demonic Gold Organ?

I didn't feel like my voice or trick was something that reminded me of a glyph somewhere, but Lambert and I couldn't be sure.

"Let's go, my knight"

Griff nods small and leaves the spot in response to the Lord's urging.

"Griff!"

Lambert screamed, but now Griff doesn't show any reaction.

Soon their appearance disappeared into the shadows of the building.

I caught up to where they were and looked around, but there was already no glyph, no strange woman.

"Hey, did anyone see a man with the same armor as me and a strange woman with a crown on her head, a poor figure?

Ask around, but I didn't get a decent answer.

It seemed like he didn't want to get involved against Lambert, who was clearly acting strangely repeatedly.

Even if I ask him blocking the way, he just returns it if he doesn't seem annoyed.

Same as last time.

The sight of this place is quite wide.

Unless Griff ran at a grand speed after that, I didn't think he'd made it through here by the time Lambert caught up.

There was no doubt that the woman used the magic of space transfer more.

Once I ran away, I guess I wanted to shake people's eyes off and then disappear because I didn't stand out for using magic.

Even in the period of the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms, few have made the magic of space transfer possible.

But "The Whistling Demon" is the sorcerer who is deliberately following the undead of the magical gold "Organ" armor that can be a great power of war.

It couldn't have been that she was just a lunatic.

Spatial metastases, when activated, create large gaps in the operator.

I can't travel long distances to that.

Mana depletion should never have been low either.

Less realistic, but the only way to defeat the man with the Demonic Gold "Organ" armor was to keep chasing them, find a gap and slash the woman first.