Former General Is Undead Knight

"That's enough, I can't make it if I'm asking you to."

Lambert turned his face from the guard and tried to push forcefully by scratching a crowd of visitors to the ceremony.

The people who were pushed out turned to Lambert for blame.

"Ma, wait! What are you thinking!

The guard blued his face and put his hands on the sword pattern.

It is a statement of intent to pull out the sword if necessary.

The guards were alerting him to Lambert's disturbing words and actions.

He was screaming that his surroundings were not just any good, and he was starting to distance himself from Lambert.

Lambert looks back gently, staring at the guard in the ass, and immediately turns back forward.

He pushed the audience away and resumed his steps forward.

"Make way, we have to go forward. We have business to attend to! I'm in a hurry!

That's what Lambert cried out in the voice he used to go through.

And made way for the beauty, one after the other, unto those who were in a remote place.

Lambert is the most powerful knight of the Kingdom of Legions, who two hundred years ago made his name known throughout the western part of the Warrimian continent.

His behavior and words had their weight and piercing.

If people's movements spread to some extent, those who have not perceived the situation will also be swallowed by the air of the venue, paving the way for them to match their surroundings.

A large stretch of road was represented in a place that was quickly filled with spectators.

Lambert thrusts through its center, cracked to the left and right.

The guard, who had spoken to Lambert until earlier, had peeled his eyes at the current unusual situation.

I couldn't believe what happened.

But he immediately remembered his role, pulling out his sword and rushing to Lambert.

"Take, stop! What are you gonna do! Can't you hear me telling you to stop? If you listen to me, I can't guarantee your life!

Lambert slows down his steps a little.

The guard guarded the movement and held the sword pattern in strong.

Delayed strides were clearly meant to cope from the rear to the impending guards.

But there's no stopping your legs.

The guard decided that the current suspicious swordsman intended to welcome him.

But in this position, it can be slashed from the blind spot before the opponent pulls out his sword.

I don't want to fool around without darkness in a celebratory setting.

I also had a feeling that armored men would be repeating suspicious behavior because it meant something.

But you couldn't miss an opportunity to hit the lead and get slashed more than your opponent wanted to fight.

The guard kicked the ground and packed the distance to Lambert at once.

"Don't feel bad!

I was going to aim at the joint of the armor and stick a blade up my leg.

I stretched my arm.

The sword should have struck the target.

But the guard's sight had spinned around and, if he noticed, he had been slapped from the back to the ground.

"Ah, up!

The guard leaks a voice that does not speak.

I tried to get up right away, but I can't move my legs well.

At the same time as his back, he was beating hard around his hips.

I looked up and followed the man running forward with my eyes.

Lambert had already run forward as if nothing had happened.

Lambert grabbed the guard's outstretched arm and quickly threw it to the ground.

Probably to quickly disable and not take care of them.

If we make a scene now, Lambert won't be able to get to the front.

The surroundings were too indifferent about it, even though the guards said they had been thrown away.

A lot of the audience couldn't see through the movement because Lambert was moving too fast.

Not so many voices wondering what had happened or laughing at the fact that the guards had fallen flashy.

"Ya, not only...... Somebody, dammit, the man..."

The guard tried to shout out, but his voice was also low, becoming a plundered one.

When I hit my back, the air in my lungs fell all at once and I couldn't speak properly.

Regardless, it was only a very temporary thing that the shock made me unable to stand or speak out.

In the meantime, however, Lambert had reached the stage of the ceremony.

A red carpet was laid on the steps made of wood, lined with royalty.

Guards surround the immediate area.

With Lambert in their eyes, the guards anxiously laid their hands on the pattern of the sword and prepared to fall right out.

It's too grand for a thief.

But no one has heard that there is such a performance.

The audience was also anxiously staring at the man with the full body armor who suddenly appeared.

"What imitation before the ceremony!

One of the guards screams to Lambert.

Lambert ignored the guard, standing in the royal line, his eyes turned to the man wearing the crown of gold.

My hair has a mix of gray hair in my blonde hair.

Nearly sixty things could be seen, but he is tall and his hips straight out.

The eyes were glaring forcefully at Lambert.

"Are you the present king of the Kingdom of Legions?"

The man frowns somewhat suspiciously at Lambert's words.

I questioned how I didn't know my face, but more than that, I cared about the way I called the current king.

"In any case, I am Rainidel, king of the Kingdom of Legions. Who was it? What the hell are you... hiding your face with that armor and showing up like this?

"Did you know that?"

Lambert squeaks.

Some of the guards could not understand the conversation between Lambert and Rainidel.

Naturally, Rainidel's question was why Lambert had the armor of the Four Demons.

"... that armor, is it real? It is undoubtedly the glow of pure demonic gold (organ). Nowadays technology cannot process pure magic gold (organ), and no one can afford to just use large amounts of magic gold (organ) for one piece of armor.

Rainidel's words were obsessed by the guards around him.

"Chihote's armor is destroyed, Dose's armor is kept in the treasure trove, and Lambert's armor sleeps in the Makulus Valley. Is that hero Griff's armor? It's not just a prank."

Lambert poked his knee on the spot and lowered his head.

"... Hero Griff's armor is owned by The Whistling Devil. This armor belonged to Lambert, who slept at the bottom of a cliff. Now, more than that."

"Why...?

"Allow me to apologize for working rudely at the ceremony. But there is a translation. A 'whistle blowing demon' mage has already entered this king's capital, Halesque. I ask His Majesty to evacuate immediately."

Lambert declared that out loud so that the audience could hear him.

The surrounding stirring voice grew louder at that word of Lambert.

Until very recently, "The Whistling Devil" was considered a fictional organization.

But less than the last six months have caused a great deal of commotion in several cities, pushing every land to the brink of devastation.

For the people, 'whistling demon' was now a symbol of fear.