Former General Is Undead Knight

The ceremony was fussy as Lambert exposed the fact that the 'whistle-blowing demon' had already entered the king's city in front of King Rainidel.

Some of the audience were already trying to walk away from this place.

"I thought they might set me up soon, but no way..."

The tall man standing beside the king shook his head when Rainidel zeroed.

"Your Majesty, do you say you believe in the bullshit of those who do not reveal their identity?"

When the man said so, he walked straight and stood in front of Lambert.

"Give me a seat. This ceremony has been sacred since two hundred years ago. It is a felony to obstruct it and incite the anxiety of the king and the people to prank"

The man was wrapped in armor similar to the guards.

He's a man of the Kingdom Soldiers.

Hair is enough to touch your back, slightly longer for a man.

They are also shorter and narrower in body lines than other soldiers.

I can see a little twenty, and I'm young among the guard soldiers.

But his eyes are so dark and cold that they are not compared to the others.

It was a sign of diving many dead lines.

"We don't have that kind of time anymore. They let me in knowing I was rude."

"If you're telling the truth, take off that ominous helmet first and reveal your identity. Unrighteous generals, you insane wrappers of Lambert's armor."

A man pulls out his sword.

The guards follow the man and try to pull out the sword in a hurry.

He took control of it with his hands.

"It is incompetent to surround and slap those who have boarded alone. This is a celebratory ceremony. I can't even kill this guy by mistake. Apparently, there are a lot of things to ask."

"Ha, yes, Lady Ethnia!

The surrounding guards let go of their hands from the pattern and took a step back.

"Who is it?

"I didn't know you knew my name. In celebration, in front of the people. You don't seem like you're going to name it, but let's do the least we can for the innocent. Kensei, is called the King's Sword. Ethiopian Rondo, Commander-in-Chief of the Kingdom Army."

If Lambert was the head of the soldiers of the Legious kingdom two hundred years ago, Ethiopia was the head of the soldiers of the present Legious kingdom.

Lambert also turns his attention to Ethiopia.

"What's up? Pull the sword out quickly. Or is that armor and a giant sword unsatisfactory enough to move?

"You've got plenty of room."

"If the place isn't there, it's already slaughtered"

In response to Lambert's words, Ethiopia responded with no expression.

It was a word in front of the people, in a ceremonial setting, that they thought they could not carry out unilateral attacks from themselves.

"Whatever the reason, let's just say I accept courtesy. The Kingdom of Legions, the corner of the Four Demons, is Lambert Dracroix."

Lambert pulled out the great sword as he said.

"It's a joke that's not funny."

At the same time, Ethiopia flew to Lambert.

Both blades bump into each other.

Ethnia quickly drew her sword and kicked the ground.

Using the momentum of Lambert's sword, he jumped his body forward like a harpoon.

It was a move that took advantage of my lightness.

Ethiopia took the form of a Rambal blind spot.

Ethiopia draws his sword and sets his aim on Lambert's back.

But Ethiopia never attacked.

Ethnia, who tried to come forward, escaped to the back on the brink of it.

"What is it, Lady Ethnia! If you hang it as it is now, the Ethiopian..."

On the back of what his men were like, there was a glimmer of sweat dripping down his Ethiopian face.

"You were able to react to the current movement. Why didn't you mind?

"I can't let you get hurt. I'm in a bad position. Besides, there is no shortage of people in command against the intrusion of the" whistling demon "."

"What?

Ethiopian faces fade away.

Ethiopia was the strongest swordsman in the Kingdom of Legions, he also admits to himself.

But I've never been proud of that title.

I was always telling myself that I didn't know what the battle was going to be.

That's what he thought if he exposed the gap, if he was cautious, he could lose his life to his downward opponent.

That's why I didn't understand.

The blade is pointing, and the target is flat out that he doesn't even intend to injure this one.

It is as if it is a way of treating a child who has just learned swordsmanship.

Overlapping and incredible is the inability to grasp any identity of the other person.

Ethiopia had grasped many of the famous samurai in the country, no, within the Warrimian continent.

With all this sword arm, it was unusual not to have any idea of the other's identity.

"... you're telling me it's real?

Ethnia shrugged so unexpectedly, but immediately denied her own thoughts in her head.

It's impossible.

Lambert is dead after losing to Griff a long time ago.

Ethnia also knew how unrealistic the undead, resurrected after two hundred years, was because she also had knowledge of sorcery.

The undead cannot be built without the odds that dwelt in the carcass.

Two hundred years after his death, the wreckage moved freely and had no self-belief.

"Can we get this far?

Ethiopia opened its eyes to Lambert's words.

Ethiopia could not expose an unparalleled imitation in front of the masses.

Trust in oneself is also directly linked to the people's trust in the Kingdom Soldiers.

Besides, Ethnia still couldn't believe the scale of his strength that he felt from Lambert in earlier clashes.

Ethiopian instincts and experience perceive Lambert as a mighty unknown monster.

But when such a human being existed, it was unacceptable to Ethiopia.

It releases numerous blades to the lambale while Ethiopia quickly repositions itself.

Lambert crushed it with the smallest move.

"I'm a swordsman who wears heavy armor and can't believe that much Ethiopian-like blade... Are you sure you're human?

"But the real monster is like Ethiopia. I'm not even allowing a dozen counterattacks on my opponent. I've never seen anyone cross this far into Ethiopian style. But the difference in power is historical."

The soldiers around them so praised the battle between Ethiopia and Lambert.

But from the Ethiopian point of view, it was the exact opposite.

The opponent is not attacking at all, as declared.

The inviter completely ignores it and prevents it with a motion that he can only afford where he has his hands.

I'm clearly overlooking the gap to fight back.

Whatever hands are released, they are returned sparingly.

Then, in existing swordsmanship, it doesn't work with speed.

Driven by necessity, the Ethiopian head, the body, was trying to exceed its limits.

Now, the catcher alive has disappeared from Ethiopia's head.

All his consciousness was directed only at battle.

The anger, the excitement, the opponent's overwhelming strength not in his previous enemies, was drawing more than enough power from Ethiopia.

"It's a big sword. I was relieved that there were swordsmen like you in the army."

"Don't insult me too much!

Ethnia jumped on the great sword of Lambert, releasing a blade from the top onto Lambert's helmet.

Lambert defeats his neck and avoids it.

Ethnia kicks the blade and swings down the next blow as she jumps to the side of the rambale.

But that doesn't arrive either, inhibited by the Great Sword.

Ethnia put her strength on the blade, floating her own body and releasing a kick to her helmet.

For Ethiopia, it was the best attack of my life together with driving, speed.

It's not just a blow.

It was a blow aimed at imparting shock inside the helmet by applying force where it touched the helmet.

Lambert turned his arm and took it with his caged hand, knocking Ethiopian body off to the ground.

Ethnia took the passive, fell round her back and stood up quickly, at the same time distancing herself from Rambal.

He then collapsed and poked both knees.

Though he took it, he did not kill his momentum by the power of Lambert beyond his expectations.

"E, Lady Ethnia!?

The Ethiopians didn't understand what was going on, but they werewolf on the spot.

"Are you asking me if I could be safely powerless...?

Ethnia drooled her head, with her knees poked.

"... I very much don't think it's a human business. This man must be the god of martial arts, who descended into the earth with the appearance of the Four Demons."