I’m a Dullahan, Looking for My Head

I manage to knock down the bare skeleton and when I calm down I speak to Sisty.

"... Sisty, I've been thinking about this for a long time..."

"……… What?

Sisty looks up in a slightly rough breath to my serious remarks.

"Would you like to move to avant-garde spear use?

"I won't!

Sisty immediately denies my suggestion and pokes at it.

"Why not!? You were smashing up the skeletons coming together with a stunning cane!? You can work in the avant-garde, not as an unfortunate wizard!

The skeletons who threw me through and attacked Sisty.

I rushed to Sisty's place, but in the meantime, Sisty stood like a spear accustomed to using her cane and shoved her under Skeleton's feet.

The lightweight skeleton easily punches his back to the ground thanks to Sisty's cane foot payment.

Sisty grinds ribs and skulls with a sharp cane blow without missing out there. He quickly defeated three skeletons.

Then Sisty cleverly screwed the wand between Skeleton's bones and bones, swinging it around to render the bat bat and skeleton irreversible.

By the time I ran, there were only two skeletons left.

I think that's Sisty's job. I've never seen such a sharp Sisty move.

"The one earlier was just a protective technique. A wizard's taste. And because spears and bars are completely separate. And don't tell me you're sorry!

Sisty insists that he is only a secondary skill as a wizard for the bars he just did. Can there ever be a wizard with such mastery of bars?

The wizard of the other adventurer's party also handled the dagger, but to such an extent that he was truly sorry.

Well, I think it's important for a guard position that can't do anything but magic, that you can handle the avant-garde weapon to the extent of a protective technique. Because when demons come out of the avant-garde, it's a good thing there are so many ways you can deal with them when they ambush you.

"Then let's use bar technique as the spindle to hobble magic. That would definitely be better, wouldn't it?

"I can't help it! I live as a wizard! I can't give this away!

Sisty, who doesn't accept my suggestion.

Somehow there seems to be something that Sisty can't give way to. I'd love to hear that, but how many minutes is the battlefield now? I don't have time to do that, so I'm behind you.

"Duke's better than that! What the hell was that all about? Why did the skeletons ignore Duke?

"No, I don't know..."

However, it is true that Skeletons ignored me and approached Sisty.

They were defeating Skeleton in the front like that. It doesn't mean he was in a blind spot.

Why not? Maybe because I'm not human? Because it's undead.........?

- The undead hate the living and strike those who are overflowing with raw energy.

The characteristic I heard from the literature and Sisty's words crosses my brain.

"... I don't suppose Duke is undead, so he won't attack me because he's not a living person?

It seems that Sisty has come to the same assumption as me, and I'm going to say goodbye.

"………… experiment for a moment."

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In conclusion, our expectations were correct.

I'm surrounded by countless undead now.

Skeleton if you look to the left. If you look to the right, a zombie walks drooling through his bowels. Behind you is a skeleton general equipped with supine armor and swords.

It's just zombies that smell like rot everywhere you look, and skeletons that sound like rattles.

In that herd, I walk a little shrunk.

Especially since he doesn't recognize me as an enemy, he just needs to have no problem staying with me because I'm one of them. No one cares. Only proceed to a place where there would be a living person in ghostly footsteps.

Sure, it's the same fellow as a classification, but I don't want to believe my place is here.

But if I find out I'm Durahan and I get kicked out of every country and village, I'm going to spend almost forever in a place like this.

I'm Durahan. You don't get sick, and you probably don't have a life expectancy. Unless they are also crusaded, they will live near infinity.

In such a lonely place with such sad groans and rotten odors. All the time, all the time.

Nobody speaks the language, and they don't even laugh at me.

The days I've had as normal before disappear in an instant.

... I don't like that.

I can live like a human because Sisty secretly supports me.

Accept such an undead me. They treat me the same way they treated me before I found out who I was.

How much would I have saved and cleared my anxiety from such Sisty's actions?

............... I'm embarrassed and I don't usually say it, but maybe I can pass along my thanks once in a while.

With that in mind instead of the pattern, I sneak away from the herd of undead.

To shake off my worst future so that my place doesn't end up like this.

To my daily routine, to Duke the Adventurer.

"Ah!? Hey, Duke, if you come out of a place like that..."

Fireball hits me directly in the helmet as I leave the herd of undead.

A helmet worn on my torso flies towards a herd of undead by a blast of flames.

Adventurer Duke turns quickly into the monster Durahan. If there were so many adventurers here, it would have been a hell of a mess.

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"..................... Um, Mr. Duke? It's a decoration anyway, and you're gonna be okay, right? I need your help because the undead is getting a little more......"

Sisty can't live with Locke as an adventurer by herself anyway. I too, Sisty... can't live without a trusted companion.

They're holding it anyway.

I don't think it's too late to say thank you.

"Uh, I have to go pick up my helmet. But it's going to take me a while to pick it up because I fell into a bunch of undead people."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I apologize, I apologize! Come back soon. Yes!!