I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"No, that was an awesome number of people"

"Mm-hmm. It was awesome."

"On"

Two days after the final.

With more people around the inn, we decided to travel Urmut.

I've already greeted the acquaintances, and I shouldn't have had a problem...

I had no idea there were so many people ambushing at the gates of the town. You were a little scared because the number of people around you swells up while you wait for the order.

They've gathered not only merchants and nobles who want to connect with Fran, but also residents who want to drop off Fran, the winner. It is difficult to insult the resident network.

In the end, the guards at the gate drove me around and got nothing because they handled Fran with special treatment...

If it had been a little later, the wild horses would have rubbed me to the limit of my patience.

Good job, Mr. Guard!

"What do we do from here? I still have about half a month until I make a promise to Verios. Even if we hurry back, there's plenty of room to stop somewhere. '

"What about Barbora?

'Cause that's just the opposite direction.'

"Mmm. Bye, Aretha. Because I didn't see Amanda before. I'll see you next time."

"Well, shall we head to Aretha first?"

"Mmm! Ursi, go!

"On!"

It was very comfortable on the road. Strong warcraft does not appear, and if Ursi and Fran have some bad roads - or mountains or valleys - they are a straight line.

On the road, I repeated my stopover quite a bit, but in 10 days I reached Aretha. If you hear there's a village with hot springs nearby, you're going.

"Something's wrong"

'Wow. What is that evil-laden skeleton carriage?'

In front of Aretha's main entrance, a carriage was parked that emitted a tremendous presence.

Oh, my God, it's all made of bone. The wheels, the body, the horses, everything is bone. Naturally your man was a skeleton.

A skeleton wearing a worn robe grips a skeleton from a skeletal horse and is made of bone connections. But I guess the fact that the gatekeeper is not in a combat position is not an enemy. Either way, it's the extreme of evil...

As we approached the carriage on alert, Skeleton reacted here.

"Oh ya? Not Mr. Fran, Masenka?

Normally, I'd be surprised, but we had an idea.

"Maybe Jean's?

"Ha Yi. S in Bernardo"

It was Bernardo, a skeleton who was Jean's squire. In the case of Floating Island, I was taken care of.

Honestly, Skeleton can't tell, so I had no idea.

"The rumor is, sir. Looks like you're gonna do it, sir."

"Thanks."

"Is Jean not here?

"Welcome, Masuyo?

I don't see any sign of Jean...

"Ha ha! Long time no see! Fran, you!

"Gal!"

Suddenly up behind me laughing, Fran shivers his body bikly. Looking back, there was a suspicious man wearing a worn out robe there.

"Jean."

"Uhm! It seems healthy and more than anything else! As always, it's going to be a good undead material and I'm glad to hear it!

I didn't know we wouldn't even feel that sign. You're still using your sign blocking skills! It's an anomaly to jar the accessories and not make any noise.

"Master, it's been a long time since you've been here."

"Oh, it's so good to see you."

He greets me in a low voice, too. I wonder why an exquisite attitude doesn't heal when you can take care of yourself like this.

"Information about the assassins in the Reids kingdom, that was helpful. Thanks to you, I could take care of it!

Apparently, the nameless information was properly passed on to Jean.

That powerful undead has targeted me, and is Jean safe? That's what I've been worried about.

Jean is a brilliant Necromancer, and on the battlefield he shows so much activity that he is given the alias' Kill All 'by leading a large group of undead.

Experience and knowledge as an adventurer, high skill as a Necromancer. Combined with genius signs blocking technology, we can also do battle. That's Jean. But that would be an aside for the person.

The essence of Jean is a researcher.

In fact, he doesn't look like he's doing workouts or anything for combat, and combat should only be one of a few means.

From Jan in front of me, I can't smell the martial arts. Even without appraisal, I knew that martial arts skills were the only place there if I saw foot carriage, etc. Physical status would also be low.

Nameless, a martial arts specialist undead who uses necromancy, was truly an undead to defeat Jean.

"I'll show you my new me specifically! Get up, Mark!

"Uhh."

"Wow!

"Off!"

It was Jean's feather-woven robe that moved in response to Jean's voice. No, I'm wearing it underneath, the bone armor moved out.

"Are you surprised?

"Awesome."

"A new special undead, created using materials from skeleton knights obtained on floating islands and more. Its name is also Mark!

Mark's abilities are very interesting. For starters, it has high performance as armor. They have physical resistance and other skills, even though they are originally hard materials.

You won't suffer one scratch with a normal sword. Plus it has Necromancer resistance, which should prevent their Necromancer magic.

Another thing that stands out is the high melee capability. It had as many as four arms on it as it would grow from my back.

Its arms are thicker and longer while shaped closer to humans. There would be more than 2 meters if stretched. It usually seems to be folded in the form of elbows pointing down.

The true price of this arm was not high arm strength, but that you could fight with a weapon in each arm. Moreover, the level of martial arts skills is also high. He even possesses Kensei.

This would be the power of the Legendary Skeleton who fought on the floating island. It was an undead that would completely compensate for Jean's weakness.

Great performance. That's Jean.

"Oops. I have to go!

"Request?"

"Hmm. That's a little urgent!

He's in a hurry to get help, and he's going to have to leave soon. Jean jumped into the carriage alone.

"Okay, I'm going! Looking forward to seeing you again! Bye! Ha ha!

"Bullshit!

"On!"

"Farewell!

A skeletal carriage carrying Jean ran out the street at a tremendous rate.

Spooky skeleton carriage running through the streets at different speeds. Includes your skeleton. It will be certain that the wrong people will fight terror.

A skeletal carriage monster in the streets! Isn't it like, like, a suspicious conversation being made?

"You were a stormy man."

"Mm-hmm. I wanted to talk more"

Fran's sorry, but is that all I need? In just a few minutes, I'm hungry.