Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

It's been a really long time since I've been out of town.

Probably five or six years since I almost slept at the end of my previous life.

The sun falling from the sky hurts my skin. It's been a long time since I've been out hunting in the middle of the night, so it's been a long time since I've been out during the day.

Sunlight is poison to the undead in general. Sunlight, while faint, is the illumination of positive energy, thus most undead only operate at night.

But it's not like you can never move during the day.

The most famous undead who makes sunlight a weakness is a vampire (a vampire) who becomes ashes only after bathing, but not because it is filled with negative forces with the positive energy of sunlight, but because of the effects of the curse itself. They exert immense power at night because of the limitation that they cannot operate in the sun.

As a general rule, the more weaknesses you have, the stronger you become. Meals and slight pain at the price - as corpses and ghosts gain numerous powers.

And, Lord said, the corpse ghost (Ghoul), one of the lowest in the undead, seems to be unaffected by the sun.

Before the mutation, the dead meat man has zero limit of sunlight due to the curse, but because the negative energy he has lived in is low, even the faint positive energy of sunlight seems to be a huge burden. Overall, the most balanced undead that can operate under the sun means a corpse ghost.

For a long time, direct sunlight can cause damage, but it is also borrowed from the road, thanks to a pitch-black coat that reduces the power of the sun, the damage is minimized. The movement of the body remains almost the same as usual.

The next mutant, The Dark Rover (Dark Stalker), seems to be heavily influenced by sunlight, so this could be the last opportunity to walk flat during the day.

Lew, who offered to use it with me, walked silently forward.

At the very least, the skin exposed is as white and pathological as I am undead, with thin hands and feet and seemingly dying more than I am. Under my eyes the neighborhood is sticky, my hair is dry, and only minimally tidy.

The outfit was cleaner than usual, but that was because the lord was around to go out and let him dress unsuspecting.

In the end, the attitude of Lord to Luu, who accused me of his life, did not change one thing.

I spared being made undead, but that's all. I don't know or have much interest in the birth of Lou, but I'm guessing Lou is worthless to Lord.

However, even if I'm not interested, I have some sympathy. Very few things are better than Lord's, but her days without freedom resemble mine, which was a lifelong bedtime.

If I can kill Lord safely, maybe I can let him go.

The order Lord imposed on us was to receive what Hack had asked for in a nearby city (called Engay).

Lightly through the woods with Lew's guide and reach the city. Demons attacked me in the woods, but I had already reached a level where I could escape through the woods while protecting every man. My nails are sufficient, although I don't always have the tongue that I use because of the possibility of suspicion.

Engay's city was about an hour's walk out of the woods.

I thought it wasn't a secret because Hack could pull the coffin regularly enough, but it's closer than I thought. The woods with the mansion are so vast that it seems difficult to find them without knowing where they are, but as long as you know the direction, it sucks, you can reach them just by walking straight. It also seemed natural that Hack, who had learned of the coming of his natural enemies, stopped entering the woods.

The city of Engay was flourishing there. It's not a big city, but it's not even the size of a village. The gates are sturdy, the ground is trampled, and there are many large carriages crossing.

There was once a buzz that I was burning.

Enter the city using the ID provided by Lord. There were no signs of being suspicious of being undead.

I'm undead, but my appearance is pretty close to human. You look pale, but you have as many people as you want. If you show him the intelligence that the undead can hardly hold, some discomfort will disappear.

Vampires are particularly scared of the undead, but the reason for this is that the undead has an average high intelligence and can lurk among people.

I'm a corpse, but I can speak and work in the sun. Over vampires who can only move at night in the sense of being disputed, possibly the best of the undead.

I look at the crowd with a little excitement. The sound, the color, the smell, was overflowing.

"Lew, why don't you take a little look around the city?

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The mansion of Lord in darkness isn't bad either, but this sight is wonderful. You can't waste it because you can't afford the money, but you won't hit a bee if you look around the city a bit.

Lew wasn't mad at me for opening his eyes and burning a bright sight into his brain.

"I have orders from my husband, sir, to finish my errands and return home quickly."

"But they haven't told me to finish my errands quickly. Me and you, we'll be fine."

"... your role, my escort,"

"I've been living in that darkness forever. You can have a little fun."

Lurk and persuade your voice as you follow Luu, who goes early enough.

Lew has served the Lord much longer than I have. That's all the grievances would be accumulating.

"Lord hasn't been able to see or hear what's going on with me and Lu. You'll never find out. I'm not breaking any orders. They told me to hurry, but no time limit has been imposed."

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"The restrictions imposed on Lou are much lighter than those imposed on me. There's no way I can do it and Lou can't."

Slavery is not much like discussing pee-pee, but it is common. So I know a little bit about the restrictions, too.

The collar of the slave is hung with magic. But unlike an unlimited absolute order against the undead, the magic is pretty light.

Perhaps because unlike the result of the curse originally created on the assumption that the undead manipulates, humans are not able to be bound.

What is the restriction of being enslaved... pain.

My body obeys orders on its own, but slaves are punished in the form of pain for violating orders.

And there's also a number of restrictions. There are only three restrictions that can be hung at the same time.

The inner two are always occupied by the prohibition of self-harm and the prohibition of indirect and direct attacks on their masters, so there is only one order that they can freely use as appropriate.

Orders must be strict. An extra wide range of orders could result in a mundane violation of an order and the death of an extra slave in pain, and vice versa, the possibility of being caught in a hole.

There are a number of ways out of an order to slaves. That's why I was followed by her.

I know because I was ordered in front of me. The order that was given to Lou was, "Finish your errands and go home quickly."

Additionally, she has been told that if I die for any reason along the way, she will be executed after a long torture.

The orders given to me are to keep Lou and follow the instructions whenever possible. If you can't do anything about it, you can abandon Lu and come back.

There is no limit to the number of orders I can give, so there is still a ban on action that could be harmful to the loads I have previously given, and a ban on escape, but at least the orders imposed on me and Lou are not in conflict.

For the first time, the color of Lew's eyes changes in response to my nice idea.

I look up at this one with the same fright and slight angry caged eyes that even the monster sees. Tell him to whine in a trembling voice.

"I, do not tempt me. A monster. For your words, report to your husband later."

Negotiation breakdown…?

What else? She's been in a cage because of me once.

Technically, I'm not the cause, and Lou himself, who did the extra thing, is bad, but she wouldn't think so.

I laughed at Luu, who pushed his fright into his heart and behaved modestly just in shape.

"It's no use. You know... where I reported that, Lew's treatment will not change until he dies. Lord knows I'm gonna say and do that."

So Lord avoided doing just me to the city.

It may be that you don't know the way, but I don't care if you give it to me on a map. I let her and I work together because me and her aren't on our side.

That's an old sorcerer. Thinking is despicable. In my words, Lew closes his purple lips hard and strengthens his expression.

She's not contraindicated, unlike me, but she's afraid of everything in the world and doesn't seem to believe in everything.

I haven't been out of town in a long time... and I feel so refreshed.

How wonderful would it be to be free to buy food and sightseeing?

"That's right. If you listen to my suggestion - I'll give you a lift to the city when Lord dies in some kind of applause and you're free."

To my totally indispensable suggestion, Lou gave a flashy look and immediately collapsed.

He opens his eyes wide, squeezes his skinny hand, and trembles like a warrior. The voice that came out of her lips was louder than she felt.

"My husband... will never, ever die. Invincible. My husband, he's a horrible man. I've seen so many people return the favor. It's me and you who die first."

The voice sounded screaming to me.

I don't know the emotion. I don't even have pity. It was just a disappointment that I felt that voice.

I had already seen and anticipated how things were going so far, but when I actually saw them, I couldn't stop my emotions.

Luu has already broken his heart. No, because it's broken, they must have come all the way to slavery under the evil Necromancer. Even though the shackles are loose, I guess they have lived to be flushed.

Maybe death won't save her, too, which is why she's afraid of Lord.

I can't convince Luu. I thought if I could persuade him well, he'd be a strong ally, but he's too weak to be a collaborator.

Even with a little help, you have to think about persuasive complaints.

"Well... that's... scary"

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To the unusual words, Luu walks silently and slightly underneath, as if manipulated.

I sighed a little and decided to follow Luu as Lord ordered.

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Receive the requested item and take responsibility for it and head to the city exit.

Hack didn't say anything but look me in the eye when he came with Lou.

It seems like a doctrine that just does dark business behind it and doesn't get into my client's situation, which I can very much like.

The stuff the load made me prepare was wrapped in thick fabric and I didn't know what it was.

However, it is nearly a meter long, with thin tips and thicker fundamentals. It's weird in shape for a weapon, and it weighs so heavily that it can't be lifted in the lu.

But that cunning lord is what you get until you send me to the city for danger. I guess it's the right product.

Hack didn't say anything extra, so I can't guess the contents at all, but maybe it's a road trump.

In the end, it wasn't appropriate to look around the city.

But if we can survive like this, chances will come twice and three times. I follow Luu with the thought of getting my hair pulled back.

- And I ran into the living sun.

It was near the gate to the outside.

I just saw it and my consciousness flew for a moment. Your body's strength falls out and your load falls off your arm.

His knees crumble to a glittering glare and he rushes to regain consciousness and strength. Looking back at what Lew is up to.

It was a group of several. He is dressed in polished pure white armor, each with a variety of weapons down his hips and back.

At first glance, that figure just looks like a knight. But most importantly, unlike other humans - the positive energy that resides in them.

Being undead, I can somehow feel the positive energy of the human being who is the bait.

of every human being I've ever seen. Far beyond that. Even though we are still more than a hundred meters away, we are too dazzled to look directly at it.

It's not actually shining. None of the other humans have set their sights on its existence.

But I understand. Even despair is raw.

It is, to parable, light, moon, sun - a miracle.

My hands and feet tremble and I should have stopped breathing in the old days, but my breath hurts.

If you get close enough, you'll just get rid of me, the tiny one. My brain, my instincts are alarming me with all their strength.

I want to run, but my legs don't move at all.

If you get close, it disappears. Even if they don't disappear at last, they kill you just because you're relative. The curse that moves me said.

That is the natural enemy of the undead. Hero. Brave. Apostle of Light. The one who kills the Necromancer.

- The Knights of the End.

I've always wondered if there's anything the Lord fears that divides his life into one hundred and twenty.

Not as loud as Lou, but I didn't doubt Lord's victory.

But now that I actually have that presence in front of me, I understand from my soul why Lord saw the Knights of the End as natural enemies.

I knew he was a hero. I also had admiration. But I didn't really understand it.

That one - you can't win. With me now, I'll never win.

Why should we send down to the ghost of power only the eating of a corpse a glow stronger than the sun?

"... what's up? Pick up your bags and go."

"Oh, oh..."

Return me to the words of Lou. Burning that sight into both eyes, he slowly succumbs and holds a package that fell to the ground.

But you have to win. If it strikes me, if I need to eat light to live, I must naturally try to win.

Lord called the Knights of the End a natural enemy, but never fled. There's no way that old Necromancer doesn't know about the enemy, so I guess there's always a way to win.

Strengthen your whole body and bounce the light that erodes your body from this distance.

It's okay, I won't find it. There's a distance, and from the road, I owe you a amulet for the Knights of the End measures.

An amulet with a large black gem - a shadow amulet that has the effect of not divulging the negative energy perceived by the Knights of the End outside.

Grab it once in your pocket, head for the gate, and gather information as you walk slowly.

Thanks to having endured the shock once, I managed to move without losing the heavy pressure if I could put my strength all over my body.

The number of Knights of the End is six. A mixture of young and old.

How knightly, three big men, one blonde woman. Weapons are mace, cane, sword and shield, bow. It emits a much stronger light than the average person.

The Knights of the End say there are three places.

Perhaps they are a guy called the Tertiary Knight. Oh, sure, Lord's right, I don't think I'm going to win very well.

But he's still the best.

One woman cut off her silver hair and lowered a beautiful silver sword on her hips. The woman is younger than the former four, but the wrapped light - far exceeds the former. sensation, but perhaps not twice or triple its strength.

You don't look very human. He looked better than I've ever seen, but he's too different. Probably hostile, he'll be killed shortly after he launches the attack.

She's - the moon. A messenger of the moon, wrapped in a supernatural, strong, but quietly radiant light.

And the problem is - I've judged the first four to be third grade because I have to judge the silver-haired girl to be second grade because, incredibly, there's more to it.

The soul, the flesh, the presence, everything was shining.

Five other lights do not reach just one of them.

It was an old man, about the same age as Lord. However, unlike the Lord, its spine extends with a pin, and the muscles on the body are incomparable. The all-backed hair was dyed white and wrinkled in appearance, but its eyes are warm and radiant.

The man was - the sun. The Apostle of the Sun, who is likely to burn everything out of existence just by getting close.

An invincible hero, reminded of inequality just at a glance. You'll never win a hundred years of drilling. An overwhelming beauty that makes you think so.

If he is not the first-degree knight, who is the first-degree knight?

The Dark One will escape just because everyone sees him. I guess every god blessed that body.

Oh, what do you mean? I can't believe some men like me have so much raw energy when they invade the hospital bed and die in pain.

This world is - how unfair.

After the shock, it wasn't fear that burned the back of my brain. It was anger. I was jealous.

My purpose is to survive. Survival and freedom. If I can get that, I'm not going to work with the Knights of the End.

But that's another story - you can't allow someone like him to exist. Even if you don't fight, you can't give in.

I just can't stop being outraged that a privileged being like him is coming to kill a pathetic being like me.

pierce the faceless expression and stifle the mind.

No, no, no, no, no. You have to be patient. I can't beat that one. At least, now - not yet.

To endure, I was good at enduring. That is the privilege of the weak, the only strength of those who have ever endured.

Overwrite anger with thoughts. I just move my legs and follow Luu as he walks through this one with an amazing look on his face.

But...... fulfill, how is Lord going to stand around that group against him? Does it have a winning eye?

Lord follows countless subordinates, except me, but such people, to them, are elephant.

The Skeleton Knight is certainly strong, but it won't even beat the Tertiary Knight. Too much local power.

Damn.................. I don't know.

The load is strong. But the Knights of the End are also too strong.

Exactly, a battle in heaven - a battle between light and darkness. I don't know how Lord would use me in his fight against them, but relative... he dies. The second raw I get because of it ends up doing it for no reason.

My head stings and aches, as if I had returned it to a human. Strong nausea, fluttering legs. My vision is distorted.

No, I can't think about it.

We have to stay away. Now... anyway... we need to get out of here...

And when I managed to line up to leave the city and then just keep following forward like this, I took a breath and was accidentally called out of my back.

"Um... I don't seem to be well, okay? is it?"

"Huh!!?

Cold voice, I can't breathe. Strengthen your body, which is about to tremble naturally, and turn around.

A woman of the second degree knight wrapped around the moonlight and four third degree knights watched me from close quarters.