Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

The courtyard of the mansion on the road. The moon was quietly shining in the night sky.

Using centrifugal force, beat on the violin. The Skeleton Knight, who stood guarded face-to-face, masterfully used his sword in both hands as he lowered back against a blow unleashed by extraordinary force.

The weight of long training and experience was felt in every step of the way.

The ability of the Bone Man (Skeleton) to create depends on the Lord's ability to create bones. Experience is staining the bones.

Using the bones of a skilled mercenary can make a boner with sufficient combat capability, and using the bones of ordinary people with no combat experience can make a difference in cloud mud even for the same boner. A frown spit, but it was created from the bones of a mythical era hero. It seems that it even butchered a dragon.

Bones (skeletons) are one of the lowest undead, just like dead meat (Fresh Man).

There are four kinds of roots in the undead, which exist.

That is, bone man from bone (skeleton). Dead meat man from flesh (fresh man). Evil spirit from soul (leith). Rotten corpse moving (zombie), which seems to trigger the necromancy.

Each has different characteristics, but there is no such thing as large disparities. As a result of a mutation from a dead meat man (Fresh Man), I outperform a boner (Skeleton) (wearing a knight's sword and armor, but a boner inside) in my performance.

Still being attacked in one-on-one combat is nothing more than a difference in experience.

Helm-worn skull. Behind the pompous empty orbit, a red light shines a sign of resurrection due to necromancy.

The opponent is only bone, and this one has muscles. The force is up here, and the speed is up here. The lightness is over there, the fatigue - neither.

Every time a blow is shed, you gain certainty.

No. Now, I can't fathom a very ending knight.

If you actually encounter this boner on the battlefield, this will be the one to win. My attacks can shatter the bone body with a single blow if they hit me properly, and I have a powerful regenerative capability. But that's a force move, and it doesn't lead to a stronger presence than this one.

The End Knight is not just a mercenary. They're... heroes. He has experience with techniques that are definitely isolated from Lord's manipulative skeleton knights.

Lord, who listened to my request and especially prepared highly skilled men, screams as he observes me.

"Right, end. Think, intelligence is your strength. And explode that resentment, your emotions, your negative impulses. Your secret is deep everywhere. [M] That's the heart of the undead!

That wasn't where I wanted it to be.

Sure, an explosion of negative impulses may make me stronger, but my purpose is not strength.

Fighting is the last resort. If you lose your cool, you'll end up falling, even running away.

Lord seems to find talent in me, but I don't trust him enough to pepper it.

But we need some strength. If I survive and get away from the road, there will be many chances to fight.

It was for the future that I became more eager to fight skeleton knights than to boost negative energy in hunting in the woods - to feel the inequality, the technology.

Feel comfortable with your powers, so that your future self will never challenge reckless combat.

Now that I know the difference in power, I shake down my chin as hard as I can to tear my muscles apart.

At the price of dull pain in the arm, the sword of a struck skeleton knight is broken, and the body of that bone is blown away with each armor.

Lord's Skeleton Knight was still strong. Keep spinning, take the passive and show it, but there was already a battle.

Pack the distance and you could destroy it. There's no point in fighting any more.

Drop the wax. What metal is the blade of black paint made of, there is not a single blade spill, not even a broken sword.

It may contain magical powers, just like the shadow amulets and sunset coats that were given to you when you went outside.

"Satisfied, End."

"Oh, thank you. Almost got it."

Answer the Lord's question small.

Okay. I can't get the swordsman to know me. Is it bad that you've ever fought in performance leaves like a beast, or maybe I just don't have the talent?

At least, it's not something you get overnight, and even if you do, you don't have time to step on the experience in action.

Now - let's give up. You should fight with the bills you have.

"Then go hunt. We don't have time, but we need a little more power. It would be much stronger than experiencing technology. The power is not the ratio of corpses and ghosts if you become a 'wanderer of darkness'. An undead... that's what it is."

Lord's words made sense.

In the first place, it seems that one of the scary reasons for the undead is to collect the energy of death, mutate and dramatically develop their abilities.

To me, who nods honestly, Rhodes gives me a surprise look for a moment, but soon he shouts out loud.

Give short instructions to Luu, who hastily rushed in.

"Lew! Give Skeleton a spare weapon from the arsenal. I must prepare for war... end, hunt come back before nightfall. Remember, we can't do everything in the sun."

"Okay. I don't want to die either."

In a short reply, Lord snorted once and went back inside the mansion.

Approaching a skeleton where Lew loses his weapon and sits on a small run. Cenri's magic has already restored her complexion, which has improved for a time.

Chance. There are no demons of the Lord in the courtyard that will not be used except for these occasions. Most are alert to external enemies and looking out.

Still, just in case the surveillance was in mind, I approached Lew in a natural motion and spoke quietly.

"Lew, do me a favor"

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"I want to make a deal. I really need something. It's not a big deal, and it doesn't conflict with the orders being given to Lou."

"……… say no"

I don't even have an island to install. Skeleton is watching Lew, but he doesn't have the intelligence to talk to that undead.

I am alert and constantly monitored by the user demon, but Luu is not alert at all and there is no monitoring by the user demon.

She was a slave, a genuine weak person. It's a living undead, so to speak, who merely ripens Lord's orders pale.

And the prospect of that road is sadly very right.

Anyway, she didn't even ask for help in front of the Knights of the End, Lord's enemy. Even if you were afraid of the severe pain running all over your body for violating orders, the Knights of the End could have done anything.

Lew is weak. I can't live long as this is, and she'll be aware of it.

He gives in, peeks into its tired, pitch-black eyes, and laughs.

"Let's make the same suggestion as during this time. If you do me a favor, after Lord dies, I'll take you safely to the city about Lew. Anything you want, you can hang out with him until you can have a minimum of life."

"... My husband, never, never dies or will. pointless assumptions,"

There were no signs of surprise, as at first. The body, the voice, was not trembling. There was no less certainty in its eyes than before.

Perhaps she would have given the same answer, even if Lew hadn't gotten the cage because of me. That's what the world of Lew is all about.

I'll just try to get out a little poorly.

"Then I'll lend you one. If anything happens... I'll help you... please"

"No, it is. I don't have the right to make a loan. In the first place, you'll never get it back."

Lew answers with a small voice and frowns.

Sure it is. If my duty and my life were on the balance, I would definitely choose the latter.

No, before then... I guess Lew isn't going to do me a favor.

I changed the direction of the proposal as planned.

"Then why are you listening to me?

"... what?

Lew opens his eyes and gives his first look of agitation today.

I continue to persuade him with a feverish voice, feeling unexpected by his horribly human expression.

"If you don't have what you want, you don't need to hear a word. You just have to close your ears and leave."

".................. nagging, bullshit,. I... don't even listen"

"Actually, I know. I know what I want, what I want, because I'm the same weak guy as Lou. If you bring me what I want, I'll give you that."

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And I had it in my lifetime - but Lew, the pathetic slave of Lord, she doesn't have it.

Luu looks up at this one with a surprised look. But that complexion was never too bloody.

Maybe you don't know what you want.

I didn't even want to make this suggestion. But I can't put my life and my balance on it.

Tilt your lips close to Lew's ear, leaning your face, and whisper words of persuasion.

I heard the words, understood what they meant, and Lou's expression changed. It was a dramatic change.

It's a mixed look with all sorts of emotions that are going to make me angry, cry, and laugh.

"Nah... I can't believe... oh... that's ridiculous, that-"

"Promises are... kept"

Luu swallows his spit and shivers himself. But the resistance was pointless anymore.

It conveys the lower eyelashes and a muscle of tears flows from those eyes. Lew found out. I wanted something so bad that I could cry.

"How horrible... My husband, Horos Carmen, what a horrible... monster..."

Those dry lips curse me. But she can't resist me anymore.

Even if I was to suffer from severe pain, I would do my little favor.

Once I reconfirmed that there was no surveillance around me, I told Lew what I needed, feeling just a little self-loathing.