My Entire Class Has Been Reincarnated – I Became the Weakest Skeleton!

"You're bored during the day. When you move, you feel weak."

In the prepared safehouse of the blood clan, Sink groaned as he yawned.

"That's why you're going to be able to speak to the adventurers and get them to move."

With his red eyes in thin darkness, Glenn responded with a gentle voice.

"Anyway, they're not compatible with us because they move in the daytime. As long as I know where it is, I can make a night raid."

"Either way. Hopefully, we'll get a few more like this."

Bishop's sink of Glenn and Knight doesn't move much while the sun's up.

Their blood family is commonly called vampires. A common image of a vampire is that the sun is weak and operates at night, but that has nothing to do with the great absence of a species called the blood family. However, due to the intense depletion of factors during the day, there were quite a few individuals who did not like to move from day to day.

Glenn and Sink are typical examples of this, basically, staying lazy in bed during the day. The stripped clothes are scattered on the floor, and each other's presence can only be ascertained by the red residual light that plunders the darkness and the feeling of breath and the skin that touches them.

"Hey, can you trust those adventurers?"

Sink asks in a sweet voice, dripping over Glenn's body.

"You don't like it. That kind of race. I don't know, I'm gonna betray you."

"I don't expect much from them from the beginning. Well, if you're a little devil or a corpse ghost, you can't contain it when you have to."

"Then, in the end, you have to get us out. It's a hundred million."

"Shall we also move the King of the Necromancer?

"That's not the guy Akeno made. I don't want to rely on that."

"Oh, boy. You're still me."

In the dark, Glenn smiles bitterly as she does feel the weight of the sink and the scent of silver hair touching the tip of her nose.

Sink hated the combination of Akeno and Suo. Glenn didn't like it either. So I'm not too aggressive about mobilizing the replica of the “King of Death” that Akeno made by studying the King's Piece to the battlefield.

But the Necromancer King is undoubtedly the highest power the bloodline can mass-produce. In the report, many targets are not even awakened to Phase 2, and as a suppression against it, the Necromancer King is too much power. In addition, they are also proceeding with the study of the King Piece, and the specs of the Necromancer King himself, which is produced, are all bottomed up.

Glenn gently instructed the little devils not to be noticed by the sink. Accompany the King of the Necromancer in his searches along the coast. That neighborhood also continues to be explored by adventurers, so if you run into them unluckily, they could knock you down, but, well, if you're about one or two, it's not painful to lose them.

It was quite a bone to try not to undermine the boredom of my princess.

Once I screamed, it was refreshing.

Staring at the little devil and the corpse ghost that boils down to the rabbit, Kyosuke restarts the Devil's Sword. If I worked with Snow Nose, would it have been the number of kicks? Is her frozen ray really minus 12 trillion degrees? I was upset to hear it.

But Kyosuke couldn't feel like joining forces with her to sweep the enemy in front of her. With the power of Kyosuke's "characteristic amplification", we could enhance the frozen rays under the snow, but we couldn't really intend to do that.

It's a bit muggy, though, and it sounds silly to abandon effective tactics.

When magic is cast into the Devil's Sword, energy resides in the Sword Body. It's a weapon I got shelf bottomed up, but this guy can help me a lot. Honestly, although amateurs are alike, such as the handling of swords, we knew that just wielding them appropriately would be quite powerful.

"(More than three months since I've been in this world, if you think about it, it's a battle pack...)"

In hand-to-hand air-fist combat, I followed the board quite selflessly, but once again, someone's guide might have been something I should have received. Well, isn't that what you're thinking now that you've done that?

Leaving it alone won't do a miracle. But it's not about waiting for a miracle. Kyosuke intercepts the corpse ghosts who come in formation with each other while trying to shelter the white horse. The left arm, which diverted the carpal bone of the daemon, felt painful.

The connection should certainly be successful, but if I do it like my left arm has become a different creature. The left hand supporting the pattern shivered with clatter, so it was interfering with the structure.

"Ugh..."

Just at that time, I hear a groaning voice behind my back. Kyosuke looked back hah.

"White Horse, are you awake!?

"Ugly...?

The corner of the unicorn's white horse, while slightly relaxed, woke up its large body and stood up with four legs. Though it is only with a fling, the footprint is surprisingly firm. In the meantime, the corpses were approaching gradually.

"The other... them... the dog god...?

"You're the only one I've found. White Horse, can you move?

"Unique."

The risen white horse shook his head as he shrugged. Kyosuke avoids it a bit because the corners are swinging and dangerous.

White horses can move, which means we don't have to fight here.

Kyosuke's left arm tremor subsided. Touch the white horse with your left hand, holding the sword with your right hand. At that moment, the entire body of the white horse is wrapped in pale light and the wound is blocked. By circulating vitality with the life magic handled by the white horse and amplifying it with the power of Kyosuke, the slight but positive circulation of vitality is turned.

"It's easier. Thank you, Utsugi."

"Okay, okay. Then you can't stay long. Let's get out of here."

I run away already, keeping all that brave growling. Of course. Even Kyosuke is a waste of his life.

Miracles don't happen. I'm not going to bet on that.

"... Hey, white horse"

Kyosuke asked as she crossed the saddle of the white horse.

"What?

"Do you think we can snow in the desert?

Remember the rhetoric under the snow. I feel like I've read such a novel somewhere before. Can it snow in the desert?

She doesn't think she can do it when she says she can snow in hot blood mode. Miracles don't happen, and I can't. It was her word that seemed pessimistic. And now, in retrospect, even for Kyosuke, that's heavy.

"How silly are you to say this at a time like this?"

The white horse responded somewhat puzzled.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

It's gonna snow in the desert.

"Huh?"

"Some years ago, I was on the news that it snowed in Egypt. Seems like it's been decades."

Kyosuke gets pompous about the miscellaneous work that White Horse casually emits.

Oh, get off. What a dumb feeling even came up.

"Don't be silly! I'll bite your tongue!

"Whoa! I don't have a tongue!

A white horse's hoof kicks up the sandy beach. With the corpses' cursory movements, they quickly reached such a speed that they could never catch up. A few of the smaller demons, especially fast moving, get out of formation and chase them, but Kyosuke cuts off the whole thing first, remaining across the white horse.

Remaining individuals slowed down and unleashed attack magic. Looking at the small fireball, Kyosuke wields an even more demonic sword. An energy-wrapped sword body struck back the magic, landing a bullet on the beach and scattering a small explosion.

Will it snow in the desert? Kyosuke was repulsing the words of the white horse earlier.

So will miracles happen after fulfillment?

At this moment, at this time, the white horse woke up. This is too tiny a coincidence to call it a miracle, but thanks to it Kyosuke can get rid of his predicament without fighting them.

Even if miracles don't happen, if such tiny coincidences overlap, will there be an impact equal to miracles?

Snow falls in the desert. Kyosuke re-gripped the pattern of the sword and turned it into certainty.

As it were, could we have defeated them if we had joined forces with Kyosuke Akagi? Maybe I can't. Ryoka snowed mocking herself. My arms must have trembled, my legs dull. I can't fight right now.

It was precisely at that time that I realized I was out of filter, seeing those pushing corpses and little demons. I shouldn't have been the one you could never fight, but fear first stood first. If it breaks my heart, I can't do it anymore. Kyosuke, you will protect yourself and the two white horses and make them fight.

I suggested running away, knowing it was no use.

If I had told her I was out of filter there, would Kyosuke have honestly run away with me? That's a no, too. I'm sure he tried to stay on that spot and fight while protecting the two of us.

Either way, Kyosuke alone can't beat that army. He will die or be captured. Desperate predictions dominated the mind under the snow. Then someone whispers in my heart that I should have stayed with him.

I felt a ruthless self getting stronger, pessimistic about the future. Has it actually been because of that filter that I've been playing bloody ever since I came to this other world, or will I?

Only when, under the snow, did he stop running on the sandy beach and walked slowly.

Can you keep walking back and rendezvous with your other classmates? Will you accept me for joining you? Will you acknowledge this nature? Will you forgive me for abandoning Kyosuke Akagi?

Denial (no), denial (no), denial (no). It's all 'denial (no)' that runs through your head. I can't make any optimistic predictions. All the bad possibilities surface. Miracles don't happen in the world, but unfortunate accidents can happen at any cost. It was filled with the possibility that my head was full of malice.

Love and courage are just fantasies.

Dreams and ideals will one day decay.

Miracles don't happen.

What the hell am I supposed to do when faced with this nightmarish reality? I don't know what to do now. Trying to line up all the questions, there's no answer. It's just that someone with bad sexual roots who nested in his head was whispering:

'I'm done. Give it up. "

The person is trying to hold himself in and just poke a ruthless “reality”.

If you accept it, it'll be easy. Because I'm tired of waiting for a miracle that doesn't even happen. Because if you keep having hopes that might come true, you're afraid of when you're betrayed. Isn't that what happened before? Perhaps, I am sure, the hope that we may all return together has been betrayed lightly by the death of Eagle Tail, or by this case of metastasis.

Then I'd rather not have expectations...

"Kiyi!"

In the ears beneath the snow that I was walking with, fu, I heard a tall scream. Ha, I'll give you a face.

A demon with bat feathers growing on his body dozens of centimeters long was about to stick a small spear into him from the front. It's the little devil (imp).

"Hih..."

I'm not catching up. Novice. Snow snowed screaming. The number of enemies is not one. The little devil was calling more and more of his companions as he made an uncomfortable squeal with Kiki. The number twitches.

Compared to earlier, it's still no big deal. But my feet were dull under the snow. There was a decisive fright in fighting. With rough breathing, the ambient atmosphere cools down more and more. Cold sweat freezes, stretches out his trembling arms, and manages to resist, he can put his strength into it.

"(Molecular motion... into the void realm... Ah, frozen rays...)"

A little light from his fingertips drew a slightly unreliable trajectory and landed on the rock behind the little demons.

"Eww...... haha......!

The little devils laughed at Kissi.

I feel despair stroking my cheeks softly. It's over. Give it up. Don't hold out on bad hope. Because if you can't do it and reach for the ideal, it must just be painful. Ryoka's pessimism under the snow comes here with obsessive notions.

Several little demons struck under the snow simultaneously with spears. Soon as he turned his body around to escape, one of the spears stabbed her through the chest. It was snow, not blood, that leaked out of my mouth.

A snowwoman is a piece of ice that doesn't lead to fatal injuries where she's stabbed through the chest. But a severe pain like never felt before struck the brain stem directly. Two or three more while the pain paralyzes the movement of the body, and the spear pierces the hands and feet.

Oh, apparently, it's really over. Snowflake laughed. Maybe I've been waiting all this time, just for this moment. Let go of all the lukewarm hopes and let yourself be entrusted only to the reality you can feel, the moment.

Snow Nose closed his eyes. Will I be killed from now on? Or will they take you to your blood clan and do something worse? I don't know, but now, I don't care. It's easy not to have hope.

But the brutal reality did not condone her despair when it was so easy.

"Snow Noah!!

I hear voices, eyes open all the time. A hoof kicked down the beach and a skeleton across the unicorn was seen storming this way with a sword.

"Ki!?

The little devils show agitation. Skeleton - Kyosuke waved his sword and cut off the nearest little devil first.

Then the white horse smashes the agitated little devil with his forefoot. Then several of the remaining bodies screamed and scattered. Kyosuke never followed it, and looked back under the snow to pull out the spear that stabbed her body.

"White Horse, can you cure magic"

"Oh, I got it."

The horns of the white horse emit a pale glow, enveloping under the snow. For the sake of familiarity or even if the activation procedure is omitted, the Healing Light (Healing Light) was activated firmly.

A crack in my hand, an empty hole in my chest, etc. clogs instantly. The snowflake repeatedly breathed roughly, glaring at Kyosuke.

Appreciation, I guess. But really, that word doesn't come out of the mouth under the snow.

Before this one said anything, Kyosuke said it first.

"Miracles may not happen, but you're in time to help. Under the snow."

………

"I'm not giving up. Even if reality can't be overshadowed, I'm still sorry to give up."

Kyosuke made it clear that the white horse was proudly nodding behind him: 'It's snowing in the desert'.

The feeling of how you can be so positive and how you are so frustrated is fighting in your heart. Do I want to have hope or not? No, I already know more or less. I just want to let go of hope and make it easier.

Kyosuke remains with his sword and is alert to his surroundings. When I got off the saddle of the white horse, I now forced the snow under it, halfway to the saddle. The white horse looked happy.

"... what about that big crowd?

"I've shaken it off and run away. So if you're bringing it, they'll catch up to you. Let's hurry."

Exactly, is it a decision that you can't ride two white horses that had fallen earlier? Instead, Kyosuke had her left arm perfectly on the neck of a white horse. This is to activate the "characteristic amplification" effect at all times.

I tried to leave the scene immediately, but inadvertently, I could hear it sounding like a ground. Bikun, and the white horse make his neck jump.

"Bad, Utsurugi. That's him."

"When?

"He's the King of the Necromancer. They attacked us. They were all mixed up."

"What..."

King of the Necromancer, I didn't know for a moment what that meant under the snow. But I remember right away. It's a huge undead monster that was in the dungeon at the beginning of the transfer and was preventing us from marching underground. It is also the first obstacle that stood in the class.

At the time, Snow Nose was part of the exploration team, but had never dived that far into the lower levels and had not met the King of the Necromancer.

Within doing so, the ground sounds closer and closer. Kyosuke groaned, "Come on," then jumped behind the snow, on the saddle of the white horse.

"Whoa!?

"Geez."

"Sorry white horse, under the snow. If I walk, I get caught up. Can you run!"

"The horseman is absurd - damn it!!

When the white horse screamed and then hissed, he began to run all the way down the beach at once.

"You were out of filter under the snow."

Keisuke whined about that while holding the reins with one hand.

"... so?

"No, you could have told me otherwise."

If I had, I would have said so, and I would have given you another extra care. You are.

Snowflake tried to do such evil, swallowed it.

"I don't know,"

The conversation between the two doesn't last that long, and a white horse comes in between.

"Under the snow, Imechen or amnesia?

"I've been acting before. What do you say, Whitehorse? Disillusioned?

"That's a hard place. Both are good!

He was an honest man.

From the rocky wasteland, the giant slowly shows up. At a height of ten meters in length, two skeleton-like faces burst out of nowhere. The snow snow is small and breathtaking. That is the King of the Necromancer. There are no eyes in the recessed orbits, and they are imprisoned by the feeling of freezing to the soul.

Around the Necromancer King, the earlier little demons floated with a giggle of xyxy. They probably brought them in. I can catch up with you like this. The white horse's breath was rising.

"Hey, get me down"

Snowflake suggested.

"Don't be silly!

Naturally, Kyosuke drank it.

"I'm not stupid. I would be heavier than Utsurugi-kun. I'd rather have two help than one help."

"It's not like this is good if it's more or bad if it's less!

"Then what are you saying?"

"I don't want you to die!

Out of the question. Nothing, even though I knew I didn't mean it that way, I couldn't return the word at that moment.

Under the snow, slightly lower your gaze and squeal.

"... Princess Shui will be angry."

"You'd better abandon the snow, Rin will be angry."

"You're in a good position on people's backs."

The white horse took evil while letting him breathe out.

"Sorry, white horse. I don't want you to die because you're with me."

"Thanks!

Nothing, I'm not dying where I'm stuck. Even so, Kyosuke will still not listen. Even while he is doing so, Shinji, Shinji, and the Necromancer King pack the distance. I found Kyosuke biting his teeth. In a little while, this one will be within the range of the six barbaric swords erected by the King of the Necromancer.

Kyosuke set up her sword and jumped off the saddle of the white horse.

"What are you going to do!?

"Stopped! I'm not going to die!

"It's not gonna change! Aren't you stupid!?

"If so -,"

The sand and dust that the white horse has just kicked up dances through the universe. Kyosuke kept her back pointed this way, and continued.

"Help me not to die. That's the only way."

"Become...!

"The filter's out, too, and it's painful to ask you, pessimist... fight me if you can't! If you don't want me dead! Even if you can't change the reality, at least about your own mind, change it!

What a selfish one. On the saddle of a stopped white horse, Ryoka under the snow flashed.

It was a hell of a story to give extra care. You don't know how hard I feel about this one, what can I say flat out, like that? Moreover, Kyosuke bravely and resolutely slashes this support into the king of the Necromancer without questioning the fine dust.

No, I'm not sure you have cover. I'm sure he won't be able to do it anymore. Kyosuke Akagi is a poor skeleton on his own, and he only has as much to do as he stops.

"What do we do? Under the snow."

White Horse asked.

"I can fight...... You can't fight...! Keep it up, guys, lose...!

Mouth to mouth, Snow Nose pounded his teeth tendingly. Everybody lose, get caught. I don't like that.

I don't like it.

Ryoka under the snow was clearly aware. I don't like it when you deny your ideals and hopes, try to cast a hopeless, pessimistic future at it. I don't want to die, I don't want to see it terrible, and if I can, I don't want someone else to have it.

Effort and guts do not bear fruit.

Love and courage are just fantasies.

Dreams and ideals will one day decay.

Miracles don't happen.

No matter how pessimistic you are about the future, if you can't tolerate that reality.

Under the snow, slowly descended from the saddle of the white horse. In front of me, Kyosuke Akagi is desperately fleeing the savage knife of the Necromancer King. With just a few mistakes, he is slapped from his head with a barbaric knife and dies. I could imagine such a future under the snow.

The reality, Snow Nose rejects. The idea had to be broken. I had to smash the peace of despair. In my heart, I had to twist down the cold nature that kept screaming for me to give up.

It had a lot of work to do.

The battle needs a mask, he said. Snow snow suddenly breathed in.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Dreams and ideals cannot be fulfilled. Still, at least keep praying and screaming so that only the heat of your heart becomes real.

If you wish, life. Burn. Play it. Melt the ice in your heart and show it to me.

Sunflower in the winter snow mountains and show them snow in the desert!

Just once. Just once. At least this fight is fine. Lay down your weak self in despair, pessimistic of everything and spitting out hope. If reality doesn't cover you, at least flip something in you, everything, front and back clean!

Hot enough to freeze! Cold enough to burn!

"Molecular motion, entering the void realm......! Negative, one trillion, 20 million degrees!

Shaking off absolute zero degrees, the cold air produced under the snow kicked in every physics.

And it's from here that we cover everything up. The real miracle comes from here!

"Vulnerability inverted! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!

"Utsurugi, no, no! Back off, hey!!

The white-horse scream was close to screaming. What, I thought Kyosuke looked back behind her, and she was stunned.

That was a more unrealistic sight than snowing in the desert. A sun-burning fireball appears at the tip of the right hand raised by the snowwoman, wearing a disappointing white outfit. It burned the sand, and the little devils crushed their eyes and crashed.

The snowwoman who supports the fireball is just Ryoka under the snow. Kyosuke was about to be seen in jeopardy. Kyosuke rushes to retreat, but the Necromancer King does not allow it. Kyosuke, with her back turned, found that the barbarian knife would be swung down.

"Roar! Mine! Trillion Wow! WOW WOW WOW!

Snowflakes emit fireballs with screaming. The sun swept through the ground and swallowed the body of the Necromancer King as it scorched the surrounding ground. Kyosuke only had the feeling of plundering intense heat behind her, and shortly thereafter, one loud arm fell with the roar.

"Whoa!?

To the shock from behind, Kyosuke accidentally fell forward. Turn around, there is only a great burning and grueling ground there, and no trace of the presence of the King of the Necromancer remains fine dust. The little demons had evaporated in an instant, without even leaving their remains.

"Yes, a trillion degrees...? Seriously...?

Words like that leak out of my mouth by accident. No, there was a mix of feelings that if it was really a trillion degrees, I wouldn't be sorry for this, but it's fantasy.

Under the snow, he drips waterfall-like sweat from his skin all over his body, kneeling on one knee as he emits hot air. She did it. Probably in this earthen pit, overcoming the filter loss and expressing Phase 2 abilities. That fireball must be the right thing to do, the inherent ability reached under the snow.

"Under the snow!"

Kyosuke calls her name and runs over.

The sweaty snowwoman smiles when she sees Kyosuke. Standing up to lean against the body of the white horse, Snow Nose gently offered his right arm to Kyosuke,

As much as I wanted, I hit him in the face with my fist.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!

To an unexpected shock, Kyosuke's head soars with a startling scream. There was a skeleton chasing desperately the skull that gobbled down the beach.

"Neat"

"Good for you."

White horses hammer you with tired voices.

"What are you doing, Utsurugi? Let's hurry. There's a whole bunch coming after us again, isn't there? I'm so sorry for being such a pain."

That said, Snow Nose started walking on the beach with Stasta. Kyosuke puts the skull she picked up over her neck, and then rushes over to the white horse and asks in a whisper.

"Has he gotten any worse in character...?

"Oh, that's a good snowflake!

"Oh yes..."

Are you a pessimist, a bloodthirsty girl, or just a sexually vicious woman? I don't know, I don't know anymore.

but I guess one of them isn't her face. Bad personality, pessimistic bloodthirsty girl. Apparently, that's the kind of daughter Ryoka is under the snow. Kyosuke decided to relieve herself knowing that she had first removed her predicament and that one of the problems in her seemed to have been solved.

How did you reconcile pessimism and bloodthirsty aspirations within yourself? I also decide to ask if most of it cools down.

"What are you both doing! I'm not in the mood! It's hard work and guts!

Kyosuke wondered if the character was just bluffing, but I didn't feel like saying anything more because the white horse is something that whines, 'Oh, I'd love to snow under it'.

"I knew they were involved..."

The adventurer Lesbon sighed as he watched those three from the shadows of the rocks.

"I had a bad feeling about talking unicorns."

"What do you want to do?

"I don't care what you do... You saw that, right? That fireball. Plus, I promised I wouldn't do it again."

I shrug my shoulders at Philhana's words. Lesbon was cut off his arm and turned into a ship's arm, but that skeleton doesn't have an extreme grudge. You can thank me enough for missing my life.

Skeleton is not currently working with the example slime. Apparently, he's poor on single rides, and I also feel like he could win if he attacked there, but Lesbon didn't want to be too aggressive in doing so.

Those two red eyed adventurers are so frigid. I didn't really want to trust you, to be honest. He won't tell me in detail, but I'm also concerned that Philhana will be more vigilant if she does.

"That's right, and what's that big fat ass that Yukionna knocked down? If a monster like that lives there, you could see more."

"That's a replica of" King of Death ”. It's artificially made."

To Philhana's words, Lesbon clenched his neck.

"Replica? God's?

"They say they're also studying at the Imperial Magic Academy. However, the King of Death piece is not kept in the Imperial capital, so I guess that means by some means that there are those who have the King piece in their hands."

"I know more about you."

"General education."

Whatever it is, it's really starting to stink of kina. Speaking of Wang Pian, it's a mythical war-era relic whose personal dealings are forbidden. There are people who bring that up and make replicas of God and make them attack the monsters who speak the language. In itself, it highlights the anomaly of the situation.

Again, those are the two things that come to mind. They might as well not trust.

"So, what do you do?

Philhana looks up at this one.

"As far as I'm concerned, I think you should make contact with them. They're after me like they have a piece of the King. If we get the information right, we may be able to return safely, too, with the asylum of the Empire."

And even if you say so.

Lesbon scratched his head as he dropped off three odd ones heading back towards the green space along the coast.