Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

The world changes so that the writing of the play collapses.

The room, which had barely kept a minimum of sanctity, was filled with blood.

The intricately embroidered carpet was just as beautiful as it was before, but if you notice, there was a huge amount of blood and an organic object like a fragment of an organ that wasn't dry yet.

On top of that stands a pale, transparent figure.

The cavalrywoman who was supposed to be heading for reconnaissance, Yoshisa.

The rain gear and the leather armor beneath it were torn and wrapped around the body, and the tight abdomen was chaotic as if it had been dug back, and the blood that had fallen was dyed bright red on the lower body of the spirit.

Sensual lips glow in poisonous red by the blood they vomit.

"Yoshiza-san!?

"Ahhhhhhh!

Along with her frenzied screams, she attacked Wilfred.

Wilfred's hands cut through the sky naturally, and his bloody supple fingers tangled into Wilfred's throat.

Like a giant beast's rush, it was an incredible force.

Wilfred is pushed down on the floor without any resistance and is forced to assemble.

"It's dangerous here... I'll look into it... let me know... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I hate it! Help me, help me!I'm sorry!!

"Gu... haha..."

Long Sa distorted her face in pain and apologized as she cried.

Her confused breath ran into Wilfred's face with a thick smell of blood.

----Before suffocating... my neck is lifted...!

Tightening her neck, her hands are terribly powerful and she has no hesitation.

Now, if the opponent was born, we could deal with it with the martial arts of Samurai, but whether we try to shake it off or kick it up, Wilfred's hands and feet went through the spiritual body of yearning in total vain.

The bones burst. I feel the signs of avoiding meat.The word 'death' overwhelms my mind.

At that time.

Wilfred's vision was instantly dyed pure white with a lightly mechanically driven sound that was out of place.

"Ahhh!

"... haah!Whoa, whoa, whoa! Oops!

I lost my longing hand.

Immediately, Wilfred twisted his body and stood up rolling.

Longing Sa was in agony and holding her face down.

"Catherine, what are you doing now?!

"This is it!

Catherine had a brass box.

It ejects steam like a whistle.

"Chrome Shooter?

Yes, it is.

I think Catherine said during the trip that the malevolent caretakers had given them a goodbye present.

"The undead of the spiritual system hates light in general.Even so, the evil spirit was following us by visual inspection, so I wondered if it would be effective if dazzled..... "

Oh yeah, the flash function!

Even if it is luxurious in the color cage (chrome shooter), it has the function of emitting flash light at the moment of shooting so that it can shoot in the dark.

By exposing the light from close range, Catherine frightened her longing.

"Damn, I should have bought one with a flash."

"Well, here!

Catherine took a rod-shaped object out of the item pouch and handed it to Wilfred.

Featuring a wild leather grip and boneless brass screws, it is a cylindrical portable illuminator that is also used by the Federation.

By converting the power section, both steam power and magic stone power can be used.

"You can switch on and off with the switch at hand."

"Okay."

Wilfred soothes his breath and confronts his loosely rising yearning.

I'm not holding a love blade, I'm just holding a lighter.It's a thinner weapon than a full waist.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... it hurts... no more..."

As she raised her voice close to sobbing, the bloody yearning saga waited for Wilfred.

- Not yet. Unless you take damage from light, but if your eyes are just dazzling, don't let them get used to it.

Wilfred set up the illuminator with the lights off and carefully distanced it with his strut sliding feet.

"Ahhhh... ahhhhhh!!

I couldn't stand it anymore.

--Pull, pull, pull closer....

With the scream, she rushes in and his hand tries to touch Wilfred's throat.

"It was here!

"Kyaaaaaa!

A flash from a close range was thrown into Saga's face.

Military illuminators are dazzling from the opposite side.Not to mention from the front.

Longing Sa looked up a lot, rolling around the floor (because it is a spiritual body, it has nothing to do with the floor, etc.) and suffered anguish.

"Now, Catherine!

Yes!

The two of them jumped out of the bloody room in the gap where she could no longer move.



"Hah, hah, hah..."

They rolled into the cafeteria of an unmanned inn and sat down under the shade of stone.

Fortunately, no one else has found us since we escaped the temple.Conversely, it's creepy.

Wilfred took off his wet, frozen boots and poured healing potions directly on his feet, which were about to become unpleasant because of the cold.

I felt painful and burnt, but I was proud of Samurai, and I ate my teeth and put up with it.

"Goddamn it... maybe it was a mistake to split up."

"I should have gotten a call sign (Caller) from Mr Lee in winter.If you're a kid, I think you have a caller. "

"Do you think the evil spirits will come when you call out loud?

"I guess...."

There was no way to get in touch, and the Imperial soldiers and I had no idea where each other was.

I accidentally discovered a way to deal with the evil spirit that came under attack, and I can't tell you how sorry it was to be exposed to light.

If I succeeded, I could have attacked Imperial soldiers and others who were hiding nearby, but now I have no choice but to pray for safety.

"Yoshiza-san, what the hell is going on..."

Remembering her who was supposed to be alive until now, and considering the difference with her unusual appearance, confusion, sadness, and fear still become, wrapped up in Wilfred like a black moya.

"... surely, if we had been killed there, we would have been the same as Yoshiza-san."

The voice is heavy, but Catherine's analysis is faint.

The number of undead is generally increasing.

Undead bodies and ghosts remain the next Undead ingredient.

This is mostly due to the power of the undead manipulator.

― ― Siel-Teira landscape.And undead.....

Who created and manipulated the undead in this strange world?

Some people are associated with the situation.

Perhaps Catherine is thinking the same thing.

But it's like, "Why are you here?The question arises.

"Mr. Wilfred, can you hear any music?

"Music?"

Catherine said something strange.

She puts her hand to her ear and tries to hear something.

But Wilfred could still hear the silence of death that hurt his ears, except for the wind that blew into the winter sky.

"Is this an orgal...?It's kind of sad and nostalgic.... "

"No, I didn't... um, I learned how to listen during Ninja training."

Wilfred killed the footsteps and slipped out of the dirt.

Cold winds sometimes resonate in the snowy sky.

I can't hear Orgol, and I can't hear screams from anywhere.

However, when I heard it clearly, I felt like I could hear someone's voice somewhere far away, like a groan and sobbing.It was faint enough to be mistaken by the wind, and even if it was mistaken, the sound of orgor could not be mistaken for fancy.

"Hmm? The sky is a little brighter, Mr. Catherine."

Wilfred noticed by looking up at the sky.

In the dark sky, which was just completely black, there was only a little whiteness.

"... it's true.I thought it was a world of nights without a concept of time. "

"At dawn, it may be safe until the next night.

Let's wait until it gets brighter. "

To be honest, Wilfred was quite relieved.

Any harsh situation can be endured when the end is seen.

Even if more suffering awaits after that.