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

The Siel-Teira diaspora had already entered the takeover of the Great Forest of Gausenfall, but so far the front-line base had not been moved from the rocky fortress built on the south side of the forest, in the territory of the Kingdom of Lugart.

I want to be careful until the Elves' fathers are powerless in the 'divine realm' of sleeping, and in any case, we need the suppression (...) eh (...) of the Kingdom of Lugart.

That said, the force was shifting from here to the forest side because it would break bones to cross the vast large forest to the northern front zone.

As such, a room in a rocky castle with a red rose flag is furnished with a bar with an adult atmosphere, not resembling a boneless and creepy fort.

Fluffy, textured, deep-sea wallpapers are lighted carelessly by magic lamp lighting that reduces the amount of light.

Beyond the counter of a single board, which was made by logging trees around it on its own, was a bottle of liquor-like liquid of unknown origin.

Naturally, it is not a place where the average soldier can enter and leave at ease, and only a small number of executives enter this setting.

Furthermore, the Augs cannot physically enter this place, and Lizardman wants to gather only his fellow countrymen. Most of the elves are still nowhere to come to places like this.

So it was only about Evelis and Tracy that came to this occasion, and recently Evelis began to teach alcohol (a terrible thing) to bring in the assistant and experimental beautiful boys.

At the corner of the counter, the black cat sleeps round.

Tracy, who was rocking her tight liquor as she stroked her from time to time, looked at the entrance with someone unexpectedly entering the room.

"Amma."

Light and colorful, like a fairy outfit... but there was a woman in a wounded and decaying martial arts outfit.

Glossy blue and black hair is doughed together on both sides of the head.

The skin was bleeding and pale, and the plaque affixed to her forehead hid the majority of her face, but even the only part where she could see the glimpse was the face of the girl.

Once a female fighter (grappler) Chelsea belonged to the Adventurer Party "Zero Jingxiang".

Torn to Udanoske and dead, she had been transformed into Kyonsie by Rene and Evelis.

"That's unusual, Chelsea. I can't believe you're here."

"Tracy."

"Go ahead, have a drink. You said you liked rice liquor, right? I rarely got it in Ciel-Teira, but it looks like you can get as much as you want because it's real."

Tracy took the cup from the inside of the counter on her own, poured alcohol on it and offered it.

Received, Chelsea scratches up the hem of the bill affixed to her face and mouths the liquor.

"What do you say?"

"... not drunk"

"Ma, that's right. Can't help it."

"You, too. I've been training against poison since I was a kid, so I don't get drunk with liquor like that."

"Yeah, but delicious things are delicious."

We both laugh a little.

As if nothing had happened.

For example, as if he had accidentally met at the Taylor-Louale tavern on the day of his arrival.

But of course Tracy knows that everything has changed.

"Is this the first time you've talked since this (...)"

"... right"

Chelsea and Tracy.

They were both top class adventurers in the Siel-Teira kingdom, and there was also interaction from that connection.

The person you've known for a lifetime is right there as a living corpse.

Besides, as a self that can be used by the same master.

It's the strangest story in the world.

During the long march, Tracy had been doing all the leading reconnaissance, including the surrounding crowd, and she was too busy before and after that to be anywhere else, so this was the first time she had talked to Chelsea, who was aware of her existence but undead.

But even assuming she was twisting her existence in a fundamental part, I felt unexpectedly that she was not degenerating.

"Is something wrong?

Tracy listened in anticipation of the timing she might want to hear.

Chelsea, who doesn't usually come to a place like this, showed up. Tracy had figured out if it was any problem or if she was in trouble.

"Once upon a time... I fought someone I knew when I was in the Canis Empire. A month ago, at that battle.

He said he wanted to protect me. "

Then I took a while and she talked pompous.

During his studies in the Empire, he fled the temple in the face of harsh abuse from his sister disciples.

She was out of the house at the same time as her mouth slammed, that she had no place to go home, and that she flowed to the snowy country as she fled.

That he was generally delightful and considered his fellow adventurers living an unwanted happiness.

I was just a little concerned in that, about my former brother who couldn't even say goodbye...

"... I seriously wounded him in the battle a month ago, but because he was alive... I think if the battle with the West Army intensifies from now on, he will come out again. So I was wondering...

Oh, it was simpler when I was alive. My world.

If you have a request (quest) and you have enemies to defeat, just hit them. "

Chelsea shook her head in good shape.

"Hard now?

"I'm happy. Very. I can serve the princess...

I'm so happy that I don't care about all my old buddies and old acquaintances. I was born for this, and I feel so destined that you died for this.

... Are you aware that you're saying things that don't make sense? But I don't even care if you're happy. "

She laughs as if it's hard to be happy.

In general, the undead are planted with absolute loyalty to the sorcerer who created them.

It is a sense of duty and happiness beyond reason for them to devote themselves to René and fight until they are finished.

You can never resist it, even if you understand it's a planted emotion.

"If the Red Boy is going to fight the Stone Pillow again, I won't hesitate to kill him. Sure.

That's a happy thing. I can help the princess.

It's just... I guess I would never have done that when I was alive. Think about it... Here's the thing, Moya Moya. "

With his poisoned hand over his head, Chelsea moved with a scratch.

It would be odd to realize that you are being manipulated.

In her case, Tracy wondered if she was clever enough to break that off and reopen it.

"Then why don't you at least draw Mr. Stone Pillow in with you and serve the princess?

Strong people are welcome, I'm sure. "

"Hehe... right"

Tracy said as she knew to rest, and Chelsea nodded as she knew to rest.

It's not that Tracy thinks Rene's going to lose either, she thinks about 'maybe she's going to win', but I doubt that things will carry the way they want.

- The other side is the Imperial Army. The princess is in full battle and it's going to be time to take action around the next battle.

The ability (story) is cracked in previous battles. I've already confirmed the 'charm' defense accessories and the increasing gear against the undead in the fort raid.

Maybe next time I come to stop the aug. The move reduced the number of corpses, and now the Princess Army leaves the cut in to Auga's heavy-duty infantry, so this is where you'll need it when it's in the field...

And then I wonder if they're going to plant something over there to keep me from being undead if they take a special combatant or an ace-class body.

It is not foreseeable that it will be a brilliant victory to win vividly and get the ace of the opponent.

Well, I can say that because I don't know what will happen when it comes to the future.

It would be acceptable to talk about yotai in booze seats.

"Hey. What does Tracy think? You didn't get undead like me though.

About the status quo... about the princess... "

Chelsea asked a question that seemed a little hard to say.

Her side also seemed to grasp Tracy's circumstances. He doesn't want to be here.

"I don't know, I honestly think it's fun.

The princess does terrible things, but the princess's enemies aren't necessarily good guys, are they? Even I feel painful watching that.

I just can't get rid of people's worlds.

You understand how princesses fight like this, don't you? Understandable, but unacceptable until the result. If we destroy the country or something, people who have nothing to do with it will be terrible. I don't think more people are going to see it too badly, do I?

Tracy replied unmistakably to the blemish as she alternated her hand gestures to increase her cuteness by about 20%.

"So I don't know what to say...... while I duly enjoy the status quo, pray that someone will stop the princess. No, it's irresponsible.

"Are you okay with me saying that with dignity?

"I'm absolutely obedient with my magic item tie, so on the contrary, I can say something grandiose and defiant, sir.

Whatever you think with your head, your body is absolutely obedient. "

With her breasts implanted with 'slave nucleus', Tracy reopens.

"It's not about being prestigious."

"I thought you were going to die soon, so you're getting used to having fun with all the good additions.

Uh, I mean, there was that thing. Talk about a witch extending my life.

Honestly, this is the future that I couldn't have had to follow. "

Laughing corny, Tracy drank out the liquor left in the glass.

I picked up my life with luck and accomplishment, so Tracy had decided to live with all her heart as long as she had life.

That is, just enjoy what you can enjoy and do what you think you should do.

"I just have to be. It's the princess who makes the flow, so we'll just drink alcohol if we ever get a mess in it."

"Right. Maybe."

"... by the way"

Tracy looks across the bar counter at a man standing with numerous bottles on his back.

Under moody lighting, an old gentleman's gool with a butterfly tie waved a silver shaker on a white shirt black vest.

Now what are you doing, Marshal of the National Army?

Alastair standing at the counter for some reason.

Tracy kept her mouth shut but it was the limit of her patience, wondering if she should be stuck.

"That's..." Do this sometimes until you find a replacement Ikeoji, "the General Staff said..."

"Witch, aren't you too free?

"The princess is well aware of that."

"Princess Nori, isn't it too good?

Alastair poured Shaker's contents into two cocktail glasses and let them slide on the counter in a chilling act.

A glass of reverse triangle filled with bright pale liquid stops perfectly in front of Tracy and Chelsea, respectively.

"Go ahead, dream for a moment"

"It's too sama..."

The black cat woke up and poked the glass a little with his nose, licking the droplets of condensation with a pepper.