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

The first to notice the anomaly was Carle, the executioner.

Executioners are, for the most part, abhorrent as cheap businesses.

But Carle was proud of his work. Because it's a job someone has to do.

And in a public execution, the executioner is a hero. It was still comforting to work in the midst of all the cracking cheers.

Carle is not interested in politics. People on the clouds are just doing retarded things, they think.

So when I heard that the subject of the execution was the Queen of the former king and the daughter abandoned by the former king, I didn't think anything in particular. I'm sure killing this parent and child means something to someone somewhere. Same as usual for Carle, just a job request.

Drop two guillotines, and that's it. That was supposed to happen.

I almost missed hearing it because of the cheer, but Carle noticed a strange noise right under her feet.

The body of a girl whose neck was dropped. The shackles that were supposed to hold it in the execution bench are bouncing off.

Has it broken?

... No, it's not.

The body, which should have lost its neck, slowly began to rise.

I did everything in my power to remove the restraint. It's a hell of a force.

Seeing this anomaly, Carle did not panic, but quickly laid his hands on the execution axe he was carrying.

Carle's main job is to decapitate death row inmates with an execution axe. From an early age, the skill planted in my father has already reached the realm of circle ripeness after thirty paths.

Recently, Guillotine has also been used in Ciel-Teira and the chances of waving her arms have diminished rarely, but she still carries an axe to cope with the occasional undead.

The resurrection of a dead-end prisoner with thoughtless thoughts as a zombie-like lower undead on the spot exists with the irresistible frequency of rare things.

It's also Carle's job to finish when that happens.

- Totally...! That's why I told you to call the clergy properly!

In my heart, Carle is poisoned.

It is the official practice by clerics to clean up the place before execution and to mourn death row inmates. It is also to avoid generating undead.

But the knights did not allow it, and dismissed Carle's opinion. It's out of the question that I'm going to mourn you because you're going to kill a national bandit, and I've told you that it's not enough to do everything you can to blasphemy.

This is a bad idea. Carle, who can make you wear butt plush, is not a hoarding thing.

Still, Carle didn't suspect that the undead would perish with the blow of his axe.

A shaken axe hits a moving corpse, until that moment.

It was an odd response like axing the ground.

- What...!?

Even though it was a full swing at all costs, the blow of the execution axe that even dropped the big man's neck only shallowly mutilated the girl's body.

And Carle saw.

Where the girl's skin, which should have been scratched and worn out, glows while she looks at it.

The silver hair of the bosom that grows from the neck dropped with guillotine is a beautiful silver glow.

"Hey! Something's wrong! Hey!!"

Carle screamed. Towards the knight on the execution bench who is barking, "Justice Has Been Done" or "A New Dawn" in cheer.

Carle's voice cannot be reached by a knight who is shouting in the midst of a loud noise. After yelling back a few times, the knight finally looked back loudly.

At that time, it was all too late.

No, that's just what Carle thought then, and it was all too late from the start.

Scarlet flashes ran, guillotine was cut (...) (...).

The blade-mounted rail is broken, trisected and poured around the execution bench.

The scream went up. Looks like a few of them were underlayed.

But I wasn't looking down there. Not only Carle, but most of the crowd was in that condition.

I watched with my mouth open.

Something floating on the execution bench, something that shouldn't be...

- What the hell is that? What the fuck is that!?

A girl on death row was floating in the universe. She descends on the frame of the chopped guillotine.

My neckless body grabbed my long silver hair and held my own neck. On the other hand is a bright red sword from the tip to the pattern. It also seemed to have shredded a huge gem, and blood had taken its shape. Did you mutilate the guillotine with that?

The crowd was listing, 'Death to the traitor!' A transverse section rolls up in the flutter and wind to cover the girl's body. She wrapped it around like a jacket and hid her worn underwear.

A knight without a neck. But what to say.

Carle had an idea about the undead.

- Durahan......!?

That was a high-ranking undead that couldn't possibly have come from an execution site.

He has the power to make 'curse prophecies' that cause people to die, and is also a mighty warrior. The level at which a veteran adventurer party can finally deal with one.

I've never even heard of Durahan, who looked like a young girl...

But that Durahan (tentatively) went further than Carle predicted.

With her sword poked at the crowd from the air, she chants something with the bumps.

By the time Carle realized it was a magical chant, she had tied the chant.

"Doom Wind (Descloud): X (Cross)" Live Absorption (Energy Drain) ".

Combined Smelting Magic (Assembled Spelling) …… "Blasphemy Communion (Ibir Sacramento):"

Flat, that's what she said in a tone that made officials read the paperwork pale. Carle was wary of how different the voice of a child could be without any emotion.

It was magic Carle didn't know about, but I found out that was offensive magic.

Because something popped out of the sword burst in the middle of the crowd, and later only the body remained.

"Huh...?

Carle didn't know at first what happened because so many people died so easily.

Dhoo... and he made a powdery noise, and the red and black mist blew up to a certain extent like blood, and the people who were in it were turning into dried corpses while standing.

A human skin was affixed to the skeleton, lined with dozens of things like clothes. They were eventually powerless and fell on the cobblestone of a mess with snow.

"Ahhhhhhh!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

The surviving crowd screamed and fled simultaneously. He kills at the exit of several squares, kicks each other down, crushes each other, and bumps into the rear spectator who is still there without knowing what happened. Those who fell into some clap were trampled as-is and turned into a bloody meat mass.

"Hmm. This is magic..."

Hearing the overhead girl squeal, Carle felt bloody.

For her, this was just to see what she could do. It's the same as Carle doing a bare gesture before work to make sure his shoulders are in good shape.

That's all, dozens, if you do poorly, triple-digit humans died.

"Next time, let's try the sword"

A girl standing in the universe looked directly underneath.... To be precise, I pointed down at my neck, which I grabbed in my left hand.

After that too calm and enjoyable gaze, Carle felt paralyzed.

On the 14th night of his first decapitation, Karle continued to vomit crying overnight, not withstanding the heavy pressure of killing a person, even though the other person had died and was a natural and heinous serial killer.

But how about this girl? I can't help but think of all those dead people out there. On the contrary, it seemed like fun. Or is this something called undead?

- No, I can't. This is a monster. There's nothing I can do about it...!

At the end of the girl's gaze is about Carle with a few knights who have pulled the two prisoners on death row.

The knight, who was waving a hot valve from the top of the execution bench, was about to finally pull out his sword with his trembling hands.

Almost simultaneously with Carle putting up an execution axe. A girl danced with a kick in the universe.

A bloody red sword wields in early work that is not even in your eyes. The sword moves were as light as dancing.

In front of Carle, the knight was dismantled standing.

A knight's body slashed into pieces of armor fell on the snow with a chimp.

"Damn......!

I didn't think it was going to work anymore. Carle turned his back on the girl and jumped off the execution bench.

But the tip of the red sword crossed Carle's vision like that.

By the time he realized that his neck had been mowed from behind, Carle's neck had left his body and danced through the universe like a bow kicked up by a child.

- I see. Is this how you feel about being decapitated...

Carle's consciousness fell into the darkness as he looked down at his body just by his neck, stuck in the snow.