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

The city of Eltarev in western Siel-Teira is a medium-sized city in the heart of Count Keeley's territory.

The city spreads around the castle house where the Count lives, and further surrounds it with walls.

At sunset time, even so, the downtown Ertough was still somewhat bright.

Jumping Fish Pavilion, one of the taverns on the street where drunkards and wild dogs wander. Four adventurers occupied the tavern, which was marked "Closed Today".

"Nightpython hey......"

A woman in a modified monk's uniform takes a liquor-smelling sigh as she puts liquor on her cup, which has been emptied. One finger had a long pixel pinched in it.

She's about thirty miles away with a slightly sluggish vibe throughout. Sexy crying me and red lipstick like blood catches my eye.

She is wearing white and dark blue monk clothes, but her skirt is heavily torn apart and slits made while decorating everywhere with metal colour accessories. A common sense monk (Priestess) would never dress like that.

Slumpy elbow poked at the table, she kept drinking cigarettes in her pinch.

Her name is Deanna. He is a Class IV (guard) adventurer working in this city and a member of the party "Dragon's Throat”.

"The main office is somewhere else."

"Yes, there are networks all over the country, so you can't destroy one lord when he moves."

In response to Deanna was a man drinking while wearing thick armor. Featuring a round-cut head, he is only disappointed by his body, but he is about average tall and is also a little under-pierced as an avant-garde.

For wearing heavy armor, I may not see enough piercing because of the light atmosphere somewhere.

He's Hugh. Dragon's Throat Shield (Tank).

A man who had a bone-baked grilled meat nodded at the questionable words of Deanna and Hugh.

"The Count doesn't want to go that far. Anyway, I'm going to beat them out of my territory."

He's a big, dog-faced man wrapped in scorched brown fur with a muscular giant. Ears are present overhead in a triangle.

Needless to say, I'm not human. It is a kind of beast man named Kobolt.

He is the leader of the Dragon's Throat. It is the Benedict of the Warrior (Fighter).

"I hope nothing happened now..."

"It has to be now. The Count had already moved all the way for the Night Python Exclusion. But I don't know what's going to happen to my country. Things may change and you won't be able to move, so before you do, you have to settle for the plan."

"I see."

The owners of this tavern and Benedict were friends, and today, the holiday, they were renting the tavern as an op room for the party. Alcohol and food are consumed on their own with late payment.

What they were talking about was a series of measures being taken by Count Keeley, the lord who governs the city and the surrounding area, to exclude the criminal organization Nightpython.

Benedict seemed to have heard that it was finally a big deal.

"So, our job is as pre-diagnosed. In the meantime, I mean the Count's security."

"Leader. This. Come on... Are you sure you don't want to contract?

Deanna's eyes in the color of the night sky glimpse Benedict. Is the liquor spinning? I'm a little sleepy.

"It's fine with me. But this is the most dangerous thing..."

"I don't care, me"

What broke into Deanna's words was the girl who was well behaved eating baked fish.

"That's what adventurers do."

Slowly wavy, long-length blonde hair to the shoulder. Cherry cheeks in vine-colored eyes. Dark hooded robes look a little big and wild.

She's the last of the Dragon's Throat, Iris. He is a genius magician (wizard) who is only 11 years old and is a Grade IV (guard).

Deanna seemed dissatisfied with the Illis continuing her meal with a clear face.

"... I don't think I disagree with you when Illis comes."

"I don't even think I care about Iris."

Benedict shook his head to excuse himself.

"Are you sure, Iris?"

"Deanna, I'm a Class IV adventurer just like everyone else."

"Right... right"

"And what would happen to Catherine if I wasn't here?

Count Keeley's family are mostly knights and adventurers. Even his wife is a former monk (Priestess) and has some magic. The most defenseless of them all was my daughter Catherine, who will be 11 this year.

If Nightpython were to make threats or reprisals, she would be the one at high risk of being targeted. That's what I care about as an Earl.

The Count has requested a "Dragon's Throat” escort. Among them was that Iris would become Catherine's shadow fighter.

Deanna almost said something, but it looked like she swallowed it.

"Okay, well, that's good. But be careful not to imitate danger. Anyway. Four of us, I don't think we can beat the majority of our opponents. Because they're a big organization, and they've decided to use as many dirty hands as they want, like Gero."

"Yeah, sure."

"Then I'll let the Count hear back tomorrow."

Seeing that Deanna also agreed to it with disapproval, Benedict closed the conversation.

But here, Hugh raises his hand gently as he tilts the jock with one hand.

"Leader, that's enough for this one, but I think I'll be here forever, courting the Count."

"Mm..."

"Don't be dissatisfied with the Count's work. Don't give me any money.

But we don't have much work to do here at the right level. I'm not on an expedition to find work every once in a while. Go somewhere where there's a lot of better work for me. "

The Adventurer Guild Branch of Ertuff is formerly tightened throughout Count Keeley's territory.

That size, it's not very big.

When it comes to class IV (guard) parties, as an adventurer, it's middle class.

Taking away requests (quests) for junior adventurers like eliminating sewage giant trats is also ill-suited and, most importantly, unproductive.

But in narrow Count territory, it is difficult to say if a request (quest) that is just right for a class IV (guard) party occurs constantly. For this reason, the "dragon's throat flute" may have made money from expeditions to the neighboring realm and, in some cases, to the Wang capital.

Before becoming an adventurer, Benedict had a caution stick at Count Keeley's, and he has the grace and connections that he took care of at that time. I still received frequent requests for nominations from the Count due to that connection.

But it's also difficult to eat only at the request of the Count.

"That's not all, you're in danger of being in this country right now. For once, say that the civil war is over with the coup... what happens next. It's war with the Federation, isn't it?

"... I'll think about it. Let's conclude by the end of this job."

Benedict said, laying down his triangular ear.

Long-lasting caretaker Hugh is a quality thinker, and if there's anything sweet about Benedict's idea, he's going to blame it on him. Most importantly, it was Benedict who made the ultimate decision, 'even so', which is a rare occurrence.

"Over? Well, I'm going back to the inn first."

Illis, who was finished eating baked fish, stands up when he sees that the party meeting is now over.

"Shall I send it?

"I hope it's okay. Right around the corner, and..."

Illis takes the cane that was standing on the wall. It's a long wand with multiple gold rings like the sword.

"Even if someone tries to do something stupid comes out, because I would be paying back"

"... sort of"

Deanna smiled bitterly and blew a thin purple smoke out of her mouth.