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

That was a room with no windows.

The room, brilliantly illuminated by magic lights, deserves the designation 'office'.

Bookshelves packed with books and materials. A desk lined with writing instruments and materials. The more often luxurious leather chairs. All of them are brand new.

Not one of the conditioners is because it's not the Lord's hobby in the room, but simply because I haven't finished unpacking yet.

"Chief! Communications. He said he couldn't send reinforcements...!

"Right. Then this base will abandon and escape."

Derrick, head of Count Nightpython Keeley (chief), nodded carelessly when he heard reports of his men rushing into the room.

Derrick is a seemingly neurotic, forty ragged little man.

But the fruit of it is a magnificent and exuberant character, and ruthless towards those who oppose it. Those who know about Derrick never underestimate him.

And most importantly, it went from being strong in numbers to being an executive entrusted with a single area.

This is one of the mansions in the luxury residential district of the city of Voné.

In disguise as the trader had bought it, a base had also been built to be described as the territorial headquarters of the Night Python.

Actually, though, they've just moved here. Even so, Derrick, the chief, said he would abandon his base and leave.

The men who brought the report were wolfish when they heard Derrick's answer.

"Yes, okay? I just moved..."

"That 'fighting' is only a prerequisite for reinforcements coming. Otherwise, you can't win."

Derrick speaks pale. For him the battle is not psychology but calculation.

Night Python has a maximum of three warriors.

Udanosuke with katana that also cleaves the misril. Female assassin est good at handling disguises and dark utensils. Dwarf fighter Goddo that he has also beaten and killed a tiger, all three of whom are a thousand fierce men on one horse, and is said to be above the sixth grade (elite) if compared to an adventurer. If one of these had been borrowed, he would have kicked some elite troops or something like the little lord had finally sprained.

Families who have trained their bodies to the extreme will be able to draw strength via the circulation of biomagic, and will have power that transcends biological limits. Your body will be in a state of strengthening (buffing) magic on itself. Sometimes it is said that the flesh alone withstands the braces of the dragon and even beats the iron golem apart. And all the rods of caution were that which came into the land.

By contrast, there is no one that far in Count Keeley's gesture. If the Fourth Class (Guard) party, the "Dragon's Throat", were to come out, it might have been troublesome, but Derrick has already trapped the "Dragon's Throat” mage (wizard) Iris.

The "Dragon's Throat" could dramatically reduce its power and further restrict movement with hostages. Later, if the baton were to come to reinforcements, it would have won, but the request was rejected.

Upper management decided it was a better idea to keep depletion down than to win a local battle.

"To tell the truth, they even told me I could temporarily withdraw from Count Keeley's territory. That's why reinforcements don't come. It means run."

"... Really? I don't believe it."

"That's okay. Anyway, Count Keeley's territory is about to disappear."

Derrick laughs when he looks at his surprised face men.

This is just information flowing inside so far. That's what I learned because I'm Derrick, a Night Python executive.

"The relocation of the base to this city (Voné) in the first place was also due to the loss of Count Keeley's territory and the diminished importance of Eltarev. It's a city that means very little, except that it has the castle of the Count. Perhaps this is the center of the new territory.

Well, there's also the possibility of an absorption merger in the neighborhood. Then I'm demoted from the realm to the top of the city. "

"I can't believe you're demoted, no!

"That's okay. If that Stonehead Count disappears, he has eyes that will rise again. The Old Count is my garden."

In fact, Derrick didn't care at all about the possibility of demotion.

I know the tables and the back well about the area I was in charge of, and Derrick's own connections, not Nightpython's. You can't ignore Derrick's presence as long as he's in the organization.

For the same reason, I thought it was possible enough to recover from the loss of ground even if we pulled it out of Count's territory here and now.

"The Earl's gestures from Corga are coming this way. Tomorrow the Earl's gestures will be in Vonne.

Scratch the rest of them. I'm gonna run away with my ass all over tonight. Tell him to get away on his own. "

"Got it.... by the way, chief. what do you do with the kid the adventurer caught"

"Hmm? Right..."

Derrick, who was beginning to classify in his mind what he should have and run away from, what he deposits with his child's merchant, what he disposes of, what he can seize as he is..., is asked by his men to remind him of Iris.

Prepared for battle. Hostage of (...) captured (...) and (...), but what do you do when you run away without fighting?

"You got caught haunting the operation because you decided not to fight, so you got pointless...

Right, take it. If the adventurers come after us, they could be hostages, and in the "Kid" of "Woman (Female)" they are "Mages". Not a bad face either. If you don't need it anymore, you can sell it where you want to sell it. "

"It's easy to understand."

It was snow that night.

The creepy white snow spraying from the back of the black darkness is a creepy view that just makes it thin to watch. I feel like I can't get through this darkness forever.

Several horse sleds line up with surgically crafted magic lights so that no light can be seen from afar, and box-shaped passenger cars like carriages. More than 30 Night Python constituents flee through the old road, which few people pass.

In addition to cash, horse solids are loaded with some magic items, books and debt statements, expensive drugs (all illegal), etc. The constituents are boarding into such a large luggage gap, and then one hostage is being rolled.

"We're making sure it's safe up ahead. No demons, no travelers."

"Thank you"

A neighboring constituent serving as a scout reported through a small window of horsesoli, and Derrick, riding inside, responded.

The scourge of cold gear disappears again into the snow.

Everyone serves you in turn, but Derrick, who sits badly with his feet on his luggage, naturally does not participate in it.

I was staring into the darkness in the passenger car and calculating what I should do in the future.

"How far are we going?"

"For one thing, until the Count can't move, he lurks in a near-field tease. It may be cramped, but it's been about three months."

It was when Derrick said so.

"Then don't bother. I need you to take me to the big boss."

A voice came out of the luggage, and shortly afterwards, Derrick's riding horsesoli bounced off the inside.