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

The moon was hidden by the snow clouds, in the midst of a doomed dark night.

Raise the lights of the magic lamp, and the three horsemen drive down a path that is likely to be wiped out by snow.

It's a beast with big horns and rich white hair, like halfway between a silo bear and a deer. He is a horseman who has grown accustomed to something of a kind whose temperament is calm among demons called Wendigo. Suitable for action in the snow, much more stamina than horses.

Running Wendigo are three adventurers in cold clothes from the top of their gear. He is a member of the "Dragon's Throat" except for Illis.

"But strange, I thought it was an absolute jammer (jammer) once the reaction disappeared. Why 'd you solve it?

If you're traveling down an old, unseen road, you can use detective inhibition at will. "

"I don't know. You dropped it and broke it, didn't you? It's brittle."

Deanna and Hugh exchange their voices as they accompany Wendigo.

The three of them followed Deanna's exploration and followed her when they perceived that her personality was traveling down the Old Road.

Once we reached Vine, the exploratory magic stopped working. It was thought to be moving after a detection inhibition, and it was hopeless to find and catch up when this happened. However, after a short time exploration was carried out again, a reaction arose around the old road to the neighbor.

The three men used horsebacks for tracking almost all of their party assets. Fine horseback, but about three of them were scratched with the commercial capital Vonne.

And while it snowed, only three of us were running down the old road.

"Wait!"

Benedict, who leads the way, suddenly screamed and stopped Wendigo.

"What's up?

"The smell of blood..."

Deanna changed her blood phase to Benedict's words.

"Whose blood stinks!?

"Relax, it's a human man. Probably an adult... more than one."

Deanna takes a ho breath in the words that follow.

It doesn't seem to be Iris' blood for now.

But that only gives me a break. It is certain that there has been a bloodshed ahead of us.

"Iris...... please stay safe"

"Let's hurry. I can't see, so look for signs because I don't know what's coming out of nowhere."

Copy that.

"Needless to say."

Slow down just a little and the three ran out again.

But Deanna groans over Wendigo before she goes.

"... whoa...!

Deanna holding her chest. Wendigo, who felt the rider's anomaly, slowed down and the two remaining noticed how Deanna was doing.

"Deanna?"

"What's up?

Open the hand where Deanna was holding her chest.

Under the cold suit, the valley part of the monk's coat wrapped around his busty chest was covered with blood.

"Hey, there's blood..."

"Don't mind me, it's like that kind of physique...... oh no, no!

Pull out the knife like a tongue-in-cheek Deanna thought of something.

And I slit the chest of the monk's coat.

Benedict and Hugh were a little surprised by this. She has never tried to expose her skin to anything but her hands, left leg and face. He thought it was due to some sort of commandment because he said he would not show his skin to the men, Benedict and Iris as well.

The elegantly curved chest becomes dewy.

There were tattoos engraved like some of the magic formations. There was blood from it.

Jumping off Wendigo, Deanna walks around with a glimpse of the tattoo. And he pointed to the side of the road where the snow was piling up like it was.

"There's a bunch of dead people down here who haven't been around lately."

"Ha...? Oh, you know what I mean?

"Oh. That's what I'm talking about."

Abominably, Deanna unraveled what looked like a silver accessory that was wrapped around her arm.

Deanna's fingertips emit magical light. Then a silver runoff broke out, and it went up to a series of blades.

It had been split as several accessories, now a silver whip with long chains like barbed wire on a pattern imitating the Holy Mark.

When Deanna waves a silver whip over her head, the flighty light of the fireflies is drawn into the universe.

"[Sacred Qi Enhancement Mark (Boost Stigma)] Excitement (Activate) … [Sacred Light Arrow (Holy Arrow)]!"

Dozens of bands of light were emitted from the light marks of the silver whip.

An arrow of light depicting complex and geometric trajectories in the air pours down into a chunk of snow.

The glittering runoff was no longer like Light Falls.

With bouncing flying snow, the area turned bright white like a smokescreen cooked.

"Hey, what's the power now!? You had such magic!?

"Explain later! Anyway, look in here!

Benedict barks in the white snow smoke and Deanna yells back.

Strange things had been dug out from under the snow that Deanna had magically gotten away with.

Some things are mutilated, some are burnt horsesoli. The shipment was also unbroken.

There were a number of things that were once people. There were mutilated, fragmented bodies, carburized bodies, some seemingly intact but out-of-pocket with a distressed look.

... they all fold up and are trapped in clear giant ice.

It was like an amber trapped with bugs, or a bottleship, with a sight of tragedy trapped in the ice cubes.

"What is this guy...?

Benedict and Hugh keep an eye out, breathtaking.

With Deanna's magic, the ice cubes were partially cracked and crushed decomposed, but they were too big but mostly safe for it.

"Impossible. It's at least a level six magic user who can make something like this. Yeah, I don't think so."

Magic is conveniently leveled by mastery difficulty.

When it comes to level 6, it's the realm of leading magicians who have been blessed with talent and trained for years. Even court magicians will serve. Not on a level that's gobbling around.

"This body..."

"Probably the Night Python guys. I almost ran away from Vonne's base."

Earlier, Vonne's guards sensed a strange change in the Nightpython stronghold and stepped in, making sure it was a stuffed shell. Tomorrow, they hit the escape before the Earl's gesture arrived.

He was also accompanied by the "Dragon's Throat” in the forced investigation. Because of the interruption of Iris' reaction, he entrusted a great deal of hope that it might be hidden in some way.

With the discovery of Iris' reaction on the old road, I think it's what Nightpython is running away with Iris, and I've been chasing him... and this is the result.

"But who's going to kill Night Python?

No one can answer Hugh's question.

When Benedict climbed to the ice cubes, he smelled exposed corpses from a magically shredded cross section or watched from all over to see how they were doing.

"What's going on? This didn't die of ice magic. He's been ice pickled after he died."

"Why?

"I don't know. It doesn't even look like a preserved meal.... smell off, huh? If you just bury it, the dog or me can tell, but not if you're ice pickled.

The smell of blood was broken here. Deodorant may have been used as well. "

"But for what?"

Deanna looked around as she stroked around her eyes, but eventually shook her head.

"You've got the soul of a dead man. There is no sign of 'mourned' or 'purified'. Probably got blown up doing everything I could.

That's the guy. Isn't someone trying to hide the very fact that there was a killing here?

Not only visually, but also sense of smell and politely delude even psychosis. "

"That's what it's for. It's also like... knowing we're coming, trying to hide it from us..."

Hugh is right, you don't normally have to go this far if you want to hide the trail of battle. It would be sufficient to bury it even in the snow.

But that can't be deluded by the "dragon's throat” opponent. Benedict's nose, which is a cobolt, sensitive sniffs apart the smell of blood and burnt corpses, and Deanna, a monk (Priestess), sees the soul of the dead.

That's how they hide it.

"Deanna. Iris's reaction isn't in this, is it?

"Oh. Maybe it should have been before here when we first saw the reaction"

"So... what's that guy taking you on the move? Did the guys who killed Nightpython give you protection?

"If so, it's more troublesome than dealing with Night Python. Or…"

Deanna looked harsh and stared at the ice cubes.

And tap on the crust and ice cubes with the finger verse.

At the tip of her pointing, there was a body that was seemingly intact and dead.

"Benedict, I just need a drop of this guy's blood. Can we do something?"

"That's what you need to help Iris, isn't it?

"... oh"

After hesitating to say it, Deanna adds as if to herself.

"If we're still going to make it, though.... There's a guy who shouldn't be here."