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

"Taylor Earle is a brittle thing, too. Damn, you cunning bastard, you're going after a gap where I'm not..."

Looking up at the city walls of the King's Capital, Erminio Doloetto shrugged.

Erminio is 27 years old. As a human avant-garde adventurer, he is the fattest rider around the age from the balance of physical ability and experience.

A well set blonde when she says she's on an adventure. And a shiny face. It has a goldsmith's circlet embedded in its head with a demonization of defense, not a helmet.

Wearing silver holy armor, he has an atmosphere in which his relaxed attitude is all your son's.

Elminio is followed by two knights in full body armor engraved with the Holy Mark. A bearded bandit (sheaf) who looked so sloppy. And she's a sorceress (wizard) with a cane dressed like a corset biscuit and lace super miniskirt.

The Erminio led party "The Decisive Droet” is said to be the second strongest party in Ciel-Teira.

If you state the general reputation of the party members from other adventurers without resentment…

Bonbon warrior (fighter) and leader Erminio, who is adventurous by buying expensive magic items that do not correspond in strength, with the support of his father, who is a heavy minister and cardinal of the Holy Kingdom. A childlike personality with a strong vanity, high pride and a cramp if you don't get what you want. It's not that I don't have talent. Grade is fifth (adept).

Two monks (Priest), Etre and Alfonso, sent from their parents' house as his accompaniment. It is commonly known as "paladin" that even monks (Priest) can wear heavy-duty armor and also perform avant-gardes. In fact, they are both officially Temple Knights of the Holy Kingdom, not registered as Adventurers but considered equivalent to the Sixth Class (Elite), and the two of them listening to any wagamama in El Minio are the essence, the heart of this party.

Edgar, the bandit (sheaf) who follows the El Minio for gold. The grade is sixth (elite). It does everything from aiding in exploration to chores. It's used like a rag, but they're given a penny just to match it, and the gear is luxurious and they play luxuriously all the time.

Loretta, a sorceress (wizard) who doesn't even try to hide what she's after. The grade is fourth (guard). Even if I look a bit awkward, my strength is a little inferior to the party in places like 4.5 grades, but she won't be taken off the party when she gets into the El Minio. I always wear the powerful, de (...) the (...) a (...) n (...) sexual (...) (...) high (...) protective gear bought by Erminio.

Often solved by the power of gold, whether in everyday life or in a request (quest), they can't match the party's income and expenditure, and instead of not being able to save, if they do poorly, they can also run a deficit. But there is no problem. Because if I run out of money, I just need Erminio at my parents' house.

They're not adventurous for a living, they're adventurous with half the El Minio's road music, and half the foil for him to name and triumph over his hometown.

There are three valuable magic users, and two of them are monks (Priests) of the sixth grade (elite) equivalent and able to perform up to the avant-garde, so it is inevitable to climb up to what is considered the second position.

But compared to what is said to be the best of the country, the whole party is also slightly inferior in strength (mainly because of Erminio and Loretta), and more than that, Erminio's grudge and predisposition is perceived as problematic and spoiled second.

… above.

Erminio's arrogant attitude and so on can also cause his reputation from around him not to be good for flattery. As an exemplary adventurer, it was a reality that it was a catalyst for the Zero Jingxi.

"But you're creepy. You can't fly one arrow this close."

Edgar looks up at the walls and is surprised.

"There's no sign of the undead around"

"That's undead, your head must be rotten. It would be convenient to sneak in."

"Erminio, you don't have to sneak in, do you? It's open, isn't it?

Loretta points to the city gate as she hangs herself in the El Minio. A soft chest was pressed against Erminio's arm.

Loretta's right, the city gates are open.

He opens his mouth firmly as if to welcome five people in.

But look at that. Edgar smiles.

"Isn't that a trap? The gates of the fortified city are a bunch of tricks to smash and kill the people who attack them in the first place."

"So, there's no undead to move it, is there?

"Right...... no, let's climb the wall after all. Maybe there's a trick that works automatically or something.

Edgar, climb first and let the rope drip from the top. "

"For how much?

Edgar replied as usual.

Seeing it, Erminio played the silver coin with a scornful laugh.

The streets of Teiraluale were quiet.

There are unexpectedly few traces of destruction, and there is no dead odor.

It wasn't like the undead were wandering around, it was like only people could have disappeared.

"Sir, something over there...... oh, a wild dog"

"Hmm? Wang hasn't been made a zombie."

It's not like I'm gonna throw up a fire or have three necks. Just a skinny wild dog turns up and runs away frightened.

So far, five people had broken in without any interference. No monsters were placed on the city walls, and by this I said no traps were set.

Peaceful enough to clap it out.

Opening the doors of the lined houses and shops from one end, Edgar checks inside.

Erminio walks dignified with it beside him, with Loretta wrapped around his arm.

Etre and Alfonso were quietly following the El Minio like a security golem.

"Anything?

"It's easy to find signs of being searched everywhere. Looks like they've taken all the gold and supplies."

"Well, then I wonder if they're gathered in the castle.

Are the undead all caged up in the castle?

"Come on......"

Given that the castle town was too quiet, that still seemed reasonable.

Erminio sees the royal castle where some have collapsed.

A number of red rose flags were erected and flipped on the walls of the castle like a beating with human blood on a borough cloth.

"Looking under the castle like nothing is going to happen. Shall we go all the way to the castle?

"Hey, Erminiovo, you have the treasure left over from the kingdom here, don't you? I wish I had a jewel or something."

Loretta said in a voice like honey hung over sugar and boiled.

Featuring thin peachy long hair, Loretta has a face and figure that a man receives, and would say 'it's an attractive look' if he wasn't so much a hobby-twisted man. Besides, I even have a magical talent. It was a great pride for Erminio to be sweetened and relied upon by such a talented beauty.

"Ha ha, even if you want a gem, I'll buy it for you.

... Hmm, but it's a shame that the treasure of the diaspora remains in the hands of the undead. I guess those who know its value should protect it. There will be about one treasure to decorate the treasure trove of my Droet family, even though it is the royal palace of a moist small country.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I hear the First Knight Commander managed to use the demon sword of a national treasure. Something like that would be appropriate for me to use.

All right, it's settled! We're going to the castle. "

"Heh!"

"Huh."

Edgar and Loretta replied, and Etre and Alfonso followed it silently.

But the walk stops immediately.

"Evil signs......"

The smell of blood.

Etre and Edgar said almost simultaneously.

Five people approaching the royal castle trying to hide themselves in the surrounding buildings discover something odd in the square in front of the castle.

That was an execution bench.

A platform is set up as if it were to be executed by fire or death.

There was no one there... but around there, organic stains stained nicely that emitted rotten odors, and it continued as if it had drawn a line with a paintbrush towards the gates of the royal castle.

"What is this?

"This guy... you make it easy with blood and rot. It's like dragging a ton of bodies or something on top of the execution bench all the way to the castle...

And maybe this guy, just now. Still new. "

"Why was that thing on the execution bench, and why did you drag it now?"

"Come on... you turned a stacked body into a zombie or something. So what?

and five people look over the walls when they hear chatter and armor rattling.

Beyond the moat, several figures appeared above the walls surrounding the royal castle.

Not a single thing that looks like a decent person. It could be a collapsing corpse, or it could only be a bone in armor.

The alien soldiers took bows and swords and looked down at the face of the "decisive droet”.

Are you there?

More skeletons in armor helmets appeared as they circled the walls. They came out from behind the castle.

The splendid armored chest is engraved with the Knights' testimonial crest.

"Boy, don't get too close to the walls. There are skeleton archers and riches up there."

"I know. Give me that."

When El Minio pulls out his sword, Alfonso casts a spell. The blade was wrapped in a white, clean glow.

"By Sacred (Conception)" is a sacred magic that grants God's protection to equipment and other items.

Granting it to a weapon will now inflict Special Effect Damage against the undead, and imparting it to the Armor will push back the power of uncleanness.

Moreover, it is a magic that has a lasting effect, so once it is hung, the operator does not need to maintain it, but can attack and recover and use another magic.

If there is a monk (Priest) at the party, it is the first magic to use when fighting the undead.

That's the end of the knights killed by "Princess Rose of Grief.”

Loretta, how strong is that? "

"Uh oh, from the signs, what's Skeleton Warrior?

"In short, Zako"

Erminio laughs spirally.

When demons are equivalent to a fourth level (guard), they are not the enemies of the "Decisive Droet” when some numbers are aligned.

"I was just bored of not being too responsive. Let's try to imitate the resistance.

Dressed, Erminio vomited words of provocation.

...... Ten minutes to Erminio's death.