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

The noise of sounding the greaves also soars the soldiers marching, followed by a knight riding a fine horse.

who appeared on the boulevard of Taylakaine. Shining on its chest is the crest of the sun.

Light that brings life and prosperity… It is the national chapter of the 'Kingdom of the Sun' Noaculio.

It is the march of Noakurio that can protect people by force, the status quo in which the framework of the state of Siel-Teira has collapsed and even the Knights of the Royal Palace have almost been wiped out. Those who were having anxious days welcomed the arrival of the Savior with enthusiastic cheers.

Getting to the head of a ceremonial march is great putting together a Great Eagle print surcoat from above the knight armor. A samurai in his late thirties.

Commander of reinforcements from Noaculio. It was Patrick Bruno Randall.

"Well done. Please make it. This city and my life have been saved by you. I will never forget your grace."

"What. Because we, the people of Noaculio, are friends of Siel-Teira and we hope for peace in Siel-Teira."

Welcoming Patrick in front of the castle gate, Marks shook his hand in an attitude that was so naughty that it did not compromise his majesty.

The opposing Patrick also behaves with dignity to the extent that he does not crush Marks' face.

It was a political greeting based on the power relations and positions of the two countries.

Marks' secret ploy against “Princess Rose of Grievances” was the calling in of the Noaculio army.

The Noaculio Army, which used Wesala, the former Duke of Gerald, as a garrison, was in a state where "Princess Rose of Grievances” had attacked the west side from the King's Capital, for the first time looking at things. But Marks had a story just to feed Noaculio.

However, things could not move arbitrarily, and the Noaculio army took a little time to coordinate with the country. So the arrival became critical.

Thanks to you, I had a long hair, but I couldn't help it. Anyway, from now on, Patrick is going to stick his neck in Ciel-Teyra's politics as much as he wants.

"By the way... who's there?

Indicates an old woman in red (...) brown (...) color (...) white (...) clothes (...) who is there as a matter of course, Marks asks Patrick.

There were a few creepy men around the old woman, dressed in monks' coats and hiding their faces with headscarves, refraining.

Prior to the arrival of the Noaculio army, the mysterious old woman appeared in the city with the Holy Beast.

One way or another, it's like she got rid of "Princess Rose in Grief," but Marks had no idea who she was.

"Oh, the..."

For a moment, Patrick let the universe wander his gaze.

"That one is Morgana. My army's special technical adviser, under the title"

"Ha..."

It was something that clouded the words as hard to say, and Marks didn't go in and listen any further.

Patrick, the commander of the reinforcements, is the one who must be stopped. So Marks decided it was all 'translated'. I can't go in deep, but I'm lucky.

But there was a man here who didn't read that kind of air.

"Who are you? I didn't know you'd let me get away with taking my prey. You should have left it to me. How dare you congratulate me?

Towards Morgana, the erminio poisoned me hatefully.

The face of the "decisive droet” is also picked up with Marks.

Marks already understood more or less what it was like to be an Erminio person.

Erminio must endure if he is not constantly active and exposed to footlights. So that's all I get angry about when there's a guy in front of me who's active on my behalf.

That's why Morgana's escape from "Princess Rose of Grievances” made her look and ass look like she had even taken it off the dragon's neck, even though her measures had been broken.

Seeing such an erminio, Morgana said, smiling quietly.

"If it wasn't for my help, would you have knocked me down?

You don't have that power. It's a toma to say you can't do it. "

"What?"

Erminio's cheeks cramp.

"Hehe, am I mishearing you?

By the way... do you think this is me?

Make me a great Doloette son and blow me (servant), sword arm and martial arts of the great god of the Father, and give me this Erminio Doloette with a clear head and a beautiful appearance...... Tomma!? Hey, Saving Hole Baba!!

Erminio grabbed Morgana's chest as he stood fast.

The hoisted Morgana is in a pinched state.

One of the Temple Knights I saw (Marks can't tell which one is which because it's the exact same armor) goes in to stop Erminio.

"Boy, play is around..."

"Hey, this discussion is about how to get rid of those undead people. It's the same as God's."

"Huh?"

Morgana, as always, was just smiling relaxed, even when El Minio pressed her with angry shapes.

And.

"It's not a good idea to interrupt God."

At the same time she said.

One of the monk's clothing headscarves, which he had refrained from behind Morgana, moved at an inconspicuous speed in his eyes, turning the face of Erminio into an eagle and beating it to the ground.

"Gu..."

"Boy!

"Ahhh!? Erminio!"

The attack was not only fast but too unforgiving, to the point where even the two Temple Knights, said to be equivalent to the Sixth Class (Elite), could not be allowed in. After Erminio is defeated, the two finally pull out their swords and Loretta screams.

In an ambushed state, Erminio grabs the head scarf man's arm and tries to push it back.

"Hey, do what!?

You don't seem to know who I am! I'm from the Droet family... "

"Oh, what? I wonder who found out. I only did what God wanted. What I do is what God does. How can you interrupt what God does under His Holiness?"

"Say 'Moon Eater', it's like garbage before the power of the Droets!

"'The Moonless Party (Moon Eater)' huh?

Destruction Moon Party (Moon Eater).

It is the name of the strongest and worst, anti-evil magician and anti-undead elite unit that the Holy Kingdom of Diletta boasts. Its strength and its bad reputation for no matter what the means if it is for a purpose, is raging all over the world.

For some reason, it seems that Erminio thought that Morgana was a member of the Destruction Moon Party (Moon Eater).

And how can it be said that the Moon Annihilation Party (Moon Eater) cannot be the Droet family in terms of political power in the country?

But still, Morgana had a cool face.

"I don't want you and me to be together.

All of them don't understand God's will. "Too much." He dumped me all the time. "

Erminio seemed to think Morgana would tremble if he gave the name of the Droet family.

But when I saw that Morgana was an unintentional breeze, I just got a frightened look that it was beyond comprehension.

"What, this guy..."

"Lord Adventurer. This one is not of the Holy Kingdom of Diretta, but of the army of my Kingdom of Noaculio.

And... could you not inspire her? It's impossible to change her mind. "

Patrick said with a face like he chewed up a bitter bug.

"The Technical Advisor. You can get spears around there, too."

"Spears, nothing. I'm just doing my job."

"Okay. Let's talk about work."

"That's it. Wouldn't it be time to tell me why you called me? Marquis Edfeld."

The man, who was still watching the end of the line where he pulled a step, finally opened his mouth.

Close to forty if you deduce your age from your appearance. What you're wearing is blue and black, shining Orihalcon armor. A tight, military-like body, but dark hair that should be in order looks inert for some reason.

He had no arms. But instead, something like a combination of metal bones was popping out of the right shoulder of the armor. It's like only the right shoulder to the tip has turned into a steel skeleton.

Bertil Lagerbeck, former head of the Second Knights.

The woman with eyes like a whip and a hound, holding back beside her, is Khaya Runner. He is one of the survivors of the Second Knights.

"Well, I have a general idea..."

Brushing his mustache with the prosthetic hand of a demonic machine (artifact), Bertil sighed quietly to taste the fatigue.