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

The brick-colored liquor store has the smell of alcohol, tobacco and roasted meat. And there was a lot of noise.

An atmosphere that is a little better than an inexpensive tavern, with a minimum of character and respect.

"Hey, Malcolm, come here, too."

"Sorry, I'm on sentry duty now. If you drink enough to keep your body warm, you'll be free."

Turning down the facial invitations that had come by chance, Malcolm sat in a counter-shaped seat opposite the wall.

Malcolm Stride is the Knight Sir of Noakurio. The system of granting the position of Knight Sir to professional military personnel leaving the civilian population is the same as that of Ciel-Teira. Now he belongs to the Heavy (Today) squad, that is, the squad that keeps the barracks.

It is Heavy Squad's job to lower the troops out on the front line. Sometimes misconstrued as an easy-going job, the heavy job of transporting, buying, and escorting supplies at the stake of your life, whether it's rain or snow, is never easy.

Even now Malcolm's troops are just bringing supplies from Wesara for a break, but I'm not twisted that I have to stand on a sentry post at a time like this. Because there's a front line unit stationed in the city at any rate, Heavy Troops didn't have to help, but that seems to hurt someone's ments somewhere.

At a time like this, the knight is conveniently used. They will be sent out as field directors for the time being on the grounds of whether the conscripts are allowed to work alone.

Besides, trouble was going on now.

For some reason, it suddenly stopped buying supplies well.... Someone is buying up food and leaves.

Thanks to Heavy Captain is tingly and the air in the squad is bad. They've been going around the countryside to buy food, and there's also more work for the entire heavy force. Besides, in the long run, it's jilli poor.

Essential for the material of sighing.

Malcolm lines himself up with a glass of liquor in a pottery bowl, a giant boned BBQ, and crude bread that only seems to be fuzzy in the belly. It was when I reached out, trying to quickly devour and refine.

"Neighbor? Soldiers of Noaculio."

He walked sliding through the crowded store and one girl came next to Malcolm.

She's an old girl with a gorgeous, floating vibe.

Honey-colored long hair glows in warm lighting.

She was wearing light armor made of some kind of leather. Recruits and the like seemed to be worn in armor no matter how fine they wore it, but her figure went into the hall and didn't seem like she was just a weak girl. At least it's a kind of race that doesn't matter if you come to a tavern like this alone.

"Young lady, are you an adventurer?

"Exactly. Ma, you know how to dress like this. Yes, Kampey."

The girl hits the cup she brings into Malcolm's cup on her own.

"It feels like you're working hard."

"Actually, I'm working now. I'm on guard all night."

"Wow. Then we have to keep warm. Grandma," Fire Blowing Soup. "Two servings. - Hey!

Malcolm panics to the girl who skipped the order while giving out her wallet.

"Oh, hey, wait, wait. Are you willing to be extravagant?

"It's okay. Even I make enough money to luxury soup at random to the soldiers I happen to meet. If you don't drink this store's" Fire Blowing Soup, "it's a loss."

The girl doesn't seem to have noticed either.

Malcolm might also have been suspicious if the other guy was a stranger, but it was the sadness of a creature called a man who didn't want to be suspicious or bad for the favor of a cute younger girl.

"I'm sorry, can we have a treat?"

- I pulled a poor whale on sentry duty on a day I could rest in the city, so instead, this much luck would be forgiven.

"Let me talk to you about your work if you like.... Oh, sure, as far as I can talk. The army will have a lot of secrets and stuff."

The girl smiled nostalgically, poking at the table with her fingertips, three or two degrees like hand play.

At the same time, in the alley near the tavern.

Panilla (Rene), who had a call mark (Kohler) on her ear while holding a sandwich of dried meat (bought it with gold on Tracy), noticed a signal from Tracy.

Panilla (Rene) 's emotional sensing capability is currently fully captured within a 30-metre radius. I know where people are. To put it under recognition that way is tantamount to locking it on as a magical target.

I could tell from him that it was the person next to him who was talking to Tracy, the way he slapped his finger. If you know that, all you have to do is magically shoot them already. Easy.

"… [Questionnaire Doll (Truth Serum)]"

"Princess, you suck."

Returning from "Gathering Information," Tracy shrugged her shoulder with a half-shouldered face.

"I threw it all up with my face like I didn't suspect anything. From where supplies are gathered to the current management system"

Tracy cracked the mouth of a heavy soldier and asked for information.

At that time, it was supported by Panilla (Rene) using magic remotely. Psychiatric Magic Question Puppet (Truth Serum): by causing the other person to lose their judgment and just answer the questions asked.

It's not just about getting the information out, it's about not getting suspicious. It's not a good idea to remember the fact that I got the information out.

Malcolm, who was placed under the influence of magic, should have only an impressive memory: 'I had a pleasant chat with the girl I met by chance'.

Tracy looked afraid of the magic of Panilla (Rene), but Panilla (Rene) doesn't think this is one of her accomplishments.

"It's not all my power. The magic of the mental teasing system is prone to sequelae, so keep it to the weaker magic that leaves no trace... the rest is a matter of interrogation technique"

"I know. But normally, a question doll (Truth Serum) doesn't work that well."

"... Instead, I'm curious about you."

"I learned that a long time ago."

Tracy, who's just a little good at it.

René thought he was really lucky to pick him up. It's better than I expected.

If you stick it in from the front and slay it, you're good at it, but when it comes to attacking it from a flattering hand, technology says something more than force.

"I'll report the results to the witch.

I wonder who the rest of the investigation is about 'Temporary Name/Holy Beast User'...... this one was more of an unknown atmosphere than to say it was kept secret, right? They all talk fine, but they don't get to the core. "

"I wonder who it is..."

Panilla (Rene) recalls an odd emotional reaction when she is relative to the mysterious old white woman Morgana.

I was told something terribly insulting, but Morgana's mind at that time was a puzzling frontier as anointed with cheap white paint.

It was nothing like Lawrence's hatred, which looked like freezing filth.

What can I do to say that there will be a man's heart?

- Can't you think about it? More than that, I'm curious about her ability and how she can be eliminated.

"Well, I'll be back at the orphanage soon because it's dinner."

"Yes, be careful"

Panilla (Rene) stops when she hears an unexpected word.

Even if it was a stereotypical greeting, there was no falsehood in Tracy's mind that said it.

"... I can't believe I can hear you caring for me."

It was surprising.

Tracy is just forced to get caught, tied up with magic items and obeyed.

Rather, even if I resented him, I naturally thought it was impossible to worry about Rene.

Tracy scratches her honey-colored head a little ill-decided.

"I don't have to worry about that. Unless the enemy of Reiki Boy and Girl is his opponent.

Does the temple chief really say that people are too good to deduce the malice of others... that's what let go of me? "

"But you're not my enemy. It's like a pebble falling first on foot."

I know what Tracy is worried about. It would be a reasonable worry if it was against a normal girl, but Panilla (Rene) is not normal no matter what she thinks.

One pervert who is a priest but can't use sacred magic, is not a threat of any kind.

"If you want to interrupt, kick your ass. It's over."