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

'Reinforcements' to Ciel-Teira take the form of an emergency mission by the army of the Randall border ambassadors bordering the Ciel-Teira border.

But military in the first place is what the nobles share under the royal life. The Kingdom of Noaculio had formed reinforcements mixed with the Horsemen.

Now for the first time, I'm putting troops in Ciel-Teira to secure it. From here, the "Princess Rose of Grievances” is measuring further enhancements to the King's Capital.

The first of those reinforcements was heading west near the border. The total number is over 10,000 if even non-combatants are included. Those whose territory was close to Ciel-Teira and even more comparatively adaptable.

However, this is also a de facto supply unit.

There are many carriers in the cold river to freeze, and the soldiers march with it. Horse-riding and luggage horses owned by the peasants, many human feet and knights, who were responsible for supplies instead of weapons, are also included in the line.

Randall Border Uncle, general of the garrison unit, was screaming due to lack of supplies. Massive supplies were in response form. As we send reinforcements, let the soldier provide a transport escort.

It is the usual liquor merchant who goes around following the march. The merchants had taken carriages and luggage and had made them pull plenty of merchandise to sell upon arrival in Ciel-Teira.

This time, moreover, the adventurer's party was also attached to the escort, not just the normal force of war.

Seventy-four people from 21 parties responded to the emergency first episode.

Even so, most of them are junior adventurers who would make a good battle with a bunch of goblins.

The job is to escort the transport, then carry the load.

The work of the lowest adventurers is pest extermination and dove cleaning, so the content and rewards can be far better than that, but it's an endless boring job for adventurers above the middle.

Unlike dungeon exploration, there's no chance of a thousand bucks, just a job to get paid. It would be the opinion of the majority of adventurers that the rewards of the extended march through the cold breeze would not be right for that.

Of course, advanced adventurers like those responding to the Siel-Teira trip were after "Princess Rose of Grievances".

"Oh man." Carriage is stronger than Wyburn all the time. "

"He's stronger than Cyclops. I promise."

The warriors (fighters) laugh at each other, carrying the same large baggage as the human foot.

They are both Class VI (elite) adventurers who walk slowly, not even in the snow.

the "Ethereal Silver Bond", the "Dune Clasp", both of which are advanced parties centered on the Sixth Class (Elite).

The Heavy Forces included in this march, such as carrying manpower and managing it, are scheduled to return to Noaculio once supplies have been delivered to the city of Wesara.

And most adventurers plan to leave Ciel-Teira about escorting the Heavy Corps home, but these two parties were different.

It's a contract to participate in the King's Capital offensive after that. They even said, "If it's a city war, you can move freely" and "If you take the" Princess Rose of Grievances, "you'll get a huge reward," so I was sticking around.

Let the military do the exposures, and the good news is we'll take them ourselves. The interests of the countries that wanted to get Grasselm rights by eliminating the threat and the adventurers seeking honor and reward for the named crusade were not competing and consistent.

Limited requests (quests) are available for difficulty and rewards commensurate with advanced adventurers' strengths.

Two parties that didn't have just the right request (quest) nearby put their names on the crusade for the hottest 'Named Monster Who Destroyed the Country' right now.

The battle against named monsters is accompanied by heroic fantasies, one of the luxuries of adventure. It was enough to inspire a sense of merit and adventure.

Though the concern is lack of information, the results of the intelligence-gathering that the military would carry out in the future were to be shared with them as well. If you're an elite adventurer, you have a lot of trust from the public.

Plus the two parties have both had clerics (Priests), plus anti-undead gear. I'm just saying I'll deal with it ad hoc after that. Because it is not uncommon for information to come to battle in an incomplete state.

"All right, that's it for today! Get ready for camp!

When the knight, the head of the avant-garde unit, ordered, a soldier accompanying him blew a small trumpet.

Then, like Yamahiko, the same tone rises from all over the subsequent. Various meanings were given by the way the trumpets were blown, which was a signal that the front row had reached the camp.

The queue of marches is quite long. That's why trumpets are used to keep the whole thing informed.

Order number one.

Not only the soldiers, but also the adventurers joining the march, shared to start the installation.

Carriage ships are also moored on the banks of the river.

"... I don't think I walked. It's a hassle to slow things down when there's a lot of them."

"Don't say that. You can't even follow a horse if you walk at our speed."

"Must be."

The two adventurers slap lightly as they set the tent with tequila.

It's like a walk, whether it's an unpaved street or not, for adventurers who are used to going down roadless paths.

In addition, they are physically incompetent. The march is too slow for them.

The skilled adventurers were accustomed to the camp as well, and as soon as they were ready for camp, they began to relax.

It's still a little early for dinner support. Some dwarves meet their swords to keep their bodies at bay, read magic books, and lick the liquor they bring.

Eventually, by the time the area began to darken, boiled smoke rose from all over the camp. Next to the soldiers cooking a little something each, a large pot is hung on fire in a simple makeshift pan, and the soup is made together for hundreds of meals.

For some reason, blurry lights lit up the view.

And as the area darkens, they notice.

To have 'lights' that are different from ours right around the corner.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

The adventurers raise their voices in surprise.

At the front of the street stood a red, blurry light.

"People live in places like this...? No, you're not."

"It doesn't feel like people are living or travelers are cooking."

"... the fire elves (salamanders) are making a scene. Bad fire, standing..."

I told her to whine, "The Dune Clasp" belongs to the female spiritual user (Elementary).

She's always blurry, but she doesn't make mistakes about the Spirit.

"I know there are scouts out there too... but if it's a demonic tangle thing, it's in the hands of soldiers. Let's see how it goes."

It was Coxon, leader of the Ethereal Silver Bond, who stood up.

Coxon is a man over thirty, a big, musculoskeletal man enough to be told, "If you hide your face, you look like an ogre". He wears armor made of his own crusaded red dragon crust and scales.

The flesh under the armor naturally tells the story of the number of dead lines that he has crept through, as scars run vertically and horizontally on the back of his hands and face. Brave and responsible, he also has a great deal of trust from other adventurers.

"We'll go check.“ Dune clasp "should be on alert. And consult with the general just in case."

"Okay."

Following Coxon, members of the "Ethereal Silver Bond” ran.

I could see what that light was, if it was any closer.

The carriage was burning by the street.

The overthrown carriage was burning.

Melt the remaining snow around you and burn the exposed ground.

There's only one carriage here.

"Merchant or something...?

As is often the case.

You think you're overconfident of your good luck and don't hire enough escorts, or that you've met unlucky and vicious raiders?

Even in well-handed (...) entrained (...) streets, thieves and demons appear out of nowhere as weeds grow.

And those targeted often lose their lives.

Anyway, the problem is' the carriage is on fire '.

I don't know when it caught on fire, but it wouldn't have been yesterday or a year ago.

Did someone hit the carriage and set it on fire, or did the lights even ignite it? It shouldn't be too long.

"... we'll explore the situation. Combat Attitude"

"What about enhancements (buffs)?

Coxon shakes his head when asked by a mage (wizard).

"Explore the signs around you more than that."

"Roger...." Signal Detection (Mana Search): "

A magician with a cane changes his complexion the way he notices something.

"What's wrong?

"One reaction, in front of the carriage! Alive!"

"What!?

Soon the Coxons ran out.

Coming as far as I could see the burning carriage details, Coxon could see that too.

Someone was falling with their head on this side so that they could go and fall. It looks like a black shadow illuminated by a burning flame.

As I approached him, I found that the shadow was smaller than I thought. That was a girl in crude clothes.

"Are you a survivor!?

"Treat me!

Coxon takes out the healing (healing) potion and the monk (Priest) takes the Holy Mark.

And it was when Coxon leaned in to see how the girl was.

"You, it's okay..."

Pa! And Coxon heard the sound of firecrackers bouncing off his chest.

I have had many experiences. I remember. This is from when the talisman bounced. Two talismans, which were accidentally equipped for assault, were meeting their limits at the same time.

It should have been a fine attitude to eat about three direct higher-level magic hits, but that protection was stripped off in an instant.

On Coxon's leg, a girl was reaching out. The hand had a knife gripped like it had been made by scraping out red balls, penetrating the boot and sticking it up Coxon's leg.

Ouch, almost at the same time as I think.

Coxon remembered the nagging sensation of being licked up his back by a beast.

From the girl who fell in front of her, the darker she reached out to be touched, the more signs of evil would rise.

"What...!

Coxon tried to pull out his sword as he flew away at all possible speeds, regardless of his toes being torn.

Coxon kept an eye on the girl even though she was lagging behind, and that was what got her killed.

The red blade disappears to unwind in the girl's hand.

And she looked up gently. Silver eyes glowed demonically like a red moon of vicious omens.

Coxon felt everything about him fill up.

When the Coxons returned, they not only greeted the faces of the "dune clasp," but also the soldiers and adventurers who were around them were surprised.

"How'd it go?

"... the carriage was on fire. I guess the thief attacked me. There were no survivors."

In response to the “dune clasp" warrior (fighter) that I've heard on behalf of, Coxon said in a tone that seeps in thoughtlessness.

I will spare my life and regret what I may have been able to protect. Because that's the usual Coxon.

"Are you sure you're a thief?

"Oh. There were traces of looting and... and then there were the scars on the body. That sword muscle is caused by humans or similar physique species.

Ciel-Tayla, as you know, is a terrible country situation, so let's increase banditry. "

Coxon felt relieved when he heard the words.

No way are there thieves (I don't know if they were drunk or drugged and larry) to attack a massive supply unit with all these soldiers and escort adventurers.

Whether you ignore it for a moment or eliminate it to turn down your hindsight worries, it can't be a single threat.

Anyway, report to General Gibbon.

"Oh."

Coxon split with the adventurers and headed back to the main battalion after a long line in the camp.

The general's location is in the middle of the line.

On the road, members of the "Ethereal Silver Bond” break up silently. Aim for each holding.

Eventually, it plugs into an area where all splendid tents are forested, distinctly different from the crude tents loaned for soldiers.

This is where the Marquis of Gibbon, the general, and the executive class of the troops are gathered.

I felt like the smell of the air had changed.

Around is the junction of the Sacred Qi. Magic Machine (artifact) weapon by Star River Cup. It will be purified if the undead enters into this juncture, and if it is not, the weak demon will become incapable of action. If it's a medium-sized city or so, it's an excellent way to wrap the whole city in a sanctuary.

The "Star River Cup", prepared by the opponent because it is a massive undead, has already been deployed in Wesara with two units, which have been further transported for installation in Taylakaine.

It is still used just in case it is in the march, but the magic of the land cannot be used unless it is on top of a magic buildup (hot spot), so it seems to be squeezing the output to a minimum and moving it with demonic stones. Only the general's tent and some of the tents around it are in range.

He also pointed out, "What's the point of using it away from the front line like this?" "Doesn't it make sense that I only protected it in such a narrow range," but I'm not obliged to complain because the general, the Marquis Gibbon, uses it with his own stomach cut.

- I can break as much of this stuff as I want. You can only prevent evil, so if you tap into elemental magic from close range, you can blow every tent, and...

That's not reasonable, Coxon thought. I guess I was just using it for some peace of mind.

"Coxon, leader of the Ethereal Silver Bond. I'm here."

"Come in."

Speaking from the entrance to the tent, where the anti-arrow and anti-magic treatments were applied, the knight who guarded, not the Marquis of Gibbon himself, responded.

Inside the tent, where the demonic machinery for heating (artifacts) rotated in full, it was as warm as a separate world.

The Marquis of Gibbon, sitting in a foldable chair, is already old. He's beautiful when he says he's in formation, and he's a guy with a fuzzy, distinctive cover on his skinny face.

"Well done, pale silver bond."

The general greeted Coxon casually.

From the aristocratic class, adventurers and other vagabonds are often considered alike, and there can be no such thing as a casual mouthpiece.

However, if it is also an advanced party, social status will be considerable and cannot be ignored. Even if you look down on the inside, you can't help but respond accordingly.

"I hear you found something strange?

"Yeah, it's about that."

Coxon flashed his sword out, stepping in like a lightning bolt and doubling the torso of the Marquis of Gibbon.

"Huh..."

He opens his eyes in amazement, and he spits blood.

He drew an arch of spitting blood on the universe, and his torso, slashed off every back of his chair, fell to the ground and rolled.

So finally, the knights of the escort, who had refrained as much as the two of them, react.

"Huh......!?

"What!?

Unlike the Marquis of Gibbon, who was just an outfit without even wearing protective gear, the escort is fully armed. But they seemed completely relaxed.

The alarm that Coxon won't suddenly slash or slash. And the alarm that it won't happen that way, such as things that are still far and dangerous from the battlefield.

With the sword to return, Coxon slashes into one crack of the escort. Without even pulling his sword out, the knight was slammed to death with a sword in his face.

Coxon then twisted down to wrap the other sword he wielded, kicking around the knight's shin out of balance and falling over his exposed neck like a blow from an execution axe.

"Everybody, start acting!

Coxon called on the telegraph note (Kohler) and skipped the decree to the members of the Ethereal Silver Bond.