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

Time for the morning sun to show its face from the mountains.

Khaya stood in the darkness of dawn.

She's already wearing armor.

Shining in the morning sun are polished, but silver armor carved everywhere as a testament to war. It would be made of misrills that are lightweight and suitable for demonization.

Mithril's armaments are relatively affordable, but Mithril's equipment with various demonizations will be incredibly expensive. Khaya's armor is probably something like that.

The same style as yesterday, wearing a tight-like clasp over the inner, plus only the chest armor and greaves over it. From the gap in the full face helmet, a thin, long, white breath was exhaled like a dragon's breath.

Winters in Ciel-Teira are cold, and your body can be cold and weakened or frostbitten, even if you are normally wearing metal weapons.

Therefore, it is necessary to measure thermal insulation by any means. Khaya, who led the squad in the Knights of the Royal Palace, must have the right equipment and a proper demonization of cold protection.

Drawing his sword from his hips, Khaya sets it against the void.

And wave.

He swung it through, stepped in and squeezed it up, pulled behind him and slashed it one spin, releasing a poke to the left and right at a speed that was not even in his eyes.

It's not a 'mould' to show someone. I can see that it is meant to look at the trajectory of the sword I have wielded on the battlefield and not forget it.

It was boneless, horrible, but beautiful to call sworddance. The melted leftover snow was mutilated by sword pressure, with several sharp lacerations.

The sword dance, which seemed to last indefinitely, abruptly ends.

Katherine was surprised to see it from the shadow of the building because it was what Khaya looked back at with her sword in it.

Catherine woke up sooner or later and saw Khaya outside the inn, weaving a piece of cape to see how she was doing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wonder if he was your grandfather."

"No. You disqualify as a knight if you disturb concentration to the extent that people were looking at you"

Lifting the face covering of her helmet, Khaya smiled at Catherine.

She wasn't sweaty, but the breath she exhales is white as a cloud.

"You were Master Catherine. Is my sword technique that interesting?

"... Yes. My family, your father's knights... it was only men who waved their swords."

Needless to say, the Feudal Lord's knights are all men, as are the Knights of the Royal Palace of Strength (in pre construction). When it comes to female knights, is it about a rare case of a magically gifted person becoming a knight to take advantage of it?

In the meantime, Khaya Runner, who was a woman but rose with the arms of a sword, gathered the eyes of people's curiosity and was just a little famous knight.

Khaya felt different from any woman Katherine had ever seen in her life.

If you insist, there may be a part similar to "The Dragon's Throat” monk (Priestess) Deanna.

Strong and powerful.

Katherine thought such a good thing about bugs that Khaya's sword wouldn't cut off her own feelings that wouldn't boil off, as she cut off the freezing wind.

"Um, knight."

"Go ahead, call me Khaya"

"... Khaya. What do you think when you fight?

Khaya laughs like trouble and tilts her neck.

"That's... that's too broad of an inquiry. I can only say it depends on the time and the case."

"Right, right? I'm sorry."

Catherine was ashamed of her awkwardness. Apparently not.

Don't you know what you want to hear about this? Even though we are taught that words are what we choose to convey our intentions without being overwhelmed.

Thinking about it for a second, Catherine reworded it.

"If your enemies could fight even if there was something... unhatable, pathetic opponent?

"That's the main fate...... no, if it's for this country.

You can't help dressing up as... etc. Sometimes you will fight unconvincing battles.

Still, I fight. Suppose someone has to fight. "

"Yes..."

Unfortunately, that was not the answer Catherine asked for.

Catherine was pushing her disappointment to death. Keep feeling inseparable, fight. I wonder if I'll have to do that in the end.

"Thank you, Khaya. Okay, I'm in this."

It was when I tried to thank you and walk away.

"" Princess Rose of Grievances ".

... No. René “Rose Like (Rosie)" - Luvia Ciel-Teira "

Words of Khaya quiet as snow.

The only thing I didn't have to scream about was my education as you.

Still, Catherine wasn't sure if the upset was on her face.

"Were you hitting it? I take it you were thinking about her."

"Knight. That's not a good way to say it."

"disrespect"

Khaya felt like she had shown some tea. Like a child who plays by the way.

"Khaya, are you..."

"I am a knight who gave his sword to this Siel-Teira. If you are an enemy demon of this country, you will have it in your hands, even if it is the son of King Elbert."

"You don't want to fight Rene?

"I sympathize with the tragedy that struck her. Not much to say to the piss though.

And I'm just ashamed of my fuzziness for not being able to stop it. "

Khaya's words had such prudence as to protect her line as a professional military man.

"It's not on the road to fight as your heart hates your opponent.

I am a knight. You fight because you think it's my job to fight and you need to fight. You don't need hate there.

I could not hate the peasants who had been bandits in the village during the year of the murder, nor my mother Yetai, who had wandered in search of bait to feed her children. "

Khaya is a knight and fighting to defend his country is his job.

Well, what qualifies as' protecting 'in' country 'can vary from time to time, but that's for sure.

"But Catherine. You are not a knight, so aren't you even obliged to fight?

You don't have to hate me, you don't have to fight me. Think about what you want to do?

Catherine was annoyed by the words of Khaya that followed.

Somehow Catherine was tying her heart to herself, thinking that she couldn't be allowed to pity Rene.

Rene has killed or distressed many people and continues to ramble.

Such pity for René felt like he could not be sorry for the people who had been killed, for those who had lost their families, for those who had even lost their place of abode.

But still, Catherine couldn't help but feel sorry for Rene.

"Khaya, I feel sorry for Rene."

"Really..."

"I want to help Rene. But how can I help... I don't know."

What is salvation for Rene?

Is it about completing the battle for revenge?

Is it possible that some kind of love can heal your heart's wounds?

Or, if fighting is hard for her, is even saving her from falling halfway down the road...

"Purifying with an attack by the Sacred Qi and sending the soul to God. The temple says that's the salvation for the undead..."

Khaya also made no affirmation.

"I can't say anything far-fetched, either. If you were the captain, maybe you could think of something a little more certain than me."

"Captain...... Master Bertil Lagerbeck, right?

"Yes, I hear the captain also exchanged words with" Princess Rose of Grievances "in that battle."

The Second Knight Commander that he is now giving himself up to Taylakaine.

It is also why Catherine is headed to Taylakaine.

If Bertil knew the king's capital that day, he might know something, and thinking about it, Catherine couldn't stay or stand.

Bertil tells me he wants to see Catherine too, so I guess there's something else he thinks about.

"The head of the regiment is thoughtful, through various disciplines and politics, and is good at mastering people's hearts and minds.

The manipulation of a magician called the Army, who also reads a few moves and moves his allies on the battlefield.

If you are such a person, you will come to me and not even see it attached.

... Oh, let me add that there is no misunderstanding, it's not all brains. Now that you've lost your arm, it won't be the way it was before, but sword arms were also once said to be second only to First Knight Commander Lawrence Reinhardt.

Speaking of which, the First Knight Commander was told by the bard, "More glorious than the moon of the seven nights combined," etc. I wondered if our captain was like a green summer forest. Quiet, understated yet fragrant of mystery and danger. Why would people be attracted to all that shines in this sight, even though it would be admirable only by its appearance!

Khaya proudly stood up as she derailed slightly faster as she looked in the direction the day after tomorrow. He seemed confident that Bertil would give him an answer to anything.

I looked at Khaya and thought Catherine was eye-catching like a hound, but now she had the eyes of a dog she loved to play with.

"Khaya. You......"

Exactly. Catherine comes pin too. Because it is a subject of immortality for women, regardless of their rank or age.

"Do you want to speak to the captain?

"Huh... what, huh!?

In a somewhat euphemistic Catherine inquiry, Khaya immediately seemed to perceive her intentions and raised a bare voice.

"Thank you so much for joking!

I don't know what you think of a man like that, but I don't want to say that he's a loser, I think he's an ideal superior officer, and a standing woman like me, and so on. Oh, no, he's certainly older than me, but he's also a leader of the Knights of the Royal Palace, and he's only the daughter of a merchant who can get a sword. "

"Oh, I'm sorry, Khaya! 'Cause I understand now!

Katherine stopped it in a big panic as the crimson Khaya began to slap her helmet with cancer as she swept up with a flipped voice.