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

It was not the army of "Princess Rose of Grievances" who appeared soaring from the back of the narrow aisle.

A warrior (fighter) wearing silver and silver holy armor in a goldsmith's circlet.

Under the armor, I wore clothes with a somewhat costume-like atmosphere, but it tore and there was blood everywhere. That sucks. You don't look injured, so you probably healed your injury in the potion after you took the damage.

Erminio Droetto, leader of the "Decisive Droetto".

"Sir, you're safe!

Edgar calls out, but Erminio ignored.

When I grabbed at Loretta with a rugged face, I suddenly grabbed her to strangle her (maybe she really wanted to grab up the chest of her clothes, but that part is exposed and full).

"Aah!? What the..."

"Loretta, you......!

Erminio trembled in anger, pointing to the way he came.

What's there is the wreckage of a magic item that Loretta took out of storage magic and chopped into a rotating scarecrow.

"Why did you do that!? You know how much that one will cost!? How many lives do you think you can buy!

"Erminio, because I was attacked by a trap..."

"'Cause there's nothing!

Immediately Erminio punched Loretta in the cheek.

I would have added or subtracted it so as not to die, but there was no hesitation of dimensions in the beating.

Fresh blood overflowed Loretta's mouth when she fell in.

I think I cut my mouth off.

"Ugh..."

"Betray my trust. Or that! You should have found your way to the end to survive with your luggage! It's really this, so the woman's brain...!

"Oben...... Nozaki...... Erminio......"

Loretta apologizes softly with half a cry to the yelling Erminio.

Loretta knows it's useless to answer at a time like this.

Erminio's mood is more important than his pride to grasp the ball.

Besides, for El Minio, magic items are only 'things you can get if you ask your parents'.

Something that essentially doesn't matter to him, even if it's the kind of great damage that could shock the common man to death. I'm just mad that I've been hurt in the face. One of these days you'll get in a better mood.

"Well, sir... now's not the time. Let's do it. Talk to you when you get home..."

".................. chip. Hey Loretta, retrieve that one."

"Ha..."

Edgar goes into arbitration, and Erminio gets the spear.

Erminio is also an adventurer, not so foolish as to be spreading and yelling in isolation in the middle of an enemy land.

Loretta reclaimed the mountains and loaded magic items (including wreckage) into storage magic.

"This is also your fault, Edgar. I missed the metastasis trap. This portion shall be deducted from the reward. Remember that."

"Heh..."

Edgar didn't answer either.

I missed that transfer trap for a good reason.

I don't know why I was sensed when I blocked the signs with a magic item and hid myself from my surroundings by a projection of a phantom, or how I could put a transfer formation in such a place if I set up a trap. It was unknown technology.

I wanted to excuse Edgar that he wasn't incapacitated but that they were crazy, and if possible I wanted to find out before I left, but even if I told Erminio now, it would just piss him off. Better leave it for a little while.

"You weren't supposed to get caught up in the transfer, were you? You know the way to get here?

"Absolutely. I looked at the hidden door on the way, but I stopped when I made the wedge not to close."

"All right, then we'll turn around."

The three start acting quickly.

The narrow path in the dungeon did not come with lights or anything, but because of 'owl glasses' it does not render it incapable of movement.

Additionally, Edgar wore monoculars (monoculars) to catch them from above the glasses.

Edgar's eyes seemed decorated with lines of blue and white light depicting geometric trajectories, called labyrinth walls and good floors.

This monocular lens is a magic item called "The Artisan's Lens," which allows you to see the magic flowing through the object. Now if you look at the magic tanks in the structure and where the magic flows from there, you can get a rough idea of where the trap is.

Later it's a matter of skill as a bandit (sheaf).

"Come to me one way."

"Heh."

Edgar, who was dressed oddly to wear one-eyed glasses to both eyes from above black glasses, handed one of those 'Lenses of the Artisan' to Erminio.

Erminio also starts walking to see what's going on around him. I followed behind it as Loretta shriveled.

"The enemy will have noticed more than the trap has been activated. It is too dangerous to be divided in this state. We're getting out of here first."

"... what are you going to do with the Saints?

"It would be best if we could rendezvous, but I guess it's not necessarily alive. It's not a good idea to find it.

It's their job to keep me safe. It would be a long story for me to risk helping them. If I see you on the way out and you're about to be helped, shall I help you? "

"Understood."

Erminio to say as a matter of course.

It wasn't like he had nowhere to think, but Edgar didn't say anything in particular.

What matters to Edgar is the compensation paid by the Droets, and to do so, it is important that he returns alive first.

Loretta, of course, didn't make a difference.

The three hurried home as their backs were pushed by creepy footsteps that echoed from somewhere.

The trap is obviously discovered because it's where Edgar already passes by himself, and it's so smooth I don't think he's walking in the dungeon.

However, Erminio stopped his leg when he entered the small room where what looked like construction materials were placed.

"... Edgar, what is that? Is there anything buried in the ground?

Erminio was looking directly underneath.

As Edgar follows Erminio's gaze, he waters down the magic stream that covers the floor like a net's eye, far below it.

In the ground, completely unrelated to the magic flow in the dungeon, there existed a magic flow closed in boxes.

"It looks like a chest to me."

"That's what I'm gonna do. It would be a treasure chest buried in the ground, not part of a dungeon, because it would easily become an independent magic stream. There's some kind of magic trap going on."

"Can you dig it out?

"Well you can. Are you safe with Norm's Left Handed Cane?

Loretta was still holding back her bloody mouth with a shanky look, but whether she used potion or magic, her face wound was better off.

"… [Inbox (Item Box)]"

Loretta, who looked like she had subsided, used storage magic, taking a wand out of the void and releasing it to Edgar.

At first glance, it's a common magic wand.

This is "Norm's Left Handed Cane". It is an item that can be reconstituted into a free-flowing shape with soil and stones.

"Stop the magic flow first," he said. Now it's easier to disable only part of the magic defense of the dungeon. "

Edgar identified the magic flow flowing through the floor and punched in a wedge-shaped item.

Then the line of light that had stretched from there earlier disappeared.

This is an item that will be a 'curse wedge', with the effect of erasing a little magical effect, but it also had the effect of cutting off the flow of magic in this way if you identify where to punch it in.

Striking a 'curse wedge' into a few places created a blank in the magic flow that was running vertically and horizontally.

Like a bug hole, there's a flat blank in the middle of the room.

"Sora!

Edgar swung 'Norm's Left-Hand Wand' at the hole.

A hole is drilled so that the stone floor in the center of the room melts when light falls from the wand, and further the soil beneath it is scratched and dug.

Next, the pressed soil and stones circled beneath the boxes in the ground.

Sandy soil swirls up in the vertical hole, pushing up boxy objects to blow out even in the geyser.

A splendid chest of grey silver popped out of the hole in the floor.

A hole fills underneath it, and the bounced chest lands on the floor.

"Yikes!

Edgar poked his fist up.

It's a heavy chest with as much as a hug. It's not decorative, but seems even sturdy, and it's fun to focus on practicality.

"That's a brand new chest. Was it recently buried?"

Erminio looks at the chest and says:

The chest was somewhat dirty in the soil, but no scratches or deterioration were seen.

I immediately take out my favorite tool and Edgar starts looking into the crate.

Edgar thumbed up and looked back toward Erminio when he pasted three small plate-like discs to detect the wavelength of magic.

"Sir, this guy's a big winner."

"You got the contents?

"It's hard to tell yet, but the magic trap set on this chest, it's totally killing you. Make it. Come on.

... A trap box to kill an intruder is an easy place to find it if you look for it at first sight. I'm in a good mood to find a chest. Because it's easy to do assholes for a purpose.

But you're hiding this box so you'll never find it, and there's a yabe trap. I mean, I really want to hide the treasure. "

"Hmm... what if there's a Devil's Sword Taylaayul in this?

"Just about the size you're going to get in."

Size of the box. How to hide it. A highly murderous trap.

The situation seemed to point to that.

Even if it weren't for Taylaayul, it would definitely contain some pretty important stuff. And it was probably "Princess Rose of Grievances" who hid this.

No adventurer will not be heartbroken at this moment, having found a treasure chest that seems so important.

"Can you open it?"

"If" Han "unlocks"

Edgar returned a serious, joke-like answer.

Adventurers commonly call it "Han" disarming to trap and crush damage and damage.

Unlocking version of it. That means opening the box without worrying about the trap activating.

"This box, the one where the trap goes bourne when you try to magically hang it or unlock it. Come on.

I'd do the untrapping, too. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I probably don't have enough time to open it.

There are easily signs of an alarm (alarm) or something flying when it is moved. "

"Well, that's now. They'll be discovered by now."

The interests of the land lie with the enemy.

If captured, they will circle in and be besieged. The situation was a battle with time.

"Take a large number of talismans... you want the Sacrificial Sheep's Necklace because the trap has a range. The necklace will probably break, but that'll make it easier to clean up in five seconds."

"............... All right, fine. Do it!"

Erminio made a decision.

I might even say I was blinded by the chest in front of me.

Erminio is not heartbroken with gold, but rare magic items have no eyes, and most importantly, he was greedy for praise.

If you were to have brought home a strictly hidden and precious item from the "Princess Rose of Grievances" nest, wouldn't that be so great a consequence as to be secondary to the crusade?... It's not hard to imagine that Erminio thinks that way.

As Edgar, or with this treasure, if Erminio can fix his mood and even give him a bonus, he's in full swing.

Loretta takes the usual talisman out of storage magic and then takes out the disastrously shaped necklace that is also likely to be used in cult rituals that connect some bone with some fang.

This is a magic item called 'Sacrificial Sheep Neck Decoration'. It means sucking a range of magic attacks that have occurred nearby to one of the equippers.

When Edgar wore the necklace, he activated a large number of nearly twenty talismans from one end and sandwiched them in his belt.

Finish the job or Edgar will instantly hang his hand on the chest.

"Come on, come out. Baby."