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

The carriage was sickening at a rate at which the wheels might erupt with friction.

In a quiet forest, the idyllic sun plunges in, and the buds of the flowers are danced by a dusty butterfly.

One carriage that runs through a landscape that makes you want to have a relaxing picnic, with momentum as if it's being chased by a dragon.

"Damn! Hurry! Run faster...!

"... hihihihihihihi"

"Hihaha!

He whips desperately into a foam-blowing horse.

Chasing a carriage is an ostrich demon with polar-colored wings...... a flock of Fleurmore. To be precise, they were armed rogues who manipulated it as a horseman.

Like beasts nodding their tongues in front of their prey, the rogues drive the monster birds with laughter.

Most of them had swords, but one of them had a magic medium/short cane that was easy to handle even while riding.

"Foot entanglement (snare):!"

"Wow!

"Aah!"

By magic, the horse's leg stuck to the ground.

The horse falls by his own inertia, and the carriage, which was naturally drawn, crashes.

The man in the throne was thrown out of his mind by the shock, and fell to the distant ground and stopped rolling.

As soon as the carriage stopped, the door opened from the inside and the two women fluttered out.

A woman in her late teens in a shining snowy dress and a woman in her thirties in a piece with a solid atmosphere of quality. The Marquis de Gransel's maid and her maid.

Even if you're caged in a carriage, you're just surrounded and caught.

The decision itself is correct that you should run away.

But the two of them, who tried to escape with a curse, were surrounded by Fleurmore, who had caught up with them before they even went ten steps.

"Lady!"

"... what about the escort adventurers?

"I left it in my foothold... it was supposed to..."

The two women embrace each other anxiously.

I looked around at the men who pulled out their swords, and the eyes of the samurai opened to surprise.

"No way!"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

One of the raiders on Fleurmore.

A warrior (fighter) man with a short spear on his shoulder giggles.

He's an adventurer who would have fought his foreign enemies as an escort if he had been. Clogged, their escort's party was with the Raiders and Guru.

Of course they are the ones hired by the Marquis via the Adventurer Guild. That's why I trusted him and entrusted him with the escort.

The Adventurer Guild manages adventurers well in exchange for brokerage fees and doesn't put the ill-hearted into such an important job.

But now is the time.

This country is now exposed to the invasion of the Canis Empire.

There are escaping adventurers, and the quality of those who engage in work is reduced. The guild is also disrupted and the management system is broken.

If you grab dirty money now and fly high, can't your guild come after you?

... it was also imperative for adventurers to come out thinking that way.

"Hehe... don't worry, I won't kill you"

"If your dad pays you plenty, but no! Hahahaha!!"

"Hey, hey, don't you have a taste? If even your life is safe, then something's wrong, right? Uh-huh, uh-huh..."

When the rogues jump off the horseman, they approach the two without even hiding their inferior laughter.

A rough blade.

Dirty hands.

And splashing blood.

"Ahhh!?

Suddenly, one of the rogues screamed.

He had his throat slit. Fall. Blood buildup spreads.

One girl comes in with fluffy, honey-colored hair like a flower dancing in the wind and breaks it.

I stood to shelter the two attacked on my back.

13,4 years old from the outside. It was luxurious, but it looked bigger than it actually was because it was too grand and a familiar atmosphere.

An outfit called Corset Mail with a leather skirt, preferred by female bandits (sheaves) and wildflowers (rangers).

On one hand is a dagger with a blade shaped like a three sun moon. In his other hand he had, for some reason, a hand mirror decorated with a silver design like a swing cage.

"Run, both of you"

"Are you...?

"Quick!"

It was an unspoken tone.

The two women rise as if they had been pushed on their backs and flee to roll through the gaps in the siege formation.

The adventurer girl retreated to restrain her surroundings while sheltering the two, and once again turned to the bandits as the two fled.

Still, the bandits hadn't panicked yet.

Women's feet also know how fast they can escape. It's easier to catch up than having Fleurmore. Even after dealing with this intruder.

"Oh, my God, who is it?"

"... I honestly want someone to tell me what I am right now."

"Huh?"

The adventurer girl sighed, looking seriously troubled.

"One opponent, clean it up!

The chief was calm among his men who were bewildered by the odd accomplishments.

When he commands in his torso voice, his men regain their nervousness and set up their swords.

The adventurer girl against...... peered into the hand mirror.

"Uh-oh, I'm still here today. Wow!

"What are you kidding...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I thought those who cut ahead waved down their swords and slashed them on the girl, that was when.

The figure of the girl peering into the hand mirror was scattered into a herd of remnants divided into several rhombus shapes.

He left a roar like a tinnitus and disappeared.

The sword swept down cuts the sky, momentum swept into the earth.

"Ha-ha-ha..."

Immediately after that.

The girl was piercing the man's throat as she held the man who waved down her sword from behind her back.

The three-moon-shaped dagger wields sharply, and the blood paste is thrown to the ground like a spit thrown away.

The body of the man who lost his support collapsed about.

"... oh, I didn't exactly practice it, but I can do it.

"Don't even go to temple school. I was studying killing people! Nah, I'm not proud of you."

The girl sighs in a suspiciously glowing hand mirror looking genuinely fed up.

"Oh, my God!

A traitor adventurer stuck out a short spear sharply.

A blow that even pierces the air and makes it a skewer, but once again, it swings empty.

The girl disappears as a remnant split into rhombus shapes. And behind the spear man.

"There!

I think I was reading that move.

He was a spear man who made it look like he released a poke, but that was a feint. Stick a stone poke out behind your back through your armpit as if to reflux the spear movement as it were.

But.

"Bitter!?

The spear man's face was torn in two straight up and down.

A girl who thought she'd gone around behind her back was slashed from the front for some reason.

"... this woman (Ama) Ah!

It was not a fatal injury.

But the spear man, who was attacked unexpectedly and whose eyes were crushed by the blood flowing from his face, snaps away with a short spear in his hand.

The spear plundered not the girl, but two bandits who were nearby.

"Whew!" "Whoa!?

One of the frightened bandits had his throat scratched by a girl at that moment.

"Calm down!" "Idiot, where are you going?" "How many of these guys are there!?

And it went to turmoil.

The bandits remain perplexed and strike at the girl at the same time anyway.

But I can't capture that. If you think you've slashed it, it disappears like foam, and if you think you're on the right, you can see it on the left.

If you think you're going to attack me, fall back, and if you think you're going to slash me, I'm going to poke you to death.

appearance, signs, and make. Everything about her is Miss Lead.

The bandits were unilaterally scratched, as if they were dealing with enemies who looked the same as about five.

"... back off! Build a ring!

A bronze voice echoes that rocks the ground, and discipline returns to the bandits who were in a state of confusion.

It was the chief's decree that was taking a step back and watching how it went.

Everybody moves before they even think about it.

The bandits, who still survived, stopped the attack and formed a siege.

"Oops..."

Within a three-step radius siege, a girl stopped moving.

The equally spaced bandits are sticking their swords straight at each other to keep them away.

"It's not an instant move, it's not a split. He's blinded, isn't he?

When the chief said at the rate of winning, the girl did not deny it in particular, but rather looked interesting.

"Oh, you've noticed so well! It's a waste of time to be a bandit. Uncle, the out-of-the-box guy?

From what I've seen, it's well equipped, and it takes control.

Destroyed by the Kenneth Empire. "

"Shut up. Now Temehe is a sack of rats.

... hehe, colorless body but not bad face.

The sin of interrupting our work is heavy, woman. Three holes together, blocked and hee-hee, let me say. "

"Sorry for the truncation!!

And the chief's head flew.

The bandits, who were concentrating on the girl, finally realized when they heard a strange hanging.

To the demon that appeared from behind the chief and attacked him.

The eyes cloudy, the skin pale enough to say, a man with a lumpy body of blue and white.

He is wearing clothes in the style seen in the Empire and the Far East, bracketing long blonde hair high above his head and fastening it with a belt to match in front of his body.

The weapon in your hand is a beautifully polished, single-edged sword.

The demon, who looked like a man, bit and ate off the flesh on his cheek as he caught the head of the jumped chief.

"Delicious!

"Ghoul......!?

"It's undead. Huh!

With the incredibly light killing of the chief, who was also a spiritual pillar, the bandits disrupt the formation, screaming pitifully and lagging behind like dogs who lost the fight.

The girl looked at such bandits with a sorrowful and pitiful eye.

"I'm sorry. I had to fight alone because I was my wagamama until I got those two off the hook, but I think I've gone far enough... and it's military action from here on out.

Your meat is supplies, food for the Siel-Teira army. Your bones are recruits. [M]

I can't even stop this on the boulder, so don't feel bad, sir!

In an adorable pose illusory as if the stars had scattered, the girl sued for immunity.

What do you mean, only if you have time to ask?

A flock of brilliantly armed undead pushed in as they overflowed from the surrounding woods.

Gools in knight armor. Skeletons as well. The skeleton with the robe and the cane is rich.

Adventure-style swordsman Ghoul in red dragon scale armor.

A big man wielding the arm of a machine with a splash of steam.

A woman fighter wearing imperial-style clothes and placing bills on her face...

"Ugh, wow!

One unnamed bandit group disappeared from the street.