Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Returning near the entrance to the cave and holding the thrown luggage bag, he throws gold coins, weapons, etc. into it.

And then you see a small iron cage in the corner of the square.

It was in a shadow place off the lamp lights and I didn't seem to notice. I stopped nearby and looked inside and saw one injured animal staring at me from inside the cage.

When I took the cage near the lamp, I could clearly see the animal inside. It was the fox that was inside. No, it's an animal similar to a fox.

I wonder if it's about sixty centimeters from head to tail tip, the tail accounts for half of the body, and its tail is like tampon cotton wool. The head remains characteristic of the fox, and the big triangular ear is jiggling towards this side of the ear for vigilance. The front and rear legs of the body have mask-like objects, which give the impression of being musty.

The soft looking fur is slightly hard to tell by the lamp lights but the light grass green hairs cover the entire back and the belly hairs are apparently white.

While that creature in the cage reverses its large cotton wool tail, it growls quietly without trying to take this one out of sight. You can see shallow wounds on the front leg and deep wounds on the back leg, and red blood seeps into the soft hair.

In the meantime, I'm going to unzip the cage and open the entrance and exit in an attempt to heal the wound by hanging the healing magic.

But the grassy fox inside has no sign of ever trying to get out on guard. If this doesn't reveal, he reaches into the cage and tries to get the fox out.

"Geez!"

The grassy fox barks briefly and bites into the fingers of his hand that stick into the cage. No pain at all thanks to the covered armor up to the tip of his finger, but the grassy fox never tries to release his chewed finger and is roaring in the back of his throat.

"Look, I'm not scared..."

When you can pull your bitten finger out of the cage, saying a dialogue like a girl in the Valley of the Wind, the bitten grass fox is also drawn as it drifts out of the cage. Apparently I don't have the power to calm down animals......

"[Healing (Heel)]"

When you cast a healing magic with your fingers bitten, the soft light overflows and the light converges in the injury area, which you can play. A classic skill of a monk in a basic profession.

The grassy fox was stunned by the sight, spreading his cotton wool tail further apart and jumping back. I have my big eyes closed.

"Kiyun?

And somehow he leans his neck strangely, turning his face back to look at his own injured leg, licking his pepper and where he was injured. Then, licking his front leg, he washes his face out like a cat.

I'm going to pose for a seat on the spot to see if the hair repair is done properly, and I'm going to look up at this one as I shake my big cotton wool tail loosely.

Apparently, he's not willing to run away.

That's where I remember the stuff in my luggage. When I take the dried berries I bought this morning out of my luggage bag, the grass fox cracks my nose and looks at this one at hand to see what bothered me by the smell. I put a berry on my hand and offer it to you, laughing at how it goes.

At first I was alert or tingled my nose and smelled the berries on my hands, but when I chewed a grain of berries I decided to go a little further away, where I started mumbling and chewing (squeaking). When I finished eating, I walked here again, and I chewed a grain of berries again. When I went back and forth with that, I got used to it and started eating the berries on my hands well.

There was no such thing as vigilance until just now, and on the contrary, I want to think that as a wildlife, it's okay.

They could eat all the berries they bought, and when they grinned and stroked the grassy fox's head, they squeaked and narrowed their eyes.

I don't have anything blind here anymore, so I get up to spare time and walk out towards the entrance to the cave. Then, together from behind, the grassy fox also spins its short legs fast and comes with the blame.

When I see it and stop on the spot, I also stop on the spot in a sitting pose over there, shaking my big cotton wool and looking up at this one.

"You want to come with me?

In an inquiry that I didn't expect to hear back, the grassy fox shouts and comes to my feet to shake my tail. It's like I understand what you're saying.

I don't know the biological type name, but I don't sneak in grassy foxes. I twist my head that I should even think of something by name.

─ ─ Green Tight......,

"Which is better, Oaget or Templar?

When I suggested the name, the tail of the cotton wool dripped down. Apparently I didn't like it......

─ ─ Green fox......,

"Okay, Ponta"

"Ki-yun!

Now you seem to like it, the cotton wool stands perfectly and sways loosely.

"So, Ponta, you want to go?

When asked so, Ponta jumps on the spot all the time when she squeaks.

Then a wind rolls around Ponta, spreading its veil and riding that wind, slowly rising up through the air as if riding an invisible elevator.

"Whoa!?

I stutter so much, my eyes nail to the ponta with a loud voice. Apparently he's manipulating wind magic. Otherwise, there can be no such local upward airflow in the cave.

Ponta jumped on his armor helmet as he rode in the wind and raised his altitude. Because Pong Tai rode on over his head in the face, the cotton wool on his tail blocked his vision and he couldn't see anything. When you squeeze the cotton wool with your hands, your sight opens to see if the ponta has adjusted its position over your head.

And that's a creature that I can't help but say fantasy, I didn't know there were creatures that use magic to fly themselves...... I thought it would just glide away in tree life because it was like a musty body.

I get a little excited and let go of my expensive, take my luggage on my shoulders and get out of the cave.

The remains of the bandits scattered near the entrance are baked and disposed of with [flame (fire)] because they have trouble attracting anything weird. Ponta over his head was surprised by the flames at first, but after a while, he's used to it or he's shaking his tail behind his helmet, making it big.

Make sure what was left of the crude turns into charcoal before leaving the bandits' Negijo behind.

I got a lot of loot this time, so it looks like one person and one person won't have to work for the time being.

Silently walking and transferring, it finally comes to the clippings of the forest.

The leaves of the trees that had covered the sky are gone, and the sky, which began to show a little redness, covers one side. Looks like he spent quite a bit of time in the woods.

You can see the city walls of Diento in the distance, and it's no longer popular with the pompous and sprawling plots in front of you.

As I walked upstream along the Rydell River for a while, I could see someone standing in the distance with their back pointed this way.

He wrapped his hemp coat around it and lowered his hood with his green golden hair in the wind. Physically, he looks like a man, but the man clearly sees only one distinct trait from the others. Its long, pointed ears, clearly visible from behind, are a hallmark of the species we often see in stories and games.

"The first thing you see, Elf."

I'm a little happy and [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] moves all the way to the back of that elf at once, and I accidentally hang up like that.

Then the elf man leaps off the scene, pulling out the slender sword he raised on his hips as he looked back, putting up his sword and staring at this one.

To the extent that Cui's sharp eyes do not touch her shoulders, her slender but firm body wears light leather armor, and the tip of her sword is pointed straight at her. I can see that the bandits are quite warriors with different physical hips and atmospheres.

"Who is it, you?"

The elf man stands guarded and who does what with a low, well-traveled voice as he lowers to open the time a little. But the man's gaze is fixed staring at a certain point. The end of my gaze is further above my face, like a ponta on my head...?

In the meantime, respond to what the man has asked me.

"Arc. A traveler. I've never seen an elf before, so I'm sorry."

The elf man glances back here in surprise and lowers his sword tip just a little bit.

"... people, is it? I don't think Bento Volpiz will miss people..."

"? Bento?

"... commonly known as cottonwool fox. It's about the Spirit Beast on your head... He lives in a herd. Where did you get that?

"Ho, was it the Spirit? Ponta is."

The ponta over my head just rang in a strange voice, still sticking it over my head. The elf man watching the situation stares at this one with a frightened eye.

"It's not a spirit, it's a spiritual beast. It's about a creature that holds the power of the Spirit. You don't even know that? Is the contents empty under the fine armor?"

The guy told me to make a little fool of myself, but I can't help it all. There is no reason to know about this situation or the ecosystem.

It's just that the contents of the armor aren't empty, they're packed with bones, but...

"I'm sorry. I've never seen a spiritual beast before. This guy found himself trapped with injuries in the bandit's Negijo and freed him. However, if I heal my injuries and feed them a little, they will still miss me..."

"Hmm, normal spiritual beasts are alert and hard to miss even the elves. You mean the weirdos are everywhere..."

That's what the man says, when he returns the sword he was erecting to the sheath of his hips, he trims his coat and puts on his hood, covering his ears softly, which is the hallmark of the elves.

A stranger, I think I aligned my gaze with the man's words this way, but is it my fault?

"So, what is your Lord doing here? I didn't see any elves in the city, but are we going to the city?

The elf with the jacket in his eyes exhales in a frightened sigh.

"Are you really human? The people fear and dislike those who are different from themselves and those who are good. Our Elves have long lives and high magical abilities. Even this kingdom of Rhoden, which has made a treaty with us, is the object of their hunt if they do not sneak their eyes. I hear our people in the woods are going to be rich."

The eyes behind the jacket that said so were filled with anger and hatred.

Perhaps it is forbidden to hunt elves ostensibly in this country. But the treaty that you banned doesn't seem to have the proper effect. If you look him in the eye, you can imagine yourself without knowing more about what people have done.

When I say hunting, I won't kill you. If they elves were barbaric and belligerent, they wouldn't sign treaties or anything in the first place, and no one would pay high money to crusade what was banned by national law. Are you saying that if Elf's blood doesn't work for all the illnesses or something, it's probably traded in a slave-like way... Then the purpose of this man being near a man's city is to...

"The liberation of the elf slaves in the city..."

Growling so, the elf in front of him revealed his vigilance with swordswallowing eyes.

"Hmm, I won't say anything to anyone in the people. What we talked about here, what we met about the Elves..."

Shoulder down a little and sigh, denying what he would be concerned about.

"I really believe I can trust people's words."

"Ki-kyun!

As the elf intensified his discourse and tried to reach for the sword on his hips again, the ponta above his head sounded sharply as he raised his voice of protest.

The elf man who saw it often stopped posturing, then slowly loosened his guard and took his hand off the sword.

"Hmm. Do you mean he who also exchanged his heart with the Spirit Beast in the curved form? Don't forget what you just said!

That's what the man said, walking toward the woods when he rubbed off early enough, and eventually he was blind.

After all, I couldn't hear the name of the elf man and it was a maneuver.

Because of this, I thought I could interact with different races in different worlds, but people's preferences are too negative and suddenly it seems difficult.

Well, I might see him again if I'm on edge. If an elf is imprisoned in the city, it would be stingy to let him know when you see him again.

With that in mind, my legs again walk out toward the city.

The city walls lit up in the sunset are sitting there no different from yesterday's.

But unlike yesterday, the city wall also looked like a clash covering people's desires.