Skeleton Knight, in Another World

When I go down to the river plain and call Ponta, who was moisturizing her throat with river water, she rings fine and rushes over here. Waiting with a slight knee poke, he leaps on his shoulder and sticks it in an even more usual fixed position, over his head.

When I took the pistachios out of my luggage and lifted some peeling, I snarled with joy as I waved my tail.

Walk in the shallow waters of the river and enter the forest on the opposite bank.

From here it is already the realm of the Elf Forest. There is no particularly gloomy atmosphere in the woods, a pleasant forest with bright leaky days.

No blood stains were found on this side that fell into the weed.

But there was a path like a trail of vandalism. Does that mean he was wounded while crossing the river and began to bleed from across the shore?

Then there may be a security zone around here for bandits and thinkers.

I think so. I'll explore the area as carefully as I can, but I can't seem to trace it any further. All you have to do is walk down the tunnel and look.

Especially since I'm not being chased by time, I look for it while I take a relaxing walk in the woods with Ponta. Ponta also sometimes finds the nuts she cares about, she rises with wind magic and brings home the nuts on the tree to taste over her own head.

Eventually, as the sun inclined and the view in the woods was gradually staining with a sea colour, something like a mountain path was found. The width of the mountain path is only one carriage at best, to the extent that it has been properly mowed, to the extent that it can be described as a hard road.

The road stretches northeast and southwest.

Today it is time for the sun to set, so walk towards the southwest, which would be the direction to go out into the woods. Is it time for Ponta over my head to be asleep, and sometimes I hear a much bigger stretch of voice.

As you go down the mountain path in the woods, you will hear the noise of a man meeting his sword trident with the kind of noise he disputes from the side of the road.

Off the mountain path and quietly proceeded not to rattle the grass as he sank into the woods, I can see a carriage of horses and a group of people around it a little further away, somehow draining their weapons and killing them.

Seeing that the groups are all wrapped around the same discreet range of colours, with weapons and shields in place to protect the carriage, it is clear that they are not like the mere bandits of the gathering.

The carriage of a carriage parked slightly rearward of the group is somehow covered with cloth and there is no way to know the contents. However, it is possible that someone is hiding because the carrier can feel signs of people.

Next to the carrier stands a skinny shaped man pulling out his sword, but this one has a shivering tip because of his hips, unlike a group that unfolds forward.

Around the carriage, there are about three people who have received arrows and become unspeakable corpses. Looks like they're under attack.

One more person, a man of good stature who was in a forward group, falls down on the spot wondering if he groaned. When the man fell and his sight opened, there he drew his sword back, and the figure of the raider, who rearranged without alarm, entered his eyes.

There stood a beautiful woman with a skinny sword, and at first glance she could see that she was not a normal person.

Smooth skin like a light purple crystal, long, white hair like snow, and eyes surrounded by sharp, pointed ears are suspiciously golden in the woods that have begun to darken. Just pointy ears aren't as long as the ears of an elf man I've met before.

He flips a gray coat around him, wraps himself in plain but easy-to-move clothing with a long sleeve hem, and is equipped with leather corset-like protective equipment on top.

What you do without alarm is reminiscent of a warrior of war.

But the claims of an overwhelming woman were overflowing from her body wrapped in that plain garment. The chest is still close to breaking down without being able to hold down its overwhelming mass, with tight glutes and supple legs stretching beneath the bracketed hips.

If you want to be blinded at all by that beautiful limb, a silver, flashing sword placed in your hand hits you abruptly and sinks the tough men into the ground one after the other.

Further from her standing position, there were those who were sometimes releasing arrows and struggling to surround her, causing arrow wounds.

He who unleashes an arrow while shielding the trunk of the great tree from the scaffold with the thick branches of the great tree that can be found in the back, which had the same characteristics as those he had previously seen near the city of Diento.

It's green blonde hair, jade eyes, long, pointed ears, and a slender body, the Elves. It's just that a man with an arrow on his back is a different man than anyone I've seen near the city before.

The two raiders deal with nearly twenty hand-worked groups without dangerously hanging them on their teeth. Watching the game quietly from Ponta, wondering if the settlement would be over in a few minutes if we kept going, I saw a man trembling and spitting evil in the back rushing toward the carriage.

When the man pulled off the cloth that was on the luggage on the carrier, he called out loudly to one of the raiders, a woman, with his sword pointed at you.

"Woman!! Surrender as you are!! Otherwise I'll fill the holes with swords!!! So is the elf guy in the back!!

The man sets up his blues and screams as he sprinkles his spit.

At the tip of the sword directed, on the carrier was a large iron plaid, in which four boys and girls were pushed in. Long ears in golden hair and emerald eyes, all inside were Elf children.

The sword-targeted children are leaking a whimper from their mouths bitten with monkeys and seeping tears into the edges of their eyes because of fear.

When the blackmail of the man stops the sword movement she was waving, a slight relieving exhalation leaks from the men around her. At the same time, the siege gradually shrinks.

"Damn! Shameless people!!!... If I can be forced to live and endure a long humiliation with humility here, I will make you choose to die proud as a forest people!!!

When she shouts so, she restarts her lowered sword tip. More intense hatred and anger is blowing from both eyes than earlier, and a darker aura is pressurizing, causing the men around them to step on their feet.

The elf man in the back seems unsure what to do and can't hold his bow. It is clear that there will be several casualties to the Elves' hostages as they are.

Besides, it would be the sex of a man who can't help but want to get close to that light purple skinned beauty.

"Hmm, you seem to be burning your hands. How about a little help?"

Into an atmosphere of one-touch immediacy, after putting Ponta in a collar roll and evacuating her from above her head, she approaches the man in the carriage with a voice with a face that doesn't eat anything.

For a moment, the ambient air stirs.

If a silver armored knight dressed in a black coat emerges from behind, I don't think anyone will, it's full of suspicion. The man who was blackmailing her doesn't seem to be caught up in her anger earlier and thinking. "Give me a hand? Hands..." he muttered with a shuddered face in rebellion of what this one said.

I go pack my distance, alarming a man who hasn't made such a normal decision.

I may have used the metastasis to sink fast, but I hesitated to use it without darkness in this situation where there were numerous eyes. It is still a delicate atmosphere to see if they can have friendly relations with the people of the woods where they have taken over this seizure.

"Okay! If I can capture that dark elf woman, I will reward you plenty!!! Get him alive!!!

"Nah!! What are you thinking, you!!! You can't trust such a suspicious guy, are you insane!!!

When a man whose thought circuit is white flies instructions over here screaming all about his name, one of the men in the group ahead who hears it speaks out in protest. Exactly. The humans on that side still seem to keep a normal thought circuit.

"annoying annoying shut up!!! You're directing me to a habit of incompetence where I can't hold one woman down!!! Get that woman now!! Because of this rare species will escape!!!

He's in good shape, but I don't see why such incompetence is mixed up in this group. Is it the supervisor of this crowded group or something? As for this one, it's very helpful, so I don't mind...

And is she a dark elf......, much different from an elf. Speaking of dark elves in the game I was playing, I was a race with long ears in red eyes on brown skin, but I seem to look quite different in this world.

Besides, I guess it's a small number when it comes to rare species.

Thinking about the lack of such benefits, but clogging up to the distance of one breath to the position where the incompetent man is, he packs up the intermission at once. The current body, which is experiencing exceptional improvement in physical abilities, remains fully armored, and this distance can be approached in blinking minutes.

Swing the sword through and slash it away toward the incompetent man who will not let go of the sword but will summon it from earlier.

The slaughtered man turned to a stunned look after a frightened face without knowing what had happened for a moment, and remained stunned.

Late on his upper body, which began to slip off, he collapsed on the spot as his relaxed lower body scattered dirt in his tailored trousers.

Everyone gets a flash look at the sight for a moment. But the next moment, the earliest thought back was Dark Elf's girlfriend.

When the men distracted by this one instantly pack their time, they stroke three of them.

Behind the hasty attempts by the men around you to regain their posture, this one now packs the intermission and waves the sword off your head all at once, people break it in two as if even fish were to descend. Upset runs to those around him and screams wooden spirits around him.

To those who try to escape, the elf man, who was on the tree in the back, shoots arrows from overhead and takes them one after the other.

In minutes of things, the area had been transformed into a quiet space with only the bugging voice and the leaf rubbing of the trees that the wind caused.