Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Chase the three elf women to the ground floor with a transfer. They exited the staircase room, through the room at the end of the hallway, and exited by the hall in the center of the ground floor.

A large central staircase stretches upstairs directly in front of the main entrance, and further staircases towards the third floor can be seen on either side of the corridor in the shape overlooking the hall upstairs. Shortly up the central staircase is adorned with portrait-like paintings depicting a full-bodied, belly-headed, grey-haired man. A large chandelier hangs in the center of the hall, and a host of array of expensive conditioning items tell the story of the Lord's power here.

"The lord is on the third floor in the bedroom. And no one's watching the hall. Wow... that's crazy ~?"

A flame is rising in his right hand, even as one of the two prisoners, a shortcut elf, groans as he looks across the central hall. I guess he tried to unleash spiritual magic on the guard soldiers.

"Maybe the fire that broke out in the city cracked personnel..."

I caught up with the girls who arrived in the central hall first and stepped into the hall talking about my guess. The floor of the hall is a polished marble-like floor, and walking with metal armor sounds pretty flashy, stopping your feet accidentally.

"That would be convenient! Let's just go hog hunting!!

When a long-haired elf who looks like an adult leaps with an invincible laugh, an unnatural strong wind blows through the room. Ponta honks over her head as she jumps upstairs wearing thin ground feathers.

Apparently he used the power of the wind just like Ponta did.

After her, the other two run up to the stairs on the third floor as well.

"Ki-kyun!

The ponta above the head also rushes ahead, so this one also transfers in [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] and exits in front of the stairs leading to the third floor.

When I went up the stairs and reached the third floor, I heard men screaming and women screaming from the back of the hallway, and a flashy crushing noise.

With the loud noise of saying Don, I could see the female servant-like men running towards me from behind the hallway, so I lined up next to the armor armor that was decorated beside the hallway, flipping the coat that was wrapped around and pretending to be a figurine of armor to do it.

They should probably be witnesses to tonight's incident. I would like to be excused from being testified here that a suspicious armored knight was among us, making it difficult to move in the future.

There is no development of communication equipment, and testimony to that extent may not have much effect in this world with many people wearing armor in the city, but I have never been cautious.

While viewing one of the female servants who runs away is half-naked with the armor armor placed next to him, Ponta over his head also sticks around without reading the air or being slight. Ponta's blocked wool would not even look like a Roman soldier's helmet from the side. Even though I don't care about that, I head to the room where the servant pops up.

An object that would have been a luxurious building door with two large openings was now unbroken on one side, and in front of it was scattered around what appeared to have been a guard. The limbs had been flown everywhere to look unbroken.

Stepping over it and into the room, it was a pretty big bedroom there. The dishes were arranged so expensive that even the amateur could see them, and a large, beautifully sculpted covered bed was placed in the center.

The whole room is pretty bright with fluorescent lights somewhere overflowing from crystal-like objects installed on candlestick-like objects.

On the wall behind that bedroom, a man with plenty of gray hair, very similar to the majestic face that had earlier been decorated in the central hall, had his right hand pierced and pasted with a knife in a pitiful figure with a rounded lower body.

Long-haired elves kick up as much as they want toward that rounded lower body.

"Gha-ha, no, no, no, no, no!!!!

A scream like the end of the world is spewed out by a man who would be a lord, hearing the screams of his soul. While this one is only bone, his hip shrinks cum.

Without being able to fall by a sewn hand, the lord, desperately standing in his inner crotch drooling of sweat and covetousness, squeezed out his voice with a constant gaze.

"Ki, you...! If I do this for free, I'm thinking!! I am the Marquis of this country!! This is what you see in me. No, no, no."

Arian removed the hood of his coat as he glanced at the lord, who endured desperately with his inner crotch with a rounded lower body, as if to see even dirt.

The light purple skin hidden in the coat becomes dewy, and the shaken pure white hair looks slightly blue with the light of crystals overflowing the room. There were indications that the atmosphere she had wrapped around was a bit cold.

"You don't seem to understand anything, do you? Even if you are killed here, this country is in no position to say anything against the Canadian Elves. It was Rhoden who broke his promise... just disappear."

That's all I say with a voice that makes me feel out of my heart and gall, when I cut a piece of the sheet and stuffed it in the mouth of the Marquis, I shifted my gaze and nodded at the two elves who were drifting a magical aura behind me after glancing at it.

As soon as the two jumped on the Marquis and rarely struck him, a marquis scream echoed in his bedroom and a blood splash splashed around him. It's like watching a gang fight drama. No matter how physically competent you are, please don't just piss them off...

Escaping reality from such a slaughtered bedroom atmosphere, I looked around and saw a heavy door fitted with a lock that looked sturdy in the back of the room.

Beautiful carved locks are a sufficient substitute to arouse your curiosity to look into the back room.

Pull out the sword you raised on your hips and flash its door. It was like cutting paper with a paper knife, but the door slashed diagonally without resistance turned the lock to refuse the intruder into a useless long object.

When the door was peeled off from the hinge to secure the passageway and proceeded to the back, there were cluttered items from narrow and art-like objects to expensive conditioning items and items that were indistinguishable from what to use.

There were several hinged wooden boxes in the back, and when I opened inside, a number of sturdy leather bags filled with gold coins were pushed in.

Why doesn't gold attract and stop people by now? I felt as though I had found the treasure when I found it, and my expression unwittingly loosened. There are no facial expressions to loosen...

It may be difficult to bring out all the gold coins that are right here, but if you refill them into big sturdy leather bags, you can bring them up somewhat.

As she said earlier, she was hoarding money in a way that the country could not say publicly anyway. You won't be able to say anything with some disrespect from here.

I think so. I quickly throw a bag of gold coins into a sturdy leather bag and go. It's just a gold coin, so if you're too greedy, there can be a hole in the bag. As I was searching for gold coins with my face, I noticed that a sword was embellished on the wall.

The sword body has complex speckles that float and emit a silver glow. The pattern features a lion's head relief and the eyes are embedded with red jewels.

The sword looked familiar...

It was a sword I had seen in the game before. The category of rarity is only a sword classified in the prestigious category, and the name is "The Sword of the Lion King". It must have been a weapon that could have been corrected for speed and attack. I don't know if that applies in this world...

In the meantime, I'll take this too, because I can't help wearing dust here.

Yes, I was alone and took my sword, and the bedroom on the other side became rushed when I was delivering it to the sheath that was decorated below and sticking it in the gold bag.

"He's a thief in the mansion!!!! There's thieves out there. Ooh!

"I should let one of them get away with it!!!!

One footstep after the other the guard rushes into the bedroom and you hear metal bumping into each other by the sword trident. And the screams of the men tree spirit when the occasional explosion sounds.

After the entire mansion trembled to a frightening paralysis with a loud explosion sound, there was a sound of paralysis and something collapsing, and after a while, something burned.

Maybe the mansion caught fire.

Then I walked into this room and there was one person who called out with a frightened face.

"What are you doing?

He flips a gray coat, arms up and is royal. Its rich double hills, even from above the corset-shaped leather armor, are lifted by the assembled arms to start asserting themselves even more.

From what I've seen from her, I guess I look like some kind of fucking mud trying to get away with stuffing a big leather bag with a glass of gold. It would be perfect with a green cheek cover.

If there was a fireplace nearby, it would have looked a little bit like Santa, but there was no fireplace here.

"Rebuilding an organization takes money unexpectedly."

Behind her, who looked surprised at what she was trying to say, she showed herself whether the two elves had done the same thing.

"If we want to start a kidnapping organization the same way again, we won't be able to rebuild it right away without that funding. If we can bring out the huge sums of money we have here, we can blunt our next move."

Tell her why she blinded herself to her gold coins by adding a particularly plausible statement. Well, what you're saying shouldn't be strong or wrong...

When Arian glances at the two elves on both sides, they both nod as if they agree, filling the leather bags that were nearby with gold coins. Ariane likewise gets together and packs gold coins as soon as she can.

"Nevertheless, you can often be plainly responsible for such heavy gold coins... There's more than three times what I am... it..."

"Whatever your plan is, isn't it a little hard to get out of here with all this heavy stuff?

"Uh-oh, it's heavy."

The three of them look a little frightened when they see the big leather bag that this one is in charge of.

"It's okay, he can handle metastatic magic. I don't need you here anymore. Let's go."

"What?! Hey!? I can't believe you can handle metastatic magic on your own, can you?!

"Ugh, I'm short of training."

The downstairs were getting noisy again while we were interacting like that. Don't just leave me alone here.

The three of us are responsible for most of the gold coins in the room, and we have no use here anymore.

"[Transfer Gate]!"

The magic formation deployed at the same time as the magic activation spreads into the room and begins to shed light. In the next moment the scenery had changed and everyone had moved from the city of Diento to the grassland on the downstream side, just ahead of crossing the river.

"Successful escape for once. Really, metastatic magic is convenient, I don't know if I can use it..."

"Huh?!! Shh!? Really metastatic magic?!

"Oh, I'm tired. Where are we?

As each of us looks around in the response of the Three Kinds, I am a little surprised to see around as well. Looks like everything that was in the magic line has been transferred here in response to magic.

Around us, artwork that had been placed in the earlier room was being transferred to conditioning items and so on, and they rolled into the grass unwrought.

There's still fire smoke going up in the city of Diento over here on the river, and I feel like it's even increased. With that said, you also heard the lord's hall burning...

"Hmm, is this all accomplished once and for all?

When Arian, who was similarly looking across the river, turned to this side of the river, he laughed invincibly and took five elf gold coins out of his leather lumbar bag, throwing them here and dropping them over.

"That was really helpful this time. The promised reward. The gold I've stolen has become more expensive..."

"Every time," he says, grabbing it with one hand and throwing it into a leather bag on his hips.

"Ark, I'm headed to the nearest inner 'La Latoia', but aren't you willing to see your elder?

Put down the gold coin bag you held on your shoulder, and Arian asked with a serious eye on this one.

Personally, I'd like to see the inside of an elf. But I'd rather not see a great man who says he's an elder.

"Hmm, I'd like to go inside the elves... Do I have to see the elders anyway?

"That's just right. In order to invite the others, we need to ask the elders for permission first. To be honest with you, I was wondering if you could help me in the future... and introduce me to one of my elders as a sign of trust. What do you say?"

The two elves on both sides of Arian give a slightly surprising look but quietly refrain from pinching their mouths to her suggestion.

"I can't take off this armor... No, if you're going to put your trust in me, let's stop lying. I don't want to take this armor off."

"I need you to just show your face to see the elders... can't you?

Answer her quiet question first.

"May I ask why?

When asked why, it's hard to answer. I personally don't want to lie much against her. But telling the truth won't make sense.

"If I take this helmet, Lord Arian will turn his sword to me."

"If I swear I will never turn my sword, will you show me your face?

Her golden eyes won't let go by looking straight at this side of the spectrum. If we get this far, we'll be wild and mountainous. If we expose ourselves to their reactions, it could also be a guide to our lives in the future.

When I put my hand on it to take the helmet, the ponta that was sticking over my head jumped down and landed cleverly on my shoulder.

Take the helmet and turn back to them.

─ ─ ─ -Everybody looks stunned.

Now they will see a skeleton standing in armor in front of them and a blue and white flame shaking like a human soul in their orbits.

The elves on both sides instantly moved into a combat posture, causing a swing of magic from their bodies.

But Arian, standing in the front, stood up trying to control those two with his hands.

"Ark......, you, what the hell is that look like...... what?

She has asked in a slow tone, though keeping the surprising colors from riding her voice as hard as possible.

It would be incomprehensible to say to the boulders that they came to different worlds as game characters.

"I don't even know... I just realized that I was thrown out of this country by just one person..."

"Isn't this the Immortal (Undead)?!

"The Armored Immortal (undead) looks so strong and scared!"

The two elves don't break the fighting attitude and stare at this one, but Arian tries to look at this one with a sober look.

"Look closely. He's not wrapped up in death... If you're an immortal (undead) with a filth of death, you can't miss the Spirit Beast. Besides, can he use healing?

Two elves are gradually confused by her words as well.

"Oh, that? With that said, it's the cotton-haired fox on his shoulder... of the Spirit Beast. What do you mean?

"The Undead can use the dark power of the curse, but not the power of the light to purify the curse, right?"

Ariane laughs just a little when she sees the confusion between the two.

"Ark, you used that power to help our people... Your secrets don't come out. If that's because of the curse, the elders might be able to give us some wisdom."

Thank you for that. Anyway, in this body, I was also feeling a little sad as a man for not responding to the sketchy costumes of the two elf women in front of me.

No, this isn't a good place to joke......

"That's very kind of you. If this curse is broken, I'll never be happier."

While hammering me like that, I put my helmet back on again.

But I wonder why you did it to the avatar of the whole body bone, and now I'm falling prey to my past behavior.

"I'll name you again. My name is Arian Glennis Maple. A warrior belonging to the Canadian Great Forest Maple."

With that said, she has offered her right hand. Grip that back, too.

"It's Ark. I'm traveling to break this curse."

Say that yourself, but decide on your future goals.

It was my own brain setting, I didn't think the name of this journey to un-curse myself would ever really come true.

"Then I'll join the Duncas upstream of the river!

She laughs and takes on a leather bag of gold coins. I also take on a large leather bag that I put on the ground and do my gaze at the forest upstream of the river, which is the confluence point.

The night has not dawned yet, and the prospect is nothing but the moonlight, but for now the direction is fixed.

─ ─ ─ Do you want to go now?