Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The tall and thick trunk trees that look up, in the woods where they stand around, advance their feet not to kick into the moss-covered roots that stick out on the ground.

Already the east of the sky is beginning to whiten, but only slightly sunny with the leaves of depressed and bushy trees in the way and falling to the ground.

Three large bags of gold coins bearing that inside on their backs mingle in the woods with the leaf rubs of the trees as they make noise inside with charisma every time they walk.

This is the middle of a great Canadian forest with elves in the woods of the other world.

In this world where he was thrown out as a character he was playing before falling asleep, he somehow ended up helping the Elves by going right and left.

I have no regrets about that. If the Japanese had an elf or a beast ear people eating for it, I would try to help without a human being, it should be such a people. Maybe.

Elf women walking in front are one of the few species known as Dark Elves. Light purple crystal-like smooth skin, snowy white, long hair, sharp, pointed ears are shorter than the ears of the Elves. He wraps leather corset-shaped protective equipment over plain garments with long, long-sleeved long hems, but the fleshy limbs overflowing within them release enough appeal to unconsciously gather a man's gaze.

Her name is Arian Glennis Maple. He is one of the warriors belonging to Maple, the forest capital of this great Canadian forest. Skinny swords are lowered on his hips and he specializes in spiritual magic.

With her breasts swinging up and down every time she walked like that, and her glutes swinging every time she took her legs, she followed herself from behind as if she were a Hamern whistle blower, and as she was chasing her with her gaze, she accidentally stopped and glanced at her golden eyes.

Apparently, my gaze sensed--

The body I got when I came to this world was that of the player character in the game I was playing until before I fell asleep.

Full body armor of silver, decorated with detail and coloured with white and ethereal tones, as if it were a luxurious armor worn by a mythical knight.

The cloak swayed by the wind is pitch black reminiscent of the darkness of the night, and on the inside you can see the starry sky in the cloak with a brilliance as if it had cut through the night sky.

On his back he bears a large round shield decorated with an elaborate design, and on his back lower back he raises a large sword that emits a divine presence.

And the extreme thing is that the contents of the armor were all skeleton bodies.

For this reason, the body in the armor has no eyes. There's just a light shaking like a pale human soul in his orbit.

Still, it seems she feels gaze, horrible what a woman feels like.

When I think in my head that there is no such benefit, the voices of two women hang from behind me.

"I've consumed a lot of magic. Spirit, stop the magic, will you lend me a weapon?

"I'm tired. I took a break somewhere..."

Two women, each wearing a grey and black coat and following from behind. Long stretches of green blonde hair, with characteristic long ears peeking between hair. Unlike Arian, who is a dark elf on white skin, her name is Senna, who has a sharp eyesight in her overall sleek shape.

And unlike Senna, the woman with eyes that feel a little droopy with short cut hair is Oona.

Until recently, they were both Elf women imprisoned by the Diento lords of the people. The clothes I wore when I rescued them were slightly too fancy, so now I'm giving myself and Arian's coat to wear.

From Diento's lord's mansion, the mountain of gold coins he has disrespected when escaping, is now all in three big bags, all carried by himself. My hands are blocked, so I have my girlfriends back and forth escorting me from the warcraft I encounter in the woods.

"It's time to get out where we can go down to the Rydell River. Let's take a break in the river plains there once. A little upstream from there, that's where we're going."

As Arian, who walks in the lead, told him so as he looked back, he saw a relatively easy place to go down to the bank of the river a short walk away.

The river is wide, with no blockage of trees and brighter visibility.

The light of the day was also much brighter, and the morning sun lit up the trees in the woods, gradually increasing the number of leaking days.

Put down a large bag of gold coins and sit back on the right rock. The other three also sit back and exhale in thoughtful places.

It's a nice place.

The spirals of the river and the wind blowing there shake the trees and stir the leaves. Mixed with the sounds of birds and the like, we also hear the sounds of beasts or warcraft from time to time, but there is a relatively calm time flowing here.

Did Ponta, which was sticking over her head, also decide it was safe here, to go down to the river plains and drink water, and then play with her forelegs dipped in the water.

Ponta is an animal that resembles a fox about sixty centimeters long. The tail accounts for half of the body, and its tail is like tampon cotton wool, with its face intact as a fox. However, the front and rear legs have something like a coat, and I get the impression that it's only rusty there. Soft looking fur, light grassy emerald hair covers the entire back and belly hair is white.

It seems to be a rare animal called the Spirit Beast to the Elves, commonly known as the Cottonwool Fox. They say that spiritual beasts rarely miss people, but when you feed them, they guide you. When you look at Ponta, who has missed so much, you have to have some doubts about the words.

If you look upstream of the Rydell River, the river plain where Ponta is playing, you can see how many giant dragonflies with a width of one metre and less than two metres in length are flying with their long, dripping tails dipped in the water.

And from time to time, giant dragonflies jump up their tails and throw the fish eaten at the end of their tails into the air, and they see it cleverly in the air.

"That's a dragonfly. It's not spawning season, so they won't attack you unless they're close."

You noticed ahead of this one's gaze, Arian tells you who the dragonfly is. They attack me when it's spawning...

It seems that this forest is rich in magic vegetables (mana) and home to a wide variety of warcraft. Between now and coming here, I encountered the Warcraft quite often and was attacked.

The three of them in front and back were defeated without difficulty, but the effect seemed to have consumed Senna quite a bit of magic.

"Senna, use my sword. Because I can still afford magic."

Ariane pulled out the sword she had placed on her hips for Senna, who was out of magic, and handed it to her.

I remember watching and fumbling about it, handing over one of the big bags with gold coins to explore the contents. Then a wave of sword appeared from inside buried in gold coins.

A sword found in Lord Diento's hall, infiltrated to help two men, Senna and Oona. A prestigious sword, the pattern features the relief of a lion's head, with red gems embedded in the eyes. The name is "The Lion King's Sword".

I've completely forgotten what I threw into my luggage.

"Lord Arian, you should use this if you like"

With a knightly tone of role-play that is already perfectly on the board, I offer her the Lion King's sword. She receives the sword and opens her eyes gently.

"Are you sure? Good sword, this."

"What, I don't mind. It's a dusty substitute in Diento's hall. Besides, I already have this..."

That being said, I show you a two-handed sword beyond the one-meter sword body diagonally across the back of my waist, the "Sword of the Holy Thunder (Karadborg)" of a mythical weapon.

She looked frightened for a moment, but with nothing to say in particular, she pulls out her sword and confirms her grip and swing, before returning to her snort sheath alone.

"Thank you, Ark. That would help."

with a grin on her thick lips. As she thanked her, she lay the sword on her hips.

"It's time to cut a break and head upstream of the river. Ark, can I ask you something?

"Accepted. You can grab my baggage and move upstream all at once."

That being said, I take up three large bags of gold coins that I have sent down to Kawahara myself. You also guessed Ponta, who was playing by the water, gliding on the spiritual magic wind you created yourself, sticking it in its usual constant position in the straight line, on the helmet.

Look upstream of the river after making sure everyone grabs onto their body.

"[Dimensional Stepping (Dimension Move)]"

The auxiliary magic skills of a magician, exercising the magic of short-range transfers, change the landscape of the place that has stood so far in an instant. It was transferring on a large rock that was upstream of the river, which I had set as my target earlier.

"Ha, that's convenient magic. You should have gone ahead with this, too, right?"

Short-haired elf, Oona squeaks like that as she looks around.

The river plains that stood until earlier look quite downstream of the river from where they are now.

"There's only so much you can fly in less promising places like the woods."

Magic that is so convenient to move around, but can only fly as far as you can see. It is forbidden to use too many woods with lots of sesame grass, etc., because if the foot at the tip of the flight is swamped or a cliff, you will be stuck on your feet at once.

"Really? Still, it's convenient."

Oona is impressed by the relaxed gavel many times, but while gently flushing it, he makes further trips upstream of the river.

Eventually it even came to the branch of the river.

This river, which flows from the Wind Dragon Mountains to the north, is divided into two parts in this place.

They call the River Riddell, and the other River Librut, the river they came back to.

The river is quite wide, and the depth of the water seems to be considerable if you look at the depth of the color. The water volume is high and the flow is steep, so they usually go further upstream to cross to the opposite bank.

The four of us have come this far because it will be the starting point for one of the elves, the road to 'La Latoia', and there are those who plan to rendezvous here.

As each looked around, he saw several figures emerge from the shade of a forest near the Rydell River.

As one elf man surrounded by a hemp coat walks attentively around, four elf girls who were around find this one and rush over.

Dunca, an elf warrior who rode with us into the stronghold of the city of Diento, and the girls who were imprisoned.

I run straight over to this side, so I poke my knee trying to pick it up.

Then Ponta, who was on top of his head, descends to the ground and sits down. The elf girls happened to surround the ponta.

... Apparently all the popularity was taken to Ponta.

"That was unexpectedly quick...... I don't think so, but you're taking this armored man with you, too?

Danka glimpses this one posing as a wind poking her knee and resting as she asks Arian in a low, well-traveled voice.

"Because I took care of him scattered this time...... I thought I'd meet the elders of La Latoia."

"... don't bother your father too much..."

To Arian's reply, the temporarily meditated Dunca says just that and closes her mouth.

She just scratched up her white hair a little bit and flaunted her shoulder to show it and gave it back a small word, "I know," she said.

"Well, we don't have much time, so we'll move on. Ark, can you play Watanabe?

Raise your hips and nod gently at the question of being knocked on the shoulder of your armor.

Even when it comes to crossing rivers, they simply use the [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] to transfer across the shore. Exactly, we can't all care about it, but it won't take that long to divide it into three parts.

When I put all four of the girls on my shoulders and transferred them across the shore, they were all very shuddered. Ponta will beat you in cuteness, but if you're wild, you're going to be able to compete.

Finish the crossing with nothing in particular, and go further into the back of the forest from there.

It was another journey with a big bag of gold coins on its back, but everyone but myself was an elf tribe, big and small enough to use spiritual magic, and there was no danger at all with regard to the warcraft going out on the road.

Ponta was also windy with spiritual magic, but when you find the nuts and fruits that are mainly on the trees, you just jump up and get them. I just quickly discover the fruits that I can eat during breaks, so I never had any trouble with food on the road...

Eventually the colour of the sky stained red, and it was time for the shadows of the forest to darken the colour, finally reaching the place of destination.