Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Returning to Daiki's mansion, Elder Dylan and Arian had already returned from Maple.

Arian today did not wear leather protective equipment or plain long-sleeved long hems like he had been in the woods, and was the birthplace of an elf ethnic costume, like a cape shaped feather wrapped around a wide open jacket at the shoulder mouth. Her skin is smooth as dark elf's characteristic light purple crystal and the abundance of valleys she holds are exposed without any hesitation.

I'm in the mood for a different outfit than she has now, but I have to break my head capacity for something else this evening.

The elder tells me I need to talk to you again, and I go upstairs with Arian to the dining room. They make use of the living dining room here.

Grenis said he was going to get ready for dinner, and when he pulled into the kitchen in the back, he began to hear the noise hanging on the cooking as he sang his nose from the back.

When I sat in the seat recommended by Dylan, Elder Dylan sat in the front of it, beside which Arian also quietly lowered his back.

Ponta is riding on her knees, her forelegs and jaw all over the table.

"I have already told Arian, once again, to gather information on the person written in this contract of sale and to know, or protect, the whereabouts of the sold compatriots. This was said by the Great Presbyterian Church. We can't even send a very large number of warriors outside the inner realm, rather oblivious to human sentiment. So, Ark, I was wondering if you could continue to help Arian."

Elder Dylan spoke quietly about the future without going out of sight with a serious look on his face.

The same goes for myself for not being familiar with people's public relations, but I know it's hard for the Elves to dive into the city of people in large numbers.

Next to Dylan, Arian also comes looking this way with a serious look. As a boarding ship, it is not stingy to take on...

Meditating with a little worry, Dylan made a proposal for a reward for the request.

"Ark, there's not much we can pay you, because I almost give you the gold we took..."

Dylan hangs up the words once and smiles a little bitterly to show.

"So how about selling one piece of information? Actually, there's a rumored fountain where I can break every curse, but maybe I can break your physical curse. I just can't guarantee it..."

"Could there have been such a fountain?

To Elder Dylan's story, Arian, her daughter, leans her neck with a surprised look first. Against such a daughter, Dylan shows her shoulders flaunted.

"It's a spring by the Dragon Crown Tree (Road Crown), so I think it's a pretty credible story.... I just can't guarantee my life because the place is going through a pretty dangerous place..."

"Dragon Crown Tree (Road Crown), then it's in the depths of here... No, I guess not"

Arian tried to say something, but never convinced herself of something and put it ahead of her. Perhaps it is all kinds of unsavory for people to go too far into the depths where this elf people live. The fact that they're in here depends heavily on the elders in front of them.

I'm more concerned than that......

"What is that dragon crown tree?

When I honestly questioned the name I had never heard of, Elder Dylan coughed up a little before giving me a description of the object called the Dragon Crown Tree (Road Crown).

The Dragon Crown Tree (Road Crown) is a rare tree called Dragon King (Dragon Road) that grows around the residence of the finest species of dragon species. It seems that trees that have been affected by the immense magic of the Dragon King (Dragon Road) over the years have been hosting spirits and degenerating objects.

"The Dragon Crown Tree (Road Crown), which houses the Spirit, is known to have various potencies in trees and leaves. And the roots stretched deep into the earth make it affect even the land around it. So I've heard people say that dragon crown tree branches and leaves are traded for a considerable amount of money."

"However, the power of the Dragon Crown Tree (Road Crown) varies depending on the spirit in which it resides. There is a good chance that Dragon King (Dragon Road) will live nearby, and if you piss off the Spirit, it won't be free..."

Succeeding to the Elder's explanation, Arian speaks with a little sigh.

We talked about the road being dangerous, but the destination seems pretty dangerous too. Exactly. Even in this high-performance body, I'd like to beg your pardon for single-handedly challenging the finest species of dragon species.

Besides, I explained to Arian and the others that the body of this skeleton was changed by a curse, but this body was changed to a skeleton character during the character edit, and saying that it would un-curse was only part of the role-play and my own setting.

But the Elves had the power to see the filth that characterized the immortal (undead), and they also said that they could not see the characteristic.

This body remains a mystery.

Then it may not be a bad idea to find a way to treat your body while helping people.

There's something I need to ask you first.

"Hmm, is it safe to step into the Dragon King's residence?

To break the curse, you can't be eaten at the residence of Dragon King (Dragon Road), who doesn't even know if you can win. Only bones, so it wouldn't be eating......

But he was worried about this issue.

"It's okay, it would taste just as bad if people suddenly stepped in, but if you go talk to us first from the Elves, you'll get permission to come in."

From what I hear, Dragon King (Dragon Road) and I can solve humanities and communicate our intentions. There is also a Dragon King (Dragon Road) living in the Canadian Great Forest in a standing position called the Guardian Dragon.

We talked about the Elves being a minority, but the power they possess doesn't seem to take a pull on a country.

"When Ark goes to the fountain, I'll accompany him, so don't worry."

"I don't know, Mr. Ark? Could you lend your strength to the Elves for a while now?

Dylan, the elder of Laratoia, has sincerely bowed his head against himself, a people.

Well, there's nothing else to do. It's not a bad idea to travel around this world with people's help. That's how Arian, who was next to Dylan, rode himself out with his busty breasts and followed him to the elders.

"I'm begging you, Ark."

"Um, I understand"

... It's a bad habit to not be able to say no when a woman sincerely asks for something, but I'm also certain that I personally want to enjoy my journey with Arian.

Even though it looks like bones, the contents still seem to be men.

"Help this Ark, Lord Arian, with slight force."

"It'll help. The Elves stand out all over the people's city... please have a daughter."

Returning his consent reply, Elder Dylan has bowed his head again and offered his right hand. Take that right hand and shake hands with each other.

"Have you finished your difficult story? Dinner is ready."

Grenis, who brought the food from the kitchen in the back there, calls out. A dish of cooking is placed before each of them on the table.

Ponta is also getting up on her hind legs from the posture she had dazed until just now, and she smells the food in the plate as she flinches her nose tip.

The menu this evening was salad on bread, bean soup and hamburgers, no matter what you saw on the main plate.

A plate with an already chilled hamburger is also available for Ponta, and I'm already starting to eat it by clinging to the plate, shaking my tail to the left and right just because I can't wait.

"Okay, let's talk about the details after the meal"

That's what Dylan says and turns to the dish in front of him. I imitate it myself, hand in hand with the dish placed in front of me, and take off my helmet.

The hamburger didn't hang anything like a sauce in particular, but it was full of gravy, salty and spicy, which was a delicious enough hamburger. Because it also smells like nutmeg, it has a finish that is not significantly different from Earth's hamburger.

There was no meat dish in the people's city with spices like nutmeg, but the Elves probably own spices quite a bit.

That evening I fully enjoyed the flavors of the nostalgic dishes, and then exchanged Elder Dylan and Arian to share the details of my plans for tomorrow and beyond.

I also go back to the room I took care of last night and take off all my armor and put it on the floor beside the bed.

Unlike oil lamps, the crystallit demonic props made by the Elves illuminated every inch of the room.

Ponta is rounded with her own big cottonwoolly tail on her face so as to block that light, resting beside the bed. I guess my stomach is full.

When you touch the crystal lamp's magic prop and say '─ Turn off the light', there is no sound and the light lurks your breath, and the Lord in the room takes turns for darkness.

As the eyes become accustomed to the darkness, the contours of the room emerge blurry in the dazzling moonlight that swoops from outside the window.

Sit quietly on the bed so you don't wake up Ponta and watch the view of the night through a glass window that opens beside you. Because of the mansion of the great tree, the sky just next to the mansion stretches out black with the branches of the great tree, and the moonlight coming in through the window is even more unforgivable.

In its unreliable moonlight, he looks at the arms of a bone that is part of his body that rises.

- Are you sure this body is caused by a curse?

If you're really cursed, shouldn't you try the way you were thinking?

The magic of cursing used to destroy the collar of the Elves and the collar of the Eater (manabyte color), which prevents them from exercising their magic.

[Anti-Curse Ceremony (Anticars)] held by the bishop, an intermediate position. If you do this to your body, you may be cursed.

The [Holy Purification (Holy Purifies)] held by the senior pope can also be de-cursed, but at the same time it is a magic of a range system that inflicts tremendous damage on the immortal (undead).

Even though the Immortals (undead) say they don't have the traits to see it, they don't feel like trying it.

The act of casting magic on oneself is surprisingly courageous, exercising unscrupulous power on oneself. But if you think about it carefully, metastatic magic is also magic that moves itself elsewhere. It's supposed to be the same act that hangs magic on itself, and it's no wonder it's "in stone" if you make a mistake about something.

Just give it a try first.

Place your right hand on your left hand and set your goal on your left index finger.

"[Anti-Curse Ceremony (Anti-Cars)]"

When magic is cast quietly, a magical formation of intricately tattooed light rises in the air and disappears so that its magic formation is sucked into the fingertips that are its goals. Then at the tip of the index finger of the left hand of the bone, a person's finger appeared in the first joint.

"Whoa!... oh?

Though my voice leaked unexpectedly into the more unexpected accomplishments that appeared so reluctantly, it quickly replaced the voice that prompted me to question it.

The index finger of the left hand, the finger of the person who appeared in the first joint, disappeared in the seconds of the thing, and the hand of the bone was only illuminated in the moonlight in front of him as if it were a temporary dream.

Now if you widen the range a bit and hang [Anti-Curse (Anti-Cars)] on the forearm of your left arm, the raw forearm will appear as the magic formation is sucked into your left arm.

The forearm area at the end of the arm of the bone that appeared in front of me is quite muscular and the color of the skin would be brown, not sure just by the moonlight, which also looks like sunburned skin but doesn't rely on it. And is it because of the level of muscle mass you have gained somewhat compared to your original body?

But when something like a slightly uncomfortable sensation runs in that arm, again, the arm disappears and returns to the arm of the bone alone.

Repeatedly gripping and opening the left arm back to the bone to see how it was, but the discomfort I felt earlier was already gone.

I tried hanging [Anti-Curse (Anti-Cars)] on my left arm a few times afterwards, but it went back to my bone arm just as quickly. The discomfort I felt my arm would return to life was also gone within a few attempts, just so that my biological arm would repeat itself back to the bone.

What I found out about this one was that it became certain that this body was under the influence of a curse. However, can the curse be temporarily de-cursed, but is it a permanent curse or something that will soon come back to normal again?

Throw out your whole body bone body on the bed.

I can't help thinking about a question that I can't even think about and answer, literally with an empty head. Bad thoughts. Similar to resting, or that would really be better off.

Lay on the bed wrapping a blanket around your body to prevent Ponta from entering your ribs again without realizing it. From the side, I close my sight thinking that it would be like a mummy of a failure, with no benefit.

Tomorrow we will be exploring the missing Elves with Arian again.