Skeleton Knight, in Another World

We leave the Cerst Inn early the next morning and head from the South Gate to the front forest where we can see it.

Continue along the streets that would otherwise pass along the forest towards the Ternassos Mountains, which enter the forest and can be seen southwest. Orientation magnets, etc. are essential if you want to find precise directions in the woods, but you can't get lost if you follow Ariane's words.

[Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] was normally used, even though the forest was thin and fogged, but it was not as foggy as inhibiting magic in the Canadian Great Forest.

It's just that the forest on the front side has a cluttered wooded atmosphere, but the true value of metastatic magic is unlikely to play out much for the vegetation to thicken enough to go in the back.

As I felt yesterday, the forest across the River Libruto from the Canadian Great Forest is quite different. The Great Forest of Canada feels like an ancient forest centered on giant trees, but this side of the river stretches with wooded landscapes everywhere.

Occasionally, when out in a promising place, [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] is used to earn distance and explore the woods.

Around noon he finds a suitable place to open it, lowers his back, and pulls out the preserved food he bought yesterday in Seltwa.

The contents were salted smoked dried potatoes and meat, then walnuts and dried apples, all for more than three pieces of silver coin, but dried apples alone cost more than one piece of silver coin. It's just that there are leather bags with over a thousand gold coins in the luggage bag, and I'm not crippled with gold. Instead, I only spend about the cost of accommodation and food, so I have trouble using it.

So while Ponta pretends to be a big tail from earlier on, it's nothing like buying a high fruit just to see the look and modus operandi of it, looking at dried apples wantingly.

Playing with the dried apples flickering in front of Ponta's eyes, Ariane received a "pathetic," ultra-brue reprimand from the side.

I stroke a ponta obsessed with dried apples and then eat my own meal.

I tried to broil the dried potatoes with [flame (fire)] in an attempt to fragrance them, but the fire was too strong or they turned into a bright black hunk of ash. Arian is either using a spiritual magic flame next to it or cleverly broiling potatoes to eat.

I need to see and practice the magic power regulation as well, so I can sit alone and whisk the dried potatoes.

When lunch is properly cut up, he walks out again through the woods following Arian's lead.

Ponta is not in her usual constant position and is now asleep in Arian's busty chest. He's an enviable person in many ways.

How long it would have gone through the woods, eventually the roar of birds and animal sounds that had been heard until earlier lurked, and only the leaf rubs of the trees that the wind swayed around could be heard very loudly.

Ariane, who goes forward, also feels something. I put the luggage in my hand on the spot, wrapping Ponta around my neck. It would be a measure to prevent it from falling, but I woke up. Ponta is confused.

But this person didn't seem to have time to make a long point about it.

Do the luggage bag you were raising on your shoulders at your feet, pull the Sword of St. Thunder (Karadborg) out of your hips, and place the heavenly shield of Teutates on your back. The wind's ringing leaf rub mixes with the sound of scratching someone's weed rapidly approaching this way.

Approaching at considerable speeds from all sides.

Stand with Arian on your backs without saying anything and stand to fill each other's blind spots.

And when I thought the weed in front of me swayed heavily at that moment, a large group of wolves covered in white fur jumped in front of me.

Nearly two metres in length, that group of wolves opens its big mouth and strips its fangs out in an attempt to eat by its prey.

A sword flashes like a sword without resistance as it flashes horizontally toward two of the flew in. But at the next moment, the body of the slaughtered wolf was misty as if it were a summer, and a new white wolf flew from behind it.

"What!?

He raised a strange voice when he was stuck by surprise, causing the white wolf to eat his head thrust when the distance clogged and he approached the unshakable position of the sword. I couldn't really cage my strength because I was out of shape, but I screamed and the white wolf flew away, and I was able to earn that distance.

"Garru!!

I tried to regain my posture, but now when I ate a strong shock from the direction of the shield and turned my gaze towards you, the two white wolves who circled in were hitting the shield.

He protrudes his shield and tries to beat it to the white wolf, but as earlier, the figure disappears foggily and ends in emptiness. And the moment he was distracted by you, a white wolf bit the back of his hand holding the sword, eating his arms and slashing his body into tears.

The arm protected by Berenus' holy armor doesn't feel any itching, but it's just depressing to get caught up like this.

When he shakes up his arm for each white wolf he was biting, he is thrown out into the air by the white wolf's self-weight and centrifugal force, and he slashes up his sword towards it.

But besides his thoughts, he was strong enough to throw it out, to the extent that he gently slashed the front leg of the white wolf and caused it to raise the blood splash.

Once the surrounding phantom and entity's group of white wolves distance themselves, they exalt [Flame (Fire)] from the tip of their swords into restraint where they once again set themselves up to launch an attack here.

Flames like flame radiation push up the temperatures around the area and burn the space ahead.

I've been trying to jump into the opponent's pocket with the [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] since the White Wolf of Illusion and Entity always moves around quickly, so I can't really make room in the space specified at the destination. It feels like an unexpected weakness has been found.

Looking behind us, Ariane seems to be able to deal with multiple illusions and groups of entities without risk. The scaffolding is raised with spiritual magic to restrain the face with flames and to ensure that each one is wounded.

One of them has one eye crushed and his leg slashed, making him almost incapable of moving. Each of the other white wolves is also wounded and painted red on white fur.

Exactly how she fights in these settings is clever, having worked out as a warrior for a long time. In a simple force push that made you say things to high physical abilities like yourself, the absurdity would really stand out in the case of multiple fights, and would be put in there.

Simply ranged attacks would solve the problem, but I've hardly tried range-based skills and magic since I got here. Using it in that state without darkness doesn't necessarily harm the girls behind it.

Do you have any good hands?

Conceive a plan to overshadow such a situation, and turn your gaze towards a group of white wolves, even deeper.

Then I realized that there was a larger individual who didn't take part in this fight and was watching from behind. He didn't seem to be paying attention to the back because he came running to compress the distance.

That white wolf, like the boss of the herd, was quietly observing this battle, yet roaring from his throat.

There were no subordinate white wolves around that boss, just in the visible position.

The battle is for a moment.

"Ready!"

Activate the [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] while looking to the right side of the boss who was behind the group pulled by the traction of [Flame (Fire)] and the empty space.

I can see the group of white wolves around me and the boss stiffening for a moment when they metastasized and disappeared within a moment.

At that point, he moves into the space next to the right of the boss and hangs the sword he had erected down.

But is it a wild inquiry, soon the boss white wolf reacts and flies back like a sword, but doesn't miss it further, activating the [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimension Move)] towards the back of the direction the boss took?

Because he already flew away to take the first blow, his leg leaves the ground and follows the laws of inertia towards him. I plunge my sword into that boss's body.

The boss also tried to hide himself in the air by looking at this one who had metastasized, but the sword easily pierced the boss's throat and lay down on the ground with the sound of air leaking from his throat.

Spread a huge splash of blood on the ground, glimpse the surrounding soil dyed red, and soon return with a transfer behind Arian.

And even as he tried to put up his sword again and relate to that group of white wolves, the behavior of all the flocks stopped for a moment.

At the same time, all the white wolves turn back their heels like shears and run out of the spot.

Arian's voice rose from behind and returned to me as I was distracted by the abrupt departure of the other front.

"Ark! At least one more, please!!

"Understood!"

Answering her wish briefly, she throws her shield out on the spot and, with her left hand, shoots [rock bullet (rock barrette)] into the ground where the white wolf flees.

As the landed rock chooses the soil of the forest and raises the soil and smoke in abundance, it lands in front of a single white wolf to find an individual whose legs have stopped.

"[Dimension Moves]!"

Activating the magic and transferring to the rear of the stopped white wolf for a moment, he slashed off his rear leg with the sword he had.

The white wolf rolls to the ground with a huge screaming noise, and shoves his sword down his throat as he chases him there. Did you sever the thick spine, the dull sound and feel of gallip coming from the tip of your sword, and the lungs of the white wolf, which were heavily up and down, sink rapidly and quietly.

Apparently, I dropped the third one that was in Arian's hopes safely.

Nevertheless, this was a battle with lots of reflections.

Maybe I should practice a little more to improve my combat skills. Attacks tend to be linear after a wealth of tactical skills are also hard to use in a hurried mind.

A blue cat-type robot can't laugh at himself for spreading useless secret tools around in an emergency.

As I sighed inside thinking about it, Arian rushed over here with his sword.

There is also a white wolf lying powerless at her feet.

"Thanks, Ark! I didn't expect three of them to be able to secure a Horned Wolf! Now I think I can send you a good gift."

That being said, I am blinded for a moment by that look on Arian's face, who thanks me with an unprecedented dazzling smile.

She tilted her neck a little, wondering how she reacted like that.

Cough it up a little to mislead it, then ask her questions to get off topic.

"Is this what you do with Horned Wolf as an example? My tail doesn't look very luminous..."

Even though I say so myself, I look at the tail that would be the hallmark of Horned Wolf again, to the extent that my hair sparkles a little more than my body hair elsewhere.

"This forest is not very thick with magic vegetables. If we go to the Great Forest of Canada, this tail will glow in a beautiful pale color."

She strokes to make sure her tail hairs are in shape as she answers that. Ponta, who was wrapped around his neck, is finally relieved of the tension in the battle, or he is calming his body by shaking his total furry hair.

"Arc, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna handle this, so can I ask Laratoia to come back at the [transfer gate (gate)] once?

"Hmm, I don't mind that..."

That's what I say and look around.

"Once we return using the [transfer gate (gate)], the journey from Celst to Hoban will return to the shake. Somewhere distinctive and easy to remember."

Long distance transfer magic [Transfer Gate] is magic that can only fly to scenery places inscribed in your memory. In a landscaped forest where there is no such thing as a strange philosophy, it is impossible to clarify the destination.

"Well, I'll drain Horned Wolf's blood and do some downward processing, so will Ark find somewhere he can come back with a metastasis?

"Right, that saves me more time in the future...... Then I'll explore the neighborhood a little."

I reclaim the shield I was throwing out on my back and look around as I pay off the dust on my coat.

You reacted to that, and as Ponta came down from Arian's shoulder, he jumped over his helmet here. Apparently, he wants me to take him with him.

In the meantime, if you have a landmark terrain or building, you can come back with that as your goal [Transition Gate], so look for it.

Just wandering through the woods in the dark clouds could prevent you from coming back to Arian's place, so we'll set the direction for the forest first and head straight for you.

Occasionally [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] earns distance, while searching around for a goal and a view that can be done.

But it's hard to find a place like this with all the views in front of you: lots of trees and grass, rocks in the soil, etc.

Is it because the earlier Horned Wolf ran away in the same direction that the occasional bloody weeds and the kind of footprints that determined the ground?

I ran away at considerable speed, so I wouldn't expect to chase you after me now, but I'd better be careful.

Looking into the sky from the gaps in the branches of the forest trees, at some point the gray clouds stood in and covered the sky, transforming the color of the forest leaking from the leaking day into a dark drifting space.

Looking back, Arian's figure has already melted into the depressed forest scenery, making it impossible to see it.

For several landmarks, he breaks a branch of a nearby tree and pierces the ground. I think an amateur walking in the woods will lose sight of the direction of neglect if she pinches a metastasis or something, and leaves this landmark at regular intervals.

Ponta twirls over her head and looks around the woods and finds the nuts and rings. In Ponta's induction, he quickly gets lost.

While I forgive Ponta, I felt like I could inadvertently hear someone walking for a while.

Stop your feet and clear your ears to the surrounding sounds.

The sounds of the trees stirred by the wind and the animals barking at something, mixed with them and slightly like the noise of men, flow on the wind.

The direction of the sound deviates slightly from the direction of travel that I have decided to proceed. If we're going to reorient here, we have to leave a good mark to get back.

Fold many branches and pierce them into circles to create flashy landmarks.

I'm sure you won't get lost.

Put a ponta on your head and point your foot in a direction where people can see you.

If only it were a building inhabited by some characteristic person, I would go early in the woods thinking about that in a corner of my head.

Eventually, the sound streaming in the wind gradually grows louder.

But it was not the hustle and noise, etc., which people's livelihoods produced, but the noise of contention.

People's anger, screaming, even fear walk in the back of the woods, from where the smell of blood and the unpleasant smell of something burning together flows to this side and wraps around.

In that unpleasant atmosphere, Ponta was lowered from his head and wrapped around his neck, and when he took a deep breath and breathed, he proceeded in the direction in which there would be the culprit of the dispute.