Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Under a heavy, bitter sky repainted with cloudy weather, the leaves of the trees cast down shadows and create an even darker atmosphere as the forest moves straight in the direction of screaming and yelling from earlier.

But as the smell of blood gradually thickened mixed with the wind, the noise that had been heard was only louder than the noise that I could make, diving into the noise and scratching through the woods.

Eventually, the gaze opens in front of you, and at your feet you head out into the woods where the road stretches left and right.

The spot now standing is on one side of the road, at a height of about three meters to the road you can see below.

The path that stretched at his feet was folded with the corpses of a handful of people, smelling like blood that felt warm around him.

Seeing all over the ground deciding and blowing, or where the fire was smoking, there seemed to be some pretty intense fighting until earlier.

Five large white wolves, as if to fish for such a pile of battlefield trail corpses, were clinging to what was human, making an unpleasant chewing noise of bone crushing around them.

I guess the five white wolves are survivors of the Horned Wolf that we talked about earlier, and there was also a mix of guys who looked familiar with the wounds Arian caused them to suffer.

And when the Horned Wolves, who were corpse-fishing, raised their heads as if they had been noticed and bounced by the one who appeared out of their midst, they peeled their fangs and roared, and began to twitch and retreat from the spot.

In such an unwelcome mood, wary for a long time, the white wolves and I continued to stare at each other.

"WOW!!!

As the stare continued, he turned his black coat wide, his hands protruding toward heaven, and as he raised his voice, the Horned Wolves literally jumped up and turned their heels back, plunging them into the midst of a further-forward sweep as a detachment, invisible.

It was a shouting intimidation that had an unexpectedly high effect, but Ponta, which was wrapped around his neck, seemed to stutter at the same time, and the woolen muffler had become a fur at some point.

I observe the surrounding situation again as I stroke the wool, which was its total hair, as I apologize for the noise of Ponta's protest.

A large black carriage stops near the center of a handsome number of corpses, surrounded by those wearing a splendid array of armor, like knights, folding to protect the carriage and dying.

Would it feel like a high-profile aristocratic carriage and its escorts?

The two heads in front of the four-headed carriage appear to be dead, but the two in the rear are frightened and hissing by fear, but they are scratching the soil with their hooves firmly without being able to escape either by being connected to the horse's equipment.

There are quite a few other bandits and thinkers down, and as far as I can see, I don't see anyone breathing.

Given this situation and the earlier Horned Wolf thing, I thought it might have been created by the fact that I and Arian let him go, but if you look closely, it seems that this is not the case.

Observe them crumble as you gently jump from the dirt and land on the road three meters down to avoid stepping on the bodies of knights falling around the carriage.

Each of the soldiers of the escort, dressed in knights and aligned armor, is dead with sword and arrow wounds, and there are not many signs of him being bitten to death by Horned Wolf.

It was just a magic attack or something, someone who burned his whole body and was like a burned corpse, etc., but was generally killed by a man's weapon.

Based on this, Horned Wolf was attacked by a bandit, and the escort was already killed in the hands of the bandits.

Some of the bandits and thinkers who were around the body of the escort were dead by swords and the like, but many of them seem to have been bitten to death by the earlier Horned Wolf, rolling around in tragic corpses such as those whose arms were pulled a thousand times from their shoulders and those whose bellies were devoured and torn.

It's just that the cleric-style man the priest wore was also down, missing top from his neck, and exposed to an unbroken corpse.

Avoid the pile of bodies and approach the carriage, mourning the ruthlessness of the world at the merciless end of a man who would have served God.

The carriage doors have been opened and nearby a servant-style dressed woman has fallen to her knees. In that big black carriage was breathless a girl who looked tall in a luxurious dress, painted with blood.

Long blonde hair with a strong yellow flavour affixes slightly to the blood dripping from her mouth, leaving a vivid wound pierced by a sharp weapon on her chest.

Apparently this girl was the lord of these carriages and escorts.

The blood is still warm and the skin is still a little reddish, so I guess it won't be long before I die.

I see tear marks on my eyes, and when I gently close my vain eyes behind my half-opened eyelids, it just looks like I'm asleep.

"Kee-yu......"

Ponta on the neck is also ringing somewhere with a sad voice.

Transfer your thoughts about the magic skills you possess as you stroke that ponta's head.

I just know that using healing magic on dead humans doesn't make any sense. But there was resurrection magic in the bishop's and pope's vocation (Job) of his own.

Classic magic in games, but is resuscitation magic as effective in this world as it is in games?

But the resurrection magic of an intermediate bishop is [resurrection (linearization)], a magic that resurrects with less than 10% vitality. Even if he comes back to life with a 10% loss of life in reality, he can regain consciousness with a serious death wound and suffer as he is and sleep again permanently.

And then there is the Pope's [Regenerative Resurrection (Regenerative)], a senior position, a magic that revives with full vitality, but how does it work in reality to fulfill it?

Hands against her squatting in the carriage to be driven by the feeling of worrying about the end of a girl who is still too early and the desire to discuss her magical skills.

"[Regenerative Resurrection]"

The magic activates without a problem, and when the light gleams as if a golden glow rises from her body, the wound on her chest closes as if to see the reverse playback of the video. And by the time that golden light had subsided, no scratches had been found anywhere in her body.

It's a magic that revives with full vitality in the game, but it probably won't play until it's lost blood or something. Splashed blood remains intact on the carriage floor, and her dress remains quite red stained with blood.

I do feel the arteries pulse when I put my hand on the neck muscle of such a noble girl, but the slightly bluer complexion stays intact and doesn't look like I'll wake up either.

I'm breathing properly, so I'll just get her to sleep in the carriage chair and get off the carriage.

Wake up the body of a servant-like woman who was lying on the side of the carriage, paying the dirt on her face and hanging [regenerative resurrection (regenerative)] just like earlier.

A golden light by magic wraps her entire body, regenerating and healing her wounds.

She also breathed back fine, but still woke up just like the girl earlier.

Apparently, this magic can manage resuscitation, but it doesn't come back to being instant on the front like it did in the game.

All we have to do is hope these resurrected girlfriends aren't turned into creatures that attack the living like some of Steven King's novels...

I just wish I had resurrected them, but in these woods, the two women alone will soon be killed by the Warcraft again, and it doesn't make sense to go back to the Three Ways River.

The soldiers and thinkers of the guards who were around them should also be resuscitated in order, so as to avoid the righteous ones of the bandits and hang [regenerative resurrection (regenerative)] around the guards and knights.

But it turns out that resuscitation magic isn't capable of resuscitating anything either.

For starters, hanging [Regenerative Resurrection (Regenerative)] does not even cause the wound to regenerate for those with severe body damage in the first place. So the resuscitation magic itself ends in underdevelopment when someone is burning his whole body like a burnt corpse or losing his head.

I can only offer my condolences to men of the priestly style.

The rest could die again soon after resuscitation.

It was more or less like a blood loss from massive bleeding, but in some cases I wasn't sure why I was going to die.

A male soldier, whose death was thought to be due to a few arrow wounds and fatal wounds to his chest, was breathing for some time after resuscitation, but sometimes took his breath away to sleep again.

Maybe there are other conditions for resuscitation, but now it's unclear what it is.

Eventually, when the resurrection of the guards and knights who had been working so hard in the vicinity is over, he hands on his hips and looks around. In the end, there were about thirty people who were able to resuscitate, but they would be weak, but they would be a sufficient number of guards until they passed through the woods.

You've had a little too much resuscitation magic in a row, and there's always a slightly careless feeling in your body that you don't feel when you use magic.

I just don't have enough magic to run out of magic in this series of magic, but I don't know what the numbers are in the game and in this world, so I can't rely on my body's senses.

Perhaps even if the amount of magic is temporarily reduced, it will not be particularly problematic if the performance of the "Night Sky Coat" that we are equipped with is effective here.

This "Night Sky Jacket" is granted magic healing performance every certain amount of time, and is a substitute for further healing numbers if it stays in one place without moving.

It just doesn't feel very good to have a single armored knight standing at the scene of a carriage raid with a strong smell of blood.

And then I thought I might need to keep an eye on their resuscitated trends, and [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] transferred over the dirt and dropped my hips in the wax.

The armor, a metallic light object, stands out in the woods, so hand fold the branch leaves of the shrub that had grown nearby and hide the head helmet with it in both hands.

From the gap between the branches, you can see the area around the carriage that stretches out onto the path at your feet without any problems.

All you have to do is watch them get away from here safely.

The dark water bottom that lasts endlessly everywhere, from which consciousness gradually surfaces, and when suddenly a vivid sensation begins to return to the limbs that have felt nothing until now, consciousness is drawn out at once to the unpleasant smell and stiff sensation to open its eyes.

Breathe in thoughtfully as if you had survived out of breathless mud, and cough up with that momentum once and for all, you finally seem to be able to afford to look around.

What she saw was in the car dirty with the blood of the carriage she had been riding on until earlier.

Princess Yuliana shook her head and dropped her gaze on her own body, desperately trying to rebuild her still hazy consciousness and confusing memories.

The dress, smudged with blood, had no shadow of a luxurious appearance and had a large hole in the chest.

And suddenly the look of a sword standing on his chest regenerates behind his brain, rushing to do his hand on his chest. However, although the dress did have tears when it was stabbed, the skin touching my fingertips was no different from my usual skin, and I didn't see any scratches.

"... Ferna"

Unexpectedly, Juliana calls the name of the samurai who is always beside her and looks around.

Eventually, when my consciousness and memory became clear, I remembered being stabbed in front of me and kicked out of the carriage, and rushed to crawl out of the carriage.

Then, in front of him, he lay on his back, and the figure of Ferna, a samurai with a serene expression, was reflected in his sight. The chest of the clothes stabbed just like myself is torn, and I look at the chest as I stop by that girlfriend in awe.

But her beautiful skin just peeked through the tears of her clothes, and I couldn't confirm any scratches caused by the sword. Seeing Ferna's chest grown bigger than Juliana's, quietly up and down, she exhaled relief and a puffy and tearful Shizuku streamed down her cheeks from her eyes.

What the hell happened and what didn't..., she was the one whose questions were swirling around her chest, but when she found out about Ferna's safety, it felt like it was just the end of the story.

Looking around, the choosy scorched ground, the bodies wrapped in fire and still burning, the guards and knights who tried to protect Yuliana fell, and even a number of enemy soldiers lay down on the ground, presenting a picture of hell.

As she was deprived of her gaze without a voice by that extra and tragic sight, the lid covering her cleavage eyes lifted up snugly as she returned her gaze with the sign that Ferna, the samurai, was slightly overmaneuvered at hand.

"Ferna! Good... you're safe..."

You reacted to Yuliana's slightly whimpering voice, the princess, her gaze slowly turned toward Yuliana and firmly reflected in her eyes.

"Dear Juliana..., what the hell am I...?

Finally she is conscious too, wake up slowly and look around.

Seeing how so tragic the surroundings were, she stares around and looks jealously at Juliana as she turns to Juliana with momentum to see if she remembers the earlier raids.

"Dear Juliana, are you hurt? Are you hurt?!

Did she get a little laughable at the mess, Juliana held her mouth and asked her the other way around.

"I'm fine. Are you the one who's not hurt?

In that word of the princess, Ferna hurriedly moaned her body, remembering what had happened to herself, and looked strange and looked back at Juliana, the princess.

"Dear Juliana, why did I help?

The question was one that could not be answered by Juliana either.

If you're sure of the memory you're burning in your own brain, it was definitely because she was with you.

"I don't know, I just noticed earlier too..."

Juliana lowered her shapely eyebrows and flaunted her face a little.

At that time, a familiar male voice broke into their conversation.

"Princess!! Lord Ferna! Are you all right?

The Lord of that voice was Sir Rendle, who served as the escort commander for this line of princesses in the Grand Duchy of Limburt row.

Rendle rushed over to Princess Yuliana, who was near the carriage with a definite foothold, and he bowed down on the spot to shrink its large body and rubbed his head to the ground.

"Princess, you're safe, more importantly! This failure, my sincere sincerity..."

"Sir Rendle... not if you're doing that right now"

When Juliana blocked Rendle's apology on her mouth along the way, she slowly rose on the spot and turned to Rendle, who was bowing her head and kneeling as she let that yellow-flavoured blonde flow in the wind.

Rendle, who had been prostrating, raised his head slightly to the princess's words and waited for that shabby.

"The size and speed of the enemy far exceeded our expectations, there was nothing we could do. At the behest of the gods the three of us picked up our lives... Now let's do what we can, rather than mourn."

"Whatever you say!

Princess Juliana looked up resolutely and turned forward, wiping the shizuku accumulated at the edge of her eyes and telling her so in a definite tone towards Rendle.

Rendle also bows his head again to the strong will of the princess to speak of his will to accept.

"We have more than half way to Limburt's border. Not necessarily without the remnants of the earlier thieves, but quickly. As originally planned, you will not enter Hoban and Tiocera directly to Limburt. Ferna, please help me."

"Ha! I'm in awe!

"Of course, Master Juliana."

The sight comes to my attention when the three renew their resolve and raise their hips to serve their original purpose.

One soldier after the other began to wake up from the mountain of corpses at the site of the battlefield.

Seeing the sight, Rendle panicked and put his hands on the sword of his hips, hiding Princess Yuliana and Ferna behind his back, and set himself up.

It was a widely known fact that on battlefield sites and in areas with dark magic vegetables (mana), human bodies occasionally become immortals (undead), standing up and attacking the living.

However, I have never heard of replacing the immortal (undead) within a day of death, let alone this is a place where the paths through which people come and go can be said to be in the woods. Rendle sees the sight in front of him with a slightly confused head, saying it could never have been such an out-of-the-way demon.

"Wait, Sir Rendle!

The consciousness that was confused by the voice from Princess Juliana, who sheltered behind her, sinks. And finally, Rendle also began to see the sight in front of him firmly.

It was the sight of my men who lost their lives in earlier battles, rising one after the other as if they had awakened from their sleepers, and the sight was suspicious of my eyes.

Juliana and Ferna, who were behind them, also had their eyes nailed to the sight in front of them with such expressions as incredible.

"Rendle Battalion Captain! Were you safe!?

The figure of a subordinate who discovers Rendle and rushes over, the one who thought he had died in front of him in the battle just now.

"You're the one who's safe...?

My gaze goes back and forth from top to bottom to see my men talking with a definite will, not the undead, etc. The man standing in front of him, whose armor was dirty with blood or something, did not see any particular scratches on his body. The complexion may be slightly less bloody and white.

Still, I found out that not everyone was helped.

Some are desperately trying to wake up friends who can't help but stare at their burnt coworkers or who are dying to sleep.

"I thought I was dead exactly......, what's going on?

The subordinate in front of him tries to ascertain his own body, with doubts in his mouth.

The men who were waking up around them also gathered to talk to each other, making sure they were safe with each other, laughing at each other, and some of them crying.

That was exactly the sight we could call a miracle.

"Sir Rendle......"

Rendle looked just blindly at the sight and was called from behind by her master, Princess Yuliana, who finally drew her consciousness back to herself.

When he looked back to Princess Juliana, he understood the will reflected in the Princess's eyes and called out loud to his men, who were still standing.

"Listen! It is the word of Her Royal Highness Princess Juliana!

And when he avoided to his side, he poked one knee and drooled his head.

The soldiers who were around after that also imitate one rendle after another, poking their knees on the spot.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time we have fallen to the ground, defeated by our enemies. But the gods have reached out to us with mercy. Some of them were not called back to heaven by the thought of the gods..."

Around thirty people listened to her words, and there were more than fifty people entrusted with escorts, so nearly twenty sacrifices were made.

Many soldiers wept in the princess's words, and there were those who shook their shoulders.

"But we were inspired by the gods to show us the way forward! With this carelessness, we must move forward! You must reward the mercy you receive! No one stops us from walking, go to Limburt!

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!

Soldiers who raise their voices to the princess's words.

Rendle began to skip instructions to the knights and soldiers one after the other when he stood up on the spot.

"Replace the carriage horse! Escaped horses are as secure as they can! Worst case scenario, just secure the carriage replacement horse! Grab a weapon you can use!

Each rushed out according to Rendle's instructions.