Skeleton Knight, in Another World

In the royal castle in the heart of the king's capital of Rhoden, Aurave, a room brightly illuminated with crystal shaped lamp demonic props, where the sun went down and dimmed, there was a figure of a man throwing a silver cup on the floor with blue bars up and in his hand.

The cup thrown rolls into the corner of the room with the sound of metal and the sound of a floor slab striking dull into the room. The wine that was filled with the cup was scattered with aromatic aromas around it.

Two men followed the cup thrown by the man with their gaze, and eventually when it stopped, they exchanged their gaze with each other and returned their gaze to the man who was building blue muscles again.

"Shit!! Why! Why is Count Hoban being debated this time of year?!

Float your hips off the leather sofa and squeeze your cup-throwed hands full of force. Those who severely distorted their neat faces and floated angry colors in their blue eyes, shaking their golden hair and exhaling rough breaths were the second prince, Dakares Sissier Carlon Rhoden Vetran.

"Due to this confusion caused by the simultaneous beeping of the inhabitants, we are currently out of touch with Hoban"

One of the men who was gazing at Prince Dakares opened his mouth heavily.

He is an old man with mixed gray brown hair and a splendid mustache, but his body is so full of bones that he cannot feel his old age.

As the head of the Orsterio family of the Seven Dukes of this country, the Duke of Mardoira do Orsterio, in the position of the Grand General who heads the three armies of the King, briefly conveyed to Prince Dakares the report delivered by the liaison officer who had sent him to Hoban.

"If Horned Wolf and others didn't show up in the streets, I'd have something that would have stopped Sect's breath root by now!

"Your Highness, if no warcraft had appeared in the streets, we would have gone to Hoban as planned and possibly been involved in the rebellion."

I speak to Prince Dakares, who has begun to vent a grudge against the Warcraft, so that another man who was beside General Maldoira can forgive him.

Faced with the likeness of having made the Grand General young, the man who looked good in military attire with a successful body was one of the three generals of this country, General Cetrion do Orsterio.

But in the words of General Cetrion, Prince Dakares curled up as though he were still excited.

"It would have been convenient! Multiply the chaos of the rebellion with what you've been discussing sect!

On Prince Dakares' sword screen the two generals sighed small without either.

What was originally intended to conspire with Count Hoban to murder Prince Sect was threatened by the emergence of the Warcraft, which threatened the safety of the streets leading to Hoban, during which Count Hoban, who was a collaborator, was discussed in a revolt caused by the simultaneous beeping of the people.

"There's nothing else to say about this being a bad time. We need to look at the next opportunity…"

General Maldoira told him so in a fat voice.

Part of the King's army stationed in the Wang capital with one previous incident had already left the Wang capital in order to ensure the safety of the streets and calm the situation in Hoban territory.

Until the surrounding conditions settled, it was harder to get out of the Wang Capital, and because the planned visit to Hoban had disappeared from a long time ago, there was no way to prepare another place to visit abruptly without a preparation period.

"The guy from Juliana is also out to Limburt at some point and I can't help it!

When Prince Dakares was whining about such evil, there were those who knocked slightly harder at the door of the room.

"Dear Mardoira! I came to ask you about a fire emergency!

Gen. Setrion, who reacted quickly to it, slightly opened the door of the room and responded by telling the soldiers of the decree standing outside to tell them what was going on.

Once saluted now, the Herald lurked his voice and overheard General Cetrion's contents.

Once he nodded at its contents, General Setrion lowered his commanding officer and went back to his room once now, listening to the contents of the matter to his father, General Maldoira.

"What?"

Prince Dakares, who was watching that exchange, does not even try to hide his grumpy voice, but asks Admiral Mardoira.

Maldoira briefly told Prince Dhakales about the matter communicated in response to it.

"Your Highness, they say the main building of the Etsato Chamber of Commerce under the castle is under attack. The raiders seem to be quite hands-on, and the military has received a request for help from the Chamber of Commerce... How do we proceed?

Upon hearing the report, Prince Dakares presses Cricket Valley (temple) and wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"Why are the problems overlapping from next to next!

The Etsato Chamber of Commerce is a major chamber of commerce that utilized its sales channels in order to satisfy the purchased Elves, and it is also unable to comply with the request for rescue from the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce.

Prince Dakares' cursed caged voice filled the room, but after exhaling loudly, he turned his dangerous gaze towards General Maldoira.

"I'll take it from you later. You lead an immediate response to repression. The Grand General moves out of his way, I'll lend you plenty over there."

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When Prince Dakares said so and distorted his mouth, did he get caught up in it, and General Cetrion slightly zeroed his grin in his mouth as well.

When General Maldoira knelt down at the word of Prince Dhakales, he left the room early enough.

General Cetrion, who dropped it off, slowly opened his mouth as he turned to Prince Dakares.

"Your Highness. It's actually one of Hoban's earlier cases, but there have been reports of the involvement of the elf-like while unconfirmed"

"What the hell!?

The consciousness of Prince Dakares, who had conceived plans for the future and so on, is drawn back in one word at a time, staring General Setrion in the face.

"This Etsato Chamber of Commerce raid could be their fault if anything"

"... what do you mean?

Pregnant the color of nature and tension in the tone of asking back.

"In fact, we have received reports that the Elves, whose climate was supposedly secretly surrounded, have disappeared since that incident. And Hoban has handed over the Elves before. Hoban hasn't been confirmed yet, but perhaps..."

The responding General Setrion tried to answer the question in a sober tone.

"Are you telling me you're going after me, who was pulling the thread behind me? Exactly that would be too much to think about..., first of all I don't think I can get into the royal castle."

"But suppose these series of matters are the result of internal guidelines... Diento's fortress was also robust, as you can see. If the noise beneath the castle is positive, it is possible that the man who is after His Highness's destiny has guided us here."

"... what are you going to do to me?

"I thought it would be wise to dive into an unknown place. We have a mansion in First Street, let's head towards it first. Your Highness."

Prince Dakares roamed for a little while, but eventually nodded small, taking it and running the preaching that General Cetrion was waiting outside the room.

"Your Highness, I'll have a carriage at the back entrance. Hurry up."

Speaking in a quiet voice, he took a handful of Kingsguards to the back entrance in the castle with Prince Dakares.

Because the royal family and their close relatives and those who are at their mercy go through passageways, there are no public streets, and only one footstep in a hurry sounds.

Eventually, when I get to the back door, a small, royally crested, less decorative carriage in black paint slips in without a restraint at night or a light.

Four Kingsguards are holding off on horseback before and after the carriage.

When Setrion opened the carriage door, Prince Dakares boarded it, as prompted by it, and Setrion followed.

The carriage carrying the two quickly sounds like a whip, and as the body accelerates to slide out, it rushes through the back entrance of the castle gate.

The soldiers on watch, who had been handed out to the castle gate, dropped off the carriage without saying anything in particular just a glimpse of the carriage crest.

The black-painted carriage thrusts through the cobblestones of the First District, where the noble mansion is built.

Only indescribably severe air drifted through the carriage, and only the vibrations of the carriage and the sound of the horse's hooves filled the spot.

Then suddenly the carriage stopped abruptly with the horse hissing and Prince Dakares, who kept his hips in his seat, fell ill.

"Who is it!?

Outside the carriage I hear a Kingsguard do something to someone, but the answer never returns, and the sound of a fierce sword trident started pounding outside.

"Cetrion! What's going on!?

Prince Dakares peers through the windows of the carriage into the streets of darkness, but it was only hard to see the shadows of darkness hanging slightly outside.

"Your Highness, please calm down. Nothing to worry about."

With that said, Setrion protruded it into Prince Dakares' chest as he pulled out the beautifully decorated skinny sword he had raised on his hips.

The prince sitting across the street said he couldn't understand what had happened, his gaze wandering between the silver sword piercing his chest and General Setrion's unusual expression.

"... hey...?

Blowing blood bubbles from his mouth. Saying just that, his head drips powerless and he runs out.

As if I had predicted the timing, the carriage door opened and a single person came in.

When General Cetrion unconstitutionally pulled out the sword that had stabbed Prince Dakares in the chest, he quickly put it in his sheath and poked one knee at him, welcoming the person.

"Apparently, you've carried things on the right track..., you've put in a lot of trouble"

The man with a neat face on his tall, bright brown hair grinned lightly at his mouth and hung words of labor on the cetrion kneeling in front of him.

"I have nothing to say to you."

Cetrion looks up and looks up to First Prince Sect Rondal Carlon Rhoden Sadier, who sits in the seat in front of him.

"But this plot in this steeple, it's brilliant."

"No, because we knew that several beasts had infiltrated the castle. The Etsato Chamber of Commerce has offered to rely on this person if there is anything."

"You're handy. Nevertheless, it was a shame that the spark we had sown in Hoban had finally burned up when we got here."

Prince Sect thinly distorted the mouth of his righteous face.

"Yes. The power I was gathering in that manipulation was helpful in the case of Master Juliana. We have already completed the processing of the person who was the point of contact."

"I've long been aware of Yuliana's guy's movements and so on. But thanks to the Warcraft, its power was also halved..."

When the prince says so, he flaunts his shoulder.

"Considering the fact that we've been delayed to go to Hoban this time thanks to the Warcraft, I can't even say it's a total damage..."

"Right, I hear they cleaned up the bishops in the way, too.... Juliana's artifacts arrived this way earlier. Once this case is cleared, I will make it public that it was discussed by Dakareth's plot."

When he sighed briefly, Prince Sect knelt in front of him and saw a quiet loyal minister, now lowering his brow butt and zeroing his words.

"Later is Maldoira...... I'm sorry, let my parents imitate me."

"My father is an old man, too. I thought it would be filial to pick it up before it gets worse."

To Prince Sect's words, General Setrion replies by shaking his head (wearing it) quietly.

"Well... then we'll do as we're told, right?

"Yes."

As the two gazes were exchanged in the carriage, and Prince Sect nodded as he urged General Cetrion, the General released once again the sword in his hand.

"Don't go too deep for me, okay? Don't even hesitate."

To Prince Sect's difficult order, General Setrion nodded deeply, putting his sword of escape seriously and letting it run into the prince's left arm in a breath.

"Gu!"

I get a short groan from the prince and a painful look.

Prince Sect's left arm is torn with clothes, flashly bloodsplashed and looks like a serious injury.

Upon quick confirmation of it, General Cetrion put his sword to the sheath and offered it to the Prince.

"Your Highness, please heal in the temple and report this incident as you should."

Prince Sect received the sword offered and nodded with a face scratched with sweat on his forehead.

And when General Setrion got out of the carriage quickly, he gave instructions to the man of his lord to hurry to the temple and left the carriage.

There is a whipping noise on the streets of the dark night, and the black-painted carriage that lit the lamp starts walking all the way to the temple, sounding the cobblestone.

He was General Setrion, who had a brief look behind him, but looked around at the knights of his subordinates who had come near him and looked up at the sky in the direction that was the place of destination.

Let's hurry to the Etsato Chamber of Commerce.

General Cetrion's quiet voice ran tension on the surrounding knights.