Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Grand Duchy of Limburt in the southeastern part of the Kingdom of Rhoden.

Formerly only a regional territory of the Kingdom of Rhoden, during the battle against the Elves some six hundred years ago, the Duke of Tissient and his party, who at the time were appealing for reconciliation with the Elves, left the Kingdom of Rhoden and later became interested in the Grand Duchy of Limburt on this land.

At that time, the Kingdom of Rhoden did not show very good feelings for Limburt, but even if it could leak its grievances to Rhoden, who had lost the battle against the Elves and was exhausted, it was not a situation in which it could sue them with force.

And the Grand Duchy of Limburt pushed for reconciliation with the Elves, as the Duke of Tissient had advocated from the beginning, and now became the only nation to have a deal with the Elves.

Because the demonic props produced by the Elves boast the ability to draw a line with those created by the people, people sought those items.

In the first place, the Kingdom of Rhoden opened its end of the war against the Elves, also because it wanted these high-performance magic tools and magic guidance techniques, but the result was to close with the overwhelming victory of the Canadian Great Forest Power by the Elves, who were only a minority in the Kingdom of Rhoden at the time, after the Leblanc Empire.

The foreign countries, who, like Rhoden, wanted their technology, were also stunned by this result, and had to give up looting by force and move to trading by trade.

However, the Elves had been dragged into the Canadian Great Forest and narrowed down the trading desk only to the Grand Duchy of Limburt, so Limburt, which was able to sell the Elves' magic props exclusively to other countries, would make a huge fortune, and its power would increase dramatically while small countries.

Here in Limburt, the capital, a huge harbour overlooking the Gulf of Aldria was built, with many ships from countries of the North continent visiting here, and the city was full of considerable vigour.

It should also be said that Limburt here is more populous than Orav, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Rhoden, and that it will overtake the empire's empire's capital because of the large number of merchants and sailors who come and go in search of elf magic items purchased by Limburt. And elves who have been around for a long time in other countries are also the only cities of people to be seen.

More than a hundred Grand Duchy troops lined the streets of such vibrant Limburt, and a group of troops in uniform and black painted four-headed carriages, usually unknown in the form of being led by that army, proceeded throughout the city, aiming to Limburt Castle all the way.

It was the second princess of the Kingdom of Rhoden, Juliana Merol Melissa Rhoden Orav, riding the leading big black painted carriage.

Long stretched blonde hair with a strong yellow flavour, letting loose waves hang on the tip of her hair swoop, and a lovely brown eye peeps into her white, neat face.

The bustling streets of Limburt, visible from the carriage windows, are reflected in her big eyes and flow slowly.

It was actually about ten days after that raid in the woods at the foot of the Annette Mountains.

It was a little behind schedule to move quickly away from the point where the attack struck, to Limburt while alerting new chasers to avoid major cities, and to cross the River Librut, which is the border line separating the Kingdom of Rhoden from the Grand Duchy of Limburt.

Immediately after entering the Grand Duchy of Limburt, he went to the castle of Marquis Blart, who ruled the territory, to briefly tell him about this incident (the whisperer) and to seek protection.

The guards, down to nearly thirty, were quite exhausted when they entered Limburt.

The wounds sustained during the previous raid were hardly visible due to the miracle industry, but the forcible forces, who lost many horses and were vigilant in their pursuit to minimize the camp, caused fatigue to accumulate visibly.

Marquis Blart saw it and labored the soldiers, letting Princess Juliana's line linger in her castle, and in the meantime sent a messenger to Lady Celiana, who was in the capital Limburt.

It was on the third day that Princess Juliana's line stayed in the residence of Marquis Blart that the envoy returned with an immediate reply from Limburt that he would receive the soldiers.

He came here to the capital of the Grand Duchy of Limburt, in the form of being led by the Grand Duchy of Limburt, who then came all the way to the territory of Blart.

Eventually, the carriage carrying Juliana leads to the centre of Limburt, to the large stone bridge that leads to the castle where the Grand Duke lives.

The perimeter of the castle was provided with a large moat, and the water drawn from the sea filled the perimeter of the castle. From the bridge across that moat, you can see the peaceful sights of those who drip fishing lines around the castle and are interested in relaxing fishing.

Eventually, when he crossed the bridge and entered the walls, the palace of White Asia of the Grand Duke, ruling the Grand Duchy of Limburt, was in front of him. With several spires, elegant sculptures throughout and a majestic atmosphere, its palace showed the power and richness of the country.

"Beautiful building as before..."

I looked up through the carriage window and looked back, the samurai Ferna squeaking.

Silently affirming her words like that, Princess Yuliana shifts her gaze to the palace entrance.

At the end of his gaze, he could see the great staircase, the entrance to this White Asian palace, where a nostalgic face figure would be some close guard, standing guarded by soldiers dressed in fine armor.

The carriage slowly proceeds to the large vestibule of the palace, which eventually stops in front of the large large large staircase in front of the palace.

Neither did your lord open the carriage door, and Princess Yuliana jumped off the carriage and rushed to the nostalgic figure.

"Sister Melia!

"You were safe, Merol!

The person Princess Juliana called Meliá also rushed over to her and softly hugged her, tearing up her eyes and mouthing the name of her nostalgic sister, whom she had been calling since she was a child.

Brown eyes dwell in a colour full of charity in the hair that beautifully binds and ties together blondes with a strong yellow flavour, just like Juliana. A woman holding Princess Juliana, wrapped in a beautiful dress of thin blue, she was Juliana's real sister, Celiana Meliá do Orav Ticient, who married this Grand Duke of Limburt.

"I'm so glad you're alive..."

"I apologize for your concern, Sister Meliá..."

Juliana warms her eyes to the words of her sister, and buries her face in the warmth of her sister.

"When I heard the news in Rhoden that you had been disputed by Dakareth's hand, it turned dark in front of me..."

"! Sister, what the hell is that?!

Juliana raised her face vigorously to what her sister, Lady Celiana, had told her.

"I hear there was some confusion in Orav a while back. Dakares, who guided it, tried to multiply the sect by the confusion. Sect was injured, but he took it back..."

"... Really? So why are you telling me I've been compromised?

"When Dakareth is discussed, you will possess your mother's necklace, which you always wore. When I asked him, Dakares told me that Admiral Muldoira had joined the execution."

I glance at my chest listening to Celiana.

I couldn't find the necklace of my mother's shapely objects that I always wore, anywhere I looked after the raid, and I followed the scene where I cried and cried because of the chase.

Upon hearing that it was taken by the hands of the raiders and was at Dakares' disposal, Yuliana felt her heart scratched with a wave of emotions, filled with strange relief and fierce anger.

"... so what happened to General Maldoira?

"The mess in the king's capital was supposedly fanned at that time, and his son, General Setrion, debated him on the spot."

Listening to the story, Juliana lay down her face as if to hide her complicated chest. But Celiana whispered the words quietly in her ear, stroking her head gently like that and scratching her sister in her rich breasts.

"... you lived, that's all I have"

It was to sink his face into the tender and tender body of his beloved sister so that what was swirling in his chest disappeared like a lie in the words and just hid his hot breasts and eyeballs.

The Holy Leblanc Empire is located in the northeastern part of the North Continent.

Situated in the middle of its vast territory, the Imperial capital Haveren is a large city with a population of 80,000, the city built on a vast plain extends into a beautiful circular shape and a radial street is formed around the emperor's castle, which can be centered.

Situated in the heart of its imperial capital, Sigwensa Castle is more of a quality rigid construction than elegance, and was originally built as a castle fortress when it sought territory eastward during the Leblanc Empire.

Between the back of Sigwensa Castle, that one room usually used by the Emperor as an office.

One man was sitting on a chair where only the Lord of this country would be allowed to sit. Reddish hair on a clear and conspicuous nose is slightly habitual hair, and a young man still like a youth wraps around a less decorative military outfit on a tight body.

His name is Domitianus Leblanc Valletiaferbe, young emperor of this eastern power, the Holy Leblanc Empire.

He looked at it without just saying anything, poking his elbow at the map around the Empire spread in front of the executive desk, and he heard a knock on the door of the room.

"Get in."

There is no such thing as a servant in his office, and only a limited number of people come to visit this room, or give permission to enter the other person across the door in a rambling tone.

Slightly when the door opened, a fat man came in dressed in clothes more flashy than the emperor. It rocks a plethora of bellies, builds up an apologetic amount of moustache under his nose, a grinning look but only a frigid vibe from that smile.

The outgoing man, like a seemingly wealthy merchant, was Vermouth du Risere, the Lord Chancellor in a position to wrap up the affairs of this divine Leblanc Empire.

"What can I do for you? Vermore."

Against Vermore with that frigid smile, the emperor, who threw a glimpse of his gaze, inquired into the bluff stick.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Actually, I received a sentence from someone who had dropped by Rhoden earlier. I've been informed that the next heir to the throne is almost decided upon by Prince Sect."

"Hmm?!

In response to the emperor's enquiry, Lord Vermore returned the answer without incident.

To the answer Domitianus asked back in a tone he did not consider to be the emperor, and glared at the Lord Chancellor, who was grinning in front of him.

I don't feel as uncomfortable as being told information I don't like from people I don't think I care about from time to time, and I don't even try to hide it from them and get grumpy.

But at the time, Lord Vermore snorted louder and showed that it was something he was accustomed to, with no particular wind he cared about.

"Yes, he said Prince Dakares moved to eliminate Princess Yuliana and Prince Sect for anything, and as a result, the princess died and Prince Dakares was sent back to Prince Sect"

"What the hell?! Dakares' dumb bastard ran a plan like that! We haven't been consulted at all!

When Domitianus, the emperor, made his face glorified, he said a grudge festival to throw it away to Prince Dakares, who was no longer in the world.

"He said Diento was assassinated a while ago. The faction's stalks swayed and you were in a hurry to rebuild?

That's what Lord Vermore said, even though he shook his belly ridiculously.

"The source of the elves...... And now that the next throne has become sectional, you can hardly reach the south with stronger ties to those in the west..."

Domitianus started roaring alone as he put his arms together staring at the map in front of him.

"We're deploying a Warcraft unit, combined with tests for field operations, to march us to Wetlias in the north?

"... right. If the Warcraft damage goes to Wetlias, the armies affixed to the south will also have to be broken to the north. Don't just move the Warcraft to make them understand what's going on here."

When Lord Vermore, peering into the map in the same way, shows the northern part of the Greater Leblanc Empire to the west, the Wetlias Castle Fortress, he accelerates his thinking in order to work out future measures while affirming Domitianus as well.

"After poking Wetlias to some extent, try spraying bait with" Toyoshi's Demonic Stone "..."

"... I understand. I'll tell the magic court."

When the Lord Chancellor bent his big belly and answered his questions, Emperor Domitianus raised his face as if he had accidentally noticed something and asked the man with the frigid face in front of him.

"With that said, what happened to the Humba guy?

"Kakane now goes to the territory near Fire Dragon Mountain. There's a particularly powerful warcraft out there."

"Well, how the Warcraft Squad works this time, don't let him work more and more. We need to increase the production of the" Iron Ring of the Servant "to the Magic Court..."

That's what Emperor Domitianus said. He fished up his mouth and laughed.