Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The next day after nightfall, the sky pushed clean and refreshing through the clouds more than yesterday, and the blue sky was spreading through. The wind blowing from the sea carries the scent of the tide and the unique smell of the port town.

When you open an armored door attached to a window in the inn room, the noise of the city enters from the outside. It's been a long time since the sun has risen.

Flexible gymnastics to unwrap the elaborate body, and then throw the black coat that was folded aside into the luggage bag. This time, I decided not to wrap my coat around it because of the stance of being Arian's escort knight. It will be somewhat noticeable, but that won't do.

Ponta, who had already woken up and sat down, tilted her neck and looked up at this one.

"Well, whether or not you'll be able to respond to the interview. Go, Ponta?

"Ki-yun!

When the ponta who replied jumps gently and magically winds, she rides that wind to make sure it sticks over her helmet, which is her usual constant position, before leaving the room.

If I was going to call Arian in the next room, Arian showed up in the hallway at almost the same time.

"Morning, Ark. You're so conspicuous."

"I'm Lord Arian's escort knight today."

Exchange morning greetings, then the two of us will leave the inn behind.

I traveled all over the inn yesterday, so my current position was not near the south neighborhood gate I dived yesterday, but in the inn district near the central street gate. As you leave the inn and continue west down the street, you will eventually hit the first waterway. Take the road along that waterway south and cross the bridge into a section called the Old Town.

Unlike the new city neighborhood, which is sandwiched between the first and second waterways, there is an expanse of stone streets that are as colourful as they have endured years of wind and snow that can be called history. The grounds of the house being built also appear to be a few minutes large, unlike the new town, and the streets beside it are provided with a relaxed width.

Eventually, as we proceeded along the boulevard, the road became slightly slope-climbing, and large walls and gates were seen around the poke. Behind the tall walls lies the majesty of an even taller castle. In front of the gate at your feet, the guards lined up neatly next to each other to give you a glimpse.

And when he came out before Arian, and came near him, he saw this side, and the guard did not fail to correct his abode.

"I'm sorry, but I'd like to ask you to meet with someone who has become the wife of Lord Petros, our lord."

One of the guards advanced forward and slid his gaze from bottom to top, his eyes stopped on his helmet. I remembered something that was riding over my head with a blatantly suspicious eye. The guard man in front of him asked for the identity of Ponta once he was thinking about putting it down from his head without hiding his surprised expression.

"I'm sorry, where are you?

"We are messengers over the Canadian Great Forest. I'd like you to meet my wife on top of me."

In the meantime, when I raised my name, the guard man tilted his neck and then tried to open his mouth with an uncomfortable eyebrow root. But one of the guards in the back rushes to the guard in front and hears something.

"If you want to be an elf, why don't you take that helmet and name it?"

That's what the deafened man says and comes forward and stares at this side. Arian, who was watching a series of interactions behind him there, came forward and took away the hood of the grey coat he was wearing.

Her long white hair, illuminated by the sun, dances like silver thread against the sea breeze blowing into the city. When slightly pointy ears, light purple smooth skin and golden glowing eyes were exposed to the surface, all the guards in front of them breathed but found out. It's not just the guards, I can hear the residents who were watching this interaction around them squealing with surprise.

"I am Arian Grenis Maple, a messenger from the Canadian Great Forest. I hope your wife takes over."

Her clear, good name echoes on a quiet street corner. The guards were solidified to look at each other and devise a response for a while, but they finally raised their voices as if they had restarted.

"Report to the lord!

"Yes!

A guard, who would be one messenger, rushes in and dives into a small door set at the gate. Watching a series of exchanges, I shrug my shoulders that it's a recent sight to see.

Arian, who was watching the guards, fell back when he put his hood back on again.

While the decree to the lord was running, I was slightly distracted when I turned my face to the guard in front of me, caging the thought of whether I would be waited in front of this gate all the time. Even though I call myself a messenger, I sincerely mourn whether I have no promises and suddenly have no choice but to put up with myself as a visitor.

After a while, a decree hung from the inside of the walls and one side of the gate made a heavy noise and opened to the inside. When the guard of the earlier conductor appeared from the inside, he saluted and replied to me.

"Master Petros is going to see you!

The guards, who were arrayed in front of the gate in the words, parted left and right to clear the way.

Suggest it yourself. Not now, but I didn't think I'd be able to see my lord at all. Again, perhaps Arian's appearance alone is oddly convincing because the Elves rarely show themselves in public.

When an old gentleman from the back showed his face and thanked him respectfully, he raised his face and looked at Arian and in his own order, asking towards him in a calm tone.

"Are you an escort?

Upon accepting it, the old gentleman nodded back and was urged to go inside. I turn my eyes to Arian and do her first, myself later into the walls from the open gate on one side.

Following the lead of the old gentleman through the large courtyard and diving into the main entrance of the standing castle, it was a blowout hall. On the polished marble floor, the front wall has a huge mural, a large chandelier down from the ceiling in addition to decorated columns and beams, and a brilliant interior.

Use one of the stairs provided on either side to go upstairs.

Dive through the front entrance upstairs, cross the hallway where a smaller courtyard than earlier can be seen down both sides, and continue further into the back. When he was allowed to pass into a spacious room for his advance, the old gentleman said he was going to go get his husband and thanked him before leaving the room.

There are luxurious conditioning products arranged around and the format of the room is improved. It's more interesting like a palace or a castle than what you see in a castle in Blambaina because of its financial power in a big city.

Ariane gets to the seat provided and waits, holding back like an escort, arm-wrapped. I don't think diplomats are wrong because they have a great image, but would that be a little different?

A group of men and women came through the back door as they had ideas about posture to try to put it in the back hand or to try to become upright immovable. Behind it is also refraining from the earlier old gentleman.

The man who came into the room is probably the lord here. He laughs at me as I show him how to carelessly scratch up his slightly wavy forehead with blonde blue eyes. The grin that makes the strangely white teeth shine and its footsteps coming this way are light but slightly carefree and more like an actor in opera than a lord.

The man, who would be a lord, walks up to the front, turns around on the spot and shows it and stops.

Why 'd you turn around?

With such suspicion in mind, the man opened his mouth first and raised his name.

"Have I kept you waiting? Petros du Landbalt, my lord who reigns over the land. Twenty, newlywed!

The man of that lord, who named him Petros, smiles like a blossoming hua with his hands wide open. It's like a prince in a girl comic book. But after his name, he pinches a strange introduction.

As Petros advances to the feet of Arian, who was distracted, he tries to kneel at that foot and takes her hand and looks up at her.

"What a beautiful messenger house this is. Welcome to my castle."

It was the woman who came with me who blocked Petros from speaking of his hospitality with an air cough from behind. A woman dressed in a pale green evening dress with a long hem, green blonde hair and long pointed ears, and green eyes are the undisputed hallmark of an elf. With her slender shape with thin lines but tall and white skin, she looks quite dressed.

There is no such thing as being forced to obey at first glance. He follows beside a young man named Petros, who smiled quietly and named his lord.

When Petros noticed her blockade, he stood up and turned to her with a glittering smile.

"I'm sorry, Treasa. Of course you're the most beautiful! But all the women in this world are beautiful, I praise only those beautiful flowers, forgive me."

Take the hand of that elf woman, called Treasa, and gently mouth her back and smile, adding a hand gesture as if she were an actor in the opera. Pretty weird if this is vegan.

She was used to what he said and did, so to speak, I just glanced at her shoulder and showed her and turned back to me and lowered my head gently.

"Thank you for taking the time out of the distance, I didn't expect a messenger from Maple. I'm Treasa. And now I'm named Treasa Darine Landbalt."

He comes to the seat in front of Arian with that said. Behind her, her husband, Petrov, pulled his chair happily and put her in her seat, calming her hips in the seat next to it.

I tried to pull Arian's chair to imitate him myself, but she just got to her seat herself. The person in question was not obsessed with such matters and introduced himself to the two people in front of him.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Ariane Glennis Maple. And behind you is an arc of escorts."

"My name is Ark. See you later."

Slightly more respectfully he breaks his hips and thanks, Treasa looks at this one with rare eyes. Ponta is sticking to the cape now, so I don't think I can see it from the other side, but was there anything that caught my eye?

"No, no, that's an elf knight. Such beauty as the knight of man's world."

Petros looks at this side and narrows his eyes so that he can laugh. As Cheng Cheng dropped his gaze on his wrapped luxury armor, whether it was because of the "Holy Armor of Bellenus", he looked at Ponta with his shoulder.

Treasa also tried to say something, but it was Arian who controlled the flight ahead.

"It's quick and bad, but I heard you married him, the lord here..."

directed at Treasa as her golden eyes explore. Treasa also regained her mind and laughed slightly and nodded, knowing that she would be asked about it, she looked at Petros beside her.

"Yeah, it's a fact. About a month ago we became a couple. There was a lot going on..."

Petros and Treasa, the two hands on the table with nature. An air is created that makes it difficult for the two of them to break in while they stare, but Ariane tilted her neck as she looked at it with strange eyes.

As far as the atmosphere between the two of us is concerned, the line of forced looks unlimited low.

"We came here from the footsteps of the elf hunters. Until you got here, I thought you were caught.

Arian questioned Treasa as she stepped into the sweet spaces of the two.

When they heard it, they let go of their combined hands and made their dwellings right with each other.

"After all, you were not a messenger, you were a warrior sent for rescue."

He didn't look so surprised, but rather Treasa nodded as he was convinced.

"Right......, indeed I was trapped in an elf hunt, sold and brought to this land of Landbalt"

Wandering her gaze into the universe as if she remembered what was then, she lowers her brow butt slightly.

"It was my father, the former lord, who bought her. I really doubted my eyes when I broke the treaty I made in the kingdom, because I didn't even think about it in the open air."

Petros, who was listening to Treasa's confession, has a slightly self-derisive grin and falls powerless. Treasa sees him with such a worrying look.

"Wait. What happened to the former lord, Lundez du Landbalt, the tenant who bought it?

Arian shook her somewhat confused head and asked her to explain. But it was Petros, who was beside him, who answered it.

"My father is closed to a painting in this castle... The fact that it was against the laws of the kingdom is the form in which I pursued it and took power. I don't think it's a good idea to talk about this scandal lightly, but if the emissary from her native country, the Elf Nation, were to arrive, I'd be able to cover up the facts."

Petros, with a slightly troubled look on his face, told me how he married her.

According to his story, she was brought to this territory about a year ago, when her former lord Lundez had purchased it through a slave trader under the castle. One person who witnessed it told Petros, and that was the original story of a dispute between him and his father based on kingdom law and flipping an anti-flag to hold real power.

If you look only at the story, it doesn't even look like you plotted to keep this one from leaking on the kingdom side, but then you don't have to keep Treasa the elf, the witness, at hand.

"So why did you marry him?

Arian doesn't see how their stories connect. He's twisting his neck tightly, but he's listening to the two of them seriously about trying to understand.

Then suddenly Petros took a seat and spoke of the situation at that time so that he could sing it up.

"It's a simple story! I was already in love the moment I saw her in captivity! My heart seeks your love forever, my poor prisoner."

"Ugh, if I petros..."

When Petros whispers love like a bard with a lofty gesture of hands, Treasa also dyes her cheeks to the vermilion to engage her gauntlets with him. It's like I'm watching some opera..., is this a sudden scene where I sing out myself?

The old gentleman holding back looks at the two like that with some delightful narrowing of his eyes.

Am I accustomed to this exchange of hands? As for myself, I remember my heartburn lightly, but the two of us are creating a world where we are alone.

Arian, who was shown such a look in front of her, looked surprised as she was taken aback and then shook her head (wearing it).

"... are you okay with that?

With a voice that finally squeezes out, Arian asks Treasa that's all. I can see in that look that I'm purely worried about her.

People and elves will be worried about living together. Had it not been for Carthy's precedent, she might have disagreed more.

But is the concern here a matter of life expectancy between the two? But I heard that the Elves are about four hundred years old, and by contrast, the Petros of the people are a hundred years old, no matter how hard they try. No, it would be a big deal if we could live sixty years no matter how hard we try in this world of poor health care systems. There is no doubt that it is Petros who passes away first. But I guess that both Arian and Treasa, the person of the day, are aware of it.

To see how the two stare at each other, the answer is more or less predictable.

"Yeah, that's what I decided."

"If you say that's all right, I have nothing to say... If you have parents or something, I'll keep a message. Where?

She was Arian with a slightly more complex thought on her face, but asked about her parents and the inside whether she had shown a certain understanding of Treasa's opinion.

"It's Mill Est in there. It's a little inside."

"Mill est,..."

Arian, who heard the name in it, replied with a slightly hooked reply as to whether he remembered anything. It was Treasa who leaned his neck surprisingly at it and asks it with her eyes.

"Some of them, including some of them, were integrated into large ones, and now they're gone."

Treasa gave the words a slightly surprised look, but soon turned to a lonely look and laid her eyes down.

Speaking of which, I think I also heard from Glennis, Arian's mother, that the small inside near the crowd was absorbed.

Ariane asked her another question to change the subject, whether she had taken into account Treasa's mood, which showed concern.

"By the way, I heard the former lord was shut down, but what happened to the slaver?

Treasa did not answer that question and quietly shifted her gaze to neighbouring Petros.

"Oh, the slaver has already served his sentence on those who were lords.... It just seems that my father's convenience allowed me to widen quite a bit to the back, and I noticed this pick-up of a side-by-side dealer who escaped outside the wall and is now a bandit nearby."

Petros, armed, smiles bitterly with an eyebrow root.

"With the picking of the big store that was partitioning the back, there is now a power struggle in the city under the castle, and outside the walls there are bandits and... I have a headache"

I remember hearing about the bandits who came out of the story of Petros, the lord, who attacked the young mercenaries before coming to this city. Did Arian notice that too? I looked back at him and looked at him.

"Hmm, I don't know if those bandits are, but a few young mercenaries captured some bandits when they came to this city yesterday..."

Petros, who listens to this side of the story, nods at it and takes over.

"There were reports yesterday that we had about ten new captives, well, now we've finally got over half the number we've arranged..."

Petros sighs deeply and sits deeply in his chair. When Treasa turned quietly there and eared something at him, Petros looked surprised for a moment and then nodded, riding himself out on this side again to gaze at him.

"Actually, it has a little something to do with it, but there's something I need you both to fold in."

"Wait, please"

It was Treasa herself who would have brought the story to him that blocked Petros from the side as he opened his mouth and started talking.

"This is a favor from me, so I'll tell you from me."

With a serious look on his face over here, he opened his mouth quietly.

"What I want you two to do is look for someone."