Skeleton Knight, in Another World

"Dear Treasa!

"Frani!"

In front of Petros, lord at the Lordship Mansion of Landbalt, Treasa, who became his wife, and Frani, a maid of honor, were calling each other names to embrace their bodies.

"Thank you for listening to my wife's wishes and for saving Frani."

Petros says so and reaches out to Arian. Arian took that hand after seeing alternately the hand and Petros' face, slightly after it had happened.

"Nothing... I'm not a big deal."

Petros urged everyone to take a seat after smiling and smiling at Arian, who turned that way to the slightly blurry stick and returned the words.

Speaking of myself, I can't sit back on the luxurious looking couch in front of me with full body armor, so I stay behind as an example of Arian's escort.

Behind Lord Petros and his wife, Treasa, there is also the appearance of an unfamiliar young man who stands just as upright immobilized as this one.

"And you've often found out that she's been caught on that ship. That ship had the licence of Count Ornat of the Northern Kingdom on the other bank, and if it hadn't been for the fact that Frani and the city dwellers were captured, it would have been a big deal... May I ask where you got your confirmation?

Petros smiled somewhat bitterly and asked Ariane, answering it by striking her hand as Flani, who had refrained on the side, remembered.

"With that said, you had better call my name in a woman's voice when I was trapped in a barn. I replied unexpectedly, but those around me said that nobody remembered calling me..., in retrospect, that voice was that of Arian"

Next to Petros, who was listening with interest to the answer, he gave a look like Treasa was convinced.

"Oh, they used the Spirit of the Wind, didn't they?

Ariane nodded and answered the words small.

"I don't have a deal with the wind, so I can fly the words a dozen meters at best."

"It's amazing enough to be able to serve a moody spirit without a contract."

As Treasa turned her impressive eyes to Ariane, Ariane turned that way and scratched her cheek in a slightly lit manner.

Apparently, at that time, I witnessed an occasion when something popped out of her palm, but that was where I was flying the Spirit of the Wind. Sounds like something like wireless communication using spiritual magic.

I listen to the conversation between the two of them nodding as often as Petros was impressed.

"Nevertheless, it was the vice-president, Lord Gio, who planned this kidnapping of Lord Frani..."

Slightly sighing and putting the feeling of this one on the words, the old song man who was behind Petros came in and bowed his head at right angles.

"We apologize for the inconvenience caused to so many people by our poor supervision. All responsibility rests with this Knight Commander, Hered Gunconer."

Petros, the lord, waved gently to block the word when the Knights captain, who had wrapped his gray head around an all-back and named him Kaisel beard-grown Herid, refused to say that the place of responsibility for this one lay with him.

"I can't say it's just Herod's fault, because I'm responsible for keeping my father out of the throne of the lord and not yet in control of the whole thing..."

He said the deputy chief, Geo, had escaped the scene by multiplying that turmoil mess, but was soon seized by the knights, led by the Knights of Hered, who were lurking ahead.

"Was his purpose still gold?

"Sure, that seems to have happened, but he also seemed to be looking to restore security by handing over to the Chamber of Commerce a lot of displaced people who had recently flowed into the city. However, the Chamber of Commerce seems to have kidnapped many of the city's residents for good reason. He also acquiesced in the act of the same chamber of commerce."

When asked what Geo's purpose was this time, Hered lay down that face like he had chewed down a bitter bug.

Speaking of which, your deputy, Geo, didn't show very good feelings for the displaced.

When asked how Frani, a samurai, was caught by the Deoin Chamber of Commerce this time, the truth seems to be that Gio sold her personality to the Chamber of Commerce by coinciding with her sighting of the occasion when she wanted to pass through, where she had made a deal to hand over the displaced people who were in the city with Vizio and the rest of the Chamber of Commerce as a measure of displacement.

Gio decided to sell Frani for money, and Vizio was happy to buy the educated maid as a slave, thanks to two men sticking up the skin of greed, she could also be said to be safe.

"Are you still going to pursue this one case against the Count on the other side, the barbarism committed in other territories by the Chamber of Commerce with the Count's immunity, albeit from other countries?

Asking Petros, he shakes his head if he smiles bitterly.

"I'm going to tell Count Ornat that I've taken custody of the Deoin Chamber of Commerce named after him with a false license. I don't want to rub it with the lords of other countries without darkness, and this time it's a form of forced entry into the ship on this side. I know it's painful to lose a ship, but I don't think you're going to say anything big because you can keep your eyes open."

Even though there was a magical confirmation by Arian, was it still an overdone act that went in without taking the steps? But just because you took steps in that case, it wouldn't have meant that you could properly inspect the ship.

"I don't mean to apologize for this disturbance, but I have a little idea where the displaced people are going overflowing the territory"

Not only did the lord Petros express interest in the words, but also the Knightly Commander's Hered, who had refrained from taking sides.

So when we talked about the Branbeina territory we stopped by when we came to Landbart, Ariane, who was surprised, also struck her hand as she remembered when she heard the story.

Viscount Skittos, the lord over there, lamented the lack of more cultivated land bearers and insufficient manpower. We won't be able to emigrate in large numbers, but we can also consider it as one of the measures to combat displacement here.

"I didn't think there could be many more people in that realm... but do you have an elf tribe like my realm? Then I'm pushing for friendship with the Elves, inviting you to the faction of His Highness Juliana, and consulting with the Viscount about the displaced."

Upon his own suggestion, Petros leans forward, taking his back off the couch where he was sitting with Arian looking interested in some of it, whining alone with his imaginary face somehow.

"By His Highness Juliana, do you mean the royalty of this Kingdom of Rhoden?

"Yes, Your Highness is the only one in this country with the right to inherit the throne who is trying to promote friendship with the Elves. My father belonged to the faction of His Royal Highness Dakares, the second prince, but he was thinking of moving his seat to His Highness Juliana, the second princess, because of his wife."

Arian listens with interest to Petros's story. The royal family of this country also tried to interact with the Elves, and it is a nod that she, the Elves, shows interest.

Ariane's listening to Petros about Her Highness Juliana. Next to her, she twists her neck with a sense of vision of her name. It won't be that big of a deal that I can't remember right away, so I concluded and switched my mind.

Petros, the lord in this case, gave me a sealed waxed letter to that effect and two copies of a copper pass in Landbalt territory as a promise of convenience if anything.

If you think about the future of the Elves and the people, these things will be of some use, and the passports are quite useful if you consider the possibility that you may visit them again and again. It moved a little flashy in the realm, but people's rumors also say forty-nine days, and it will heal within. No, was the 49th a legal date?

As I turned my thoughts on such other things as not loving, Arian, who had finished the conversation, smacked me aside and finally returned to me.

Thereafter, he thanked Treasa, who became Lord Petros and his wife, and Frani, the samurai, to bid farewell, and when he left Landbalt, he used the magical [transfer gate (gate)] of long-distance transfer to return to Laratoia, once inside the Elves.

Laratoia is also from Arian, one of the vast Canadian forests inhabited by many of the Elves, in the tremendous woods of the mighty Warcraft.

Activating the [Transition Gate (Gate)] on a hill overlooking the unpopular Gulf of Burgo, he stood in front of a mansion that he had often seen here recently after the landscape had dimmed.

What you see in the front is a giant great tree, but the unique mansion of the Elves, as integrated with the great tree, is built. Its mansion, in the form of fusion with nature, was the home of the elder, the inner head of this Laratoia, and the home of Arian, the daughter of its elder.

Transferring magic directly into the interior of the elves, who are not comfortable with putting people in the interior, has not been much praise.

But sometimes Arian's father, who ruled the inner part, is the elder and has permission, and the impression of the mansion in front of him is strong, and he really comes here with the image that floats when he flies with the transfer.

The great tree blocks the light of the sunset with its large and lush branches, creating a darkness earlier than its surroundings in the mansion that lays beneath it. The window of the mansion was leaking lights by lamps created with demonic props, smelling good enough to stimulate hunger, whether it was the discipline of dinner.

On his head, was he caught smelling it, and Ponta is hiking his nose with a "kiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu".

Arian, at the head of the line, opened both the large wooden doors of the mansion, our own home, and went inside.

Diving through the front entrance into the hall, which was a blow-out hall, a giant pillar stood in the center so as to pierce the mansion, where an elf man descended from the second floor of the hallway given to the outer perimeter of that hall.

At the age of appearance, in the late twenties and thirties, the emerald blonde hair is slightly longer, dressed like a tattooed cleric garment that is unique to the Elves.

This is Dylan Targ Laratoia, this man is the elder in this house and the fruitful father of Arian.

When Dylan found her daughter Arian's face, she broke up and came here.

"It's a long way back. Was it a problem or something?

Asking Dylan with her daughter and this one in turn, Arian told her about how she and Treasa met in Landbart.

"Well... if she decided to live with people herself, we wouldn't have to pinch anything. Besides, it's interesting to hear from His Highness Juliana of the Kingdom of Rhoden, if there's any contact from that side due to the fact that Ariane and the others have previously debated Lord Rhoden, we can take it in the right direction if we can talk to him."

With that said, Dylan looks with interest at the writ of Petros, Lord of Landbalt, received from Arian.

"And when I stopped in that city of Landbalt, I met a man named Kersey Herd, an elf warcraft scholar, in a city called Blambaina."

"Carthy Held......, you're definitely the one who wrote the Great Forest Warcraft Ecobook. Rumor has it you left the woods a long time ago, but were you there? I'll tell the elders next time."

Dylan looks at this one with a slightly more serious eye after a gentle grin.

"All that remains is a person named Drassos du Barisimon... According to information from a Yamano people named Chiyome who gave us information on the location of the drassos, the next is the eastern empire, right?

Dylan frowned complexly as she watched Arian nod small.

"I hear that the empires in the east and west have a wide territory, and the Elves and others don't know what they will do if they are found. It was also the predecessors of both empires that drove us to this land where we, the Elves, lived scattered throughout the North. Arian will be strong enough, but don't be too impotent."

"I know, and there's an arc, so we can break most of the situation."

With his worried eyes turned to his father, Arian tells that as he looks up at himself standing beside him, knocking lightly on this armor. Apparently, she appreciates it.

If you don't feel bad, correct your residence and strain your chest.

Lord Dylan, I'm responsible for sending Arian back safely.

Ariane half-eyed on the side and looked at her and peered into the back of her helmet.

"You're not going to go the wrong way this time, are you?

With that said, how do I get to the Empire, when I think about it and tilt my neck, Arian put an elbow in my flank.