Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Laratoia, one of the dwellings of the Elves behind the Canadian Great Forest.

The mansion in which the elders live is like a fusion of a mansion that is an artifact with a great tree.

Inside the main entrance of the mansion of the great tree, it was like a blowout hall, with giant columns running vertically through the center of the mansion, and a crossing provided around the outer perimeter of the hall connecting the doors of each room, with those hierarchies up to the third floor.

The upstairs part ahead where you can go up that crossing from the left and right stairs on the ground floor. One large room on that second floor was like a dining room with a kitchen in the back.

A large wooden table is placed in the center of that room, and it is not Dylan, the elder, who sits on that seat, but his wife, Glennis.

She, also Arian's mother, drapes on her shoulders with her light purple skin and her snowy, long, white hair tied to three knits, just like Arian's, a characteristic of the Dark Elves.

Ariane was sitting opposite it, with herself and Chiyome sitting side by side. Speaking of Ponta, he is now swaying his big cotton-haired tail with joy as he obsesses over the dried apricot-like fruit he received from Grenis under the table.

"I apologize for suddenly taking the form of a visit this time"

The first person to say that and cut it out was Chiyome.

I bow my head and say words of apology, just like the black cat ears that made me a little droopy.

But Grenis laughed at Chiyome as he flickered his palm.

"It's okay, Ark. Your metastatic magic got me directly into this place."

When returning to Laratoia using the [Gate of Transfer], a long-distance transfer magic from Livenitza of the Holy Leblanc Empire, he moved in front of the elder's house, as usual, accompanied by Chiyome.

The Elves are talking about how sensitive it is to put extra people inside, so this is totally their own downfall, and Chiyome doesn't have to apologize at all.

Then I'll honestly bow my head and apologize here.

"I'm sorry, Lord Grenis. In the future, we will try not to do this."

"It would help if you did. But this time the customer was a Yamano citizen, so it's okay to accept after the fact. Hehe, let's get along with the race of the excluded, shall we? Chiyome."

Hold her mouth and Grenis replied laughing prankily, with a slightly troubled face as to what Chiyome could do to return it.

"By the way, isn't Dad home yet?

As she sipped the tea poured into the white cup served on the table, Ariane glanced around and asked her mother, Glennis.

"I went to Maple the day you left for the Empire, and I haven't been back yet. I've heard from the other side, but I'll take your report first."

Grenis answered her daughter Arian, sitting across the street, with her eyes open.

Ariane agreed with it and scratched how it was the Reibnitsa of the Empire and told Grenis to listen.

After listening to the story in silence, Grenis slowly exhaled, turning her gaze towards herself.

"I understand the situation. The five people they took away are missing from that city, right?

"Um, there's also the Warcraft Hydra thing, and now that city is in turmoil. Once the time has passed, we need to search the clues again."

Affirming Grennis's question, she opens her mouth about her future prospects, but waved her neck sideways with her hands in front of her to block it.

"It doesn't extend to that. This rescue mission has been decided, Ark, so I'm sorry you're here."

Glennis grinned when he said that, but it was Arian sitting across the street who objected to it.

"Hey, what do you say!? You're telling me you're abandoning the other five here?

Arian, who stood up in momentum, slammed the table and stuffed it to Grenis.

To such a daughter, Grenis looks troubled and flaunts her shoulders.

"There are disturbing rumors about the eastern empire. There's nothing more to be guessed about, because the Elf's decision is that it's dangerous for you to move around that country. This is also an instruction from Maple, so listen to it."

Pushed by the words of Glennis, who would not then be allowed to say yes or no, Ariane sat again in her seat to drool.

I don't see a color like I was convinced by those golden eyes that tend to lay low, and the fists placed on the table remain firmly gripped.

He wandered his gaze as Chiyome gazed at the complexion of both.

"You have a new assignment to take care of. As a reward for this rescue operation, Ark, you have someone to show you the way to the fountain you were proposing, right? I ask you to play that role."

Grennis turns to Ariane as she tries to speak in a bright manner.

This operation rescues elves everywhere with Arian. When I joined the operation as a mercenary, I was told where the proposed reward was by a tree called the Dragon Crown Tree (Road Crown).

There were rumors that the fountain, which Dylan, the elder in Laratoia, would break every curse, and he told me that the fountain might also have an effect on this systemic skeletonized body of his own.

When I feel Arian next door move slightly and shift my gaze to you, I see her with what a complicated face she looks like.

I tried to say something to her like that, but it was Arian who opened his mouth first.

"Well... Ark helped me a lot with this one."

Big shoulders down and exhaled, Arian laughs slightly down her brow butt.

"If you could just tell me where it is, would I be all right alone?

I know it's somewhat of a shame to break up with her here, but I'm not going to bother asking for directions to the fountain until I get annoyed.

That's what I suggested, but Arian lightly dismissed that suggestion of his own.

"If you leave the arc of directional tone-deafness alone, you don't know where you're going, do you?

He sees such a painful word with a slightly dazed eye.

Grenis went there and hit his hand to break in, turning a full grin.

"It's settled! It is possible that there is also a Dragon King (Dragon Road) near the Dragon Crown Tree (Road Crown), so if you are in the Elf then there will be room to negotiate. It's a pretty special place, and it's dangerous on the road, so go for it, all right?

Having said that, I hear that some of you have been such a terrible person before..., and I ask you the most important thing as you go back to thinking that you were off the sidelines.

"And where is that place?

"The place is north of Laratoia, beyond the Wind Dragon Mountains, between the Ice Dragon Mountains."

And when Grenis explained so much to his question, Chiyome, who had been static all along without joining the conversation until now, stood up from the chair with momentum and stared at her, changing her face, usually not much different.

"Lord Grenis! Do you know the way to the land there!?

Pushed by the momentum, Grenis slightly turned her back and responded with the overwhelming acceptance of her question.

"Yeah, yeah. The Wind Dragon Mountains are literally difficult to cross because they are home to many wind dragons and the altitude is rugged, but there is a wide ground crack where the Fire Dragon Mountains and Wind Dragon Mountains meet in a northwesterly position. There's a way out of that cave and through the mountains."

"There! Will you let me go there too!?

Chiyome asks as he alternates between Grenis and himself, and with a prayerful aptitude as he holds his hands in front of his chest.

Arian, confused as well, had a slightly strange face pointed at her.

Surprised at how Chiyome is doing like that, I'll ask her the questions that everyone would think on this occasion.

"Is there something in the land?

"Yes. You said in Casec that you had a request you wanted Lord Ark to make, didn't you?

I answered the question with my own consent. But I think she said she was looking for it in the city of Casec to ask herself.

"Actually, what I wanted to ask for was to explore its path to the land sandwiched between the Wind Dragon Mountains and the Ice Dragon Mountains... There was once a safe house for the first Hanzoo, but I was going to ask him to look for it in Lord Ark's metastasis."

Grenis looks intrigued and listens to Chiyome's explanation.

Arian said, his eyes were asking him what he would do by throwing his gaze at this side.

Apparently, the journey is going to last for a while in this threesome - and even with that in mind, I felt my heart bounce that it was going to be a little fun inside.

I glanced at the tea in the cup placed in front of me in an attempt to exhale so that I could not understand the inside of it, and I finally realized that I had remained in my helmet.

At the time I put my helmet at the side of the table and tried to have some tea - Chiyome, who was sitting side by side pinching Arian, jumped up in amazement.

"Immortal (undead)!!?"

Ahh, speaking of which, you hadn't told her about this body yet...

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Near the streets stretching southeast from the King Orav of Rhoden, the middle ground with Hoban, one of the major impingements of the trading route with the Grand Duchy of Limburt.

Many tents stood there now, and about three thousand soldiers were in preparation for the camp.

In the tent, which is more international and splendid than its surroundings, the first prince of this country, Sect Rondall Carlon Rhoden Sadier, sat in a fine chair that seemed like this was not the middle of the plain and watched the story of the relative flush with careless eyes.

A tall, bright brown haired face and a section dressed in luxurious military uniforms listens to the achievements and damage of the Horned Wolf crusade, which had been garrisoned near the streets where the opposing generals came to report, and waves back to Eagle Deep.

A man came into the tent to be replaced there.

The brown hair, mustache and large body appearance in military uniform are all military and other flavors, and there is also a strict atmosphere with the appearance of oligarchy without much to talk about.

He is one of the generals who leads this army, named Cetrion do Orsterio.

He was also the man of the Grand General, Maldoira do Orsterio, who was once in the position of summing up the three generals of the King's Army, but also the man who put his father in his own hands, multiplied by the confusion of the King's capital.

When General Cetrion quietly approached Prince Sect and knelt, he had demanded payment for his surroundings with his gaze.

Prince Sect, who opposed him, also instructed him to back around in a way he was used to it, and then opened his mouth in anticipation of where only two people had been in the big tent.

"Is that a fire?

In response to Prince Sect's brief inquiry, General Setrion quietly consented before turning a blind eye to his surroundings.

We just received word from Lord Tiocella that we could not find the bodies of His Highness Juliana from the troops who went to retrieve them.

To the words, Prince Sect, who was relative, peeled his eyes and disputed.

"Stupid!? Kaex reported that he did get the artifact!? Didn't the warcraft out in the woods devour it, even though it hasn't been long since!?

He refers to Caex as one of the Seven Dukes who participated in the assassination of Prince Sect's devised Second Princess,

It was the name of a man named Caex Collaio do Brutios, a man of the Duke of Brutios family.

Caex brought home Yuliana's artifacts himself and came to report the success of the incident.

I wonder if there was a falsehood in it, and I look back at the other General Setrion with an incredible face.

"There were indeed traces of devoured by warcraft, etc., but he was able to confirm the bodies of several persons, such as escorts and thieves, but that the carriage in which His Highness Juliana at the heart was riding had disappeared..."

While lurking his voice, General Cetrion lowered his eyes slightly, telling the Lord what reports he had just learned with an extremely calm attitude and a firm tone.

Prince Sect bites his teeth, distracted from the man who performs his duties, even though he remembers his frustration with that attitude.

"Skip the news to the King's Capital and ask Kaex again! And tell Lord Tiocella to call back and let him search the area again! If Juliana were alive, she'd be in trouble..."

With that life, General Cetrion replies in a petty manner and quietly leaves the tent.

Watching it, Prince Sect put his thoughts on the position he was in and struck down the elbow of the chair in frustration.

"We must rule Hoban's civil unrest and return to the King's capital as soon as possible..., depending on the matter, my neck will now be tightened"

Zero to that word, he stares at the direction of the city of Hoban at the end of the tent.

This civil unrest is also due to the consequences of my supplying and inciting money and weapons. Confusion will soon heal both in the now confused realm and as soon as the King's Army sets out to show that he, the prince, will calm himself.

Prince Sect, who leaked his words as he told himself, stared at the eastern land.

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Holy Leblanc Empire, which unites many of the eastern lands of the northern continent. Casec, a city placed near its southernmost border.

It bears the top of the Siana Mountains in the northwest, with deep forests on the west as if to divide the border with the Great Leblanc Empire.

Located on the border with two countries, the Kingdom of Rhoden to the south and the Great Empire of Leblanc to the west, such a city was surrounded by a high city wall formed in planar and straight lines with a rather rugged construction, which presented itself as if it were a fortress.

On the western side of the city was a simple military garrison.

A painting of that garrison, lined with tall round-tailed piles as exterior walls, one man sat on his back in one of the rooms where the quarters were located.

Although the interior was simple, it was decorated to maintain some physical appearance. It was the seat of those who presided over this garrison that lay before it, heavily raised behind the flag of the Holy Leblanc Empire.

One man knocked in that room and came in in in a tight motion.

"Are you calling, Lieutenant Colonel?

The man, with his forged body and wild eyes, asked the commander who would keep this garrison, sitting at the large desk in front of him, in salute.

Its commander, who wears the rank of lieutenant colonel, returned the courtesy and then placed one crate on the table in front of him, pushing it in front of the man.

"Major, this is the magic tool that will be essential to this operation."

The man, called Major, rightly dwelt in that commander's answer.

"Excuse me!

With that said, when the major receives the crate, he carefully opens the lid of that box and peeks inside. But when he saw its contents, the Major frowned and took it out and showed it.

That was an indescribable substitute.

The clear crystal sphere has a smoothly polished surface that emits a beautiful glow, allowing you to see through it and peek into the commander's face sitting across the street. But what a grotesque thing to do in the center of that crystal sphere, the eyeballs with the emerald iris were trapped as if they were floating in the universe.

"When you point the eyeballs inside in the direction of progress, they say it's a magic prop that lets you know the intensity of the magic vegetables (mana) ahead. It's a substitute developed by the magic court, and if the magic vegetables (mana) are thick, the crystals can become dark and cloudy."

Listening to the commander's explanation, the Major turned to the creepy crystal sphere in his hand.

"So what if we had this?

"Well, I heard that the woods to the west are relatively safe to cross."

With that said, the commander glances over his shoulder, shows him his seat and walks to the window, from where he looks to the woods that extend west.

The Major with the crystal sphere in his hand also leaked a little laughter in the Commander's words.

Because he also found the Commander, Lieutenant Colonel, half-heartedly suspicious of this creepy magic apparatus that the Magic Court had stabbed.

Listening to his laughter on his back like that, the lieutenant colonel looks down at the garrison he can see through the window.

"But, well, it's also the guys at the magic court who created this sight. We're here to make this operation a success."

That said, the lieutenant colonel put his gaze back on the major who was standing behind him.

"Ha, then I'll go and come!

When the crystal sphere was returned to the crate and held beside it, the Major followed the commander's room with it when he saluted again.

The central square of the garrison, where you can see the many soldiers now standing alongside the delay. And behind it was the appearance of an orga lined up as neatly as if to follow it.

He carries a large metal battle axe over two metres in height, and his neck is fitted with an iron shackle that glows dull. Even Minotaur, a small group of warcraft but with a bull-headed figure of about three meters in length, looked like a Minotaur.

In that creepy landscape where the Warcraft refrains behind the soldiers without any roaring or anything else, he raised a loud whining roar so that the trees of the western forest spreading behind him were stirred by a sudden gust of wind.