Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The next day, early morning still blues at night in the sky.

At the foot of the mountain overlooking from the inside near the top of the mountain, the white morning mist swayed (boiled) as if it were a cloudy sea, and the mountains of Calcutto (or so-so) had fantastic landscapes like a group of isolated islands floating in the sea.

In the square in front of the dwelling of Hanzo, the chief of the Blade Heart clan, there were several tenacious mountain folk gathered in rugged gear, even this early morning, and there were numerous other inner people watching over this one in such a remote position as to surround it.

The most central part of that group is myself, solidified with full body armor, and on the head helmet is Ponta, who is still stretching and washing his face with his forelegs.

Next to it, in a slightly colder morning mountain breeze, Ariane, who was engulfing her long, white, beautiful hair, adjusted the position of the leather armor chest, and Chiyome stood quietly on the spot dressed in her usual ninja outfit.

Some of the groups gathered in the square looked like Gouro, the leader of the inner circle, who met yesterday, and Pitta, the warrior leader.

Last night I gave Hanzoo, Gouro, etc. a long explanation about my body, and Ponta, paralyzed along the way, raised her protest and it was finally dinner.

The ingredients in the pan were a soothing pan with warcraft meat and dough made of flour in the mountain vegetables picked in the mountains of Calcutto, which tasted somewhat habitual but quite delicious.

However, the flavour was quite simple: salt was the only flavour for the flavour of mountain vegetables and meat, so I wanted a little more variation on the flavour.

Later, I asked Chiyome, because wheat is valuable in the inner realm, the ingredients in yesterday's pan were quite exciting customer specifications.

From the exterior of the interior it seemed to live quite well, but food conditions and so on still seem to be tough.

Hopefully, the land we're headed to will be a place of peace for them.

With that in mind, I look at the group gathered in the square.

Soon a woman of a large stature similar to him stood beside Gouro, the chief of the reed, dressed as prestigious with a huge battle axe on her shoulder, exchanging words with Gouro.

He is slightly less tall than Gouro, but still about two meters and fifty. He has red tea shortcut hair with round ears at the top of his head and red dyed leather armor covering his barbecued wheat skin on the day.

Based on her physique and ear shape, I guess she's the same Bear tribe as Gouro.

You noticed the gaze on this side, and when Gouro, the inner head bowed his head and came closer, she also followed it and walked over with a big strand.

"Lord Ark, please do me a favor today. I'll introduce you to Pitta's auxiliary daughter, Lowes."

In a slightly quiet way of speaking, Gouro has introduced a large woman who came with him behind that she was his daughter, doing her gaze behind him.

That big woman, called Lowes, gently bows her head to this side and offers her hand.

"My name is Lowe's. This time my father told me to leave Pitta's old man's assistant to me. We'll take care of the people inside for a while, Mr. Ark."

"Lord Lowes? Um, it's a pleasure to meet you."

When she took a big, successful hand and shook hands that she didn't think were Lowes' women, she showed her white teeth and smiled happily.

Though I consider my physique to be a fairly large category, there are many possessors of physique that exceed it in this world.

There is no way that people would be afraid of a race with such stature, such as the Bears.

That sentiment comes to mind when I look at her that maybe the gulf between the races in this world is bigger than I think.

When I was thinking about it, I was accidentally called from a hanzoo who showed signs from behind.

"Lord Ark, on the road beyond this, they will be taken care of. Please, please."

Looking back and turning his gaze toward Hanzoo, behind him, with a smile like a favorite, was an alignment of the groups that had gathered in the square since earlier.

Next to the Hanzoo, Pitta, a Raptor clan who met her face last night, puts two songknife-like objects on her waist in a harsh, black-light leather armor, and she turns an unattractive grin towards this side of her eyes.

"... kiuuuuuuuuu"

You sensed the sign sensitively, or you felt the ponta lying asleep on top of your head slightly retreating over your helmet, stroking your chin tip to forgive it.

Thank you. I don't seem to really like Pitta.

The number of people in this advance party is 10, including myself and Arian, and Chiyome, Pitta, who is the warrior leader and captain of this advance party, Lowe's, assistant and daughter of the inner captain, Goemon, one of the six ninjas as well as Chiyome, and then there are four warriors inside.

It is quite small for an advance party to go to an undeveloped location, but this time the rapid arrival at the destination must also be discouraged from becoming too large if the transfer is also taken into account.

I can tell you it's just a handful of elite troops for that.

"Got it. Then quickly fly to the foothills with company tracks. Everybody gather around me."

Speaking to the members of the surrounding advance party as they nodded at the hanzoo, they gathered around with a lot of luggage, etc.

Everyone gathers around themselves, making sure that those inside gathered to drop them off fall back slightly before turning their gaze toward the Hanzoo.

"Waiting for good news"

He nodded in response to that word of Hanzoo and activated the metastatic magic for long distances.

"Then I'm coming. [Transfer Gate]!"

When a large magic formation, painted in blue and white light, unfolds at the feet of the squares where the advance party gathers, the scenery in front of you dims in an instant and switches to a completely different landscape in the next moment.

The members of the advance party who were around had raised their admiration and consternation at the sudden change in the scenery they had just become accustomed to.

The transferred location is just at the foot of the birdhouse, and if you shake the mountain skin at the end of the birdhouse, the crown of the dragon crown tree (Road Crown) at the top can still be seen greatly from here.

"Hmm, you smell a little different from the mountain forest in Calcutto..."

While Pitta, who is captain of the advance party, listens around with one of those long ears, she mouths that sentiment by letting her nose hit several times to smell the smell.

"I heard you talking, but it's a strange feeling to move somewhere else in an instant, damn it."

Lowes remained in charge of the huge battle axe, and as he turned his gaze to the surrounding scenery and whined to himself, he pinned his triangular ear next to that girlfriend and gently poked his head behind the back of one man who was busily looking around the surrounding scenery.

"Ouch!? What is it?!?

"It's not what it is, Ginford. Don't look anxious about the warrior habit of being chosen as an advance party. That cotton-haired fox over there is better."

"Kiyun?

That's what Lowes said. Laughing at the young warrior known as Ginn, he shifted his gaze to Ponta, who was cleverly using his hind legs over the other head to scratch the back of his ear.

The warrior of the man, called Ginfang by Lowes, is about ninety years tall, and he is not as luxurious as a young man, but he is made fun of by Lowes, who is one size out of his head, and he has an atmosphere like a sister and brother.

From the shape of Gin's tail and ears, I guess he's a dog or a werewolf beast.

The way he's drooling his tail and ears next to Lowes also looks like a dog whose owner, his husband, notices him somewhere.

"This is an unknown land for Nong et al., don't get too distracted. Check our luggage again."

Watching those two interact, Pitta turned her gaze toward the nearby Oki, its top, as she drew attention to everyone around her.

Then, as if to signal it, at some point the chiyome that was up on the tree appeared without sound, kicking the branches of the tree and landing on the ground as if to run down at once.

"Dear Chiyome, what about those in the direction?

"Confirmed. Straight to the east, approximately three days away."

In response to Pitta's brief confirmation words, Chiyome answered the question while indicating the direction of the forest.

Apparently, he was checking the direction of his destination on the tree.

He nods at the answer and turns to the ready advance party.

"The future of Nonari is hanging this time, we're going to keep our heads tight!

"Oops!!

At the origin of that decree of Pitta, other warriors, including Lowes and Ginn, also shook up the weapons they had bravely and in a voice to put their temper to themselves.

To signal it, the advance party, led by Pitta, enters the back of the forest, which stretches out in front of Chiyome in the direction indicated by him.

Then he and Arian will follow their backs, and they will follow behind them, as Chiyome and Goemon will follow their lords.

From here on out, it looks like another survival march in the woods.

Unlike ordinary people, however, all the races the constituent members have lived in the woods and mountains, so they go through the woods at a rate that is not normally conceivable.

Further, the speed at which one moves in a day would be unthinkable if one's transfer magic were also used for the journey in the open places and so on.

In addition, they smell signs and smells of warcraft and other odors quickly, so there is not much to encounter with warcraft that is relatively safe and threatening on the road, and the day ended safely.

It will be at dusk, and the steps of the camp in the woods, and each goes into its preparation.

Unload the baggage that everyone was in charge of next to the Oki tree in a slightly open location and move along their respective shared roles, such as eating, watching, and setting up tent-like items.

Myself and Arian are companions, so I treated them as customers.

I could be stopped by Pitta when I tried to help something, so I had no choice but to mow the surrounding weeds with my "Sword of St. Thunder (Karadborg)" and was inadvertently voiced from behind as I worked silently to maintain a comfortable campsite.

"Hey, Ark, dinner's ready. What are you doing..."

Looking back, Ariane stood with her hands on her hips, smiling for some reason.

"Um, I was going to tidy up the camp... That's something I'm pretty obsessed with doing."

With that said, he looked around the area, where the grass was beautifully mowed and became like a square, and nodded with mysterious satisfaction at the view.

"We're just staying here for one night, so you don't have to be so tidy, do you?

I know a hundred of them, but this kind of work can't be stopped inside if you put it in.

"I didn't have anything to do... It's gonna be a little more comfortable, okay?

"Yeah, but you're basically using the wrong sword, Ark."

Rendezvous with the others who were in their seats for dinner, listening to Arian's such novels.

This dinner seemed to be like a simple boiled preserved meal, scratching it into my stomach quickly, except for those on watch.

When I take off my imitation helmet and get to my dinner seat myself, their gaze simultaneously turns this way.

Though it was once told to the members of the advance party, I guess it doesn't translate to what I see with my own eyes. He stares at the person who exposes his skeletal face with rare and uncomfortable eyes.

If you get a very serious peek into your face, even the faceless look on your skeleton is going to light up.

"My hands are stopping. Eat up and get back to your quarters, fool."

You distracted them there, and when Pitta flew reprimands to the warriors around them, they moved their hands, which had stopped in a hurry, to resume the meal.

The same goes for the Elves, but there is something somewhat emotional about the Beasts considering that they also have better sensory organs than people, and even if they look like such strange skeletons because of it, they have some reason to deal with them.

I thanked Pitta and put my mouth on a meal where my share was roughly divided.

This migration plan, which I received at the request of Chiyome, was accompanied by a soft, boiled dried meat that I thought would come to an end after this.

Although the appearance of the skeleton could have been temporarily lifted, the recovered flesh belonged to the Elves - it would have been more convenient to belong in the Elves than simply to live in the city of the People.

It feels like a bat with people inside and elves outside, not a bird, not a beast.

If the status quo is too half-way between people, it could be like a bat in an Isop story.

It would be a good idea to secure a place around here that looks like your own standing.

I sipped the juice thinking of the faces of Dylan, the elder of Laratoia, and Arian's mother, Grenis, and concluded so that I would have to talk to them once and for all.

"... just don't bother to dive into a cave like a bat and start working only at night"

So alone, Arian, who was lenient while combing Ponta's wool next door, moves his pointed ear slightly towards this side, tilting his neck to ask something with his gaze.

Besides, I shook my head quietly in the wind that I was nothing and looked up at the full starry sky cut by the shadows of the woods trees.

This starry sky, which has no starved air, has a sea of stardust that falls exactly like zero.

It's something that I don't know much about constellations, but still remembers strange emotions when I look at the starry sky where I don't see a single constellation I remember.

However, because of my previous personality, I have no deep worries about whether my thoughts are positive, simple, or because of my skeletal body. Fortunately, I realize that I am satisfied to have a companion who can talk to a warm meal in a world like this.

A glimmer of light through the sea of stars blinks away as he draws an arc.

If I may, I prayed in my heart to the flowing star that tomorrow would be a good day.