Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Holy Leblanc Empire, dominating the eastern part of the North Continent.

Its central city, the imperial city of Haveren, was equipped with several large streets to reach various parts of its vast national territory, and that was the basis for supporting a vast empire.

One of the streets that supported such an empire, a frivolous group of stretches to the southwest.

The number of leading horseback rides is small, but the infantry lined up behind them is neatly lined up, and furthermore many horses carrying luggage can be seen at the rear.

Its sight was spectacular, too, as they all proceeded in a long line over the streets in an armed manner.

A four-headed luxurious boxcarriage progresses near the center of the group in such a way that soldiers are protected.

Its place of black paint adorned with luxurious decorations bears the crest of the Valletia Ferbe family, the royal family of the Holy Leblanc Empire.

But in that luxurious carriage there are only two samurai who usually serve the emperor, and there is no royal figure at the heart.

Moving far forward from the center where such an empty carriage proceeded, a horseback riding squad across a splendid saddle of thirty rides appeared to go down the street.

Among them was a man who crossed over into a splendid black furry horse and held his reins.

Reddish hair on a clear and conspicuous nose is slightly habitual hair, a young man wearing somewhat less decorative military costumes than those in the horseback squad who line their tight bodies with surroundings.

His name is Domitianus Leblanc Valletiaferbe.

He was a young emperor who could unite this eastern power, the Holy Leblanc Empire.

A large, magnificent man advancing his horse by trying to line his shoulders next to such Domitianus looks a little troubled and ears to the young emperor next door.

"Your Majesty, may I? In the realm, if your majesty marches in his own hands, even a secret detective or ambush will target you, right?

I heard that. Domitianus laughed and gave it back.

"Like you said, this place is still in the realm. It's not that tingly. Besides, I don't know if you'd rather be mixed up in a soldier than in a box with your name tag down so big. Kukukuk."

"No, it's, um, what do you think"

The magnificent man stuffs his words in the words of the emperor and twists his neck thinking about the possibility.

Domitianus glanced over his shoulder at the man returning such a serious response.

"I'm bored in the carriage, guess what. Besides, maybe you guys are here for a while, right?

That being said, the emperor shows a pranky grin at a magnificent man.

"Ha! Of course, Your Majesty! We risked our lives together."

In contrast, the men thanked Domitianus, the emperor, on horseback, and slapped him in the leg with the emperor's horseback whip where he began to speak.

"Stop, stop. You gonna tell a secret detective where I am? Kukuku."

In response to the emperor's frightened laughter, the men bowed their heads slightly.

In order to change the subject that way, I did my gaze a little back and narrowed my eyes to a line that filled the streets.

"One army, is it 22,000 in reserve, it's spectacular..."

The emperor snorted with a thin grin at the man's voice.

"I will leave myself, and I will make the south of Tishen a sure thing in this battle. Grandpa West never comes out on the front with a root in his ass. I'll end his days."

To the word of the emperor, those around him agree.

But the magnificent man roared with a frown root.

"First General Keeling of the Southern Imperial Army will come out..."

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've been on the front line. I'll take the General's neck back to Vermouth, where he left a message in the Imperial Capital, for a souvenir."

To the words of such a man, Domitianus smiles invincibly and slaps the pattern of the sword down to his own hips.

What that trick means is that the eastern emperor would say to take over the general with his own hands.

While lowering his brow butt to that action of the young and brave emperor, the man opened his mouth by shifting his gaze into the western sky, which would be even more of a fierce battle to come.

"But when they join the other Imperial Army, they may be tough enough to say 20,000 soldiers to the boulders."

"Phew, the movement of this expedition is somewhat flushing to Aspania as well. They should take advantage of this to find out what's going on from behind. Then the West won't be able to move another Imperial Army for the time being."

That is what the emperor Domitianus said, gazing up at the far end of the street where the battle line was going.

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Hilkism, where many of the people living on the North Continent put their faith.

And those who are at the apex of such Hilkism, a country called the Hilk Nation ruled by the Pope, border the three countries around them: the Kingdom of Delfrent, the Kingdom of Northern and the Kingdom of Salma, and even the relations between the Great Empire of Leblanc and its neighbours, bordering the Beak Sea, an inland sea that has entered inland.

The heart of that Hilk faith was placed on the hemline of the Mountain with the Routios Mountains, another boundary with the Leblanc Great Empire, the Mithril deposit known as Mount Alsace in it.

A vast square, evened by the hands of men, is built in the middle of the mountain, in the form of a building surrounding it, like a huge corridor, and a white, majestic and immense cathedral that can be found in the front of that square.

That's Alsace Central Cathedral.

It was also the place where Pope Tanatos Silviwes Hilk, who holds the whole of Hilkism, would stay.

But only the extreme part can tread on the floor of the cathedral, the culmination of its faith.

The cathedral, colored with luxurious interiors as if to exalt power - and the room built behind the cathedral - also exhibited luxury and ruggedness.

The blow-out ceiling, which is more than three times the size of a normal house, the floor is laid with exquisite embroidered rugs, and all the furniture lined up on it is just an artistic dish by skilled craftsmen.

A huge round table was placed in the centre of such a room, where six extravagant statesmen, not inferior to the interior of this room, had reached their seats and exchanged stories.

"Anything was discussed by some hand by the Cardinal of Industria, who was collecting western imperial tadients placed on the southern continent, wasn't it?

The man who uttered that word was a man in his thirties or so with a gentle grin who neatly groomed his black hair with a hair conditioner and wore a luxurious and flashy coat over the coat worn by the clergy.

His name is Cardinal Pallumo Aueritia Liberalitas.

In this Hilk nation, he worships the Cardinal, who is second only to the Pope, and is allowed to name Libertarius in his name.

But he is not the only one who holds the seat of the Cardinal.

To his remarks, it is a man of quite good stature among these who snorted boringly.

He is about one hundred and ninety centimetres tall and has a beard in his neat blonde hair, making him think of the military rather than some clergyman as wearing a privileged physique in a luxurious coat.

But his face had a slightly obnoxious look, and there was a neighborhood under his eyes.

"Hmm...... The weakest of our seven Cardinals, such as Charos... It's nothing but the Cardinal's defilement, like being beaten up by someone who doesn't know where he is. In the first place, he was a man who wasn't willing to put you on something. If the seat of Industria is vacant, I would like to advise the Pope to take up a more competent one this time"

It was Cardinal Marcos Invidia Humanitas who uttered that word.

The only woman in this opens her mouth to laugh at such a man who bends her mouth to the letter to.

"Oh, you mean you were unhappy with the Pope's election? So you don't trust the Pope's eyes?

The woman looked chunky on her long, bright blonde hair, wrapped in open white clothes as if showing the other a big swinging chest the opposite of its atmosphere, and sat with her feet together to attract white, long legs from the hem of a skirt with a large slit.

And with a compelling grin on its mouth, she peeks into Cardinal Humanitas' shaky eyes.

"Wow, I didn't say anything in that sense, but the... the carelessness of Charos..."

In spite of his great stature, Cardinal Humanitas looked around in search of words and looked gratefully, and breathed out loudly when he saw that he could not confirm the figure of Pope Tanatos in his sight.

The gray-haired old man, who was listening to the interaction, spits out his words with a wrinkle between his eyebrows and meditating.

"Hmm, only those who can take the seat of our Cardinal have endured the blessings from beneath. I just arrived to pick one of the few candidates, and it wasn't a mistake from the one under my command. It would be proof to the left that some of them are not worthy of the status that they have been given here."

That old man, who said so and put his arms together, certainly counts fifty graciously if he says so in his years.

But even if he wore a luxurious coat, his neck to the bottom contained a body of muscles that had been forged enough to tell, and it had a physique that outweighed the great Cardinal Humanitas as well.

His name is Cardinal Augrent Eela Pacientier.

And to his statement like that, Cardinal Humanitas bites with his anger exposed.

"What!? You're telling me I don't deserve to be in this seat!?

"Nobody said anything about you. Does that mean you're aware of anything at all?

Cardinal Pacientia meditates on it and asks it back with a cool face.

"Why don't you stop there already? Let me tell you, all of you with muscles stuck in your head are similar. [M] I'm more interested in the silver knight who defeated Charos than that."

To tongue battle, or arguing between those two, I pinched my mouth so as to break it and go in, was a slim, elongated shaped man with black edge glasses hanging, shaving off all his hair and wrapping his coat of law looks like the most priestly of these six.

His name is Cardinal Bartodo Spelvia Humilitas.

He spoke about the person who defeated Charos in the matter, whilst twisting the blunt iron wheel he had placed at his disposal.

"Let me tell you something, you!

"Hmm!"

To the words of Cardinal Humilitas, the atmosphere of Cardinals Humanitas and Pacientia became daunting, and Cardinal Chastitas, who was watching it, strapped his shoulders and invited the topic in a different direction.

"By the way, what are you playing at earlier?

With a moisturized stream, Cardinal Humilitas raised his face in delight at the content of the question, without a wind that seemed to upset him, to her question in which all the tricks invited a man.

"Is this it? This is a substitute I made in the eastern empire, and it's called the Iron Ring of the Servant. It looks like some kind of warcraft is a possible alternative to manipulation."

To Cardinal Humilitas, who so says and joyfully explains, Cardinal Chastitas opened his mouth remembering where he is now infiltrating.

"With that said, Cardinal Humilitas is going to the magic court of the Holy Leblanc Empire."

"I'm good to be here, so I just want you to get together with the people who are in charge of the unsound side."

To the hammer of such a Cardinal Chastitus, Cardinal Humilitas gazes at the five cardinals lined up on the round table with his shoulders flanked with great jealousy.

Then his gaze stopped, and he glanced at one person.

"By the way, how long are you willing to eat?

If Cardinal Humilitas pushed up his slightly lowered glasses, he spoke to a small boy who cheeked up a meal arranged in the corner of the table without saying a word from earlier.

He was also one of the seven Cardinals allowed to sit at this round table, known as Cardinal Tismo Gula Temperantia.

But isn't he willing to answer the hung question, he restarted his meal once he tilted his neck.

To his condition, the other Cardinals sighed with their shoulders.

"You seem to be gathering..."

That's where I heard another low, calm voice in the room.

The Cardinals, who heard the voice, all six descend from their seats at the round table and kneel on the spot.

"You are in a good mood, Pope Tanatos"

As if he had not yet made himself feel any sign, he nodded lightly at the greetings of the six men and sat down in a chair set high behind the round table.

He has a decorative sceptre in his hand that shows the Pope's authority, and sleeves through something more international and extravagant than the coat of law worn by the Cardinals.

He wears on his head a large hat marked with the Holy Mark, allowed only by the Pope, but the face of the Pope beneath him was blocked by a plain cloth covering his entire face, and he could not see the face behind it.

It is Pope Tanatos Silviwes Hilk, the one who unites this Hilk nation, who sits calmly in front of the six Cardinals kneeling and drooling their heads.

Pope Tanatos slowly opened his mouth as he looked across the faces of everyone from behind that faceless faceless cloth.

"Everyone seems to have it all. As I'm sure you've already heard, Cardinal Charos of Industria, who sent us to the South, has been debated by someone."

So the Pope, once separated the words, turned his gaze to the faces that were in the room again.

"But you should be glad that he did a good job. The Tadient realm of the Western Empire is said to be devastating. I know it would have been interesting if it had gone to a little more devastation, but you shouldn't have asked him to go that far."

That's what I say. A small laugh occurs like rubbing from the back of a face cloth.

Besides, the other Cardinals circled their eyes and took a surprise face.

"Now the Empire War between East and West should lean a little further east. The work on Northern, Delfrent and Salma now under way could also be a little more serious. Everybody, please."

"I understand."

To the Pope's words, the Cardinals bowed their heads again and united their voices.

The pope, who nodded contentedly to it, gets out of the chair, turns his back straight and leaves the room behind.

The Pope's intimate laughter leaked from behind the surface cloth as only the sound of leaving the room and walking alone in the hallway sounded.

"... a big event has finally set in motion. Huhuhuhu."

To that voice, leaked by the Pope, the little bird, who remained by the hallway window, leaned his neck and rose to the sky as if nothing had happened, riding in the wind and flying through the mountain range sky.

But the sky of the Routios Mountains, which spreads ahead, was beginning to have dark, gray clouds.