Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Hilkism persecuting the Elves and Beasts with discriminatory doctrine.

And if the reason Sasquatch became an immortal (undead) was in a religious state spreading its teachings - the Hilk state - wouldn't those Necromancer soldiers have also been created by that diocese?

And we are witnessing another group of immortals (undead) who act with purpose.

A cave open in the dragon's cave that dived over the Wind Dragon Mountains, a heterogeneous monster like the fusion of man with a massive skeleton and four-armed spider encountered in a large cavity that was spreading deep beneath it.

They were also a group of immortals (undead) who were there for some purpose.

─ ─ Something big is happening that I don't know about, that's what I feel.

Or would it just be too much of a spin?

Where he was buried in his own thoughts, Arian gave himself a name to Chiyome for that offer.

"Me too! I'm coming with you!? I'm worried it's just Ark, and it's my friend's favor."

So I asked Ariane, with her big breasts, what I doubted.

"... With that said, I think Lord Arian was a warrior in the central forest capital of Maple, but is it okay to stay inside La Latoia all the time?

"!? Huh... the"

To her own such question, Arian slipped away from her gaze as she mumbled somewhat stuck in a response.

Then Glennis, with a full grin from the side, hugged Arian from behind and threw a meaningful gaze at him.

"Is that you, Alin? Didn't you tell him about it yet?

Ariane protests in some small way in her rhetoric that made it meaningful to say so.

Tilting their necks to such an interaction between the two of them,

"Alin, did you change your name recently because you changed the inside? Arc, it's just like you, isn't it in La Latoia?

To that word of Grennis, Arian silently pushes her.

It's not my fault that Arian's pointy eartip looks red somewhere.

"Well, now my lord Arian and I are from my hometown."

When I hung the words that made her have such inclusions, they took my sight off the sieve.

"... nothing, this is a move with the meaning of surveillance until you become part of the formal inside. Stop making weird assumptions."

It was Dylan, the elder, who saw and reacted to such interaction between the two.

"Is that it? Arc, does the fact that you're supposed to be named Laratoia mean that Grenis invited you?

"Um, not long ago, in a way more inviting than Lord Grenis. But the official approval came after Lord Dylan, the elder, returned."

When he took Dylan's confirmed gaze and shared his previous history and returned it that way, he grinned satisfactorily and nodded loudly.

"Well, that's good. Even for me, Ark, if you're going to come in here, there are times when you can help me out by trying to be more convenient. There will also be special physical fitness, so it would be convenient to have someone close to you who knows it."

That being said, he turns his gaze to Arian, his own daughter, and narrows his eyes.

Apparently now I can safely get myself in as a full member of La Latoia.

"Well, that's a little off the record, Chiyome, but why don't you join us on the southern coast of the kingdom of Salma if we're going for the Hilk nation at your request?

To Dylan's words of that offer, Grenis pinched his mouth with a slight lean neck.

"Us? Are you going out again?

I uttered an explanation to Grenis' words, who sounded slightly grumpy, as Dylan, who had been grinning, panicked.

"No, that's right, when I returned to Mori Capital, I heard there was a rescue request from inside the drant, and once I knew the elders over there, it was in the form of me responding to that request. Sometimes I couldn't refuse a direct request from the elders. Sorry."

Grenis sighed at Dylan, who lowered his brow butt and looked a little unreliable.

"Fine, no more. Because I will take the complaint to my father, who is a great elder."

Dylan dropped his shoulder powerless at the look of Glennis pointing his lips that way.

It was my daughter Arian who broke into such parents' interactions.

"What happened to the rescue request from inside the drant? I thought you weren't saying much of that over here in the air of independence?

Having just become a part of the Elves and not familiar with internal affairs and such, Dylan was frowning and making a difficult face as he listened silently to Arian's story.

"Actually, on my way back here, I heard a story from you, Chiyome, and I noticed that it was the Immortals (undead) who attacked the drant, and that sums up what I heard, it was like a spider and a human monster that you guys met in a cave of dragons..."

To his words, myself and Arian looked at each other.

"That was in the drant, too?

"In addition to about three, it looks like they had many other soldier-inspired immortals (undead) wearing armor. He showed up suddenly in the woods of Luann, causing a lot of damage. So I'm planning to leave tomorrow from the port of Landfriar, leading those who can treat the injured and others and fill the empty warrior seats."

Everyone uniformly made a surprise face at his words.

"Tomorrow is another rush. I know a little bit about healing magic, but should I help you?

That's what I say and look at Dylan, but he gently shook his head to the side and answered it.

"No, I appreciate the offer... I don't really want the rest of you inside the drant. Not only do people like you in the mountains have to look good, even the Dark Elves."

Dylan laughed powerlessly and then let her shoulder snap.

Apparently, even the same elves have different ways of thinking.

But if you think about it, that's very obvious, and it would be difficult to say that I was welcomed into Laratoia because of Ariane's understanding and her handover, her father, Elder Dylan, and because of the shallow sun, I was still accepted and accepted only within this room.

And there's still something that bothers me.

"Considering the Luan Forest and the fact that it departs from the port of Landfriar, can we consider this one to be a request for rescue from the elves outside the Canadian Forest?

"Ark, you're right, the Luan Forest in the drant is west of here, facing the South Central Sea, and it's an independent place from this great Canadian forest."

"I thought the Elves had been led by the example's first chief and almost moved to this great Canadian forest, but they didn't."

When he divulged such a thing while listening to Dylan's answer, Arian, standing beside him and listening, shook his head (covering) and opened his mouth so that he could hold Cricket Valley (temples).

"There's a clan living in the drant that didn't respond to the first generation. The habit seems to be the same as the old Elves thought when they lived scattered all over the continent. They used to be a militant clan."

That makes me grumpy about my shoulder.

Apparently Arian doesn't feel very comfortable inside the drant.

"But even though the militant clan is a mighty enemy, is it really that spiderman we confronted who would be so harmed that those three spider-haters would request rescue elsewhere?

That spiderman is certainly an extra amazing monster in the hands of the ordinary man, but I thought that much about Arian, who was a warrior in the forest capital Maple, the heart of the Canadian Great Forest, and two powerful ninja groups, the Blade Heart clan, the Chiyome of one of the six ninjas, could handle it - and twisted his head.

─ No, in this case it's the two of us, so you could deal with it.

Dylan just smiles like trouble at his own question like that and doesn't say the answer.

But it was Grenis who opened his mouth next to it.

"militants are a long time ago. There aren't that many people in there in the first place, so the quality of the warriors is higher on this one with the number. Besides, they don't put women in warriors over there, just because it's a code violation... The Dark Elves are tough to hit."

That's what I'm saying. I'm hammering Glennis to pointy his mouth, and Ariane is hammering him to synchronize.

Parent-child, the impression inside the drant doesn't seem very good.

Indeed, the number of people is important in maintaining quality. Besides, not having a woman as a warrior results in narrowing the options even further.

Prohibiting the recruitment of warriors, a seemingly dangerous position for women, can also be taken as a preference, but it would be an extra code from someone with the strength to lose a man's face, like Grenis and Arian.

Besides, I can't decide for myself if that's really a preference because I don't know what's inside the drant.

"As I heard, I also heard that the Elves' magic props in there are not as good as these."

There. Now Chiyome brought up rumors inside the drant to join the story.

"Well..."

"... it"

"Hey?"

Ariane, Dylan, and Grenis look at each other to talk about such chiyome and respond somewhat badly toothed and ambiguous.

Apparently, there is some reason for this when it comes to magic props. This is probably one of the reasons for the high total number of elves living in the Canadian Great Forest, but as far as their reaction is concerned, that's not all?

─ ─ KIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….

With that in mind, something sounded like a lovely stomach from somewhere, and everyone wandered their gaze around simultaneously.

Arian thought his own stomach rattled, slightly letting Zhu climb up his cheek and hold his own.

"Kee-yu......"

But Ponta, who was at Arian's feet, shook his cotton-haired tail powerlessly, and fluttered over and sounded.

Apparently the lord of the sound of the belly worm was Ponta.

"You've been talking a little too much, apparently. All you have to do is cook the meat you were soaking, so suppose you make a quick lunch? We should talk there again."

That said, the chicken that had been soaked in the soy sauce preparation was removed and transferred to the dish.

Then everyone who was watching it nodded to show their consent and started doing their jobs the time to lunch.

The broiled teriyaki hanging from the mansion feels indescribable, with its unique fragrant aroma of soy sauce filling the mansion by being broiled with marinated sauce.

At his feet, Ponta painted a tight circle of urchin, and from time to time he bit into his leg and stretched his neck to look inside.

The soy sauce was prepared, but the smell of soy sauce became more apparent due to the fire.

This made me look forward to eating the Teriyaki that I could, and I couldn't contain the distortion in my mouth while staring into the midst of one person.

I'm a skeletal body and I don't have a stomach, but I think it's time for my stomach to start screaming on an empty stomach.