Skeleton Knight, in Another World

"Well, for now, four days on the ocean."

So I put my bags down beside the bed, which was addressed to me as my own territory, and I sat down on the bed.

Seeing this way, Ponta quickly rode on her knees and shook her cotton wool tail wide and rang.

Apparently, they want “grilled chicken”.

"You just left, didn't you? This will be a little later. Why don't we just go for a little walk with each other?

"Ki-yu......, Ki-yu!

Suggesting an adventure on board in response to Ponta's urging, he drooped his cotton wool tail once and looked sorry for him, but immediately raised his head and replied energetically.

So goodness kept hurrying, and when he grabbed Ponta's roots and tried to get behind the cabin, Arian had drawn attention to this one from behind.

"Ark, be sure to check when entering the cabin!? Absolutely!?

"I know I don't have to push it."

Slightly hammering Ms Arian's allegations, myself and Ponta went out into the hallway on board again.

"Phew, in terms of living under the same roof, that's not the same in La Latoia."

I go down the hallway, tilting my neck at Arian's condition of a maiden reaction that I don't normally show.

Besides, at this time, I don't think anyone would be like waking up a lucky sketch like a comic book to reality, but isn't that a failure until about elementary school?

Go up to the deck of the ship, thinking that there is no such benefit.

Already the harbor was moving backwards and the ship had slipped all the way west to the Great Sea Plains.

"Ki-yun! Kiyun!"

As the rushing ponta climbed to the beam on the side of the ship, his eyes narrowed to comfort as he let his whole grassy hairline sweep into the tide.

Watching such a ponta, my voice accidentally hung from behind.

"Is it true that you went inside Laratoia?

In words hung without any context or foreshadow, I looked back and there stood one Elf warrior who looked familiar.

Long time no see, Lord Danka.

"Ki-yun!

I have nothing to say to myself and Ponta, and Danka just shuts up and looks at him.

"Hmm, I think I've already heard the story. Indeed, I was recommended by Lord Dylan, and now I am given the name of Laratoia."

When I said that and returned it, Dunca slightly jumped up that one-eyebrow.

"You used to call yourself a human race. But from what I've heard, you've been welcomed by the elders inside today as a new Elf compatriot. What's this all about?

Speaking of which, when you explained it before, you described yourself as a human race.

But at that point, I'm not going to be lying, and who could have expected the skeletal body to be the same Dark Elf tribe as the game when it returned to its original flesh?

"At that time, I thought of myself as a truly human race, that's all. I just lost a little memory and didn't know who I was."

To his own words, Dunca has turned a deep, frigid gaze between his eyebrows.

"Don't be silly. It would be obvious if you saw it even if you lost your memory of your own species. What the hell are you hiding, say it"

Swordswallowing signs seep into Dunca's questioning.

With regard to his special appearance, Dylan said that it was still too early to be known about the whole thing, and that he would seek gradual recognition and understanding of himself from inside Laratoia first, so he was also told not to reveal himself cheaply in the future.

When I saw my skeleton, I nursed it to show that it was not an immortal (undead), and after that, it was Arian and his surroundings who were treating me as a single “person", but I somehow recently felt that this was not the reaction of the entire Elf tribe.

Even the same elves live separately, and there is a pattern that doesn't feel comfortable with each other.

In my first impression, I thought the Elves were entangled because they were a minority, but maybe they weren't very different from the people there, they made me realize that.

He was once one of the rescuers of the Elves caught with Arian, but now he looks to this side with the color of vigilance in his emerald eyes.

As one of the warriors who defends the inside, he is alert to himself whose abilities and identity are unclear.

But it's not like I didn't envisage a situation like this.

"I am under a slightly special curse… I am far from what others look like. Ask Dylan, the elder in my house, because he's stopped me now."

I look at Danka in front of me with words of correspondence that I have decided to have with Dylan.

Ponta, who was watching this side of the interaction, jumped from the edge of the side to his shoulder and swayed wasabi to block himself and Dunca's gaze with the tail of cotton wool to get in the way.

"Here, Ponta. I can't see before."

"Ki-yun!

Ponta wrapped around the other neck on the spot when he complained because he stubbornly waved his tail in front of him, trying to ease the tense air in the field.

Dunca, who watched that happen, turns her heel back and turns her back when she slightly distorts her mouth.

"... don't imitate her to betray her trust, Ark"

That's all Dunca said and went back onboard.

She's probably talking about Arian.

Regardless of who he is, if he has stabbed the nail on this side by recognizing Arian as one of us, then he doesn't have to be pessimistic about the relationship for now.

Again, the gaze that was dropping Dunca off her back, she exhaled relief by returning her ship to a sprawling sea plain ahead of her.

For a while I left myself to the tidal breeze blowing into the vast ocean plains as I toured the sailors' work on deck, but I was just getting tired of seeing only the sea all around me.

When you make a big stretch, the ponta above your head does the same stretch and scratches the back of your ear with your hind legs.

"It's time to return to the ship."

"Ki-yun!

When I make a suggestion to go back to the cabin, Ponta rings as if she agrees with it.

So I went back to the cabin at the stern, and I opened the door-- yes, without getting confirmation.

Inside the room was Arian, who took off his usual leather armor and threw his legs out on the bed in his coat of arms to indulge, and Chiyome, who was dressed in a ninja outfit, removed his gear and exposed his torso.

Chiyome also looked like underwear at first glance, but apparently a skin outfit to wear under his outfit.

And after the silence that seemed to have stopped the moment the door opened, he rushed past the pillow Arian had thrown silently at him with a closed door.

But then he becomes the feather of being told a sermon in the name of a novel from Arian.

─ ─ I completely forgot all the precautions when entering the room because of my interaction with Danka.

It's not that there was anything particularly lucky about it, it's just that Arian blamed me for the usual distractions.

I have a feeling that I have made it soft since the first day I left the ship, but I can't help it.

Let's just say you're worried about preventing recurrence for another four days and making it a big deal for a while.

The day ended safely with nothing else to highlight.