Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Soulia, King of Northern kings capital.

Already two days after suddenly the king's capital was besieged by a group of unidentified immortals (undead) who appeared around the king's capital.

With tens of thousands of immortal legions attacking intermittently, the kingdom's army managed to outnumber them using a small number of troops but a robust city wall.

The wrath of the soldiers who guard the kingdom and the hustle and bustle of aliens and spider fusions clamping across the walls - but that's as far away as the central royal castle is, as far as the wind gets to your ears from time to time.

The royal castle, far from the walls that turned it into such a battlefield, had a robust appearance of martial bones around it as if to tell the story of the land's long history of conflict.

But even if it is such a solid castle, a room welcoming you, etc. demonstrates the prestige of the country. It is normal that its interior is brilliant and luxurious.

One of those rooms, which now welcomes guests from other countries, is by no means inferior to another.

On the face-to-face sofa placed in that one room, the two figures sat back facing each other.

One is a strictly seemingly magnificent man, and although the clothes he wears do not appear flashy at first glance, he can tell from his polite work that he is a fairly valuable substitute.

It is also the king Asparf Northern Soulia, the supreme power of this country, who sleeves through his clothes.

He usually treats himself around in a dignified manner as the king of a nation, but in front of him who now sits in front of him and mouths his tea with a modus operandi, he spoke to him in a tone that suppressed it and appeared somewhat poorly.

"So Sir Pallumo was left in this land of his own free will?

To the question of King Asparf, the relative man nods slowly between them and shows them.

The figure slept through something more luxurious than the coat worn by the Hilkist clergyman, taking his mouth off the tea he had been drinking and smiling softly.

The look of the brunette stroking her hair neatly with a hair conditioner also looks slightly nervous.

Seven cardinals of the highest ranking, with the exception of the pope, the culmination of the Hilk nation, neighbour of the Kingdom of Northern.

One of them, Cardinal Pallumo Aueritia Liberalitas, answered the King's question with a seemingly good grin.

"When I preach my faith in God, I turn my back on tens of thousands of immortals (undead) and run away - then my faith is only in doubt - to buy distrust from the faithful who live here. Then this king's capital will be thrown into chaos by a distracted people."

That much said. Once he exhaled loudly, Pallumo turned his serious eyes to the relative king.

"God look at what people do. This is also God's test, and people must come together to challenge this. And before we get over it, this country will have a great blessing."

To Pallumo, who took a quiet prayer modus operandi, the king returns a vague nod.

"... it is true that this national disaster, which sprang from the descent, will at least deepen ties with those who are now in this king's capital if we survive... But it's only through that that..."

That being said, the king turned his gaze to the indoor window and narrowed his gaze so that he could see what was invisible beyond.

"How many reinforcements can our sons bring as messengers, can we stand within this wall for a few days - is the test of God difficult for us..."

A cloudy gaze is poured on the king, who combines his fingers to drool his neck powerlessly.

Before the king lay down his gaze, the colour of joy was leaking from behind Pallmo's eyes.

But the only thing that shows at the end of the lowered gaze is your own face on the polished table.

"I think of the people. Its willingness, God never overlooks. That is why I believe it is God's guidance that I am doing this here and now."

The king raised his gaze and opened his eyes to the words of Pallumo, who lay low.

"... well, that's..."

Cardinal Pallumo Aueritia Liberalitas grinned in a flamboyant manner towards the king who clogged his words.

"Being a man of God, we are no different from being a man, just like the people of this country. There is nothing wrong with our doctrine of saving people, our reaching out to those who seek salvation. You have already sent my men under the Pope."

In his words, the king saw the man in front of him with exactly the kind of face that he had received God's help.

But a mundane question passes his head, and the king asks it with his mouth.

"But you were able to send a messenger from this well besieged king's capital."

Pallmo's Cricket Valley (temple) moves slightly in response to the King's enquiry.

"My men are still the mighty knights of the Temple, so they sent out a handful of elites within the last night. What, we don't fall behind undead people who don't share faith."

The king nodded and returned as good as he was at it, to the grinning pallmo that spared him.

"Oh, Cheng Cheng. Indeed, those people lost control as soon as it came to night for some reason, and when they started acting thoughtfully, the reports were up. I didn't know you noticed that."

Pallumo's fingertips reacted slightly to that king's statement, but he tried to make a clear look as if nothing had happened, then smiled at his mouth.

"Even then, I am also the end of the priesthood, so you cannot fall behind the undead. After that, we must endure here to connect the fire of hope."

As I agreed with that word of Pallumo, there was something that accidentally touched Pallumo's senses and I accidentally looked back in that direction, as the king forcefully consented and let his eyes dwell in a resolute light.

"? What have you done, Sir Pallumo?

To the king who asks in surprise at his actions like that, Pallumo coughs lightly and turns his face back.

"No, never mind. It's just my fault."

It was Pallumo who said so and returned the answer, but the colour of agitation floats slightly behind his eyes.

But not long after pursuing such an attitude, the king followed his guest room when he was taken to his chambers by his servants, who picked him up.

Pallumo, who was dropping off King Asparf's back, opened his eyes with a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he closed his eyes again with his gaze in a certain direction.

"I didn't know the reaction of the two Necromancer knights I put out in pursuit would disappear... was the escort more skillful than this one thought? Even so, something similar has happened before... and I feel like I've been pulled off the poverty lottery."

When I said that and snorted uncomfortably, I sighed out loud.

"I have no choice. I don't know if I can send it in time now, but would you like to send an extra four Necromancer knights? It would be enough to put four on the boulder..."

The gaze of the solitary Pallumo is turned ahead, to which the king who had earlier left the seat would have turned.

The look on his face was distorted by the grin of abuse.

"Now, do I also encourage enlightenment of the people? Touring decaying people in their privileged seats in hopes of not being able to do so will always give them pleasure."

It was like trembling the bottom of my stomach, and then it sounded quiet indoors.