Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Branier territory on the eastern border of the Kingdom of Salma.

The office of the mansion, also the residence of the lord who ruled the land - there was an old man sitting in the seat of a large concierge placed behind the room.

He accumulates a mustache under his nose with a sharp glance in his slightly retracted gray head, pushes his successful large body into a good chair, and looks through the documents.

Wendri du Blanier peripheral uncle.

Though one of the greatest nobles in the Kingdom of Salma, he is smoked out of the central nobility, and he himself rarely makes a face to the King's Capital because he hates such annoyances.

In his territory, which has the appearance of a knockout soldier, he possesses a strong permanent leadership to solve everyday skirmishes and warcraft crusades.

Such regular patrols of the territory had created a favourable circle in which the territory of Blanier would be relatively rich and secure compared to other territories, which would also lead to the financial maintenance of the tax-eating army of permanent establishment.

But that meant that if the problem arose and it could not be solved quickly, if the damage increased and revenue in the territory dropped, the maintenance of the territorial army, which, by the way, took a lot of financial resources, would cease.

That is why Uncle Blanier needs to grasp the thread for a quick solution by deciphering from the reports that come up whether such problems are not in the realm.

And in the past, there was a case of concern to him, and it was a situation where he was waiting for the report, which was an achievement, but the act of "waiting" for him was hard to get used to, even at a hard time.

Such went under him, a young woman, who was always his assistant, came in for permission to enter the room.

He opened his mouth first by hand-paying it as an extra greeting to thank her for advancing into front of Uncle Branier's border.

"So, did you find an example missing dignitary?

The woman nodded and showed herself motionless in the abrupt inquiry of such a Blanier border uncle.

"Yes, perhaps. But today is a report of a variant that has previously come to the conversation over there. Six platoons I sent out the other day to explore, but there have already been a lot of damage to Platoon 2, the least damage to Platoon 3, half damage to Platoon 5, and so far sacrifices. This is the list of victims."

"What the hell!?

In response to the woman who said so and reported pale, Uncle Blanier frontier tided her face and slammed the roster she had been offering and began to look through the names written there.

"According to a report by the damaged platoon, there are a total of four variants of the example. They all seem to have destroyed the variants they discovered, but they were encountered with no previous information and caused damage like this one."

"Four!? There were four such unscrupulous monsters in our territory!?

Unexpectedly raising his face from the roster in response to a woman's report, Blanier Border Uncle hoists that frown.

The compelling face became more and more demanding, but the responding woman nodded quietly as to whether she was used to it, before dropping her eyes even more on the documents at hand.

"A related story is that when Platoon Five came into contact with the two variants, an unaccounted for armed group appeared on the spot. Here is the size and overview of the armed…"

That's what I said. Pull out one of the paperwork at hand and give it to Uncle Blanier Borderline.

Taken to snap it again, he stares at the paperwork with a harsh look on his face.

"All horseback riding is about a hundred rides - plus two knights and women driving a mysterious warcraft...?

To the contents of the report that was written there, Uncle Blanier leans his neck and glances at the same spot again.

"You mean this mysterious pair of knights and women joined the 5th Platoon... the participation of the Horse Riders isn't in the report"

A woman returned her gavel to the frontier uncle, who roared as if to whine alone.

"It seems that if Platoon Five was only half-destructed by its mysterious knight, that knight would have fought and won by only one horse against the enemy that halved the platoon."

To her speculation that came out successively, was Uncle Borderline thinking the same thing, just quietly nodding.

"The direction we're headed is straight north...? The guys are probably horseback riders at Count Dimo's. As for the mysterious knight, I don't know if he's a mercenary or something..."

With that being said, Uncle Blanier's border crosses the wall of the room in front of a map of the realm, staring at the map with his own mustache in shabby hands.

"It was here that we found the first armed group we lost sight of, and where we were witnessed again on an increased number of scales than the first report...... it would be around here. And then..."

Staring at the map, behind a borderline uncle lining himself with a blur, the woman also looks up at the map.

That's how the whole thought came together, and Uncle Borderline looked back and turned his gaze toward the woman.

"Probably, but something happened in the Northern Kingdom... I don't know what it is, but it's something. And at first, they were being pursued by aliens, but they must have gained allies in Count territory and returned to the kingdom again. I didn't leave the platoon that I encountered behind, so I went in for backup..."

After mouthing that far, Uncle Borderline cut off his words and stroked his jaw once.

"Hmm, send a messenger to the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Northern! The escort focuses on the number and speed of not stimulating the opponent! Then we'll explore the capital, Larissa."

To a policy that can be raised early on by arrow succession, a woman runs and writes the contents of the instructions on a note with a familiar manual.

"I have a bad feeling about asexuality...... make it as fast as you can!

When the woman quickly thanked Uncle Neighbourhood for her words, she immediately left the office behind.

As Uncle Branier hears the door closing on his back, on his own desk - he flips through a pile of paperwork stacked there, pulling through one that was hooked into the corner of his memory.

The contents of the report that was written there--a description of a mysterious warcraft that crossed the river Wheel into the forest of Luang. Only a far-sighted sighting near dusk, the information was only in the uncertain category, but a description was given of a warcraft with four arms.

"Why didn't I remember in the first memorandum, dammit! It's not the kind of mountain the Bong Klu in the center are plotting... what the hell happened to Wang Du?"

Borderline uncle, who became the face that chewed down the bitter worm, threw it toward the map posted in the room so that he could squeeze the report and hit his anger.

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In the southwest of the northern continent, on that land divided into four countries, there are two countries bordering all countries.

One is the Kingdom of Northern, and the other is the Hilk nation.

Hilkism, which has a great influence on the nation of people built on the North Continent - the heart of its Hilk faith was placed on the hemline of a mountain with a misrillic deposit called Mount Alsace within the Routios Mountains, another boundary with the Great Leblanc Empire.

In the middle of the mountain a vast square is created, evened by the hands of men, built around it in the form of a huge corridor-like building, 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.

White stone floors polished up as if they were mirrors, ceilings as tall as they looked up, and religious paintings of exquisite colour on their ceilings, all of which are like works of art.

Behind such a luxurious cathedral - that little room at the back of a cathedral where not even the faithful step too far - even the Cardinals, who have the power after the Pope, rarely step in.

The interior itself is coloured with elaborate things, but you don't see the luxury of a cathedral, it's like some laid-back luxury inn.

On both sides of the door of the room are two soldiers in armor, standing without being slight as if they were figurines, and that's the only thing that catches their attention. The others are even normal indoors.

One man sat in a relaxed chair behind such a calm atmosphere and looked through a bunch of reports overlaid on a large desk in front of him.

But the most eye-catching person in this room is the one sitting in that chair.

He wears a luxurious overcoat and a large hat with a Hilkist holy mark on his head.

But the Pope's face beneath him was blocked by a face cloth covering his entire face, and he could no longer peek into the face behind it.

Pope Tanatos Silviwes Hilk.

A white hand peeking from the sleeve of a luxurious coat - a hand fitted with silk-woven smooth hand gloves - pulls out a piece of paperwork stacked on the desk and glances through its contents from the back of the surface cloth.

There was a note of the attack in the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Delfrent, where one of the Cardinals led the Necromancer army, and Pope Tanatos had read it with an interesting nod over and over again.

"Cheng Cheng, is the king capital of the kingdom of Delfrent fallen... But just braiding Necromancer soldiers and Necromancer knights in a siege battle is something short of an attacker...... I thought most things would come with a Necromancer, but why not? Kuha."

That being said, Pope Tanatos shudders his shoulders and laughs.

Only the pope's groaning voice echoed in the quiet room, but eventually the silence returned indoors when it also subsided.

"... Now, should we at least have some new“ stuff ”when we attack the Empire, as the present is no way to do it, hmm? Then I snuck him west of the empire. Let him sleep a little more."

Pope Tanatos, who leaks his words in solitude, tilts his neck slightly and strokes his hidden jaw behind the face cloth.

"Breaking down thick walls, heavyweight Necromancer? Or blow up the castle gate, blast-based Necromancer. No, the explosive system didn't have the ingredients to make it. Then it might be a good way to climb a wall."

Let's try to work out some ideas and talk alone, convince ourselves to nod, and sometimes shake our heads at our own loss - repeat that by ourselves.

And then he turns to a bunch of documents of different thickness than the other reports and picks them up.

I casually scrolled through the parallax and the pages inside to find some of the statements in the report and stopped that hand.

From behind the surface cloth, there are signs of Pope Tanatos laughing.

"With that said, was there a silver knight on the southern continent who defeated Cardinal Charos... Sounds fun, so do someone on the southern continent right now to make a stepping stone... no, there's no rush if you're separating the oceans. Let's start at your feet. Kuha."

When he finishes saying just that, Pope Tanatos rises out of his chair and grabs the decorated sceptre unwrought, showing the Pope's authority that stood beside him, he leaves the room behind in an exhilarating foothold.

The voice of the Pope, as I recall again from behind closed doors - that was the only sound in the room.