Skeleton Knight, in Another World

King Asparf wrote back to the letter he had received from the Messenger of the Boundary of Blanier, and the Messengers who had received it left the King's Capital to return to Blanier territory within that day.

It was expected that it would be after at least five days, given the distance, as they arrived in Branier territory and the border uncle who received the writ left for us immediately.

But the anticipation was greatly overshadowed, and reports of a group of messengers accompanied by a Blanier border ambassador appeared to the king's capital just three days later under King Asparf, who had been cleaning up his chores.

"Taking into account the distance days, there is no way that Borderline Uncle can look like Wang Du in these days. Is that a trick?

Zahar, who had just appeared to report on the actions of a row of arcs under the castle, opened his mouth suspiciously to the report, but King Asparf did not seem to think so.

"No, a visit in an obviously suspiciously early number of days to this point would be a testament above all to the fact that it is authentic. Perhaps he was already on his way here without waiting for the messenger to reply."

To the words of the king, who was half certain, Zahar nodded as if he had made an inner point with Cheng Cheng.

Sure, if you send a fake messenger with a workmanship or something like that, if the messenger doesn't visit you at a more like time, the other person will be suspicious and the plan will be in vain.

The letter from Uncle Borderline, sent by the envoy, had an atmosphere filled with cut feathers.

When that was an offer to a country that could not wait to hear back, and which had been in hostilities for many years - those facts alone were an anomaly during this visit to Borderland Bob.

"My lord, I have a very bad feeling about this meeting with the Blanier border uncle..."

King Asparf agrees with it, as he sidelines Zahar, who talks cloudy in his face.

"... so am I. Open a meeting place immediately. It's an unofficial place, go through the Blanier Border Uncle immediately!

To the life of its King Asparf, one guard, who was holding back in the corner of the room, rushes out of the room.

And within a few dozen minutes of the king's directions, we could see the two that had been hostile for years in a room not that big in the royal castle.

Sitting face to face in the form of a small table placed in the center of the room, the two stare quietly at each other's first look at each other's faces.

When I was still in my prime years, I could see the king of my young neighbor - but the atmosphere full of majesty and the eyesight of his opponent - as a ruler.

In contrast, the neighboring border ambassador, who had sharp eyes and a large, forged body, while already in his old age, was filled with the power to remind him of a warring samurai.

The two looked at each other but smiled slightly at its mouth.

─ ─ Thinking of the noblemen who have no difficulty fattening their own private bellies, what a clean setting for a frontier ambassador sitting in a dignified manner in front of his eyes, let him peek at one of the scales of his great vessel?

─ ─ Where to admonish the nobles who neglect politics and delay factional strife, or what a dazzling thing of a king with a harsh atmosphere compared to a loose current king who himself is at its center and delays enjoyment.

"Northern Kingdom, is Asparf Northern Soulia"

"My name is Wendri Du Blanier, and I am a frontier uncle of the Kingdom of Salma"

When the two raise their names to each other, they shake each other's hard hands.

Apart from the two, Zahar was the only one who stood behind him in the name of King Asparv's escort, and surprisingly, he was not even accompanied by an escort to Uncle Blanier's border.

"Applications for such informal, and unprecedented, talks. You won't need an extra greeting, what's the purpose?

Uncle Neighbourhood opened his tease to the King's direct inquiry.

"Thank you, then. Can you tell us first how many monsters struck this king's capital, Soulia?

The King's gaze sharpens in response to the neighborhood uncle.

But I thought the other person would be grasping some information, and I answered the question.

"Approximately, but about 100,000."

In short, and succinctly, Uncle Borderline accidentally struck his knee at the answer given by the king and raised the corner of his mouth under his beard.

"That's good news. However, with all due respect, it seems that the patronage of this king's capital is painful. It is a miracle that a group of 100,000 monsters could have been prevented by that damage alone, but if the same number of monsters had attacked here, would it have been possible to prevent them?

The king was silently listening and listening to his words, which disappeared from the face of the borderline uncle and were spewed out with a low, tenacious voice, but in his brain he understood correctly the meaning of his words, and hiding the cold sweat of his neck was full of backs.

"... appeared to them as well? A large group of the undead. How many?"

"Probably, like, 200,000"

In the air of the painful room, the king's words asked as if to scratch it - and the number spoken by the borderline uncle who answered it - silenced as if to have stopped the time on the spot.

Three people on the spot hear Gokuri and someone's throat ring.

It was Borderline Uncle who opened his mouth first, as if to signal it.

"A large group of its creatures are currently in the midst of raiding Larissa, king's capital of the Kingdom of Salma. There is no way to exchange money for rescue from now on...... This one will not reach 20,000 soldiers if you flip over our territory. That's all you need to do to rescue the King's capital. So here we are, working together to welcome this, and only by winning will we have a future in our land and in your country... don't we?

The sharp gaze of the borderline uncle is directed to the king for an answer.

Reject here the proposal of the peripheral uncle in front of you, and if his territory was swallowed up by that army of 200,000 immortals (undead), will those 200,000 enemies turn back there... you don't have to think about the answer to that.

Sauria, the king's capital, who could not be dropped once attacked, will always be targeted, so sure. I can do it.

"Certainly not if you're talking about past causes here"

The king sighs heavily but once and replies so.

Then the frontier uncle sitting face-to-face broke up and exhaled.

"Oh, this is comforting! Now, as soon as possible, could you teach us the tactic that your country has left 100,000 enemies? Things fight for a moment, if you're ready, you have to start early. Based on what's going on outside the walls, it looks like they used flame-based traps and magic."

Having said that, Uncle Borderline noticed that the other king's complexion was not excellent, and the words broke off.

Out of that king's attitude, Uncle Borderline has already used up his secrets on 100,000 enemies, and I wonder if that's not a substitute for being ready immediately - such unpleasant anticipation has passed through his brain.

But the answer given by the king was one that Uncle Borderline would not have expected.

"There was nothing we could do with the power of our people, this great raid that struck my king's capital. It was two Elves and one Beast who saved this king's capital from this great raid."

To the king's answer, the border uncle tilted his neck with his true face.

I had never heard of the Northern Kingdom having deep interactions with the Elves or the Beasts, and it was impossible for Uncle Borderline to tilt his neck.

In the first place, the Beasts were only marginally numbered by neighboring Hilk nations shielding their doctrine, hunting and gathering beasts, etc., and the Elves were moving into the depths of the Canadian Great Forest, most of which extends east of the Kingdom of Rhoden, without even the opportunity they usually see.

If it's possible...

"Is that Luanne's?

In an endless question from the border uncle, the king shook his head gently and told him that the two elves were out of Canada.

Above all, it was not the race or the like that confused the head of the borderline uncle, but the story that it was only three hands that saved the predicament of the king capital Soulia this time.

Even the boulder frontier uncle couldn't hide the upset in this story, so much so that I thought he was rather disturbed.

"Wait, wait. Are you saying that only three of the Elves and the Beasts left the 100,000 enemies who attacked this king's capital? It's not that they conspired against me... is it?

Even in the face of the relative king, despite the inquisitive gaze of Uncle Borderline, I caught a glimpse of how to deal with the critical situation ahead - all that distress.

Slightly and when the king sighed one deep sigh like he had given up, he called out to Zahar, who had refrained behind him.

"Zahar, I'm sorry, but would you please ask Lord Ark and the others if they could do their part?

As soon as Zahar salutes the king's wish, he leaves the room early.

The king inadvertently threw questions at the borderline uncle who was dropping off his back like that.

"By the way, does Lord Wendri know who the enemy is?

The question was of concern to Uncle Borderline, but it was also an issue that was stopped because dealing with the imminent threat of 200,000 immortals (undead) was a top priority.

But the overwhelming number, 200,000 immortals (undead), was the problem.

By nature, they are never naturally produced.

So the first thing he thought of was "The Pluto," but I will tell the king in front of him about it, but he shook his head small and denied it and showed it.

"Indeed, the Prime Minister of our country was the first to think of its existence. But if that legend was true, the Underworld was destroyed by the Empire. Maybe at the time, he unleashes what was sealed without being able to destroy the underworld, and uses it..."

When the king separated the words there, he drowned his neck and sighed heavily.

"But this time the enemy is not a legend whose very existence is uncertain. There are clear beings that produce countless immortals (undead) and are pointing at them. It's a Hilk country, a place that has its roots down its territory."

Uncle Blanier clogged his voice with a glance at the identity of this enemy that the king had told him.

From the atmosphere emitted by the king in front of me, I can't even see how fine dust told a joke.

"... as it is the Hilk nation behind you, may I ask why you gained that certainty?

In an attempt to obtain certainty as to the identity of the enemy as if it had never been anticipated and whether it was still true, Borderline uncle inquired without distracting himself from the king in front of him.

So when the king told the story of what had happened in this king's capital the other day when Cardinal Pallumo, the visiting Hilk nation, was exposed to those who had started the Elves, and became monsters on the spot, he simply opened his eyes and rang his throat.

"... so they were picking their own eyes and noses that could identify them, according to what they said?

The king nods affirmatively to the inquiry of the neighboring uncle.

"The immortal (undead) who has been distracted among men, only two species have the power to find it: the Elves and the Beasts. But there are already so few elves and beasts in this land."

He was a borderline uncle who leaked his words like a groan, but a voice came in asking for permission to enter there.