Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Informal talks between the two who have been hostile for years, King Asparf of the Kingdom of Northern and the neighbouring kingdom of Salma's Blanier border uncle, are face-to-face, called on-the-spot.

Ask me about that situation and I wonder if anyone who wants to go on the spot is either nervous or paralyzed.

But that's not the kind of invitation I can say no to on this occasion.

It was at that meeting that I was called upon to recruit and select from among Ariane and Chiyome, myself and the Beasts liberated in this king's capital, Souria, the leading migrants to the New Heaven and Earth, in the midst of the pioneering.

To adjust the migrants, once they return to the hiding place with Chiyome, report this history to Hanzo, the chief of the "Jinxin clan", Gouro the chief, etc., and then calculate the number of people who will actually be accepted by going out to the pioneering inner side, and then return from there to Soulia, the king's capital.

[Transfer Gate] was used to interact with various places to select people from among those who saw the touch in the Wang capital to follow the recruitment requirements, and these past few days have been some busy days.

When he arrives at that time, surprised by the call to the meeting venue, Uncle Blanier will hear a surprise report.

It was that the army of the immortal (undead) was attacking the king's capital of the neighbouring kingdom of Salma.

Moreover, the number is approximate, but in an uninterrupted number of two hundred thousand times the number that attacked this king's capital, Soulia, he received offers from King Asparf and Uncle Branier to help him.

Arian was not very enthusiastic about riding, and regardless of the fact that he saved the crisis in the Kingdom of Northern by moving on from the request received from Princess Lil, he made the decision that if he had any clearer involvement in the survival of the nation's state, he should once again seek the opinion and understanding of the elders and elders.

Although I don't feel like it's going to go any further, I can tell you that her judgment is the best story, as I have already given myself the name of Laratoia.

But if the little Princess Lil's actions, which she should have helped to stop her tears, have pulled her hand here, the actions ahead may be pointless.

From the position of Larissa, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Salma, which I heard from Uncle Blanier, the army of the undead (undead) who attacked and destroyed the king's capital will probably be on Blanier territory next.

In other words, there is some respite until 200,000 troops attack this King's Capital of the Northern Kingdom.

In the worst case scenario, time will be earned while the territory of Blanier is attacked and destroyed, but then the territory of the precious people who swallowed the conditions of the liberation of slaves of other races, and the prohibition of illegal slavery, will disappear from the earth, just like the northern kingdom because of it.

That's not all. If the Blanier realm falls into crisis, we will be exposed to the threat of another Elf inner drant bordering the territory and 200,000 undead armies.

Inside, a group of Maple warriors, including Dylan, Elder of Lalite, Ariane's father, was rushing under the approval of the Great Presbyterian Church of the Canadian Forest to engage with what appears to be an advance party from the army of the Immortals (the Undead) and to support them, who had suffered tremendously.

If this situation is likely to involve them as well, we need to tell the elders and Dylan in the drant how it happened and put in place measures somehow soon.

For this reason, Arian and myself went to the forest of Luang to solve various problems.

"I'm sorry, Lord Chiyome. One, in a way that leaves it in the king's capital."

While staying in the king's capital, Soulia, I am now in a room in the royal castle that I am definitely renting from King Asparv, where I bowed my head while apologizing to Chiyome.

"Kiyun?

Arian, who grabbed and hugged Ponta's roots looking up at herself like that in a strange way, also apologizes for looking sorry for her.

"I'm sorry. Taking Chiyome inside the drant will make you feel all sorts of unpleasant, and you don't want me to see that elf ugly state as a fellow... I'm sure they don't think I'm one of them over there."

After saying so, Arian sighs with his eyebrow roots and spicy words.

Thanks, she had a bad impression when she first visited the Dolant, or even within her own clan called the Elves, the hit seems a little stronger.

"No, I don't care. Lord Arian. Things need to be rushed, it's not a good idea to bring in extra luxury and waste precious time. Tell Lord Dylan it's my pleasure."

Chiyome said so and moved his black cat ear patterned, shaking his head (wearing it) in the wind that it was nothing.

I nodded and gave my consent to what she said.

"That's right. We have a lot to do, but we don't have much time. Let's just say we fly to the forest of Luann."

Himself and Arian, and Ponta, seated on the helmet, which is their usual fixed position, check their gear, hold their hand luggage and ask with their eyes if they are ready for each other.

Arian and Ponta have no problem - so I take a booklet bundled with paper out of my luggage and scroll through the pages in it.

Each page of the booklet housed a number of landscape paintings that portrayed for themselves the places I had visited so far in this world.

The [transfer gate (gate)], which is long-range transfer magic, has the disadvantage of being able to travel to the place where it is remembered at once, but does not activate successfully when the memory fades. It's this metastasis drawing that makes up for it.

Open one of them and draw the landscape of memory into your brain based on that depicted view.

"Then I will come, Lord Chiyome. [Transfer Gate]"

I said a temporary goodbye to Chiyome, who backed off a little bit, and activated the magic.

As a magic formation of light unfolds at your feet around you in the room, and it extends to Arian's feet standing nearby, you instantly feel like the surrounding landscape has dimmed and your body floated for a moment.

The next time I noticed it, it was not a luxurious room in the royal castle of the Northern Kingdom or anything, but outside surrounded by trees, standing by the woods.

And at the end of his gaze, the landscape that was depicted in the transfer drawing he had in his hand is spreading.

Slightly raised hilly earth, three giant trees in such a way as to be distributed around it, stretched out countless branches and stood.

The trunk of a giant tree that twists like a spiral staircase does not boast as much beauty as a dragon crown tree (Road Crown), but still far exceeds the size of a common sense tree.

And at the base of the giant tree, characterized by such a fantastic landscape, the roofs of several dwellings were twisted together to shape the landscape of the city.

─ ─ Definitely, in a drant built in the woods of Luang.

"You're here, I need to get in touch with my father first..."

Such Ariane looked up at this side, then dropped her gaze on herself and shut her mouth.

"I told Lord Chiyome, we're not the Elves, either."

She sighed heavily when she said so and leaked her smile slightly.

"You can't help mourning here, can you, Ark?"

"Ki-yun! Kiyun!"

Ponta sounds happily over her head to synchronize with Arian's words, who raised her gaze as if she had regained her mind, swinging her cotton-haired tail.

Two people walk out side by side into the drant, but there is never a sign that they are approaching because of the three giant trees standing around the inside.

But when I looked up and looked down, the whole city gradually became clear.

Surrounding the city are walls like walls made of a combination of stone and wood, and a few warcraft intruders can see the robustness that is unlikely to be broken.

Its walls are surrounded by fields and other landscapes that are more reminiscent of people's local cities than the landscape inside the Canadian Great Forest.

Moving on for a while, I finally saw the city gate, the entrance inside the drant, and I glanced at it with intimidating eyes from the two gatekeeping warriors who were blindfolding the passage.

And finally, when they approached the city gate, two elves, with spear-like weapons in their hands, crossed each other's weapons to block the way.

"This place is in the drant, no one from any other race can pass from here!

When one man says that and shows a trick to get rid of it by hand, the other next person nods in tune with it.

Arian's Cricket Valley (Komikami) cramped into those two attitudes and stared back at the opponent.

"I am the daughter of Dylan Targ, captain of a rescue team sent from the Canadian Great Forest. I need to talk to my father. Can you go through there? Fight for a moment."

He was Arian speaking in a quiet rage, but the other guy doesn't seem to accept it as hard as he can.

"No. If you need anything, I'll leave it to you, just wait outside. Tell me what to do."

Of those who rushed to rescue the inside - and even the elder daughter of the other inside - try to block her path solely because of the Fae. Hardly accommodating people, but is their act something that can be called courage to fulfill?

If I were you, I'd make way for it sooner than later.

"The threat of annihilation is imminent. You guys know that, don't you? A monster that has done so much damage to the warriors in here - it could push them in large groups. Tell my father!

Arian, who managed to contain his anger, though he could see his white, long hair shaking like a pneumonia, gave them a message against Dylan, who would be inside.

But after hearing the contents of the key message, the two of them looked at each other for a moment and then began to laugh by holding their stomachs in the wind that they had heard an interesting story.

"Ha ha! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. The threat to destroy the inside means the undead were caught off guard by the warriors?

Another man in tune with his colleague speaking with laughter, he has frowned and complained.

"The warriors outside the city are inexperienced, lots of young guys. He must have been hit by a warcraft somewhere with a gap between the undead (undead) opponents, let's delude it, etc. If you are experienced like us, you will not be caught off guard. Rescue to the rest of the world is a big deal."

Ariane looks back at the man's remarks with a glaring face.

"Are you serious, that? You're talking about the same warrior in there, aren't you?

The first man rattled his nose back at Arian's incredible windy face.

"Hmm! I hear it was nothing about the monster they took down, the one who went to the scene. The only thing left was the remains of armor worn by dozens or so of human immortals (undead)!

When her emotions fell out of Arian's expression to hang up that word of his, she tried to pass the scene in such a way that neither of us were interested in it.

But that behavior will soon be blocked.

"Come on, let's ignore us and go inside, etc. You think we'll forgive you?

A gatekeeper man reveals his angry tone and calls Arian to rest, but to me, with all those one-by-one throws from the side, he only looked like two idiots shagging in a minefield.

At the next moment, the air on the spot changed so much that the sound of a butyrie and something cut off could be heard in hallucinations.

The flaming wall rose from the ground as it surrounded the scene, which included a concentric circle around Arian and an elf tribe of two gatekeepers.

It was as if her anger boiling point had reached its limit and a magma erupted from the ground.

"!? You are sane, such as using massive spiritual magic inside!?

I'm in the mood to ask if it's really sane for the two of them as far as I'm concerned, although a man throws a word against Arian that doubts his sanity.

"Ki-yu."

Ponta over his head also sounded somewhat frightened and rounded his tip so that the tail of the cotton wool would not be broiled.

"Shit, the wind of admonition, come higher than high..."

As one of the men at the gatekeeper tongued and started spinning the words Arian would always say when he used spiritual magic, the air around the man's hand twisted and the wind began to roll. But...

"─ Scatter!! ─ ─

In that one word released by Arian, the flameballs that instantly appeared in front of him swelled and burst causing the surrounding air to blow up, and the explosion sounded like a wooden spirit in foster care.

And when I realized, the air flow that was gathering in a man's hand was foggy, just two distracted men standing with dumb faces.

But there's no way she looks at them that way, and she knits more words to set it free.

"... disconnect the earth, as I will, as I will, as I live."

Instead of her usual singing voice, several whipped soil giveaways, which have gained momentum from the ground, as if responding to a strong tone that enclosed anger, stretch out toward the men as if they were each willing.

The men wield the spear-shaped weapon they had to prevent it, but they are wrapped up in a whip of dirt that also jumped out of their feet and tied up casually.

"You're experienced, aren't you? Two hundred? Or maybe 300? I'm not even a hundred years old, little girl, but maybe it's time to get serious?

Arian is distorting the edge of his mouth and speaking to both of them with a delightful voice, but the whip of dirt on his back overlapped with a critical tightening of the captured men, where he was able to shape the person as if he had been swallowed by a stone column.

"Wow!! Feet, broken leg bone!!

"Damn it, damn it!!

In addition to the two noising in tears, many elves look at the sight by farther around the inner city gate to the disturbance from earlier, but no one moved to help.

But it was one elf man who broke them in like that.

"That's it, Arian! Let them go!