Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Then a while later, when Serge returned to his room, he put in a first report to everyone who was lucky enough to be on the spot that the rally would be held shortly after this.

That's how they all tell themselves to accompany them and leave Serge's house behind.

As Serge leads and walks inside the drant, various gazes are pointed from around him, but the leading Serge or Dylan doesn't even care about it and walks toward the center of the inside.

Eventually, near the center of the inside, you can see a building that is bigger than the surrounding building.

It was a cylindrical building that I wanted to flatten, and when I went inside with Serge's guidance, it was built to be a little different from the one I'd ever seen in the elves, composed of wooden columns and beams like umbrella bones inside.

The roof was high and less compressive built with no walls to compartmentalize the interior, but there were already many people stuffed inside and the bones were going to break quite a bit to scratch through that crowd and move on.

But each of the people around him who saw Serge divided left and right to pave the way leading to the center before him.

Through that path, when I went out to the cracked spot of the hedge in the middle of the rally point, there was a single circular table sitting there with a tripod chair and two ancestors.

Perhaps from the number of three chairs, that's the seat where the elders in this room sit.

There are elves in the midst to watch the end of this assembly.

As far as I was concerned, I imagined a seat just for the great men inside, so I was just a little surprised by the way things looked like the synagogue in this village, and one elder and thought figure who was in his seat saw Serge and opened his mouth.

"If you suddenly call for a rally or come, what is this all about? What are you going to start by putting him inside? Besides, I didn't know we were going to let the rest of us in here, and those who aren't even our countrymen!

The man who said so and curled up looked roughly alike but unlike the elves he imagined.

I'm in my seat so I don't know exactly, but I'm pretty low on height.

I have long ears that are characteristic of the Elves, but the golden hair with the emeralds was nowhere to be found, and there was a little man calling who looked like a bald forty.

My name is Roato Bruni Doranto and I get extra knowledge from Dylan.

The little old man thing, the elves in line behind Loato, was also flying wild as if in agreement with his opinion, warming up the air in the assembly area in vain.

In contrast to him like that, the other elder was quietly taking his seat and frowning at his roots sipping a cup of tea placed on the table.

This one is a lot taller than Roato. Long stretched hair is slightly white with habitual hair, and likewise stretches up to the moustache and jaw, making it impossible to peek at the expression in the back with a drooping forehead.

It looked like a hiding place to live in the depths of the woods, or a fairy, and beside him stood a wand made of wood that had been a long saving.

His name is Ivalud Waili Dorant, and he's the oldest of these elders.

Many of them lined up behind his seat seem to be women, and I can see a few men on the edge reluctantly or slightly away from them like that.

It doesn't look like he's a fan of Elder Ivalud.

And the last time I got to the central seat was Sergei für Drunt.

Behind his seat stands out a relatively young looking man with a workout body similar to Serge's.

Standing in front of them like that is Dylan, himself with Ponta on his head, and Arian.

Apparently, many of those who stand behind the elders are a gathering of those who support them.

Many of them, Roat and the majority of those behind him, have turned their gaze on this side, and somehow see the schematic of the remnants of this inner hatred.

The appearance of the Elves does not change that much when they grow older.

But it still has the width of its appearance.

The faces of people in their teens and forties are a rough indicator of the age of the Elves.

Based on that point, we can see that all the faces of those who refrain from behind Roat are many, such as the thirties and forties, and that, by contrast, there are not many, but not many, teens to twenties and thirties who refrain from behind Serge.

Those who refrain from behind Ivalud vary in age group, but rather feel that women in general are here.

Now, there is not much gaze pressure on this side from such Sergei supporters, and I feel an atmosphere of uncommon gaze in one way or another.

Because of the relatively large number of young people, curiosity and so on will probably come first.

By contrast, as the supporters of Roat can see, there are many elderly people among the Elves. I hear that the Elves have a life expectancy of around four hundred, so from the apparent category, are they in the age group around three hundred to the top?

Dislikes change, rebelling against new moves are the Elves, and it seems the same to be common in old people without changing people.

─ Well, will this rally wrap up early?

Looking at the state of the chaotic gathering place, Serge was the first to hold the ground.

"Be quiet! Occupy the future in this place more than this, start the rally! Let's start by telling our compatriots who rushed us from Canada about the situation in which this place is currently located!

With that word of Serge, Dylan, who had refrained behind him, advanced a step forward and began to speak without greeting or foreshadowing.

To such Dylan's posture, Roato looked blatantly irritating, but silently regained consciousness to Dylan's story without saying anything more before Serge's invincible grin.

"─ The above will be the status quo in which the drant was placed. If we don't do something soon, sooner or later, this area will disappear from the map."

Eventually Dylan's explanation came to an end, and when he concluded the story so, the meeting place was quiet as if he had struck water.

"It's also a good place to go cod, with 200,000 undead monsters attacking! How can you say that more or less those people are coming to this Luan Forest!?

It was Loato, to say that it was still the one who raised his voice, the most opening to a place that was quiet.

The supporters of Roato, who summon in tune with it, but this time the objections are raised by the supporters of Serge.

"In fact, the Warriors engaged monsters and suffered a lot! If a guy like that comes to this place for 10,000 years, this place is the end of a roll! How are you going to take responsibility if you decide it's a lie from the start and you really pull over here!

One by one, those around them expressed their consent to the revolt and began to raise their pneumonia.

But the opponent is not silent either, and the momentum to spit hits the opponent with words.

"Mostly fighting with people, etc., yes! If you let it go and those monsters will destroy people, you can let it go! If the land is empty, we can make effective use of it and the inside will develop!

"Stupid! Don't you know what the total number of people will be!? Where neighboring Salma and Northern have perished, a nation of more mighty people just appears to dominate the neighborhood!

"You're more or less not the kind of people who defend the terms you offered people! It's just a one-off promise! Let's rely on our help. One stomach hurts!

"If you're saying that, no matter how long it takes, the gutters between the races will just get deeper rather than deeper! Keeping a little more people on our side is an effective way to think about the future!

"All you have to do is fight the people and fight the depleted ones! There's no need to fight with people!

"Where 200,000 enemies have become 150,000, the future inside this won't be the same! By and large, the only thing to fight is the warriors inside, mainly young. Although the old man won't be willing to lock himself in the house and fight from the start! You old bastards!

"Oh my God, you little shit!!

No longer had the meeting place become more of a place of contention than a place of argument, and had begun to appear inside even to those who throw things.

There was an unsolicited preconceived notion that it was a smart species to say elves within themselves, but when I look at the elves on this occasion, I only get the feeling that they're not different from people.

Where the air on the ground was finally becoming more dangerous, those who had little sign of moving before moved moved.

It was Elder Ivalud who moved.

When he took the wooden wand he had placed standing beside him, he struck down the stone part of the wand vigorously on the floor.

At the next moment, when a photosphere is created from the tip of the wand, it emits a dazzling amount of light, and the meeting place is rendered invisible by a flood of light.

"Damn, what is this!?" "Huh!?" "Kew!

Myself, Arian, and Ponta escape that intense light by covering their eyes with cloaks, hands, and tails so as to block the light simultaneously, but many of the people around them were in the light to groan and scream.

Eventually the flood of its light subsided and slowly opened its eyes, where it was overflowing with those who held their eyes and moaned.

Until then, voices are interrupted from the people who were cursing each other, and silence returns to the gathering place.

"Damn! What do you do all of a sudden in a rally place!?

Still blinded, he was a roat who spewed ill of Ivalud's outrage quickly, but at the time Ivalud ignored his words and finally opened his heavy mouth.

"If you are going to fight with people and cross a bridge of friendship with future people, you can also move through this inside to Canada where you will be like-minded. The Canadians fight with the people, and whatever the consequences, the interests roll over to those in the drant..."

Ivalud's suggestion echoes well in a quiet gathering place.

And it was Roato who reacted first to that suggestion.

"Ha ha! Sure, yeah! If you want to fight with the people, you just have to go through the inside and go with the Canadians!

Loato rocked his little body wide and laughed with his eyes open when the surrounding view finally returned.

The people who were gathered at the rally began to cling to the contents of the proposal, but there again sounded the stone bumps of Ivalud's wand pounding the floor.

Ivalud leaks a small laugh with a grin on his mouth like the prank succeeded in taking the trick everyone would get up to again.

"So this measure that Non has proposed, let's just assume that Non can get out of here responsibly first."

When no one swallowed the meaning of the word, Ivalud laughed again small and turned his gaze towards Sergei from behind his long, dripping habitual hair.

"What are you gonna do? Non likes maple syrup from central Canada. Why don't you hang out with Noon once in a while and go get some sweet food?

To Ivalud, who says so and laughs, Serge also laughs with a lavish grin.

"Ha ha, right! Sometimes you think you're gonna hang out with your grandfather!

In Serge's proclamation, he begins to express his successive moves through the interior to Canada, so that the other young people who had refrained behind him can show concurrence.

The next thing that inspired them like that was his supporters, many women, who were distracted by Ivalud's proposals.

Many of Serge's supporters are centered on the young, among whom they make up many of the warriors. Their lovers, their wives, admirers, their mothers, etc., will follow it through the interior.

And the fathers of those who kept their sons in the warriors began to move out of the faction of Loato.

And it was Loat, who was left behind, and the old men who supposedly supported him.

"Wait, wait! Do you think I'm allowed to take that personality? More or less, more or less! How long do you think it's gonna take me to get back to Canada and request rescue and get them all together and come back here! All we have to do is dive in and wait until things settle down!?

To Roat's statement, he looks at Ivalud or Serge's face as if some of the people at the rally had noticed something, and looks at him like he's about to complain about something.

Ivalud did not break the grin of his mouth when he received their gaze like that, and turned his gaze toward Dylan and showed him tilting his neck to ask something.

Dylan, who was questioned by him like that, then turns his gaze this way.

Nature and the gaze of those around them gathered to themselves, including even Arian's gaze.

It's obvious what Dylan wants.

In the meantime, I thumbed myself up to Dylan to show it.

When Dylan smiles at his mouth, he tells the two elders that he has no problem.

"It's okay, there's no problem"

Ivalud nods with a full grin at the Dylan.

"Then there's no problem."

When Serge laughed in tune with it, he called out to a group of warriors who had refrained from being around him.

"Then each one of you start getting ready so you can move quickly! I'll give you detailed instructions later!

One word hung up, and Loato and the rest of the supporters left the room one after the other, each scattered inside.

Myself and Arian will follow the scene with Dylan and return to Serge's house again.

On the way back, Arian was stretching out loud and exhaling loudly, laughing with a neat look.

Ponta also imitates such Ariane and stretches on her helmet.

─ ─ First of all, the problem in the drant is a paragraph.

Returning to Serge's home, Dylan and I had a light meeting on the spot about our future plans.

"If we don't lead the right forces from the central maple in this case, we need to gather them as quickly as we can, because both the inner realm and the nation will perish."

When Dylan turned his gaze around everyone, he just nodded that Arian was aware of it too.

"This time, Ark, there's a lot of parts of you that have your magic to save, but still there won't be a lot of time left. Are you asking me how much time it takes for 200,000 troops to reach the territory of the people they plan to form an alliance with?

When I twisted my neck to that question, the ponta over my head slipped off, and I turned my gaze to Arian, but she also shook her neck to the side and clasped her shoulders.

"So how about we pick up Lord Chiyome first, and then ask King Asparf and Uncle Blanier about the area? They'll be worried about how things are going and how they're progressing."

When I say that and look at Dylan, he agrees with me.

"Right. Then I would also like to make a connection with the King of the Northern Kingdom. Do you mind if I accompany you? Because I want to experience the magic of legendary metastasis."

When Dylan laughs and says, Serge, who was listening until then, stares at this one with a surprise face.

In the meantime, I'll keep thumbs up against him.

Serge, who had heard about Dylan's future plans in the slightly above sky and his preparations, finally returned to me to bash this side of his back and break his face.

"Well, you know what! You've got hope for this! Ha ha."

In the meantime, I can't see the front because the ponta drooped forward with the momentum when I was slapped, but I hope my abilities become people's hopes.

"Then we'll go out a little bit. I plan to show my face again every other day or so, bye. [Transfer Gate]!"

I gave Serge a frequent farewell greeting before activating the long-range transfer magic, as usual.