Skeleton Knight, in Another World

A man with a quiet atmosphere that looks like he's in his forties, he bundles his long stretched, green blonde hair in intricate color-patterned combinations and wears a variety of jewellery around his neck and so on, but without wonder or disgust.

The man, tough and piercing at first sight...

I guess he is the third generation chief, Brian Boyd Evangeline Maple.

Chief Brian's first voice allows the stirring on the spot to subside.

Dylan thanked him like that and then said a word of greeting to everyone on the spot.

"Thank you very much for gathering with us today in accordance with my wishes. Thank you very much for this extraordinary tribute to Chief Brian."

To Elder Dylan, who said so and bowed his head, Elder Brian laughed and shook his head (wearing it).

"What, this one thing, I see as a good opportunity too. That's why I just decided to set this up and ask everyone what this is all about. You can make me a suggestion if you want."

In a word of that Brian chief, some of the chiefs see his face and send a surprise gaze.

If I'm not mistaken, Chief Brian has shown a ridiculous attitude to the story that Dylan is going to propose this time.

Before the beginning of the meeting, he became dressed with his scales tilted by a single vote of the chief.

Did Dylan also understand that at the time, he sent a spare laugh at his mouth and a small salute to Chief Brian before once again looking around at the gathering faces of the occasion.

"Now before we talk about this one, let me introduce a new compatriot who recently joined us inside. Mr. Ark."

Some look surprised at Elder Dylan's words.

I'm called in, I go in a little bit forward and put my hand on my helmet.

The ponta on his head moved to his shoulder, and when he took off his helmet, a small twirl happened on the spot.

"My name is Arc Laratoia. See you later."

It only takes a simple name, and I give you a courtesy on the spot to look up.

When I was thankful, I moved from shoulder to back so that the ponta wouldn't be dropped, and from back to shoulder again, but several people looked at the sight with a smile.

"This is another compatriot I've never seen before."

"Are you really compatriots with brown skin, red eyes, dark hair, etc?

"It's certainly an elf if you just look at the shape of your ear, but you're wearing a dark elf, he"

"You're more different from us than I thought..."

The ten great elders who take their seats see themselves with their own flesh and state their feelings orally.

To those who honestly utter surprises, to those who doubt that they are the Elves, to those who somehow turn a hot gaze, and to those who would have known beforehand that they would be introduced to this occasion.

With all those different words flying around, Dylan moves on to the next stage.

"In fact, when he and my daughter Arian and another girl from the Yamano people boarded a rescue team ship to the Luang Forest due to certain circumstances, and they went from there to the People's Country, the Northern Kingdom, they were to help one of the royal families of that Northern Kingdom."

Several look back at him with their necks tilted to the content of the story Dylan began to tell.

"Here's a detailed story, but they took on the royal request of the people on certain terms as it were, and did a brilliant job completing that request to help the country of the people"

Speaking so briefly, Dylan took the folded paper out of his nostalgia, opened it and placed it in the center of the round table, pointing to one point.

"It's a simple map, but the country they helped and helped will be this Northern kingdom. And this is the forest of Luang, the place inside the drant of our compatriots."

It was Dylan, who would give an explanation while pointing to the map, but one great elder frowned and raised his face.

"What does this map have to do with the story earlier? I'd like more summaries."

But when he felt the gaze of Chief Brian sitting with a grin in his back seat, his elder clasped his jaw so that he could put his arms together and push ahead without saying anything more.

"Thank you. Now, to return to this, everyone knows that there was a great deal of damage inside the drant in the first place, and we sent a rescue team from Canada, but do you have any idea what it is like to have a presence that has done so much damage?

Once it was Dylan who separated the words and looked at the flashes around him, but no one in particular could pinch his mouth, so he moved on.

As a matter of fact, the man who attacked this drant -- originally said to be a warcraft -- turned out to be a force of man-made immortals.

Many great elders look to surprise at that report of his.

"An artificial immortal (undead)!? You mean it was created by people's hands!?

"Such an idiot!? Did you have the technology to create the undead?

"Wait, wait! How can you be certain at this point that the deceased created it?

Dylan does not answer those voices, those who raise surprises or question them, and goes on to talk further.

"The artificiality was made clear by the information leaked by the executives of the organization that created and used the undead, but the executives came from the cardinals of the Hilk kingdom -- people like the Great Elders who are sitting in this seat where we call it."

The Great Elders, who heard the story, look at each other and inquire with their eyes about the authenticity of the story.

"And this Cardinal attacked the Northern kingdom using a man-made immortal (undead), but as I said earlier, it was stopped by your hands here, Ark. It was at this time that we learned the information, but the state of this people's nation was worse than expected..."

When Dylan put it that way, he wrote a bat stamp on the map with a pen that was coming with the respective countries that bordered the top and bottom of the Northern kingdom depicted on the map, the Kingdom of Salma and the Kingdom of Delfrent, the place that seemed to be its king's capital.

"The Hilk nation had already organized an army of immortals (undead) to attack the King's capital of the Kingdom of Salma. That number is with the great army of 200,000. And this advance party within the 200,000 was also the identity of the unit that attacked the drant earlier."

Chief Brian sighs loudly and meditates as he listens to that Dylan.

I guess it's a known report from the reaction.

But many of those who were now informed on this occasion opened their eyes with one glance, and did not spin their words well.

I can see a reaction similar to that shown by some of the Great Elders to Chief Brian, who has already grasped this story in advance and who must have come to the scene with the realization that it is true.

I guess I can't argue with them showing clear judgment material at a time when they're not turning down what Dylan is going to talk about on this occasion right now.

"Assuming that story is true, you said it was the advance party of the immortal (undead) that attacked the drant earlier? Does that mean that the army will come into the drant in the future?

In response to the question of one of the great elders, Dylan just shut up and agreed.

"Similarly, this capital of the king of the kingdom of Delfrent has been attacked by an army of enemies of the same magnitude as the kingdom of Salma, and has already fallen. This is certainly true of the rescue in the drant, but this Northern kingdom is now under siege from nearly 400,000 enemies from the North and the South."

It was Dylan who went on to talk while showing the map again, but one elder raised his hand with a strange face and honestly said what he wondered.

"I don't know, I understand that this is a situation where we have to save our compatriots, but is the Northern kingdom of this people also part of the rescue goal because of the Lord's story? Is that why?

To the words of one of its great elders, some others nod to follow.

"Let's talk about the terms you offered this country earlier, Ark. The conditions he presented to his country were: 'the liberation of all the slaves of the Elves and the Beasts, the severe punishment of both races for any future unjustified enslavement' The Kingdom of Northern took these conditions."

The Great Elders, surprised by that Dylan story, alternate between this side and Dylan's face.

"I had no idea a nation of people would drink such terms! Rather, what the hell did he do to make that country drink so much!?

He can't help but think so.

Dylan did not explain that he had wiped out or purified 100,000 immortal (undead) armies in the Northern Kingdom.

It was Dylan's decision that if he had so many absurd stories at first, the whole story would lose credibility and the story would not go on, that he was deliberately lying down around it.

"Besides, this condition states that the lords of the people who own this vast territory of the neighbouring country will also accept this condition. I don't want the country that drank this condition to disappear like this. You can say that the two countries have already been destroyed by a legion of immortals (undead) sent in by the Hilk nation. In that case, there are two remaining rulers of the people in this land. To crush them like this will be a loss for the future of the Elves and the Beasts."

As Dylan waves his hot valve and speaks to the Great Elders, Chief Brian also gives a mouthfeel there.

"But the biggest thing this time is that we can use this as an opportunity to weaken an obscure Hilk nation. From the two ruling classes of the human race, he took the words to discuss this Hilk executive, the Cardinal, and the Pope. We can wave big and beat Hilkism."

Several great elders also nodded to endorse that Brian chief's statement.

One of those great elders cares about Chief Brian, but asks him a favor.

"But will the people's kingdoms really fulfill the terms of this one? I am concerned that they may soon flip the foreword..."

The elder next door who made that statement laughed a little and disputed the opinion.

"Then why don't we just show them martial arts that we don't want to rebel or anything?

Several great elders nodded to Cheng Cheng in that statement of hers.

Make a statement there that Dylan will be the last stop.

"In the first place, we can't avoid fighting this undead, whether we cooperate or not."

In that statement of Dylan, many of the great elders face to face with those around them in an attempt to question his sincerity.

"Think about it. It is unclear how the Hilk nation has been able to produce the undead (undead) by artifice. I don't know the details of that evil law, but I'm pretty sure there's something you need when you use it."

So delimiting the words, the indoors are surrounded by silence, and everyone's gaze turns uniformly to Dylan.

But it was Chief Brian sitting opposite Dylan who uttered the following words:

"Corpse, right?"

In that word of Chief Brian, I felt an unpleasant nervousness run on the field.

I'm guessing everyone in this room noticed that.

The immortal (undead) soldiers that we have seen so far are human beings in their contents, and were built as single immortal (undead) soldiers by equipping them with metal armor there.

If we are to assume the necessary materials to manufacture it, we are going to need armor for one person, and we are going to need a body for one person, a human bone.

And if you prepare a wrapped number of human bones, where do you seek their sourcing destination?

If the opponent is Hilk, the first thing that goes up first is the body after the funeral or that is buried in the cemetery.

And it is unclear how many bodies of those killed in wars of aggression like this one, the bodies of the inhabitants of the attacked and destroyed cities, and the manufacture of the undead (undead) will be built every day, but it is not hard to imagine that every time they attack and destroy a city and build a mountain of remains, the Legion of the Immortal (undead) of the Hilk Nation will dramatically increase its number.

It's like an army of immortals (undead) growing into a rat formula.

How can it be said that the spearhead is not suitable for those races after a Hilk nation with doctrines that abuse the Elves and Beasts swallowed up the nations of those around it?

Arian seemed to have noticed exactly that, and she opened her golden eyes and looked up at him.

The other elders make tannic surfaces and look back at Dylan, but they can't immediately think of any other measures besides what he has shown them, and just a few silent moments flow on the spot.

Since it is easy to predict that the harder it will be to deal with it later if we leave Hilkism alone now, it is safe to say that the strategy of not fighting here has been crushed.

And one elder coughed up small and presented a problem in the next fight.

"I know I can't come here and leave the Hilk country alone. That's good, but we've got to figure out how to get the power out of here. You don't have a lot of ships to convoy warriors from Saskatoon and Landfriar, do you?

The Great Elder's inquiry was followed by another voice in response to concerns.

"It's also a matter of transport...... the first problem would be the force of war. Together, against the great army of 400,000 immortals (undead), whether it will reach 10,000 even if we summon warriors from all over our Canadian territory. As Lord Dylan said, how far does it go to work with people?"

Everyone on the spot exchanges thoughtful opinions on the allegations from the two Great Elders.

In doing so, Dylan has corrected the attitude he's been in so far and turned his gaze to himself.

─ ─ Looks like it's time.

"We also have some prospects with regard to those two things. First of all, it's a matter of transportation, but Ark, who's going to be a new addition to this, is going to be in charge. Mr. Ark."

Dylan looks around at the faces on the spot and then gradually sends a signal calling his name.

I nodded at it and immediately tried to activate the magic.

"[Dimensional Stepping (Dimension Move)]"

When his appearance, which was attracting attention, scratched off on the spot, and the next moment he transferred behind Chief Brian, who was in the deepest part, almost all of the great elders in front of him turned their eyes and looked around at the place where he had been standing, looking for himself, who disappeared from his sight.

"Gone!?" "Stupid!

In the midst of many voices of consternation, only the great elder of the Dark Elf tribe of giants, Fangus, who in Arian's story was her grandfather, and Sheikh Brian, who looked over his shoulder and laughed with interest.

"Metastatic magic, or don't be a user since the first chief..."

To the words of Chief Brian, who finally found their place, they were uniformly stunned, perhaps even showing surprise to those who should have been informed beforehand by Dylan.

Is it because what you see and know is still more shocking than what you hear and know?

One of the great elders seems intrigued, and then he throws a question at me with a glance.

"If it's really metastatic magic, it can't be so great! So!? How far can your transfer magic actually fly and how much stuff can you move around!?

Others were interested in that quick-talking question, too, and awaited a response from the other side with their eyes shining.

"There are two kinds of metastatic magic that I can handle: short and long distances. As you can see earlier, there is a constraint on whether short distances are visible, long distances are places we have visited before, and there are clear memories of those places. We've never measured the amount of material we can transport before, so it's unknown."

Explaining in turn to the question of one of the elders earlier, the surrounding people were also listening to themselves in such a way as to be intrigued.

In that, one woman's great elder slowly approaches herself, blinking her lustrous green eyes as she finally strokes "The Holy Armor of Bellenus" with her fingertips, turning her questions upward.

"Hey, can we even move to some different place here right now?

Contrary to the name Big Elder, she looks like she's in her thirties, or her true age as an elf in a neat face can't be judged by just looking.

It was Arian who was staring at her like that and at herself as she was.

There are other "Non!" "Me too!," sends Dylan a gaze questioning his judgment into the figure of those who raise their hands.

Dylan nodded to it once and gave it back, apparently a decision that it would be quicker to make their wish come true once and actually let them feel it on their own.

"Then the three of you will fly beside me... once and for all into the drant"

When a woman's elder comes to this side with a delightful colour in her words, she stretches her finger out onto Ponta's jaw, which rides her shoulder as it is, and gently strokes it.

"Ki-yu."

You liked her fingertips, Ponta is ringing in an untied voice.

And beside myself earlier, in addition to the two other candidates for the hands-on experience of metastatic magic, for some reason, in addition to Sheikh Brian properly, Arian's grandfather Fangas also stood beside him in arms.

Apparently, these five are supposed to fly.

Dylan is also smiling bitterly at how things are going on this way.

We need to remember this indoor landscape because we need to come back here first to take them and fly from here to the inside of the drant.

Thanks to the large round table and the large room with a calm atmosphere, it wouldn't be a problem if I just remembered it temporarily - later I thought of the characteristic landscape inside the drant in my mind.

"Then come, [Transition Gate]"

As the magic formation of light unfolds at its centered feet, the Great Elders raise their voices of surprise by looking at its magic formation as it eats in. Eventually, the moment the room was wrapped in light, the vision was dimmed and another landscape was spreading in front of me when I realized it.

"Ooh! That distinctive triple tree, for sure! That's in the drant!

I look back at this side with joy as I was excited to point to the three great trees that one elder could hold in front of me and the streets that spread across its roots.

The other elder somehow looked around and pulled through a bottle of grass that was growing nearby, putting it in his mouth unconstitutionally and starting to bite.

"... bitter. Apparently it's not hallucinations or something like that..."

This one doesn't seem to have any spare time to observe the surroundings as he talks to himself.

"No, this is really great."

And in the end, it is then Chief Brian who speaks with a full grin.

He seemed sensitive with those long ears to the signs that the hustle and bustle preparing him for war in the inside was coming on the wind as he looked away inside the drant.

That's the same with the Great Elder Fangus, who stands next to him and tries to keep his gaze on his surroundings.

"Lord Dylan will also be waiting, so this time we will return here [Transition Gate]"

He took control of the Great Elders trying to start wandering around as they were, activated the transfer magic again, and now thought of a room in the giant tree tower of Maple, where he had been until earlier.

As if the sight had been a lie earlier, he was coming back to Arian, who was sighing, to the Great Elders, who greeted this one with a surprise in his face, and to the bitter Dylan.

"Bitter......, this metastatic magic is still real"

To say so and whine is the great elder who was taking away the grass in the Luan forest, which is inside the drant.

I was putting the grass I brought home in my mouth again to determine if it was real or not.

"I enjoyed your experience."

Meanwhile, she, the great elder of a woman, whispers with a sweet voice in her ear, looking back at this one with some flush.

"Kiyun?

When I suddenly thought Ponta had a voice that responded to something, I suddenly felt the power pulled from behind and was pulled back so that I could stay dragged.

"Welcome back, Ark"

Looking back, there was Arian hitting the words of his return with some stabbing voice.

"Well, I think this convinced you of the usefulness of his cooperation in terms of transport. Next, in terms of combat power, we intend to borrow the help of Dragon King (Dragon Road). As some of you may already know, Master Felfivislotte is here now."

Dylan's explanation brings the Great Elders to a boil of joy.

"Oh, if Master Felfivislotte can lend me your help, I have no anxiety whatsoever!

"Dragon Lord, can you use the help of the most vicious of all!

"But you've often been fitted with the cooperation of Master Felfivislotte..."

Some reacted slightly more subtly as the Great Elders spoken words of joy to each other.

"... Actually, I had a little problem borrowing your help"

It was Dylan, the person who made this suggestion, who lowered his brow butt with those words.

In that one of his words, the faces of the great elders who were there clouded, and the blurring occurs again.

Dylan has taken their gaze like that and turned a troubled gaze on this one.

The indoor atmosphere was cloudy, and strange voices through the doors reached the ears of the people who were indoors.

'Oh, finally, it's our turn. I'm so tired of waiting, Dylan.'

The moment I thought the Great Elders looked indoors for something, both doors of the entrance opened up vigorously, and a storm struck the indoors from there as a gust of wind gushed in.

"Colour!?

"Kiyun!?

I drop my hips a little and step forward, and Arian turns to his back to keep out the wind.

Ponta was flown backwards for a moment, but as soon as he landed, he stuck on Arian's back with a fierce dash and managed to counter the blazing wind.

When the brisk wind stops in that room, I finally notice two figures standing at the entrance.