Skeleton Knight, in Another World

I narrow my eyes unexpectedly to the light of the day shining in the sky.

Around me people's cheers gushed as enthusiasm and an unspeakable sense of exaltation dominated the neighborhood, quietly feeling it coming through in a way that shook the ground to my own body, falling and lying down.

Deep in the Canadian Great Forest - Maple, the forest capital, an elf city in an untouched land of people.

Built within that huge city where many elves live, the arena is now packed with many, and its gushing enthusiasm is largely due to the exhilarations of the past.

The exterior of the arena was reminiscent of the famous Colosseum in the circular arena of Rome, but the walls of the outline were lined with upright trees at equal intervals, like columns, and they had a unique landscape that fused with walls assembled as stone.

And against the huge arena stage set inside, the spectator seats set at a height equal to two or three floors high were narrow, and there were many elves there distributed in such a way as to surround the stage.

If it is such an entertainment in the arena, the content will also be determined by itself.

Off his gaze from the dazzling sun, he shifts his focus to being standing beside him with a full grin.

A woman with a large physique exceeding two metres tall. However, from its appearance, she had a peculiar appearance so that it was easy to determine that she was not just a person.

Two curly corners protrude from the side of the head toward heaven in the long blue-purple hair that is swept by the wind; the colour of the grinning eyes is as beautiful blue-purple as the hair, and the pupils are thin and longitudinally shaped to remind me of reptiles.

He had small wings on his back and a rich limb boldly exposing his white skin chest and abdomen to fall out, but wore black scaly armor like heavy armor on other parts, shoulders to arms and hips to bottom.

And from behind her waist is a long, armored tail stretched about her height, with the tip of a beautiful sword-shaped tail dancing to the universe as if it had been scraped out of a crystal.

Dragon King (Dragon Road) Felfivislotte.

As its name suggests, there is no one in this world to line up with. True is what transforms a giant dragon into a human form of reason.

Even if the size of the body changes to a crowd, its power slightly deviates from the scope of a person.

She would undoubtedly be a great force in the next battle against the Hilk nation if she had such an out-of-digit power.

She called it a pastime, but I feel the content was meant to show the people gathered here - the people of the Elves - their power.

In terms of results, it's obvious to see yourself exposed to silver armor painted on the soil on stage in the arena, but it was the victory of Felfivislotte of Dragon King (Dragon Road).

But it's something that I think I managed to fight good for myself, and she seemed satisfied, so I guess I can think of a role I could play.

When I woke up rubbing my painful nasal column, I picked up my blown helmet in the earlier battle and re-wore it so that I could shove my own long brown ear into it.

Drink the Dragon Crown Tree (Road Crown) Spirit Springs beforehand to de-curse your whole body, and I think this simulation battle with emotional ups and downs normal has become quite meaningful to me as well.

Unlike a skeletal figure whose emotional values can be suppressed, in the case of biological flesh unfamiliar with battle, negative emotions, such as fear, are really easier to come forward.

I guess the effect of having managed to hold it down and jump into her nostalgia, such as previous workouts, may be that the way of life in this world has taken root, for better or worse.

With that in mind, I accidentally gazed at Felfivislotte.

She smiles in some meaningful way and walks over to this side.

The gaze moved slowly and stopped with the 'Sword of the Holy Thunder (Karadborg)' that I was in charge of.

"The last blow. Well, you did a pretty brilliant job, there's no way you're serious about that blow, is there?

Her reptile-like pupils narrow and she turns her gaze as if she were after her prey.

I turned to her like that and shook her head with my shoulders flaunted.

"Would that be the same for Lord Felfivislotte? I feel like I've had a lot of trouble, but was it my fault?

When I said that and returned it, she scratched up her own long hair with a pranky grin on her mouth.

"Because if we get seriously rammed up, every single one of these buildings will disappear and disappear... Well, you do the same thing, don't you? Those gathered here must have noticed. Now you're safe to show Ark Han's face, that's why."

Felfivislotte spoke in a good mood about one of the aims of this arena's aftermath.

But that was one of the aims and in the impression I felt during the fight with her, she seemed to enjoy the act of purely fighting.

Instead, I wonder if one of the first aims she spoke of was the thought of the Great Presbyterian Church governing this forest capital Maple.

I was once welcomed into the Elf Lalatoia and belonged, but I am still a shallow newcomer, but if such a person is at the heart of this battle, it will not seem pleasant from the warriors of the Elves who will join the battle.

Although it is forceful, I felt the aim was to avoid insults from others by indicating that I would cross with Dragon King (Dragon Road), the most powerful species.

On the stage of the arena, where you and Felfivislotte stand when you are making such a reflection, a person comes down from the audience with a slight appearance of himself enters the edge of your sight.

The woman, dressed in a coat colored with elf-specific tattoos, with pointy ears and golden eyes on her long, snowy, white hair and a rich limb with light purple skin, came by on a small run as she bounced off its large breasts.

A woman with a peculiarity of a race called the Dark Elves, whose number is never greater among the Elves.

Ever since she arrived in this world, she, a companion who has traveled everywhere with her for a long time, and now a saint of her hometown in the same interior - Ariane, with her golden eyes directed towards the boldly exposed white abdomen of Felfivislotte - has sounded somewhat worried.

"Um, Master Felfivislotte, are you okay?

Her question refers to the fact that she was pierced by the "Sword of the Holy Thunder (Karadborg)" she had earlier in the battle, and I can easily imagine her gaze coming and going between her abdomen and her complexion.

To such Arian's point, Felfivislotte grinned lightly as he stroked his own abdomen up with his hands wrapped in prickly armor.

"We're fine. Oh, you worry about me. I hope not. As I told him, this body of ours is specially made. A few things will leave a scratch. Yeah?

"Oh really..."

Ariane exhaled to stroke her chest down relieved by Felfivislotte's words, this time turning her gaze to this side and her shoulders and talking to her in a whisper.

"Hey, Ark. What's going on? From the top, it looked fatal."

I shake my head small too to Arian, who speaks such a question.

"I don't know either, I don't think it's fantastic because I had a good response... but Karakuri has no idea. Thank you, Dragon Lord. I think it's a unique ability of the human form."

When I said that and returned it, she was watching Felfivislotte wave to the audience with a pleasant grin as she was somehow impressed.

Then there came a small animal flying through the universe from the audience to the grassy furrows, and it caught sight of him coming this way.

She is about sixty centimeters long. It is characterised by a large white cotton-haired tail with about half the body and a dermal membrane held between the front and rear legs, whose appearance glides under the wind is reminiscent of mushrooms and mongases.

"Ki-yun! Kiyun!"

The animal, which belongs to a species that the spiritual beasts and elves, even rare in this world, show their existence with a lovely ringing voice, once swirled over it, landed cleverly on its helmet.

"Whoa, Ponta. What's wrong with you?

"Ki-yun!

Asked as he stroked Ponta's head to see if he had come to labor about himself, Ponta tries to slap Tashitashi and his helmet with his forefoot as if it were somehow indicative of the audience.

When I let my gaze wander over the extension of my forefoot wondering about it, I saw eye to eye with the being that invites this way ahead.

"Lord Arian, apparently you're on call."

When Arian also looked to the audience with his words on his face, he nodded back to them at the end of his gaze to show his consent and spoke to Felfivislotte, the Dragon King (Dragon Road) standing beside him.

"Now, Lady Felfivislotte, if you'll excuse us."

"Oh, because we had enough fun today. I'll let you work exactly as promised.... Ark Han, you and I will play slowly again."

To Arian's farewell greeting, Felfivislotte, who was waving at the audience, looks back to this side and lifts the edge of his mouth to show it.

Her spine stretched when she felt the signs of her spine getting cold for a moment on her face like that.

"Um, sooner or later if you get a chance..."

I put that aside and turned my back on her to leave the arena stage with Arian with Ponta on top of her head, but a voice hung from her that immediately stopped her on this side of the foot.

"Oh, yeah, Ark Han. I thought I'd ask you to give me a message."

With so many words spoken, Felfivislotte frowned at the roots of his eyebrows as he stared at the universe.

I look back at her words and twist my neck slightly to question their content.

"To whom is the word to me?

In addition to her asking herself to speak, it was a word that immediately came to mind of those who were not present on this occasion and who were her acquaintances - those who possessed such knowledge with themselves.

But when she immediately changed her expression to a soft smile, who had been mouthing for a while, she retracted the earlier words by trying to flatten her hands.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll talk about it sooner, and I hope so. Ark Han."

That said, when she floated on the spot, as she had done when she first showed up in the arena, she flew straight over with her little wing on her back spread all over her eyes and disappeared.

Dragon King (Dragon Road) The ominous words that Felfivislotte left behind at the time of his departure - I really don't want to be able to cross swords with her again and again if I can.

From that delightful look on her face, I can easily imagine that the wish would be unlikely to be heard as long as I would continue to belong within the Elves.

The conditions for her participation in this battle may have been quite high for her personally.

"Kiyun?

"Nothing, Ponta"

He leaves the arena stage and goes to the audience as he tickles under Ponta's jaw, looking down from above his head, wondering at his sighing self.

There were faces of the Great Presbyterian Church watching the earlier battle with the Dragon King (Dragon Road) Felfivislotte, and a few of them took a slight waist stance when they saw this side.

I guess even the Elves still don't, such as Dragon King (Dragon Road), who is also the top species, who crosses with her by birth.

The colour of amazement and vigilance seeps into its face.

But others seemed to peek at the other expressions.

Those who show interest and admiration - the first of them to come forward and speak up was the third generation chief, Brian Boyd Evangeline Maple, who binds the elders inside all of this great Canadian forest.

Long ears and green blonde hair characteristic of the Elves, their long stretched hair bound together in intricate colored patterned combinations, coloured with colorful ornaments at the neck, giving a glimpse of their high status.

Such chief Brian raised his surprise while pointing his gaze straight in this direction, which housed Pierce Loch.

"I can't believe what I just saw. Elder Dylan told me, I didn't know if anyone would fight that well against Master Felfivislotte... In the future, when you lead the warriors of the Elves, no one will divulge grievances from the front."

It is the Great Elder of the Dark Elves - Fangus Fran Maple - who is giving consent to Chief Brian, who says so with a slight smile, hammering heavily next door.

Is he almost as tall as himself? Gray hair cut short into a large, robust-looking body, harsh (nasty) face accumulates large scars and jaws, making the atmosphere increasingly harsh.

He seems to be Arian's maternal grandfather, but his appearance was more like a warrior than a great elder, and now he was showing some good mood.

"It's been a long time since I've had a fight like rolling. For once, I'd like to work with you."

When I say that and have an awesome grin, I slap both of these shoulders against each other.

"Ki-yun! Kiyun!"

The vibrations at that time rang all the way over his helmet, and Ponta raised her voice of protest.

Apparently, if they settle for this battle, they're destined to be rubbed from many sides for a while.

In the personal image of the Elves, I tend to imagine an intelligent physical quiet figure in a race that specializes in magic, but I am reminded lately that they are somewhat of a brain muscle species in this world.

But given their predicament, it must be impotent.

It is self-evident that they become stronger in this world, where mighty warcraft has travelled and persecuted even from people.

Turning his gaze to the side as he managed to admire the pressing solicitude from the Great Fangus Elder, he caught the eye of two faces who looked troubled and worthy of such interaction on the other side.

One is Arian's father, Dylan Targ Lalatoia, the elder in Lalatoia where he currently holds his place, and the other is Ibin Grenis Maple, Arian's sister.

Elder Dylan, unlike Arian, was a pure elf clan, dressed like a cleric with long ears and a unique tattoo on her cuddly long blonde hair.

Elder Dylan is the sort of person who embodies the figure of the Elves he imagines, and for now he is in opposite position to a race like the Great Fangus Elder or Dragon King (Dragon Road) Felfivislotte in front of him who would want to cross swords if he remembered in his arms.

That's the way he's been gently bowing his head toward this side and hanging words of labor.

"Good luck, Mr. Ark. Not much time, but you'll still need a whole day, including preparation, to convoke the warriors. Tomorrow, your metamagic is the way to ask for it, so today you can rest in preparation for tomorrow."

Turning her gaze toward Arian, who stood next to him to his words, she turned back to him by tilting her little neck.

"Would it be all right if I took a little look at this forest capital today?

If there is not much I can do with the convocation and preparation of Elf warriors, at this time I have spoken of my hope to see this forest capital, Maple, which can be said to be the center of the Canadian Great Forest.

Once we set foot in this maple, there is no obstacle to revisiting it using the transfer magic [transfer gate], but because this is my first visit, it would be humane to want to look around just a little bit.

Then Elder Dylan turned his eyes to Chief Brian beside him and watched him nod back small, turning a smile to this side.

"I don't mind if that's the case. You can ask Arian for the guide. However, I would appreciate it if you could keep that in mind because we need to inform the factions on the human side of our decision this time."

That being said, when he hit his hand, Arian sighed with both shoulders flapping.

"You can't look around too long, Ark. Remember, Chiyome and Lil are keeping you waiting over there, right?

To her words, I nod and accept the suggestion without one or two.

I do want to take a slow look around the city, but Princess Lil and others will be rubbing their minds.

But there was someone who had interrupted the story with his hands raised during such an exchange.

"Yes, yes! If Alin's going, I'll follow her too!

That being said, it was Arian's sister, Ibin, who tangled in Arian's arms and boasted of the hand he had raised by trying to insist on Elder Dylan.

She is a Dark Elf, just like Arian, but her characteristic snowy white hair is wrapped up in a semi-short that is up to her shoulder length, giving her the impression that she looks more active than her sister, Arian.

It was Arian, my sister, who was nothing else, who raised her surprise at Ibin's words like that.

"What, are you going to follow Sister Ibin too!?

When Ibin's cheeks swelled in Russia to that surprise word, Arian reworded it to scratch off his own words with a method that he waved to excuse in haste.

"Oh, are you following your sister, too? Look, are you okay with getting ready for tomorrow or something?

It's quite fresh to say Arian's slightly embarrassed gaze on this side when calling him "sister" to Ibin. I guess it's because I don't usually call it in public.

As this one looks at such an intriguing look at her, Ibin's tiny, dissatisfied colored eyes cast a sharp gaze, increasingly entangling her own arms in Arian's arms.

Hi, I seem alert to myself serving beside my sister, Arian.

"They're fine with their gear when they go away for a little bit, so they're fine with their usual gear for touring the woods, right? Then it won't take long. It's okay, it's okay. Better watch your sister work, Allyn?

It was Ibin, who took his gaze off the other side and rubbed off in an upbeat mood at Arian for saying so, but blocked Dylan from correcting her statement with a slightly troubled face.

"I'm sorry, Ibin. You've decided not to join this expedition."

"Yeah!? Why!? The next battle is an important one for Canada, right? You should have more than one armed man like me, right? Yet why!?

It was Ibin who raised his protest to Elder Dylan, who was also his father, but Elder Dylan quietly shook his neck beside him and it was her grandfather, Elder Fangus, who answered it instead.

"That's why, Ibin. We will send many warriors, but we will not be able to empty this forest capital. You must lead a guard unit in Maple. [M] Instead, don't worry, Noon is supposed to be in this fight! Wahahahaha!"

"Oh, hey, what's that!? It's cheating, grandfather! That's why your grandfather is in the position of elder!? You abused your authority again!?

"Kuhahahaha, if you regret it, you'll be great, Ibin."

Ibin, his granddaughter, bites at the bent elder Fangus, who laughs in a lavish voice, but the person in question just has a thick grin without looking particularly concerned.

The Great Elder is supposed to be in a position to manage the entire inner realm living in the Canadian Great Forest, so normally there is no work like that done by a warrior that stands out, but it is easy to imagine that he himself will be quite skilled due to signs of awesomeness in the musculoskeletal body of the Great Elder Fangus.

From what Ibin said, this elder Fangus used his position on a case like this one, and he would often go to the front with a weapon.

As my grandfather and grandson argue, I can deduce that Elder Dylan and Elder Brian are apparently a common sight to look at each other lowering their brow butts and laughing powerlessly at each other with a troubled look.

But this is--

"... by the way, do we have to see this conversation settled?

"Kiyun?

To the words I leaked as I watched the two of them like that, Ponta over my head just leaned his neck, and Arian standing next to me was sighing small too.