Skeleton Knight, in Another World

"Oh, my God, I didn't know that in addition to Larissa, king capital of Salma, she had even fallen to Lyone, king capital of Delfrent!

Only this Northern king's capital, Soulia, could have returned the invasion of the Hilk kingdom... damn it!

A conference hall in the castle where reports of the fall of the kings of the two kingdoms were reported - Wendri du Blanier, the man who holds the Lordship of the Kingdom of Salma, was the most astonished to hear the report.

Gray hair with a slight retreat to a large, disappointing physique, a sharp glance, the Blanier Border Uncle has an atmosphere somewhere like a samurai, unlike the average aristocratic lord.

What he stares at so absurdly is a map on a tabletop where everyone looks.

Its expanded map is a perimeter map centered around the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Northern, with rough topographical maps describing the locations of the cities and king's capitals of the neighboring kingdoms of Delfrent and Salma, with black squared pawns placed in the King's Capital of the two kingdoms, which ascended to earlier reports.

And the third of its black pawns is also placed in the Hilk nation, which borders the Northern Kingdom to the west.

"Over time, this country is going to be attacked by the Hilks from three sides."

It is the Great Elder Fangus who says so with his white jaw in his arms.

King Asparf shook his head (wearing it) with a loud sigh in his words, showing Princess Lil looking up worried about it beside him.

"Ark, it makes a lot of sense that you stopped the invasion from the west that you approached this country. Otherwise, the King's capital would have fallen and the facts of this invasion of the Hilk nation would have been discovered much later."

It was Arian's father, Elder Dylan, who said that and frowned.

It was Prince Sect who was entrusted with reinforcements by the Kingdom of Rhoden who gave such consent to Elder Dylan.

"That gave us respite to gather here, didn't it? But the world is wide open to the fact that there are thousands of myths and legends in the world."

Prince Sect, along with such an opinion, turns his consciousness to himself as Felfivislotte of the Dragon King (Dragon Road) taking his seat and Ponta over his head.

Felfivislotte just closed his eyes to those words and made it a wind to listen to the conversations around him, and he had a grin on his mouth when he gently waved a long tail with a crystal sword on his tip.

"Let me tell you, just a fraction of the world doesn't know where people live..."

When she opens her eyes thinly, she changes the ambient air with more awesomeness in the grin that was floating with those words, and Prince Sect, who received it, accidentally squeals his throat and stares at her.

Her releasing words and pressure make her realize with fantasy that people are at the heart of the world - I can feel that intention.

"Ki-yun!

Ponta, who was on top of her head after all those nasty signs of her, quickly went down to the other neck and wrapped her ears around her neck like a collar roll.

Having seen Ponta like that, Felfivislotte immediately turned his expression back and laughed prankily, pointing his gaze toward the tabletop and pointing to three black pawns each placed on the map.

"Oh, I'm impatient. For now, if we sweep away the guys who occupy the three places, yeah? Why don't we take Willi Han, who is on the table, and Ark Han, the armored knight there, one place at a time, and clean up the rest of the leaks?

I welcome her with a startling look from the ethnic faction to that overly rugged operation of hers, but by contrast, I was dropping my gaze on the pawn on the map in an atmosphere that was generally a reasonable proposal from the Elf faction.

If Dragon King (Dragon Road) existed, there would be no need for proper maneuvers or anything like that, rather, the main focus would be on how the rest of them would work with them.

If you are indeed inherently good at exterminating a wide area like yourself or Felfivislotte, it is most efficient and least damaging to protrude first, then sweep away the enemy, and then hunt for the rest of the enemy.

But as it stands, it's a matter of where the enemy is.

When I raised my hand and gathered everyone's gaze, I pointed out to them the problem.

"As the enemy continues to increase the number of undead and city dwellers over time as new undead, it is clear that it is best to beat them early. But if I or Lord Felfivislotte were to use my abilities in an enemy city, I could blow everything up, including the survivors who might still be in the city."

This is neither exaggerated nor boastful, and in my case it is possible to wipe out the great army of the undead (undead), as has been the case before, using the abilities of the Heavenly Knight. I personally don't really want to use Heavenly Knight's abilities, but I don't have the option of not using them in this phase of disadvantage over numbers.

However, for high power, fine control is almost impossible, which is synonymous with making the perimeter more accessible.

That would be the same thing for two dragon lords.

Elder Dylan nods at the allegations on that side and takes the white quadrangle pillar pawn placed beside the tabletop.

"You sure do. If they are both central cities of one country, they are quite a big city, like here. There will be many hidden survivors, but if you or Lady Felfivislotte wipe out the city, you can't save them like that."

Once Elder Dylan cut the word there, it was then Elder Fangus who opened his mouth.

"Well, if you're going to use this as an opportunity to wipe your neighbors off the map, sweep the city by city immortals (undead) and you won't rot."

I came into conversation as King Asparv panicked at the meaningful laughter of that fangas.

"That threatens to be a later scourge on the boulder and will not be accepted! Doesn't it make sense that even if this one thing is cleared up safely, it will cause people to have mistrust or disgust the Elves on their side!?

Elder Fangus grins miserably at that king's opinion.

But Elder Dylan, sitting next to him to embarrass him like that, opened his mouth.

"Fangus the Great Elder, please keep your plays around. This is also an operation to build our future good relationship."

Having said that, he grinned at Princess Lil, who was anxiously staring at both of them after complaining.

"Back to business, I wonder if it's reasonable to lay a line in the neighborhood and lure enemies out of the city as quickly as possible and with the city left behind, without any more undead. If you can lure him out, is it the most desirable way to clean it up with this max?"

Elder Dylan presents his thoughts around, while placing two of the white quadrangle pillar pawns he took earlier in front of the King's Capital of Delfrent and Salma, respectively, on the map.

But it was Prince Sect who expressed doubts about Elder Dylan's proposal.

"If your opponent is a large group of unwilling immortals (undead), you will not have to worry about the cage castle, but you will follow the living by impulses that should also be said to be the instincts of the immortal (undead). But this time I hear that the immortal (undead) who is the opponent is clearly moving at the behest of the Hilk nation. Will it work just as this one thinks?

Nor did Elder Dylan give him a particularly upset look in return, and he got the black pawn on the map.

"It is true that the art of deliberately creating and manipulating the immortal (undead) is a considerable threat from those living on this earth. But the conclusion that I've come here to hear from a variety of people is that neither they nor the undead can be perfected."

Elder Dylan circles his gaze to see the reaction around him once the words are separated there.

The gaze of everyone who takes their seats gathers at him, and there are signs of silent encouragement ahead.

"You know that the Undead, by their very nature, possess the remains of evil spirits and evil spirits, weaken them during the day when the Spirit's power becomes active, and increase them by hanging them during the night when they weaken."

To that statement, the elves side hammers each other in an atmosphere that should be taken for granted, and Goemon and Chiyome on the beast side nod to each other small, whether they also grasp it from the rules of thumb.

But those on the people's side saw a uniform look of surprise.

I had the same reaction as them, but fortunately I never got to know it in my helmet.

Elder Dylan dares to flush such a reaction this way and move on.

"But I hear that the undead (undead) who were attacking this king's capital were mostly attacking during the day when their power was weakened and showing motion wandering around at night. Judging by these behaviors, you can be sure that the opponent will also lose control during a night of strength. Too many, maybe it has something to do with it, but the results are the same either way."

Prince Sect, who was listening to his story, nodded small in the wind that he was good at it.

"If you become a large army that loses control every half day, even if you can show some direction and move it, it is not suitable for actions or operations that were orderly... If you want to wipe them out, it's best to weaken them and lure them out during the clogged and moving day," he said.

I refer to the two white pawns placed on the map with Elder Dylan indicating his consent to Prince Sect's words.

"Well, if we think about more enemies over time, we should move as quickly as possible. We'll split the troops in two and beat them simultaneously towards the Salma and Delfrent sides."

So King Asparf, who had been listening in silence until now, pinched his mouth with an anxious face.

"What can we do to protect this king's capital by dividing the power we have in two?

The overthrow of the Hilk nation is also important from King Asparf's point of view, but you are probably anxious that the King's capital, which is the heart of the country, might be disintegrated before the re-invasion as it is today.

But Elder Dylan, dropping his gaze on the tabletop map and doing his hand to his chin, nodded deeply to make it look like he had concluded something after just a few thoughts.

"That will be fine for a while with just the troops that are here now. Even with the re-invasion from the west, we won't be here any time soon. Besides, Lord Terva, the first prince, is heading this way to gather the surrounding Lords' armies, isn't he? Assuming your defense at Cage Castle will suffice."

As he can afford time to re-invade the king's capital, Soulia, he looks to everyone to ask for their consent by advancing to divide the bulk of his power into Delfrent and Salma.

"I don't mind that."

Nor do the others have any particular objections.

"... n"

When Dylan's opinion was adopted by representatives of each of the three factions in reply to their assent, he grinned with a glimmer as he turned his gaze in this direction.

"Tomorrow, Ark, I'll ask you to travel with metastatic magic."

I wasn't surprised because I expected that word.

I decided to go back and forth, but there was only one problem and I told him about it.

"I don't mind deploying my troops with my transfer magic... I don't remember any place in the Kingdom of Salma or the Kingdom of Delfrent that would be a transfer target. As you know, my metastasis magic has to be somewhere I know to travel."

Elder Dylan opened his eyes wide just to his point that he was inadvertent.

"In order to deploy troops to the vicinity of each king's capital of the two countries, we need one to two days to travel there, and if we make that two countries, we need at least two to four days to prepare for the transfer."

Turning to the map spread out on the tabletop, he takes his finger through the journey from Soulia, the king's capital, where he is now, to Larissa, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Salma, and then confirms the position of Rione, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Delfrent.

On the map they are both about the same distance from Soulia, and can you possibly travel one day at a time if you continuously move around a place with a good view?

"Is it like three days to spare a day and get ready? I don't want to give my enemies much time."

Elder Dylan, who was following this fingertip with his gaze, looks up and assumes an approximate number of days, frowning at the root and staring at the black pawn placed on the map again.

Felfivislotte, who looked so funny at how he was doing, lifted the edge of his mouth as he stood up on the spot and leaned over to emphasize with his busty, chest-wrapped arms.

"There's only one way, yes, but is there a way?

That's what she said and she smiled tenderly, tilting her little neck adorably to show