Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“I've used it a few times, so I expected good results, but to be honest... I didn't think it would be this far.... ”

His eyes slowly sweep me up and down.

“This is beyond rewarding. It seems to be far beyond the power of the dead. Can I ask what happened? ”

“An old friend... helped me. ”

That's all I had to say.

Isaac's remaining inventory repeats itself.

The function as an inventory for storing goods remains intact.

Operation has become much more intuitive and destructive than ever before.

‘The spirits... are gone. ’

I could feel the strange void.

It's not conversational. I didn't know it was in my inventory.

As soon as it disappeared, I felt a white empty sensation somewhere.

‘Maybe……. ’

You feel anxious that Isaac may never be recovered.

The Necromancer's gaze shimmered strangely in my sinking attitude, but I did not dig into the details.

Instead, she glances at Erast.

“Are you... ready? ”

Endless questions.

“Enough?”

“You beat a pretty good one. I heard that the last time you succeeded in military operations, you also gained a higher level of rule. This time,

Is there anything in here? ”

An open and anticipated look.

But...

Nothing rises.

‘Scenario.’

I floated the status window directly into the restlessness.

Tiring!

[Class S scenario, "Ray Rubia" is underway!]

[Level up your rule to level 10.]

[Grasmear, current ruler of the city,

Yublam, Erast]

[Domination ⁄ Lv.9]

‘It hasn't changed. ’

I quickly opened a detailed status window that I didn't want to check.

[Military Achievements achieved!]

Swordsmanship (Legendary Achievement)

[There are no residents of the city ruling among the witnesses.]

[Reputation increases are extremely limited.]

There are only Necromancers, an army led by her, and the ones guarding at the Gateway.

‘They're not going to be able to do it. ’

You shake your head heavily.

“I see. So do the coming ones." ”

I feel a strangely weak aura in her tone.

It's worth it.

If you kill the Marquis without the humans seeing it, the level of change in the rule will be minimal.

But what if he kills the ball in front of the villagers with a famous Leandro?

There's going to be a terrible reversal.

‘Is there no answer……. ’

I was silent.

The Necromancer looked at me with a comforting look.

“Haha... It doesn't have to be serious. It's too greedy to end it all at once. If you don't make it, what are you worried about? ”

“Yes, but I have to prepare for the last one. ”

The Necromancer hugs the half-burnt Marquis slightly.

I felt heavy enough not to wonder why I took the body.

Gizgerai.

She says the end.

‘Lena, Rubia, Gizgerai……. ’

They poured out all their abilities.

Red Flake and the ghost chief of internal affairs.

The biggest obstacle of all.

A bizarre situation with the help of Duke Laurence's disappearance.

Can we make it back here?

If not now.

If not this life, when will there be another opportunity like this?

I try to have hope.

‘There's still time. ’

It feels like the rope is burning at the right angle.

There is a chance that Level 10 will be achieved for the remaining time.

Gizgerai spoke out as if he had read my mind.

“Commit yourself to the lord and rule. Give the marshals their magic.

I'll watch the situation from here. ”

* * *

The night before last.

Susu Susu "• …!

You summoned a translucent light next to the sleeping rubia.

Something close to the sword was floating in the air and it was glowing strangely.

The spirits who sacrificed themselves.

It was a skill, but if it's lack of imagination, it can only be made into a sword.

Goooooooooo...

The sword that floats in the air becomes enormous, filling the other side of the room.

‘It's a little bigger. ’

Lena has been telling me about the situation in the capital every day.

Only an intangible sword that gradually became accustomed to training over and over again was comfort.

Then.

“Huff!”

The man comes through the window and lets out a sigh.

“Amazing.... This is all the power of the sword... ”

Shea looks down at her rapier and looks troubled.

“A few like me won't be able to face them. If we don't take hostages, we won't have a chance. ”

Whoo-hoo!

An invisible sword howls at her, pointing a sleeping rubia to her chin.

It seemed to have been inadvertently empowered.

“Oh, I'm scared. I'm joking. You don't like jokes like this? ”

“What happened in the middle of the night? ”

From the moment I felt her astonishment, I had a very ominous feeling.

Shea Usnore.

I hate the Duke of Lawrence Tartier pathologically, but I'm a realist. Silician.

He can't come to me in the middle of the night without doing anything else.

“It's not unrealistic. Lena just got a warning. ”

An ominous premonition quickly becomes concrete.

“Warning?”

“That overgrown horse bastard who came with the baron. It jumped into the Blue Lion Knights and made a ruckus. The whole Lion Knights will be on the move as soon as they see the Horseman returned alone. Damn……. ”

Shia kicked his tongue short.

“Maybe I should have followed and killed you. ”

Regret is pointless.

If you hadn't let go of the dairy,

I don't know how the Marquis has changed.

Once you let him go.

No matter what you rode, you couldn't catch it with a running metaphor.

‘Unless the top nun in Perseus comes.... ’

However, the analysis of the map grew endlessly.

It's been a long time since I've encountered a nun with the message that Perseus is needed for analysis.

Yeah, but...

‘I thought we had more time. ’

I never thought I'd get into that ear so fast.

I didn't expect it.

I felt like red blood clouds were coming over the bright moon.

You put a level 10 in front of your nose and it's like this.

How did one of the Marquis do it?

However, if the imperial court begins to fully charge, it is also too difficult.

If we wipe out the Blue Lion Knights, the hidden forces won't budge.

If those scumbags in the slaughterhouse start doing tricks everywhere, there's no way to cope.

Do I have to give up like this? ’

You can see the face of Rubia, who has fallen asleep from a heavy workload.

I felt sad that I could not fix the world line again.

‘I thought it would work...' ’

He continues to maintain the level of rule, but is strangely less than 10. I've been trying to move around the clock, but that's it.

‘Sacrilege.’

The finest knights in the empire.

That's enough to reach the capital to Erast. It keeps changing.

We can't expect the level to rise in three days.

Moreover, if you wage a great war, the people of the South will know that it was an extraterrestrial horde that ruled them.

If the undead rise from the earth and they face the Imperial Knights.

What will the citizens think?

‘It's over.'

It doesn't matter how brilliant the ruling Rubia has been.

The leader of a horde of witches.

A great sorceress who deceives all.

The thicker the trust, the more extreme the feeling is when it breaks down.

I think someone's already strangling her, recalling the evil of the humans tangling towards Rubia.

The crisis of collapsing everything that has been piled up over the years, rather than raising the level of rule.

Tearing.

Shia's fingernails bounce off the Rapier Sword and break the silence.

“Then I'll start preparing. ”

“Prepare... what? ”

“Let's bounce.”

“What?"

I almost heard a loud noise.

“You don't have to run to Ember. This is the deal from the beginning. Guaranteed a top-quality hideout. ”

“Gizgerai will come tomorrow after clearing out his men. ”

Even her?

However, Necromancer's decision is quickly made.

Unless the military reputation rises, there is little meaning to agriculture.

It can't be seen by Humans either.

The Invisible is Dance.

To endure means…….

Extremely few

“Convince the lord quickly, too. You're not gonna leave him, are you? ”

Running off to Ember.

Again...

‘Failed.'

I failed.

It doesn't matter how hard you try.

The results are the only ones that tell us.

Failed.

Another stroke is added to already full failures.

‘I've gotten stronger... ’

Once again, the continuation of life on the run.

Hiding and living on a deferral.

The world will crumble and the future will crumble like paper.

When the war breaks out, the Demon King comes down and the warriors show up.

The choice gets narrower and narrower. Again, losing Rubia.

Lost Gizgerai, lost Lena.

Just like old times, always.

Draw tomorrow to return alone.

Stupefied, confused.

I look at the sleeping Rubia.

But we can't abandon her at this moment.

Of course we should be together.

But...

Do you think Rubia's leaving? ’

I watched her every day.

Not a moment's rest.

Think of the three cities day and night.

I have been immersed and ruled.

I did my best, like I forgot to eat or sleep.

I was worried that I would abandon my citizens with all my heart around me.

“Okay... okay. ”

Rubia opens her eyes quietly.

I was filled with failures, so I didn't even realize when I was listening.

She speaks with decisiveness like spitting out a blade.

“I think we should run now. No more fighting with the Knights coming down.

Please don't. ”

I was sorry to hear Rubia speak in that voice.

Leaving her world in front of her is more painful than dying.

“I have enough of those bastards...! You can buy yourself a few days. ”

But Rubia shakes her head.

“Destroying the best knights in the empire will cause retaliation to the villagers. You can't do that. At least... as long as I'm the lord here. ”

“But because of me,

I can't give you any restrictions... I... I'm quitting the lord now. ”

“I'll be preparing to leave the city for the day. Can you give me that much time? ”

“Of course.”

“Enough. Gizgerai said he had a lot to prepare to lead his troops underground. ”

We nod at the same time.

I was sorry and thankful that she would go with me.

It's been a day.

Rubia has spent her last days as Lord.

Gizgerado arrives at Grasmeir, where the troops have been reorganized.

Two days until we reach the Blue Lion Knights.

When a new morning dawns.

Lord Rubia has gathered the people.

In Grasmeyr's Square, she stands alone on a single statue.

Two other cities were also swarming with news that there must be a story to tell.

Although the square is becoming more commercially active and much wider than it used to be, the crowds that count thousands have made the square very narrow.

They all came running out of hand every day.

What are you trying to say?

Are you going to announce the wedding?

Who dares to speak to our lord?

But if you have a child, there will be many wonderful children like the lord. I hope you find a good pillow.

The majority of the crowd is having the wrong imagination at all.

‘I'm worried... …. ’

Rubia doesn't tell you what she's up to until the last minute.

She was always the most modest of all, standing on a single floor without a single attendant.

But it was permanent.

As a ruler, I lived immersed in every moment, so I felt seductive authority and power.

I didn't have to dress up.

Proof of existence alone is sufficient.

As she clears her throat small, the crowd frowns like a miracle.

“Thank you all so much for being with us. ”

The magic of voice-activation that Gizgerai casts mixed in the crowd puts a clear voice in the ear wheels of the slightly accentuated crowd.

“I was lacking, I was often afraid, but I was able to get away with it thinking about each and every one of you. You were my strength, you were my milestone, and one by one was a living empire.

They're proud of themselves. ”

The lord bows his head to everyone from the top.

A small rumble arose.

The lord who showed me miraculous rule was kind and kind like the spring wind, but I had never bowed my head.

Some lord.

Which Earl's nobles bow their heads against the common folk?

In the crowd are beggars of relief, acrobats who spread the squares of the provinces, white or woodcutters for a living, dwarves, prostitutes, poachers, squares.

There were nudists, nudists, women selling breast milk, and wandering fortunetellers who were mistreated in the corner.

Ray Rubia bows to all of them.

“Still.”

Stopped drinking.

The lord speaks.

“I've been deceiving you, from beginning to end. ”

A large sullen area that is not comparable to before is spreading among the crowd, and a faint air flow of anxiety is detected.

“What are you doing right now……! ”

I hide among the crowd and watch, and Gizgerai grabs my wrist, which is embarrassing.