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Armada, Sahan and Pocalor slowly set foot into the city.

The city of Arban, visible to the naked eye, was a great disaster itself. The people who were enchanted continued to work repetitively, losing half the focus of their pupils, and were occasionally drawn to the devil. The faithful who resisted them with enough magic to resist enchantment hung in solitude, decapitating their rebellion against the Horsemen.

And what was worse than the grief-stricken horror was the rapid expansion of the undead army.

As it was the strongest country after Lahim, Arban had a lot of population. With all those Arvans occupied, all those people would have been made into quality undead material. The group takes a deep breath of Margaery, and even after a mere 30 minutes' walk, they find Desknight approaching 100.

“... Whew. ”

Sahan breathes out a hot breath. Margie's existence alone has a negative impact on humans. The inhalation of Margie in the atmosphere was burdensome enough for a person with low physical strength.

In fact, he is currently suffering from 'magi poisoning (inferior)’, which has impaired his cognitive and stats.

“Are you okay? ”

You asked Armada as if you were worried about what happened to him. Sahan forcefully smiles, and walks forcefully.

“You don't have to force it. You have a beautiful complexion. ”

“ … ”

Forgiveness scratched his back for no reason at the end of Pocalor's life, and the more deepening Armada's worries.

I kept walking and suddenly arrived at the gate. In front of him, the Red-Eyed Guard stands guard. Pocalor stops the two of them, and graces the guard with courage.

“Hey.”

“.. Yes! ”

The Mage Guard, wearing a solid armor, looked at Pocalor's face and responded vigorously. The existence of the "Devil" that appeared at every turn, the solemn expression disappeared everywhere and was filled with humility.

Although Pocalor is not well known to Humans, her face seems to have been well known on the Maestro's front, since she is the Devil in charge of 'Caring for the Mages’ for the first time.

“I have to go out and do some work, but can I borrow your wagon? By the way, these are my attendants. ”

His face is dull, but his legs are shaking badly because of tension. But the guard replied, sweating, whether she thought her behavior meant "Don't go against it, I'm in a bad mood."

“Yes, yes! There is no such thing!”

“... Okay, great. Just get ready quickly. ”

“W-where are you going?! ”

With a cautious question, Pocalor glances at him with a glance.

“Huff!”

In that threatening glance, the guard straightens his waist and lets out a sighing scream.

“Why do you need to know that? ”

“… Bobo, I have to report. Anyone who must leave the city gate, even his own kind, was instructed to report to the top and send it...”

Before it was over, Pocalor hit the ground hard with his Manat paw. There is dirt on the earth with a hissing sound.

“Hey, have you forgotten who I am? I'm the ‘top’, so I have to report to the boss... Hah, is he out of his mind? ”

“Ah… no! I'll be right back!”

A voice that is slow to live a chilling life.

The guard gets tired of his complexion and quickly runs off somewhere. Another guard, who was looking at the scene next to him, quickly avoided his gaze and hurriedly followed Pocalor.

“...... You'll be fine once you get inside the wagon. ”

Pocalor, who had just launched a fierce furnace, said with a soft look on his face, looking at the forgiveness.

“.. thank you. ”

“That's amazing.”

Armada strokes his head and cheeks as if he were a peculiar Pokalore.

“Eh-heh-heh-“

Pocalor enjoys her hands with a dull smile. If the guard had just seen this, she would have been so blunt as to have bitten her tongue and fainted.

*

The group climbs aboard the wagon that the Guards brought in, which has not yet been erased by the mark of the Arban nobles.

The interior of the wagon consists of a living room with beds and a bathroom, which is not that wide but comfortable.

“... I'm feverish. ”

Armada, sitting on the edge of the bed, warmed his whole body and touched Sahan's forehead lying on the bed. The shade of her face is full of anxiety, and when someone sees it, they mistakenly think she's sick.

“Can't that be magic? ”

Pocalor, right next to Armada, asks.

“Margaery's pathology can't be manipulated by human magic."

She still kindly replies with her gaze fixed on Saehan.

“So what do we do? ”

“I don't think it's that much of an addiction yet, so I think I can fix it over time. But as soon as we get out of Arban, we'll need the help of the Divine Power. ”

Armada's loving voice, filled with anxiety and affection. Pocalor stares at her like that, slowly leaning against her body. Perhaps it was because of the overlapping appearance of Mother in the past, there was some sadness in her eyes.

“… Huh? ”

Armada is puzzled for a moment, but soon she smiles and strokes her head.

*

The wagon moves as fast as it can, and the group lives in tension every day.

It is okay to run the road between the rare forest roads. However, it was a question of the gate that had to be passed. Occasionally, in a small town, there were some people who didn't know Pocalor's face, and at that time, they had to look suspiciously into their hearts until the Horsemen who were in charge of the city came.

However, there was no crisis of identity, and the group stepped past the cities.

“... Whoa! This is the last time...”

He mutters, looking at Arban's capital, "Arban," which looks far away from the window of the wagon.

She seemed to be very nervous.

“.. you have to be really careful here. If you do anything wrong, you'll get caught right away. It's full of devils or high ranking horsemen, so it's over the minute they spot us. “

Pocalor says the two swallow their saliva and nod.

The three who were silent ended up wandering around the wagon because they were nervous, and the gate of Arban, the last gate, slowly approached.

*

“... Phew... I'll come back for permission once I get there, so should I just stay in the wagon?" ”

After passing through the gates of Arban, PocaIor leaves the bridegroom.

“... It's huge. ”

Maybe half an hour after she left.

Sahan said, looking out the window at Titan, rising like an endless statue.

The ‘disaster’ itself, the most powerful monster that can cause earthquakes near the ground just by standing on the ground. I can see the undead with my own eyes that I've never seen before in the game. What nonsense is this?

“Yeah, by the way, you're okay, right? ”

“Yes. I'm a little better.”

“... thank God. ”

Armada smiles as if it were a relief. However, I could feel the bitterness and sadness of the smile. Maybe it was because I had a feeling that when all this was over, I wouldn't be able to see him anymore.

She looks at her poor, and she looks at her. She was strong in the past. Nothing seemed to shake at all. Arma, who had always been strong and had lived a life as far away from her self, and she had to live with it.

But she has changed. Like this, he can't even say what he wants to say, and he's just in a hurry to look at himself.

“ … ”

Armada looks at the dead with trembling eyes. They looked at each other, but their feelings were different from each other. One was to blame and compassion, and one to love. But now, he felt a new emotion rise again between his guilt and sympathy. But the repressive force, Serzin, refused.

“Mr. Sahan...”

At that moment, Armada held his hand, and at that moment, he seemed to have forgotten that restraint.

And they closed their eyes without anyone having to first, gradually...

“… I'm back! ”

Then Pocalor opens the door of the wagon and walks in. Sahan and Armada hurriedly opened up their streets.

Pocalor was just smiling at them. Maybe things worked out.

“That went well. Let's go!”

“Hmph. ”

“Well, is that so? Hey, come sit down, Porya. ”

With Armada's gesture, Pocalor tilts his head for a moment, slowly approaching her.

* * *

The wagon speeds through the heavy sinking darkness.

“... I guess things went well? ”

Sahan asked.

“Well, I guess I have the authority. ”

Pocalor simply replied. And at that moment, she felt a crisis.

“… wait. ”

However, Magi addiction is not yet neutralized, so I only feel vague because it has 9.5 cognitive abilities.

“.. it looks like someone's following us. ”

Similarly, Armada felt the lack of good fortune.

Zahan nods, and Pocalor looks embarrassed.

“... why... why? I didn't do anything suspicious. ”

“First...”

A huge fist rises from the bottom of the wagon, even before Saehan finishes speaking. The wagon literally shatters and the three of you bounce off the wagon.

“ …! ”

Zahan quickly regained his senses and summoned a Golem of Chloride and an Ice Golem to protect Armada and himself. By Pocalor, the Desknight has already been summoned, aware of the host's dangers.

“... Did you teach them free will, too? Amazing.”

I purposely pretend to be a child. It was because I learned that this is the type of behavior that enemies who do not reveal themselves hate the most.

“Huh? Oh, he just came out on his own. ”

“... you taught me well. ”

Sahan looked around again. Although there are still only a few, they are not ‘many’. Then surely, not the entire order of the Horsemen. Maybe…

“Pocalor, does anyone have a grudge against you? ”

“Hmm? That's it...”

Before she speaks, the earth trembles once more. But this time, the polite fist didn't show up.

Rather than a fist, the beggar knight reveals himself to be more dangerous and poor in quality. Five years, not one.

“...... You were right. ”

Later, I hear a voice that only feels dirty, and a loud footstep. The three of them looked at you.

There, there was a man approaching with four Desknights escorted.

“.. you. ”

Pocalor opens his eyes first, but Sahan strikes first.

The lobe covers half the face, but even that shitty bottom can give you a sense of who it is. The man who once killed himself and dropped himself into a cliff.

Thanks to you, I was able to meet Sahanna and her dragon, but that doesn't forgive me at all.

“… Ellison! What the hell are you doing? ”

Pocalor, whose timing has been taken away, yells.

“What are you doing? I'm just here to kill the traitor. ”

In the words of a native man called 'Eleson’, Pocalor changed his teeth.

“Is there something you want to say, Empress?" Depending on whether you say it or not, you may not be able to save your life. Oh, of course, it's definite that your limbs will be cut off. ”

“... this fucking cocksucker... with a lower rank than Peter, does he really want to die? ”

Pocalor frowns and gives a slow blow to the man.

Alison, who had maintained her composure, suddenly showed some emotional agitation. The red face seems to represent the rage.

“… look at the situation. Death Knight is the Nine. You must have been stupid enough to know the difference... So you must have fought the Humans. Whew... How foolish of you to want to be a livestock of your own. I will spare my life. It would suit four years better to tear limbs and become an Ogre or an Orc. ”

In a similar manner to that of the curses of instinctive and blind hatred, Pocalor tried to run towards him trembling.

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