Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

"To disturb the sleep of this famous nobleman, Jordan Gorgodus, who is to be brought into the House of the Three Societies, the inferior King's people are considered impolite even when they die. Shame on you."

Jordan, a middle-aged man with a small, fat, slightly receding hairline of his forehead, and the governor ruling the region, said so in an arrogant manner.

I'm not that tall. About a hundred and seventy centimeters. All the Noran guys I've seen so far have been big, but not all Norans have a big physique.

Were the three great aristocrats who had virtual control of Nolan? This guy seems to be the relative, but it's not what I found out. Even though I barely know the nobility of my own country, I'm not even interested in shards about foreign nobility.

From what I can tell, there is a sense of electorate. Quite close to the garbage aristocrats I imagined. Typical human scumbag, like incompetent, arrogant, with only bloodmuscle to handle, and thinks subcivilian is livestock alike. The type that often comes up in stories. No, is this guy as good as he can use magic? No, no, you're with me because my personality is like scum.

"Absolutely, the viceroy of the border is only as delicious as looting. Even the pirate is content to call me on top of the undead, even incompetent! You useless bastard!

"Sorry, Gah!?"

I knew it was scum. The jawbeard man who was squatting (quail) at the Viceroy's feet is kicked. The bottom end is not everywhere.

Somehow you saw the circumstances of these guys, too.

He's about as good as the Governor, so I guess he's a deputy sent from the center. I mean, the city of Legendary is not my territory. The taxes collected are sent to the centre and do not appear to remain much in the Governor's nostalgia. But then there will be no taste in the status of Governor General, and there will be no one who wants to be. Piracy is like making up for it, and I guess the center also tolerates moving the military for it.

If the mastermind of piracy is the Governor, then he will behead the Governor. How do you cut your tail to cut your neck? Anyway, did the state cut off a sign that it was not involved, and ended up releasing the Governor's accumulated wealth as compensation? Noran's nostalgia doesn't hurt because even that is the property he originally saved up from looting.

Isn't this generally the place? It's about wickedness.

"Luca, Samantha. Looks like this guy's one of the pirate's former fasteners, but what do we do?

Piracy itself seems to have been around for a long time, so I guess it's a sideline inherited from generations of governors. In other words, the true former tighteners are the Nolan leaders, the Three Sects. This little fat guy like Jordan is just the end of the line. But it's definitely one of Luca and Samantha's enemies.

"Oh, what shall we do? Hey, Sammy?

"I can't see, I can't hear, I can't hear!

"Oh. I just want to do it with you two because you're hostile, but I'll drop you off this time because my sister is in this state. You're on hold until you deal with the Three Sects. Do as the Beat pleases."

Samantha has her eyes closed all the time, her ears blocked and her knees held. Looks like I watch the flicker and the monitor from time to time though. It's not going to go back to normal until it's over. The horror system might not have been good.

... so scared?

"Oh, yeah, okay. Then I'll finish it off in a crisp way."

With the magic of Governor Little Fat, the skeleton's head is rolling off. That returns to its original position like the reverse playback of the movie, and the red light lights up behind the dark orbit.

Yes, it's a performance. The head just has to create a new one, and you don't have to turn on or turn off the light in your eyes. I'm just committed to being a creator. In the first place, I wouldn't lose my mind with that level of aggression.

"Hih, Hih!? Still alive!?"

"What!?"

Noticed chin beard middle-aged screams. No, there's no way the undead are alive. Well, it's not even undead, and I knew I wasn't alive.

Move the skeleton and first crack its chin beard middle-aged head in half vertically rolling to the ground.

"Boob!?"

"That my flames aren't working!? Aren't they just undead!?"

No, because that's why it's not even undead. Even if it looks boney, it's made of planar magic, and a little or softly flaming won't do any damage. It's not even a weakness. Weaknesses are the eagle and the inago.

Governor Little Fat backsteps, albeit a little dull, to distance himself from the skeleton.

"Yeah, it's not dying, but it's unthinkable! Now turn it into ash!

Governor Little Fat sticks his hands out and lets a ton of flames erupt from it. Looks like a flamethrower. Hmm, not quite. There's a fire there, burning down to the body of a cracked chin beard man.

Uh, we'll have to burn the bodies of the other pirates later. It would be a hassle to be a real undead. No, is it easier to carve it and put it in the ocean?

... How about that? Hi. You've been acting like a psycho lately. We need more childish innocence. Like laughing at a bat's leg and taking it away? You can't!

"Ha ha, did you do it?

A breathtaking little fat governor stops magic and crushes, but, Osama, that's a flag. And I'm a Kansai, no, ex-Kansai, who doesn't take off his cock. I can't help but get bogged down if I get huffed.

The skeleton rushes fast to the Little Fat Viceroy through the flames rising from the chin beard middle-aged corpse. An unconstructively shaken song knife cuts off both arms of the little fat governor who was still stretched out in front of his body.

"Gi, gi, gi, gi, gi!? Oh, my arm, my arm!?"

A little fat governor screaming as he looks at his missing arms. But that doesn't last long either.

The skeleton lightly chops off the head of the little fat governor. It's not fun to hear Osama scream.

The head falls and rolls about a meter away. It's not a planar magic skeleton, so I won't rewind and get back to normal. From the body where he lost his head, he lost his strength, falling forward on his knees.

At that time, the blood erupted from the incision of the neck on the skeleton, which had stopped with the curved knife shaken off at the front, became bright red. It's bloody.

"Well, this is a little tight on the boulder."

"Wow, it sounds so undead, but this isn't going to be stylish. Honmon, no?

"You can't eat meat for a while."

"Hauuuuuuu..."

"Oh, Sammy?

Samantha finally passed out. If you're scared, you should see it. But I also know that's why I want to see it, and I can't help but see it. I saw something scary. That's what horror is all about.

By the way, let me make it clear that I haven't taken a leak this time. In her honor.

There are no more signs of people in the harbor. Pirate Ajito is devastated.

It wasn't a vendetta between Luca and Samantha, but now there will be no more damage to the kingdom. One thing settled, congratulations.

But this time I may have just overdone it a little bit. I think it was because I elaborated on the production and manipulated the skeleton over the monitor, but it made me feel like a game from the middle of nowhere. Undoubled action game.

Even if I'm just going to be moving characters, it's real people who are truncated across the monitor. The body was not erased and is still rolling with its organs and blood scattered. It doesn't turn into an item.

Kill people like a game in a safe place without putting yourself in danger. What you're doing is no different from what you do with the three Nolan sects. Rather, I may be of worse quality for a playful feeling. If I do it again and again, I'm not going to be human. I lose something important.

I still want to be human. Remote manipulation is a seal unless there's a lot of room.

"Uh-oh, it's gonna be tough to get out there and clean up the body."

... after cleaning up, that's a seal.