Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“You don't want to survive? ”

Gizgerai nods as if it were natural.

“Of course. We just have to finish the scenario before you die. Then you start in a much more favorable position in your next life. ”

It's a crazy story.

But the Necromancer ends with a smile.

“Scenario is cleared. ”

Understood.

I didn't understand.

“What the……. ”

Their very existence is bound to this world.

“How can you think like that? If you think of your lives as something you've built so far...! Thinking about emotions...! ”

I'm the only one who comes back.

She's the end of the world.

Does that mean we can use it as a tool for the goal of clearing the scenario?

But it doesn't seem to matter how I feel.

Gizgerai spoke.

“Lena doesn't seem to mind the first reaction I see. Like I said, welcome. ”

“But……! ”

“And this nun here,”

The necromancer stares at the starlight fox standing right next to you.

“I'll only help you under the water once. I don't ask you to do anything dangerous. ”

It was then.

“Gis, who talks like that when you get people all the way out here? ”

The nun makes a grumpy face.

This is the kind of face you'd make when you hear a nonsense.

And...

“If you die, I die. ”

It is also a face that will never give up a step.

“Hahahaha.... ”

The necromancer grins with a big grin.

“The Starlight Fox of the Assassination Bridge, the predator of the Mansion Estate Perseus, and the intangible Masked Master are making strange noises. ”

However, the nun did not seek forgiveness for her feelings.

“You're trying to mess with the world all you want. And you're not gonna let me do what I want with my life? Don't be ridiculous.”

Suddenly, I was embarrassed by her words.

But it is natural to think about it.

< Attendance failed. I never thought Gizgerai would be defeated by those without Empire four-sword, top-shelf wizards...

Red Flake's mission is to prove and enforce the contract.

However.

The nun was much more interested in the safety of Gizgerai than in confirming the fulfillment of the contract.

What she did was not a hearing, but protection as a friend.

< Here, there are some restraining wounds that I care about very much.

I repeatedly remember touching my skull deep inside.

Suddenly, the dark emotions that were mixed in the hand suddenly came to mind.

A fog-like flush scatters over the masked nun's face.

“Even if... even if you do... ”

It wasn't an intervention.

I had a conversation.

“Really, is that the only way? Such as……. ”

Stuttering your mind doesn't catch the right alternative.

I just grab one thing and say it.

“Threaten the head of the Randlers,

Can't you convince him? I think it's worth a try.... You must be Herbert Randler. ”

I don't know what happened now.

Basically, he was a wealthy and elected lord.

He's not that stuffy.

I'm more connected to the one who will inherit the next zero.

It was worth talking about if I still had a little memory.

It was then.

“… Yes? ”

Lena makes a curious face.

“He's a completely different person. ”

“Grassmeer... the lord changed from Herbert to someone else?" ”

I was embarrassed.

I just lost Isaac and Nannau.

You mean that changed even Lord Grassmeer?

I heard the Chandlers took Erasts and Eublams.

I didn't think it would change at all.

“The lord is a man named Chandler Gwyn. ”

“Gwyn?”

It was a name I had never heard before.

“Yes. I know roughly everyone in the Chandler family... but there is no Chandler Herbert. Could it have been... erased? ”

Totally different.

Disappearing at all.

“The Chandlers have lived for generations. It's famous for having so many children, so the Lord may have been transformed by a minor change. ”

I was confused.

In the last world, the Randlers have been invaluable for generations.

‘The shaman's curse... I was so weak that I lost my will to have children...' ’

Only then do I realize the obvious cause.

A shaman.

A shaman who condemns slaves to the bloodline of the Pandeller family.

Belle 'Homet Isaac.

He's gone.

How late did this association come to mind?

House Randler.

The lords of Grasmear.

Consistently with an active shaman

I was sucked out of my life.

Even when we're doing taxes.

Even when leading an army.

Even when we bring the villagers to justice.

Every moment, the life-sucking worm twitched on his spine, and every time he realized that he was a slave.

‘Now... there won't be any bugs. ’

The life force of the Chandler family doesn't need to know humility.

There is no way to think of yourself as a slave.

With that kind of change.

The lord can change as much as he wants.

From the top few.

If the newborns had fought over Grasmear.

Even so.

‘Chandler Hyungbin. Jeddler Herbert.’

The aftermath of my actions led to the complete disappearance of the Lord Rich District of the Great City.

Isaac and Now were directly drawn into the orb in a specified state.

Rather.

There may be hope of pulling them out.

‘But… this……. ’

He's a rich lord with ties.

In a forgotten world.

Clean.

Forever scattered to nothing.

I felt my body getting cooler.

I feel an intuition that there is no going back.

I continued the conversation, feeling a strange dizziness.

“Now... what kind of man is Lord Chandler Gwyn?" ”

“At least he's not a persuasive man. I want you to hang a human being upside down and dislocate his ankle.

Human. ”

The nun, who investigated together, shakes her head excitedly.

“Not in a city that's been forcibly merged like Erastor or Eublam. Seeing Rubia in such a position. ”

“... What about Rubia? ”

Not yet.

I didn't hear right about her.

The plans that Gizgerai and Lena make must be built by Rubia.

The plan was to make her lord in the first place.

"Do you agree?"

Even if I convince him, I have to convince Rubia.

Is this really for her?

“Mr... Rubia... ”

Lena swallows a small saliva with her neck.

“I don't have much time left. ”

* * *

Rubia looks at the desk with her pointy head.

There were no numbers at all.

The exploitation of the common sense Chandler family has become more and more severe.

All the heirlooms and fancy costumes I inherited have been sold for a long time.

As opposed to Chandler's butler, who watches his life closely next to him, his clothes were always worn like a joke.

The meals were also being eaten by the poorest farmers.

I once went on a hunger strike, but the castle's maids and administrators stopped, tear-drying.

“… sigh. ”

Look at the numbers again.

Rubia sighs.

Maybe you should just throw it away if you're going to do this.

Erastor.

Ray Rubia.

Prior to the Chendler merger, an old family heir was proclaimed a puppet named the Custodian.

Knock, knock.

The familiar rhythm knocks on the door.

“Come in.”

The door opens and a familiar young man approaches.

“My lord, I will report. ”

Rubia shakes her head.

“I'm not the lord. If anyone hears that, it's going to be very difficult. ”

“But... Rubia...! ”

“I'm the magistrate.”

“Magistrate… Erastor has demanded twice the number of men to use in this division. ”

“You want money. ”

“I think so. Or already.

The men who went to the military again.... ”

“That's ridiculous. Moreover, if the goal is to get paid, it will be too harsh to take them and throw up the money. No one should have to go through that. ”

“So what are you going to do? ”

“I'll use the ledger. ”

“Yes……? Are you still going to write the names of the children? So... here's the list... ”

“I don't need that. ”

Wrote her name on the military manifest she took from the marshal.

Started.

Broken Pot 19 years old. Resistant Storage)

Rag (same as above 24 years old)

Old Puppy String 20 years old. Equal to above)

I'm 27 years old. Excellent at work, especially. A proposal for the promotion of the military.

Lofalls Grass Leaf 17 years old. The field outside the castle.

Sharp Rock 28 years old. At the South Gate.)

“Oh, Managing Officer... What are you...! ”

“If they don't treat our residents as people, do we need to write down their names? ”

I am naturally concerned about retaliation when I submit this ledger.

What Ray Rubia was more afraid of, however, was forcing excessive military force on those who believed in him and followed him.

‘I wish I'd let you quit. ’

It was painful.

Unfortunately, the lord of Grasmear is not that stupid.

Rubia is the perfect surrogate.

It's the city she's responsible for.

Erastra cannot flee from the city itself.

Except for the blood.

Rubia has long felt a strange attachment to Erasts.

‘I have to butter.... ’

I close my eyes when it's hard enough to throw myself somewhere. I block my ears when I want to sink to the ground.

Then something comes to mind.

My heart aches awkwardly.

A waking dream.

Is this a fantasy?

Psychopathic.

‘I'm a commander... Oh my. ’

No matter how vivid.

No matter how long it takes.

The protagonist of strange memories forever.

He didn't show up in front of Rubia.

A day later.

Rubia goes to Grasmear with her own manuscript.

Twenty steps.

I have no choice but to shrink my body because it makes me feel authoritative.

Sneak a deep breath.

Chandler's Household Member, who set the throne so high.

Ray Rubia looks up and says,

“Twice after finishing a legitimate military service,

Do the soldiers who have been taken have the will to fight? Moreover, he prefers to receive money instead of hassle and training, and he is being so harshly harassed that he can't even slap him with his body. ”

“Hmmm.”

Already over the age of 70, Lord Grassmeer Chandler Gwynn lets out a sigh and sweeps Luvia slowly up and down his neck.

“… Next……. ”

I don't listen to this nonsense anyway.

“Can you hope for…? ”

What's important to a woman is not the talking, but the voice, of course.

“... If so, how could you not run away in need? ”

Above all.

The balance of the body that makes that voice.

It has been so from the beginning.

That's all the value.

‘Perfect. ’

Churgh.

Randler Gwynn is made with raw milk juice.

I put the made candy in my mouth and rolled it.

Be careful not to go over your neck and suffocate.

The snow.

Ears.

My mouth was all sweet.

It was then.

“You stupid bitch! Get down on your knees right now! ”

I always heard the angry voice of a confused child, whether it was the sixth or fifth.

‘First, the fourth is a daughter... …. ’

He asked me to take over the lord's throne.

The second and third murders.

The fifth time I've been out training.

It's messy to think.

Did you take Gwen's silent response as a compliment?

The sixth raised his voice even more.

“The Great Lord needs to work more vigorously! Don't you think you'd do a good job if you let him run the show? Do you blame us for that? Stupid bitch, in no safety! ”

Gaaaah!

“Ugh…! Ugh...! Ugh, ugh...! Oh, please save him! ”

With a whip in his hand, he wraps a sixth collar around it.

The candy in your mouth shatters because you gave it strength.

Twitchy body.

The snow falls into a recess.

There's a mouthful of metal leaking out.

I can still wield a whip as well as the grip I train daily.

“Ugh! Ugh! Father, I'm sorry! ”

“Do you know what I did wrong? ”

“Phew… I don't know…. ”

Puck!

“Ugh!"

The circle that slapped his face with a whip slowly turned around.

“Stupid bastard……. That's why the forces you follow at your age are terrible. ”

Of course, I only know it's about Mahone.

I don't know the exact age

“Hmmm!”

Sixteen sons set up on the stairs, head down in unison.

“Does anyone know what he just did wrong? ”

Suddenly, everything was quiet.

You may be wrong to say it, but you may also have a grudge against six men.

But in the meantime,

An eighteen-year-old son standing at the bottom opens his mouth without hesitation.

“That is……. ”

The young man rolls his eyes between Rubia and Gwyn.

“To the one who will soon become the stepmother

because I spit it out. ”

Some look back at Rubia and nod as if reassuring.

Randler Gwyn asks his son:

“Good. Your name is.... ”

“I'm Chandler Serrabi, Father. ”

“Good, Cerabi. Rubia... Khh! Tell me why I should be your stepmother. ”

“What... are you...! ”

Serrabi answers, silencing Rubia's bewildered cry completely.

”Even though the Erasts merged 100 years ago into the Chandler family,

And yet, they're silly people who still want to maintain their independence. They're still secretly devoting their allegiance to the blood of their predecessor, Rubia. ”

“Mmm-hmm... So? ”

“Everyone deserves to be beheaded, but the Erasthites are your father's property. If you use it without killing it, it's profitable... If you take Rubia, the predecessor of Erast, the Tradition, everything is perfect. The people of Erast accept your rule and become one. ”

“Stop talking nonsense! ”

Eighteen Randler Serrabis secretly looked at a woman one year older than him.

“Absolutely, Mother. ”

There was no one between Serbia and Rubia, so no one saw that look.

Gwyn nods with a proud look, picking up another yuzu juice candy.

A face full of dark mushrooms harbors the last living desire.

Truly the right thing to say.

The symbol of the Cheandler family is mountain sheep.

I've already given birth to more than 40.

Half the women.

There are four dead sons.

‘I... I have to give birth. ’

If there's a fresh kid down there, she can have ten more kids.

A face full of dark mushrooms filled with lust.

“That's right... baby, go get well. Through you, Chandler's family will be perfect. ”

Child

There's Gwin.

Reproductive

Control…