Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“Mwaaaaaa……. ”

The cat, who yawned and longed, sat down halfway in the shape of the Cat.

He shakes his head slowly.

“I decline.”

Lena was embarrassed by the unexpected rejection.

“Rejection...? So, what do we do? You expect me to chase these guys around naked? ”

It must be done.

Even if I'm not afraid to die.

You can't let someone at Ember fail.

Sharounian shakes his head again. Worried voices echo.

“No. It's dangerous. Think about it with common sense. How am I supposed to make you feel comfortable with that? I don't know if I'm being too greedy. ”

“But it's necessary. You have to be greedy to get the war declared right. ”

The Sharonian nods with a trembling beard.

“Phew... Well. I know."

“... will you do it? ”

“I've never seen you so eager to see me again. You said you wouldn't do it? Stop saying that because there's a way you don't have to move. ”

“Really?"

Lena approaches and gives you a glimmer.

Sharounian nods as if he had no choice.

There's something like this... I've been working on it.

It's an old spell. Recently stabilized for use... Summon. ”

Sharoonians raise their fluffy hands in the air.

Transparent golden light draws wings in the air.

“A little bird dead in the dirt, living in everyone's heart, far and high, without a footprint……. ”

Something seeps into the air like a raindrop through an old window.

Kyorong.

Kyorolong.

That sounds weird.

Kyokyo Lororong.

Opening between the time elapsed and the time to come, a small bird emerges from the air.

‘There's something wrong with the crying. ’

But the shape is definitely a bird.

It's also very small and cute.

Round.

“A bird spirit. I'm ten times more sensitive than a bird. Magic is meant to be used on this one, not you. ”

Summoning and operating spirits.

A story about putting a spell on it.

“Phew... But wouldn't it be too hard to run two spells at once? ”

“Why wouldn't it be? ”

The Sharonian nods.

“But if you don't do anything else, just do this and you'll be fine. In the attic.

Don't ask me to do anything while I'm lying down. ”

The shaman whines with a low wavelength of crying, slowly making eye contact with Lena.

“Thank you!”

I thought I'd give her a pat on the nose, but I was satisfied with Lena, who ran up and hugged herself and rubbed her cheeks for a long time, so Sharonian twitched her tail for a long time.

* * *

“I've got a lead. ”

The Sharonian I met in two days was quite humbling.

“Thanks to what I've seen and heard of him... Duke Laurence has found a place to hold a meeting. A flower garden southwest of the Imperial Palace. It's not a conference room... It's outdoors. ”

“When?" ”

“In an hour. ”

“Then…! ”

“From now on, let's look together. Take my hand and close your eyes. ”

It was the moment I held the Sharonian's hand as instructed. With a mild headache

Lena has a voice in her head.

< This is an order from the President?

< Honestly… isn't the way you command too stupid?

“At first, you'll only hear voices. Once I get used to it, I'll share more information to the golden field of view... ”

Sharonian voices, as if they were being heard somewhere, soon fade away.

Strange voices in Lena's head.

It rang more and more clearly.

< Though his personality was bizarre, he was very sharp in important matters... ….

< being aware of our current situation and issuing these orders or something.

Whose voice is that? ’

< This is not the way to do information activities.

< Internal Affairs has completely evaporated and his right arm, Mr. Haynes, is also missing… It's important to not think about the situation.

Ridiculous. >

< You may have been brain-damaged during training by yourself while you were gone.

< It looks like the damage was solved by looking at the appearance?

< Well... That's right.

Birds can hear you.

A tingly feeling of affluence that had never been experienced wrapped around Lena's head.

Her senses rise in the air and sink deeper and deeper into her.

However, it adapts quickly.

I've flown so many times already.

I pay attention to the contents of the conversation with the same feeling.

Ghosts.

‘He is also faithless to the Duke. ’

Ghosts are clearly less in control than the former ducs. Additional testimony to support the hypothesis of a different personality.

‘The internal affairs evaporation case is still unfamiliar. I think I know the Duke. ’

‘Ghost power has been significantly reduced by less than half. ’

If the other elements are the same.

The Duke is much weaker than he used to be.

Maybe he just showed up again.

But a subtle sense of camouflage was preventing her from making that decision.

‘I have to keep an eye on him. ’

“Now... let's slowly share our vision. ”

The landscape was buzzing and floating in pieces.

The spirit collected visual information of all defenses, which was much more stereoscopic than human vision.

Lena feels a strange tingling sensation as her head continues to tickle.

The landscape of the imperial palace is clear, and the birds are flying straight towards the southwest garden of the imperial palace.

‘You must have memorized all the Imperial maps. ’

It looks like you've scouted the area several times, judging by the skilled Sharonian channels.

‘There was no Shamanian shaman in the Imperial Court. ’

But I never thought I'd be able to move this freely.

Perhaps the duc's emptiness has brought down some boundaries.

The atmosphere of the flower garden was unusual.

Two or three humans coming together.

I notice that I am wandering around without sitting under the hood or approaching anything.

‘... Frenzied Hun? Ambassador?

Three officials who had been confirmed to be on Duke Laurence's side were gathered and bowing quietly.

The first one who sat down frowned and said.

< Annual meetings in these places... What the hell were they thinking?

< People have become completely strange.

I can't even remember what happened with us.

< Is the Duke really right? Are they hidden twins?

<... Did you know about the slander?

< Slightly spilled, but responded immediately to it. If he had forgotten that, he would have tried to kill the Duke.

< As a matter of fact, I'm losing control... I might be able to see it right away. Not many people have come to see it.

The numbers gathered at the Southwest Garden were not one or two.

Attendees arrive with seemingly unusual attendants, so it looks like we can start a war with just the troops gathered here.

‘It'll be a thousand. ’

< Duke Laurence doesn't know what he's doing without taking care of it beforehand.

< Don't you think this will be your grave at all? No matter how comradely you are, if you fuck this up,

We can't be supportive.

‘Clearly... divided. ’

This is the same information obtained from other routes.

The Duke is losing control.

‘The more divided the Imperial Court is, the better it will be for them to stay at Embermere. ’

War should be hand-to-hand.

The more you grind, the more likely you are to end up doing nothing.

Hundred chairs under the hood.

With the exception of the Emperor,

From the Duke, the Imperial Ceremony ranks first.

The top 100 were all here.

Three of the four great chairs sat with a cane by Duke Vibrio and Duke Odwin, an unofficial family.

So 99 seats were filled. Only one spot left.

The seat of Lawrence Tartier, in the center like Boran.

Then.

The sound of footsteps coming under the hood.

Lawrence Tartier appears.

No decorations, no makeup.

The short, black hair from your ears does not sag or sag.

‘He's a completely different person……. ’

It's not just about getting dressed.

The atmosphere is completely different.

But how?

Have you really suffered any brain damage? Or did you overcome the damage? ’

I tried to think it silly, but I've never felt it before.

It felt like I was living in a deep place.

‘Live? No... This is.... ’

The feeling of being cooled down without even thinking of 'killing’ something.

Everyone's gaze is on him.

Oh my, what are you staring at? Why do you keep staring at me? > No one saw Lawrence Tarti, who was throwing the same line and rashly trembling.

I sat down without saying hello.

“You're 10 minutes late. ”

Duke Odwin mutters.

The Duke of Odwin Casamere von Tetion was an old man. But in time, Beigo.

Very few humans can be torn or crouched.

It does not come from the distinctive quirkiness or the mystical character of Odwin Casamere von Tatten.

As a horse master of the past, dealing with darkness and living systems.

It's because all the inner bodies were built to be as vivid as those of the late teens.

Old is just a surface.

Duke Odwin wrinkles his intended wrinkles.

“You must come to this old age.

I wanted to do something, but I had to save time, didn't I? ”

However, Lawrence completely ignored the newly established and imperial guardian family.

“Here we are. I will start the meeting.”

Duke Odwin's face is distorted.

At least four wrinkles seemed to be stretching. Audwin takes pride in abandoning his steeple and taking on the imperial position, and his anger grows.

He gets up from his seat and stares at Laurence.

He looked at Duke Odwin and said,

“You were classified as a neutral wave. ”

“What do you mean? ”

Audwin's air rises with a strange tension.

Odwin, a member of the Capital Guardian family, was also in the foothills of Lawrence Tartier.

The slow swelling of something with mass from Audwin's sleeve is not just about emotion.

Lawrence replied.

“War.”

“The nobleman, then, wants to start a war? ”

“Yes."

In that short answer, Audwin chews his teeth out.

“Then you and your tribe are no longer neutral. I'd say it's a reverse. ”

At the same time, ten people stood up.

It seemed like only ten people were ready to get up as soon as something happened.

“I'll kill you if you go out there. ”

The tension that was strained burst.

“Kuhahahahaha.... ”

Odwin grunts.

The old man's wrinkles twitch.

“I see you've completely ruined my reputation as First World Sword. ”

The tent of death rumbles in front of you from your sleeve.

“Your Majesty……! ”

Despite a few embarrassed shouts, the already materialized darkness envelops the duc's entire body like a waterfall.

‘No way.'

It is absurd that the power of the Empire can reach such a quarrel at a meeting where everyone is gathered.

‘The Darkness of Sargash.... ’

A desolation that even echoes away.

A barren wasteland where nothing can bloom.

Absorption that lasts until time.

Stops when touched.

The Feast of Duc Odwin's Holiday, a dark net that sucks life cannot be cast aside, and the dark venom contained therein actively seeks out the living and turns it into death.

As a landlord and Duke of the Imperial Court, I was a pariah who took care of the guardian family.

The ground that Duke Laurence walked on turned to ash and died forever.

Despite being untouched, there were some who shuddered and felt the dreadful energy of everyone around them. The old man smiled confident of winning.

"That guy... Was he trying to attack from the start? ’

In my opinion, the attack was too fast and ready.

‘It was appropriate.'

After all, the duc is the best thing that can be used in the battle of the transcendents.

There was no way we could resist an attack like this that was taking up space.

And even the moment it touches it stops.

"You'll never move. ’

The attack I was prepared for.

One against the other.

With a one-on-one nature, Audwin is definitely in favor of Duke Laurence.

Maybe that's why you reached out.

But in that moment.

A bright light erupts from the duc.

The poisonous, sticky darkness quickly subsides in a swarm of light, and the old man stumbles back.

The Darkness is gone.

The scorpion-shaped hieroglyphics that formed the Dark Core engraved on the old man's hand were hard and green.

“This……! ”

The dark darkness of Sargash, including poison, burns as easily as a joke.

A frenzied blaze ».

It burns darker and brighter with fuel.

Makes you want to bow your head to the outer diameter even if you cast the Darkness.

“Ilyenne's … Light… I”

Old people are not fools, either.

Knowing that there is no chance of victory, I rush into the darkness and pull myself together.

Seeing it, those who kept their mouths shut spit in amazement.

“How can the duc... shine the light of God...! ”

Cardinal Ilyenne got up and drew a big sign.

“Holy! It's God.

Your Grace! Mr. President, when did you receive your blessing? A true blaze of light that can only be used by the saints! ”

The Cardinal of Light walked towards the duc.

‘No.'

Lena thinks.

‘That... something's wrong. ’

Wobbly camouflage.

without getting swept up in the field.

It may feel clear from the eyes of the Spirit.

"It's not a goddess... That guy was sacred to the Ilien? Malado

That doesn't sound right. ’

I'm not praising Ilyenne.

“Yuck!”

As the old man staggers, Lawrence reaches for his sword, and dozens of thorns rise from the floor while the old man's defense is set to defend a point of entry.

“Khh... Khh! ”

Moreover, Odwin cries out in panic, as if gravity had suddenly increased.

He is plunged into the ground like a storm of gravity, piercing the thorns. The Thorns are the Ancient Man's

You continue to expand and tear Odwin apart at the same time as you plug him in.

“H-how did you... Oh... ”

“Ridiculous……. ”

Illyenne's Wrath.

Gravity Cyclone.

Thorn of Dusk.

Holy magic.

Gravity magic.

And the peak of cursing magic just unfolded at the fingertips of the Emperor's Blade.

‘Crazy……. ’

It's completely misplaced somewhere.

Lena shudders at the glamour.

‘It doesn't make sense from start to finish. ’

Where the hell did you get Ilyenne's blessing?

The Ilyenne Church has always been within her scope.

‘The Duke has never shined his nose there. ’

Ilien would bless such a man?

Even at Azura's Horse Tower, the highest level of magic like that is practiced.

Magic of power enough to kill a former high-ranking passenger.

Who taught you that?

That's completely ridiculous.

‘Ridiculous.'

An area where talent never explains itself.

Most of them were standing still with their mouths wide open, unable to even spit out.

The duc slowly looks at the list he took out of his arms.

“Anti-propagation... Tyrian... Trocomb... coming... Setrag.... ”

It was as if something was floating in the air above the heads of attendees.

I pointed my sword at them, checking them one by one.

It was definitely a ‘knife’, but I felt something else.

The parties took out their weapons to see if they felt it.

“What the hell? ”

“Your Majesty, are you going to fight all of them? Still, it might be a little difficult to do this here.... ”

Cardinal Grey.

When I tried to stop even Yemera's most powerful priests,

The duc looked up at all the attendees, including Cardinal Yemera, from a very high place.

“I'm not gonna fight, I'm gonna kill you... Ninety-nine of you..." ”

The duc looks up into the air.

Don't you dare say anything about a bird's … spirit… sealed with a 'transparent… piece… of… cloth…' in 'Sharu… n.' ”

What the hell?

He stammered as if he were reading a strange letter.

The moment you want to be discovered.

The wind blows this way.

“What, what? ”

The wind blows toward the scouting spirit and the connection is lost.

As you circle around, you hear the sound of bones and flesh crumbling with the last sound of the spirit of extinct birds.

‘I have to tell her right now...' ’