Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“Yes?”

The mysterious gaze of the knight who moved nearby.

But Isabelle insisted.

“Haven't you already confirmed your safety? Go back first.”

“Well... the Emperor's headquarters should be departing soon. ”

“I'll join you in the middle later. Doesn't it bother you to start without me anyway? ”

“But Master... ”

“Go back.”

Isabelle hung up and gave the order.

It was definitely close to being forced.

But the men retreat without further ado.

Her position in the proximal guard seemed to be at least that much.

Isabelle takes a deep breath off her horse as if she were off duty, then slowly walks on two legs.

And I pulled out my knife as if I were raising my hand.

Hidden with the Guards

A cold life blooms.

The flow of air freezes around her.

Sakak.

Despite the elegant and gentle pace of the knights who fought the four Durahans at the same time.

Headed straight for the obvious trap.

Isabelle had to.

Perhaps you can pass on a sign that only the Marquis and himself know.

You see that sign, you bring in your men.

There's no Lee.

The user is extremely unlikely to think the target is the Marquis himself.

Nevertheless, Isabel Simone walks alone to find the mark.

This could be some kind of threat to the Marquis.

Anyway, it's impossible to ignore.

Isabelle Simone is getting closer and closer to the trap as she follows a particular twisted wire.

It's silly, but it's also inevitable for people with feelings.

Walking alone with the Marquis and the promised marker.

This concludes that Isabelle lived day and night.

And then...

“Come out.”

A few steps away from the last mark, she fixes the knife in her hand.

Cold life gathers in the sword.

I don't know where the opposing Pokémon are, but a subtle sensation stops her from walking there.

“What do you know about him? ”

“Didn't you call me here to make a deal? Show yourself!”

I am embarrassed by decisive recitation.

I am a

‘I don't really have anything to say. ’

Tuck.

You ride in the shadows behind Isabelle's back.

She swings one hand to slap the back of her neck, but surprisingly, she feels an instant of attack and dodges a short distance.

Was it too easy? ’

A cold blade grazes the floor while avoiding it.

Steel was a sharp energy that seemed to be cut at once.

‘Swordsmanship.’

Isabelle's white sword and the space I made collided.

The knife, the sword, the armor and her body freeze.

A frozen knife flew inward and sank deep into the ground.

Out in the rain pools.

Hangi froze the nearby bush white as if it were a splash.

“Come quietly. ”

I fainted by grabbing the collar and pulling the back neck lightly.

You seem to be trying to resist something, but you don't give me enough time to make a sound.

Her movements were very efficient and outstanding, but I was able to move at an overwhelming rate that Isabelle could never predict.

"Detection."

I checked my body.

I didn't think I'd regain consciousness for a while.

I hold her in one hand.

I'm going to make a different path anyway, Isabel. I don't plan to convince myself.

‘Starting with this.'

The Grand Rune removed the branded armor and put it into your inventory.

Isabelle... I can't put it in.

Stunned. Stunned. Stunned.

Anything? ’

I went through my inventory just in case.

Mostly weapons, but not for long. I found this guy Isaac told me to keep.

‘There was this. ’

Woohoo...

You open the space and pull out the fluttering silver chain from the air.

The thin chain moves on its own.

A restraining device that binds itself to the right target.

‘A crown of thorns.' ’

The stronger the bound, the more powerful the chain becomes.

An item taken from an Imperial Note.

Glug glug.

It was just a chain, but at the moment of restraint, the handcuffs and armor appear, as well as the jacuffs bitten by the mouth.

The tied woman is buried deep in the dry catacombs.

There is no need to run away.

He's still unconscious, but if he starts moving to get out, there's bruising on his arms and legs.

The chain will be strong enough to lift the torch, or even try to break it.

‘This should do it. ’

The assassination takes place in a small visible location.

That's where it happens.

The world is in chaos.

Judgment is over, and I'm watching.

There is no Isabelle Simone, but the train continues as she said.

Kugu Palace!

There's a sound in my head.

The ground will collapse by now.

A tomb prepared by the Necromancer.

It's a long way, but the field is heavily sealed.

The scene that I saw several times flashed before my eyes.

The ground collapses like a mirage and more than a hundred people fall.

More than ten times the number of undead forces will sink the guards.

The wizards weakened by the Mandara are hunted by five Durahan.

I, Gizgerai, will do even that.

Safe fight without.

Even the makeup is tied here to the Thorn Crown, so the results will appear faster.

The Emperor is dead.

The broken troops are resurrected by the Necromancer.

Assassination is a success.

And then...

I feel it.

I could sense the energy coming from this street.

Dallac.

I decided to let her go, but I grabbed my fist inadvertently.

Do not run away.

Do not turn away.

It's my choice.

Break the chain.

The faint energy that was felt from afar disappears.

Gizgerai,

Dead.

You know how this ends, and you get in the way.

I'm not the reason she's not in this world anymore.

Walk towards neglected death.

I can feel no movement as I get closer.

Even though the veil is gone.

It was evaporated by the fall of the Gray Knights.

The sharpness of the soldiers that are crushed and crushed, emitting manes.

That's the power of the Gray Knight.

I may have seen something like it in Duke or slanderous, but it's black.

모두가

Appearance

Existence and sphere

Do not use

It doesn't speak.

A creature that only kills.

I keep thinking about the Gray Knight in my head and the Necromancer that was killed by him.

Seeing the scene was not as painful as I expected, because I was obsessed with the battlefield in detail beforehand.

The guard is dead, the emperor is dead, and the undead, the Necromancer, are dead.

Not unfamiliar, not painful

The soldiers I led were broken.

It doesn't feel brutal.

Durahan's work is not difficult at all.

The Necromancer does not waver in front of you.

What to do…….

Taking one foot off the ground, moving the next.

Push the ground back with your feet.

Walk forward without hesitation.

‘Water Absorption. ’

Sucks out a faint green glow around the necromancer.

‘Absorption……. ’

Stats and some knowledge flow into your head.

After the absorption of Gizgerai, the green light disappears in the battlefield.

She's the only one who can absorb it.

In the last life, Gizgerai sucked out Leandro with nearly 20 times the efficiency.

A corpse can now only have meaning as a corpse.

3A.

I, uh, look around the battlefield again. Stare at the necromancer in front of you.

She tore me in half.

Look at me.

Can we bring him back to life next time?

I can't guarantee I won't let her die again.

Fighting opponents are people who can extract someone from the world.

Whoo-hoo.

You rummage through the body and retrieve the dagger containing the power of the dragon and place it in your inventory.

Things outside have already begun to pay attention to Gizgerai.

We need to hide the bodies, too.

Later, the Duke will make her think she succeeded in the assassination and escaped on her own.

Maybe we can create a distraction of our own.

I've searched the wizards' corpses, but there's nothing for the wizards that aren't topside.

The weapons from the Imperial Notes are being silenced.

Everything else that was scattered was left untouched and headed for Erastor.

We need to confirm the existence of Rubia.

As long as Gizgerai remains intact, so will Rubia.

I still have anxiety about what I might say.

You killed the pilot and crossed the gate.

‘It's different...? ’

The guards guarding the gates and the guards patrolling the interior have been trained more vigorously than any other world.

Before sneaking past busy people into the fortress.

“Chancellor, how far are the guards patrolling now? ”

“I am preparing to report on your journey on the third hill. ”

“Yes. It was a plan for us to go out and get it right... Isn't it weird that we haven't heard from them yet? ”

“We must have been delayed. Why don't you wait a bit? ”

“No, send a wave to confirm now. We don't have to wait in the middle after we leave Aman. If so, we need to know. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

Do you think he senses something?

I feel uneasy somewhere.

If memory serves.

Perhaps the memory of the assassination of the Emperor was also vaguely transferred.

I hid myself in the dark and followed her for a while.

The Lord in the Black Barbarian was able to ride horses and thoroughly inspect the city.

‘Lord of the three southern cities……. ’

She was able to quickly locate herself in this world.

‘... It's fixed. ’

Run for the grave with a chaser.

She's gone.

The garbage of Erastor would have been gone long ago.

Yublam's not a drug addict either.

Even if you look at the alleyways, they look much richer than before.

The Necromancers have positioned my troops far north of Erast, perhaps because the lords of the three southern cities have changed.

Following a weak relief, I think I need to get away from her now.

I don't want you to get involved with me anymore.

I wanted to hear her voice, I wanted to see her, and I wanted to feel the emotions inside her nearby.

We're keeping Rubia in mind, but obviously not as vivid as she is.

I just wanted to be with her.

Of course.

Her peace is more important than my greed.

There was no hesitation.

Pot!

I abandoned the Sovereign Union as if it had never existed from the beginning and moved to the lord's chambers.

‘... here. ’

Armor is there.

Should I put it on Erastor?

Or do they always carry it around?

Looking at that, the time until now, the favor Rubia showed me, the injustice she had to endure, broke her heart as she recalled a clear smile again.

The sign that she remembers me,

[The servant system is activated.]

Wear without permission

[Visibility is 15% higher.]

[15% chance of finding hazard…….]

[Combat Strength +10%.]

[Stealth +30%.]

[All stats increase by 10%.]

[+15% Def.]

[The effectiveness of reading skills... ….]

Mystery goes up.]

[It is possible to fight against those who are beyond the common sense... ….]

Get all buffs you've experienced with Rubia by wearing armor alone.

I wonder if I still have a faint memory of myself in my dreams.

A cherished full plate.

I don't know what to think when I see it disappear.

Was it a coincidence that she met me?

If it's a coincidence, I'm lucky, and for her....

I wish I wasn't so unhappy all the time.

I'd like to return the favor, but I've never seen her so deeply intertwined with me.

This is as far as getting involved in Lord Rubia's life.

There was one more thing to do here.

Bloop.

I quietly walked down the resistance corridor and went straight to the library.

The Erast Library is mysteriously connected to the basement.

‘This is it.’

A large hourglass that measures the entire day.

The hourglass, like the one drawn on the cover of the 'Magician in the Time Basket', is noticeable.

The hourglass on the cover of the book is broken.

The shapes are clearly similar.

‘The part where the sand flows... Did you say there was a handle in the recess...?' ’

You recall what Rubia said at Red Flake HQ, turning the hourglass upside down on the table.

Smooth and tidy sand pours down.

How do I get it out? ’

Two keys I have in my inventory right now.

That's three.

However.

Even with a gentle squeeze on the watch handle, the worm model does not come out.

I tried to put an entire hourglass in my inventory, but it's ridiculous.

I didn't go inside.

‘What... is this an inheritance? ’

I couldn't figure it out.

But I didn't intend to just carry around the precious keys that I had to collect on my return.

‘The other worm model was unbreakable and hard. ’

Give me some strength and I won't break the key.

You twist the steel part of the hourglass except for the handle.

The ironwork is simple to bend.

Crisp.

It was a moment when the glass was shattered and the sand was pouring out.