“What are they doing so late at night? They’re supposed to set out tomorrow, right?”

“It appears His Majesty’s wizard has told him that she could move the undead.”

“Is that true?”

“Yes. But she required His Majesty’s participation in the magic ceremony. So that’s why they’re here at this time.”

Oooh…

The gazes of the nobles were filled with curiosity, expectations, and anxiety as they stared at the carriage from afar. They were curious whether it was actually possible to animate the undead with something other than evil black magic or not. They wondered to what degree the undead would move if it were reanimated. Finally, they were anxious at the possibility that the undead might become hostile to the living.

“But His Majesty and the other knights are here, so we should be fine, right?”

“That’s right. There are even beowulf warriors here. It won’t be a problem.”

“Haha. Everyone seems quite worried. Right, it’s not like that ogre is going to eat us.”

Hahaha…!

Everyone laughed at someone’s joke. But unlike their relaxed and bold expressions, the nobles were busily retreating while keeping their upper bodies immobile.

‘I-I’m not joking! What if it suddenly jumps out and starts eating people?’

‘The undead is hostile toward anything living, right? If the King of Maren is actually a member...