My people call me Lady Sigh.

Anyway, I like it, even though I don't know exactly when they started calling me that, or why they called me that. Still, I like it.

As an undead, life is always very boring. By now, I don't know how long I've lived. No, it can't be said to be alive. Because after deciding to become an undead person, I was actually dead.

As a member of the elves, I mastered the art of archery that every elf should master, and after becoming an undead, I gradually learned from other people how to perform simple divination and summon puppets from the remaining bodies of those creatures that only high-level undead can master. At first, I thought that the life of the undead was destined to be very boring, but since being oppressed by humans to the southwest of the continent, I have been caught up in disputes with those three kingdoms every day. It's basically a battle battle every day, so I don't feel bored at all. It's just that recently, I've started to wonder, what the hell is the undead?

I touched my chest, and my heartbeat was completely gone. Probably those who are already dead can be called undead. For example, me. But why is it that even though I'm dead, I can still speak, walk, and think?

Legend has it that the undead have existed for a long time and have built a vast empire. It's just that the undead have been around for far longer than the empire we have built. At that time, maybe I was not even born as an elf. So, in other words, a race like me, which can still think but is called undead, has been around for a long time. Perhaps, it is longer than the existence of these so-called creatures.

History is often written by the victors, and after we have been driven to a corner by those creatures, history can only be written by the human beings who claim to be the victors. In other words, we can say whatever they want about us, and we don't have anything to do. Of course, in the past, it was impossible for us to set foot in the outside world.

However, what we did not expect was the strange distortion of these written histories among the so-called victors. Only later did we realize that thousands of years had passed since we were driven into a corner. And in the past thousand years, these so-called beings have been passed down for an unknown number of generations, and those distorted and distorted histories have been passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth. That's why I've been called dirty twice in a row in this so-called human world.

Dirty? I can only smile contemptuously, just because our gray skin and blue eyes are considered dirty? Just because we are the so-called losers and the undead who are the opposites of life? I'm sorry, I put up with it once, but I can't stand it a second time.

After easily cutting off the head of the outrageous guard, I felt a burst of joy when I felt the fearful but hateful gazes of the humans around me. Maybe that's the nature of human beings, who hate me so much that they can only rely on me to protect them to get to that so-called line of courage.

After this little incident, a few hundred meters after the team left here, the old man insisted on resting until the next morning, on the grounds that he was too tired. It struck me as ridiculous, but I knew he was saying he was going to rest because he wanted to bury the guard I killed because he said something he shouldn't have said. This is a rather strange behavior of these creatures, or rather, these humans. If you die, you will die, and for this kind of stinky skin that has no way to become an undead, it is the best choice to use it as food for the undead beast. But how do these humans plan to return their souls to the earth? I didn't go with them, not because they thought they were blaming themselves, how could I blame myself? Killing a human who dared to blaspheme me was a normal thing. Of course, I don't need to explain anything to them, I don't want to get too involved in this so-called human world. On the contrary, that dark continent is my true home.

At night, I lay alone on the grass and looked at the moon in the sky, and I don't know when the light of the moon became much dimmer. I've heard the humans say that this changed before the abandoned kingdom was conquered by the races called the Apostles. Well, it's very good, a weak kingdom has enough power to change the heavens and the earth. But they still failed, what is the reason why such a powerful country cannot avoid the fate of destruction? Of course I know the answer, in fact, it is very simple, that is, the strength of those apostles is far higher than that of Magellan's kingdom, and much higher.

Funnily enough, however, in the current empire, most people, except for a few, believe that these apostles are nothing more than that. What did they rely on? I wonder if what happened to the Courage Line didn't prove it? Don't they know how much they often had to pay to kill an ordinary Apostolic soldier? But this ridiculous nation only felt that the Apostles were nothing more than that, just from the fake war reports, that although they could destroy a so-called small country, they could not harm the Danmos Empire in the slightest, and even the Courage Line could not be crossed.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance towards the line of defense where the old man was. If the ignorant and ignorant are to know what kind of enemy they are facing, this old man must live. It's funny to say that he was one of the supreme rulers of this country who wanted to kill him, just because he didn't want the real information to pass on to another supreme ruler. Is this what it's called Game of Thrones? Thankfully, at least in my hometown, there's no such farce. Oh, I really want to go back to that barren but quiet hometown.

I don't want to help them more and more now. Even if I knew, I could only do this. I don't want to have anything to do with anyone in this country, but if the Danmoth Empire becomes a paradise for the apostles, we'll have to come face to face with the mighty apostles. I don't think we're so confident that we can stand up to the apostles. Perhaps, only I know that if you want to fight against such a powerful race, you can only match it by concentrating all the forces of this continent.

Suddenly, there was something strange in the sky. When I looked closely, it turned out that next to the moon, which had become dim, there was a star that suddenly twinkled and twinkled. I smiled lightly, it seems that this old man is in trouble again, and it is not the same big trouble as before. I looked at the tired face of the old man who had just come back and smiled, "You're in trouble again." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and became sluggish, and after a full minute, he asked me a little sneeringly, "What's the trouble? Are you going to kill me?"

Kill him? What the hell did the old man think? "Why should I kill you? Oh, I see, do you also think I'm a filthy undead, so the filthy undead can kill if they want to, or do you want to be my puppet?"

The old man hurriedly shook his head and denied: "I never thought about it like that, I was just worried... ”

"Worried about what?" I shouted, "I said, I'm not going to kill any of you for nothing!"

Then, with some amazement, I saw the old man quietly breathe a sigh of relief. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. "Soon after dawn, the man who tried to kill you will attack you again. Now, I wonder if you'd like to work with me, or watch me, a filthy undead in your eyes, fight for you alone. ”

"Cooperation, of course cooperation, I never felt you dirty. It's just, it's just a little scared of you. ”

"Afraid of me?" I lifted my hood, revealing my face. I slowly walked up to one of the guards and chuckled and asked, "Am I pretty?"

"Well, pretty. "The guard's eyes were glazed, but I didn't use any tricks on him. So, I continued, "So, do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

The guard shook his head again. He replied in a very low voice, "But you are the undead." “

It seems that this prejudice will not be eliminated for a while. I smiled helplessly, and didn't want to say anything more, but after briefly explaining the situation to the old man, I jumped onto a tree and was stunned. The undead don't rest, and my eyes are so that I can never close them.

On this night, I watched with disdain as they couldn't sleep in tension, waiting for the dawn to come. It's good to have a group of people who stay up all night with me.

When it was daybreak, the old man did not let the party continue their journey, and in fact they did not do nothing during the night, but built simple circular fortifications. Put those servants who have little combat ability in the safest center. This was followed by a few guards skilled in ranged attacks and the few mages who were on top of the second line of defense, covered by all the wagons and simple wooden fortifications made of local materials. And the outermost part is the strong guards.

I was very unimpressed by this, didn't they know what kind of enemy they were facing, and were these so-called magicians really capable? I had great doubts about it, magic? I had never been exposed to such mysteries, but I knew that the so-called magicians in strange robes before me certainly did not possess the power of solemn mysteries. I subconsciously looked to the north and smiled. Perhaps Izawa is luckier than me, and he will surely see the true power of this mysterious power.

But to my surprise, the old man wasn't in the relative safety of the second line of defense. Or simply with those servants who have no combat effectiveness, but firmly stand with those guards at the outermost level. Although he was very nervous, he had no intention of retreating. I couldn't help but wonder about this: "Why don't you stand inside?"

The Auxiliary Minister smiled indifferently and responded, "If you really want to die, what is the difference between standing here and standing inside? Maybe the only difference is that if you stay inside, you may die later." You say, 'Am I right?'

"You?" I was a little surprised. Your word should be an honorific title in the human world, and at this time, an auxiliary minister with a lot of prestige in the Danmos Empire, and an old man, actually used an honorific title on me?

"Yes, you. What I want to tell you, Madam of Lightness, is that I never meant anything to be biased against you. Over the course of several decades, I have come to feel more and more that our history is not really history. So, since I don't believe in history anymore, why should I be afraid of you who have been tarnished by history? ”

I nodded in understanding. But there may not be many people like this on the entire continent. "Then, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Death, of course I'm scared. It's just that, you see, I'm an old man now, and even if I don't die now, I'll leave this world sooner or later. But now I just can't die. Saying this, the old man trembled and wanted to kneel, but he didn't know how to just sit on the ground in the end. "So, until I find the truth, please protect me, let me return to the capital alive, and tell the old emperor everything!"

I looked at the old man who was sitting on the ground begging me with some amusement, and didn't intend to wake him up. "I'm going to protect you. I said, "Because you alone can give me unhindered access to the line of courage." As for these obstacles, I'd love to see just how powerful you humans really are. But if you don't want to die in vain, stand up in for me honestly, stay with them, and don't be a burden to me. “

The old man looked at me gratefully, and asked with some hesitation, "Then, what about you?"

"Me?" I glared at him in some confusion. "Do you think I'm going to stand inside like you? Don't be kidding, standing inside will only hinder my abilities, so you might as well take care of yourself. “