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Fifteen years ago,

the former Duke Bleichröder led an expedition

into the Enchanted Forest in search

of a magical panacea,

This makes me nostalgic...

but it couldn't have ended worse, leaving 2,000 soldiers

This watered-down tea.

and the former duke dead.

We responded to the former duke's request and dispatched our army, as well,

but the leader and everyone else...

The corpses of all those fallen have now become undead, specifically zombies.

This is why our Lord has requested that we purify all the undead before they can become

greater undead, like liches.

He's asking us to send troops again?

Who's that guy with the bad attitude?

They just mentioned it, remember?

That's Well's eldest brother, Kurt.

That one's the second brother, Hermann,

and if I remember right, the one behind them is a village chief

who's a close aide to their father.

We'll be handling the task of purification.

The reason we paid you a visit

was to discuss how to handle the monsters we'll defeat during that process.

The Enchanted Forest is our domain!

So it's standard for you to pay tribute

after converting any raw materials from the monsters defeated there into coin!

Yes, and we intend to do so.

Which is why we're here to negotiate the rate of tribute.

Klaus, how much is standard?

I'd say... roughly thirty percent.

Fifty percent, then.

If you can't pay it, then give up and leave.

And what will you do with the arms and armor of the purified soldiers?

We intend to recover as many of their personal effects as possible.

I see.

Hear that, Brother?

They're willing to retrieve our people's belongings.

Let's be reasonable.

There's no need to recover their belongings.

What are you saying?

All of our soldiers are poor.

None of them possess any items worth anything.

So retrieving them isn't necessary.

This guy...

Besides, their funerals have already been held.

Pardon me,

but unless funerals are conducted after the souls have been purified,

they won't give the dead true peace.

I would be happy to help conduct the funerals again after purification.

Could you please back down, "Saint"?

We're impoverished nobles.

You're after the gratuities due when performing a funeral, right?

Hey! Would you cut it out already?

Wendelin, you might be the heroic Dragon Slayer or whatever now,

but are all your men ruffians, as well?

Th-This jerk...

I sincerely appreciate your valuable opinion!

I will be sure to keep it in mind.

Now, shall we begin the official negotiations, Sir Baumeister?

How dare you?!

Are you suggesting any discussion with me isn't official?!

We are here to negotiate with the lord, Sir Baumeister.

Furthermore, you should be more considerate of your tone.

Even if this man is your younger brother, he's still a baron.

You dare speak to me like that as mere retainers?!

I'm hungry.

For whatever reason,

my brother's turned into a toxic client.

The 8th Son? Are You Kidding Me?

What was the head auditor thinking, sending me such an injudicious letter?!

Now, let's begin the village meeting.

Um, before we start,

I've heard that Sir Wendelin has returned to purify our sons

who were left behind in the forest.

What of it?

Listen! That man has not returned home!

He is only here as an adventurer fulfilling a quest!

Once he finishes purifying them, he will leave this land once more!

Isn't that right, Sir Kurt?

Has he always hated me that much?

It was after you left home that he lost all reason.

He's constantly been on edge,

afraid the heroic Dragon Slayer would steal his position

as heir to the knightdom.

But I'd never do that to him.

All right, everyone,

thank you for waiting!

Marlene!

Darling, pour Brantag a drink.

Oh, sorry.

Here, have some.

This is mead made here on our land.

No, I'll pass on liquor tonight.

What? That's unusual!

You're usually drowning in liquor from dawn to dusk.

That's an exaggeration.

Darling, offer Well some pie.

Oh, right, right.

I wish you luck, Well.

I'm sure my own grandfather has become one of the undead in the forest, too.

He was the head attendant, right?

He took good care of me when I was little.

I'll search for his belongings.

What a fine man you are!

Nothing like that imbecile!

Oh, if only you were the heir, Well!

Hey, don't say that so loudly.

Who cares?

It's what everyone thinks!

I think we're about to get caught up in a succession crisis.

It looks like...

The best thing to do is finish up quickly and leave.

All right, let's commence the operation to lure the zombies to us!

One, two!

Hey! Soldiers of the Bleichröder Dukedom!

How could you let 2,000 men die?

Is your military incompetent?

No, no, they're worse than that.

Right, Dunce Dukedom?

You even brought my master down with you,

you useless commanders!

You're rotten and nasty! You're rotten and nasty!

Um, will this really draw out the undead?

Yes, it'll lure them out.

They may not be all too smart,

but they still know when they're being insulted.

Here they come.

They're over here, too.

Now, Elise!

Now to expand the area of this purification spell!

Here come the zombies!

A huge march of zombies!

Okay, everyone keep your guard up!

Right!

We're not doing much.

Come on. Retrieving their belongings is part of our job.

R-Right.

Well, look!

I see one that looks like their boss!

Right there!

Armor and weapons with prominent ornamentation...

There's no mistake.

That's the general commander of this army,

the former Duke Bleichröder.

All done with the boss!

Huh? Are we finished now?

No, there's still that woman's grandfather.

Right, I don't think we've seen the armor

Marlene said her grandfather was wearing.

Her grandfather?

A wyvern.

It's turned undead, too.

Huh? Then why isn't it being purified by the holy magic?

The magic is working on it.

But unlike the zombies, it'll take time to purify it.

Well, here come a lot of nasty-looking ones!

These must be the monsters the expedition killed fifteen years ago.

But regular soldiers could never defeat these things!

Alfred was with them.

That's my master for you.

All right, keep your guards up this time!

Right!

Well, look.

That armor...

It's probably her grandfather.

My granddaughter?

It spoke!

Tsk! It's turned into a damn lich.

She has her husband under her thumb,

and she's living a good life.

I see.

Take care of her.

Honestly, thank you so much.

Now my son can finally rest in peace.

Listen up, everyone!

Sir Kurt has a message for you!

Listen to me. Once the services are over,

you are to hand all of the rusted armor

and broken swords over to our blacksmith, Eckhart!

What? No way!

U-Um, Sir Kurt, we have no bodies to bury for our dead,

so we hoped to bury those in their stead.

What nonsense.

Our territory lacks enough iron.

We'll be reusing those arms to develop this land.

That's what the dead would truly want, is it not?

But that's cruel.

Once the services are done, turn them over at once!

Sir Kurt...

What, Wendelin?

I understand you're short on resources,

but you don't have to take their things.

Do I hear a lowly adventurer questioning me, the lord heir?

Then if you had iron,

you wouldn't need to take away their things?

Of course.

In that case...

I present you with this.

Now there's no need to take away the dead men's belongings, right?

Wendelin...

What shall we do, Sir Kurt?

Leave him be.

He's done with his purification.

He'll be leaving this land soon enough.

We just have to be patient until then.

Thank you so much, Sir Wendelin!

You've done well.

Now we will begin the task of identifying their owners.

We will notify you once our assessment is complete.

Mission complete. Now I can bid farewell to my old home.

Now, I would like you to remain on standby in the Baumeister Knightdom.

Huh?

I'll write a letter to Sir Baumeister myself

so you can go hunting in the Enchanted Forest and other undeveloped lands.

Um, if possible, I would prefer to be stationed anywhere but my home.

Come on, what's wrong with staying there a while?

Huh?

Their mead is superb!

You never drank any, Brantag.

All goes as planned?

Yes.

Oh, Sir Wendelin.

I thought you had left already.

That was our plan,

but we were ordered to remain here until they identified the owners of those items.

Oh?

But identifying the belongings of 2,000 dead won't be easy, will it?

They all look the same, too,

so it'll take some time.

I see.

In that case, would you like to participate in the funerals being held tomorrow?

Funerals?

Now, let us offer up our prayers.

We're so lucky to have the Saint offer prayers for us.

Why is Elise doing this?

Because the priest here is getting old, Klaus said.

I can't believe Sir Kurt wouldn't come.

Sir Wendelin, please have some mead, if you'd like.

Oh, I'm good. Offer it to Brantag.

Actually, Sir Brantag refused, too.

Huh?

Hey, that's...

The eldest brother's wife, right?

Yeah, that's my sister-in-law, Amalie.

Now, let's pray.

Okay.

I'm sorry for not paying you a proper visit.

You've been quite busy, Well.

Oh, pardon me. I spoke out of old habit.

You're a baron now, so I must be more polite.

Oh, I don't mind. This isn't a formal setting, anyway.

Wow, it really is the heroic Dragon Slayer!

Hey, please tell us about the time you defeated that defeated that bone dragon!

I can't believe it's a bone dragon!

What is it doing here?!

Bone, bone! Bone, bone, bone!

Damn! At this rate, the airship will be taken down!

Bone, bone, bone, bone! Bone, bone, bone, bone! Bone!

Um, Brantag, if you'd like, he...

Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone! Bone, bone, bone, bone! Bone!

Bone! Bone! Bone! Bone!

I mean, I could blast it with holy magic?

Bone!

Come on! You're the main character, so put some more spirit into it!

Oh, bone! Bone, bone! Bone! Bone!

But...

Bone! If you don't attack me, I'm gonna attack you, bone!

Why am I playing Well in the first place?

Would you rather play Brantag, then?

Is that what you want, bone? A-Are you sure, bone?!

I'll stick with Well.

Bone, bone!

Bone! Bone, bone! Bone, bone!

Hey, boy, do something with your magic!

Bone! Bone, bone... bone...

Uh, first I fly...

More spirit!

Your kids have really grown.

Yes, and I've gotten older, too.

Those children are all I ever think about.

I hope they can always get along as brothers.

Hey! Are we gonna get some candy?

Hey, this isn't a festival.

Okay, leave this one to your uncle.

Ta-da!

Stir, stir, stir...

Okay, here you go.

What is it?

It's mizuame. Try it.

Um, okay...

Thank you.

It's good!

Hey.

Me, too. Me, too!

Mizuame for me, too!

Stir, stir, stir...

Bye-bye!

Sir Wendelin...

I have a request.

Would you please become the heir of this territory?

What?

I'm sure you've at least vaguely realized

that this is what the people here desire.

Wait, wait... Wh-What brought this on?

This land has no future under Sir Kurt.

Um, a-at any rate,

you shouldn't let my father or older brother hear about this.

I don't care if they do.

I've already made my peace.

But I still want to live as an adventurer,

so owning territory would just be...

So long as you leave someone you trust in charge of the land,

you should be able to continue your adventures.

I've heard you already have a retainer with talent for such things.

You mean Roderich? Where did you learn about him?

If you decide to do so,

then you will have my support, too.

Wait.

I've already been made the head of a different, independent line.

So the royal palace would never allow me to inherit this territory.

Those at the royal palace aren't concerned with such formalities.

What makes you say that?

This is something they desire, too.

The palace?

You're very clever.

I'm surprised a man from these outskirts could reach that conclusion from conjecture alone.

I'm honored by your compliment.

Brantag, what on earth is going on here?

It's exactly as he just said.

Those at the palace want you to become the lord of this territory.