Knight and Corpses

From the forest, at least ten people emerged.

No, could they even be called people?

Except for the man leading them, the others were wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, limping and moving like animated corpses.

"Wh-who are you?"

The Teacher stepped forward first. Though it was clear at a glance that this was not a group with proper intentions, the man who appeared to be their leader looked like an ordinary Knight.

Red hair and a flawless face — it was the same man from yesterday.

"I am Pars, My Lord."

He introduced himself thus, bowing with a sly grin.

It was a greeting without a single flaw.

Except for the undeniable mockery laced within it...