Seeing Little Skeleton walk out of the sedan chair, the old priest sighed with relief and cried out excitedly, "Daddala, Daddala!"
Amid the old priest's delighted cries, the Forest Trolls, who had still been somewhat timid, regained their fighting spirit one after another. Following Little Skeleton, they charged at the female Dark Department Archmage once more.
Carrying his Bone Blade, Little Skeleton dashed nimbly toward the alluring female Archmage, an eyepatch resting on his smooth skull.
"Oh-ho-ho, so it's only a ridiculous Skeleton Warrior!" When the female Archmage saw the Forest Trolls regain their courage, she had thought some powerful reinforcement had arrived. Once she discovered that all charging toward her was a Skeleton Warrior, a low-level dark creature, she immediately giggled in mockery.
Only when Little Skeleton reached her did she tell an Intermediate Swordsman beside her, "Get rid of that ridiculous little skeleton!"
"As you command, Lady Emily!" the Swordsman answered respectfully in a low voice. He strode toward Little Skeleton with his sword raised and a cold, vicious grin on his face.
Unfortunately, before the Intermediate Swordsman could approach, Little Skeleton, whose speed had been fairly ordinary, suddenly sprang off his two little leg bones. Miraculously skimming along the ground, he accelerated more than tenfold. The Little Bone Blade in his hand suddenly shot out as well, aimed straight at the Intermediate Swordsman attempting to block his path.
The Little Bone Blade flew from his hand in an arc. To the Intermediate Swordsman's astonishment, it had already circled around to his neck. Terrified out of his wits, the Intermediate Swordsman abruptly stopped and desperately swung his sword to fend off the Bone Blade.
With a soft clang, the Bone Blade struck the longsword in the Intermediate Swordsman's hand, forcing him a step back from his standstill. Seeing