1000 nin no Homunkurusu no Shoujo tachi ni Kakomarete Isekai Kenkoku

"This is where we intercept."

It is Issi, king of 1,000 Homunculus girls, who said so.

There are six people surrounding us: Plumier, Ange, Nahato, Amarello, Maroon and Krall.

Marigold is acting differently.

Issi bearded the map of this town on his desk and pointed to one of them.

It is a large square about a five-minute walk from the bureau where it is now.

Sure, I can say it's not a bad place to make a showdown.

"But this one is supposedly going to be small against the enemy. In these fights, Cage Castle fights, the general knowledge that Sairam gave me..."

To Plumier's words, Issi replied, "That's how you think," and then shook her head, "But you can't do that," she said.

"Because if you analyze the power of this one, it's not always advantageous. Alger's Sickle of Reaper, Maroon and Krall magic will be hard to use, and my sword is hard to wield. Besides, we really need to fight outside this time."

"Needed, is it?

to Plumier asking so. As he nodded,

"That's right. Intimidation," he murmured.

Plumier nods "I see" to the word, but the other girls tilt their necks.

But Issi went on with the words, regardless.

"That's intimidating. Intimidation, I suppose. Plumier, while it is absolutely necessary for us to go to war in the future, there are challenges that are difficult to achieve. You know what that is?

She answers yes without worrying.

"So you don't get the soldiers together. We're homunculus. It is also admired by evil beings and the doctrine of Rustell. Of course no one will try to help, and even mercenaries may refuse to be hired."

Correct, he nods.

"We must continue to win this war alone with only 1,000. I'm sure that outnumbering them will never happen again."

War is violence of numbers, theory of numbers.

At least so for the knowledge planted in Plumier.

So, does not being superior to that mean that there is no future in this fight?

The girls look at each other and begin to look anxious.

But the king's voice blew away such a troubling problem in an instant.

"But, well, that depends on the operation. Not a big problem."

"To?"

and the girls raised their voices unintentionally, but Issi continued without a problem.

"Rather, the problem is we simply don't have enough people, anyway. I mean, I can't keep an eye on the whole thing, so I can't stop occupying the town properly."

"It's about time," Marlon says, raising her voice as she arms.

"In other words, it is the soul dare to intoxicate us by knocking them down brilliantly in front of the public. That's your husband."

"Marlon is in the front seat. A statement as to whether you have not listened. Obviously I can't do that. The presumption is a misidentification. Instead, suppressing extra behavior is the purpose."

"Exactly," he strokes his head against his sister Krall, who denies her sister's words.

Does that mean you don't hate not responding in particular?

"Let's at least plant some fear on the town's residents so they don't act extra. Otherwise, we'll get in the way of the next war. That's about it when it comes to what you can do now. It will take a long time to re-educate them to treat you fairly. But that's the story since we won the war against this kingdom."

Oh, and besides, Issi added.

"I want to make this building my new base. The previous fort wasn't bad either, but this building is huge for nothing, and it's luxurious. Caged in this battle, it would destroy less. That's a little wasted. It's a building literally made of blood taxes on humans. At best, let me take care of it."

The next moment I said that, all of a sudden, the door opened all by itself and closed again immediately.

There is no appearance of what came in.

But the noisy smell of flower nectar tickles Issi's nose.

"You're back."

At some point Marigold was standing in front of Isi, wondering if there were any slight signs of air movement in his words.

"So how was it? How's it going in town?

Yes, Marigold had received a special order from Issi to investigate the situation in the town in a transparent manner.

"Yes, the mercenaries' quarters are to the south, but that's where we found Greggin. You seem to be rallying the power of the whole town. Wouldn't it be time to come forward?"

"Oh, another fight." "I'm gonna have arms!," he said, showing Algiers and Nahat happy.

"Have you been able to confirm how many people there were?

Marigold nods, "Of course you do," to Plumier's question.

"Approximately 200 people. Thirty times what we are."

"Hehe, we've been together a long time."

There were around 200 strong (frightened) men gathered in the mercenary pack.

It is the katana of the mayor, Dean, and an emergency convocation order by Greggin, the 100-man slayer, which essentially divides this town from the aspect of violence.

I couldn't ignore that order more than running mercenaries in this town.

"You've gathered well. First, thank you very much. But the first time I tell you, this time the enemy is a mess. Don't be alarmed!!

One of the men gathered quickly threw a question at Greggin, who raised his voice so.

"An emergency call would be a pretty nasty opponent. It's not a lot of money. Just tell me how many monsters it is."

The other men raised their voices to agree.

"Chip," Greggin replied to the voice as he tongued, broken his hip of the story.

"This time they're the evil dolls, the homunculus"