1000 nin no Homunkurusu no Shoujo tachi ni Kakomarete Isekai Kenkoku

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

The mercenaries burst into laughter at the words.

"Gahahahaha, the jokes are tough, Greggin. I don't think it's you. That's a bad joke."

When one said so, the mercenary next door kept his mouth shut.

"Damn it, we're here because we want a life-threatening exchange. If the evil puppets and other humans gave them orders, they would give their lives!!

But even after they laughed the whole time, the mercenaries frowned that Greggin would say nothing. And I questioned (just) him with the look I said no way.

"Whoa, is that true, Greggin? What could possibly be you have gathered so many people to capture Homunculus on purpose? Well, I guess it's gonna be good money..."

"That's right. Sure, this will be enough to collect, but my share will be reduced!

But when Greggin sighed loudly, he said, trying to stare at the mercenaries gathered.

"Oh, you're right. But you are mistaken a little. First of all, the Homunculus are going to have a party with a few of them. Besides, that's a hell of a power. A woman who changes her figure to look like someone else, a woman who swings the Sickle like a Reaper freely, a woman who becomes transparent, a woman who has an awesome fist (kobu) when lightning strikes. Thanks to ten men, my men were killed in an instant."

The mercenaries sipped at the words, "Oh, my God, those are the only ones with the handles..." but said a question, "But I do."

"Why are the Homunkles rebelling against us humans now? Hey, you all think so, don't you? Speaking of them, they're puppets with creepy golden eyes! He's nothing but a wooden idol who listens to everything humans say. Why would a bunch of them attack us like that? That's crazy!!

Yeah, well, I've never even heard of that before, and Greggin said "hum" and rubbed his jaw at the guys with all their mouths.

(If you ask me, yes. Why now have the Homncrus rebelled...? Speaking of which, there must have been one young man with you on the lady who came...)

The identity of that young lady was that of a transformed homunculus girl. Because that guy sucks.

You did call yourself Full Terra Issi...

I see. That's why he burned the Homunkles.

Yes, the mercenaries spoke to Greggin, who shrugged and murmured.

"Hey, all of a sudden you shut up, what's going on, Mr. Greggin?"

"No, I get it," he replies.

"Thank you, I see the real enemy this time. The homunculus are just being manipulated by a certain man."

The mercenaries raise their voices of surprise at the words.

"Whoa. So, who is that guy?

Oh, and Greggin snorted heavily.

"A young man. Full Terra Issi, a young chick with a woman's face. This is the one who did this joke. Kill him!! That will put an end to the rebellion of the dolls!!

"That's what it felt like."

Issi nodded at Marigold's explanation.

"Totally puppets, puppets and hard guys. I even have to moxify this. Guillotine might be better."

"More than that, Master"

and Plumier smiled and asked Issi.

"What do you want to do now? According to Marigold, it looks like it's time to come forward."

Hmm? Oh, sure, and Issi replies.

"Let's intercept in the square. With 200 opponents, you have to walk down Central Avenue to come to this mansion. I can come from other paths but it's too thin. I'm guessing it's not good for moving around in groups. And..."

Isi did it like a demon, and laughed,

"That guy named Greggin, he seems to be buying this one pretty high, but he's still caught in common sense. He seems to think he can overwhelm this one if he hits it without alarm with 200 mercenaries"

To the words, Alger, a young face, shook his beautiful silver hair and said with some grown-up expression.

"But in fact, it's forbidden to be cautious here, Master Hall. Greggin in particular seems to have warned us that the master is our king. I realized foolishly that discussing the Hall was the most effective way to sharpen Homunculus' will. Then, please, be careful."

That's how Algiers, who comes to grip his hand worryingly, is the face of an age-appropriate girl.

No, it also looked more like a daughter worrying about her father.

"It's okay, you can rest assured"

That's how I shake that hand back forcefully.

"Besides, I'm not the star of this one. Not Algiers or Nahats or you. [M] Not to mention Amarello, even Marigold."

So I stared at the sister-type homunculus, Marlon and Claire.

The two of them take thick books out of a space of nothing,

"We are ready!

"As you wish."

and proclaimed quietly.

Different demons were unleashed from each of the books taken out by the sisters.

How creepy and evil an aura rose from Maroon's, and from one crawl of things, an inviolable, divine glow flowed out to the surroundings.