1000 nin no Homunkurusu no Shoujo tachi ni Kakomarete Isekai Kenkoku

"Father, if this is true, it would be rather troublesome."

The young marshal Salute, who said so in his mouth but still appeared to have just exceeded thirty, caught his lips sarcastically.

He did not take that position solely by the Seven Lights, son of the Duke, but graduated from the Knights School of the Kingdom as Chairman, he was a proud son of Rowville who recognized himself as one of the others.

In fact, he had some verses (fushi) that put some of his own good workmanship and exceptional swordsmanship on his nose, but it was to a certain extent a holding (ginger) that he had with him if he was aristocratic, and his brilliant appearance was enough to rise to the topic day and night in the social world combined.

"Hmm," he nodded as he raised his slightly dull blonde hair.

"The conductor who brought me this is with the one that Dean's side Greggin made me use, right? It seems that this person was supposed to deliver this letter to us in the unlikely event that he had one."

Um, the Duke of Rowville said.

"I don't know the details yet. Details will be available in a few days as we have released our hands' scouts earlier. But you can't be so relaxed. You know why, Salute."

To that question, of course, he answered with a smile.

"Northern states have not yet been exposed to aggression from the Empire, and there are many shameless aristocrats (oh) who do it. In the midst of this, civil unrest, let alone Homncrus's, will give us a chance to misrepresent that there is a problem with our ability to govern."

You're right.

As soon as Rowville rejoices that his son has political talent, he squeezes his expression and opens his mouth.

Then let nature know what needs to be done next.

"Yes, we will secretly head to the town of Zilm and kill all the homunculus. No, just killing them all will leave evidence, so unfortunately, let's burn down every inhabitant of the town who is a witness. Regardless, it can be difficult to kill all the witnesses. Some of you will have already left town. But you can get away with anything if you don't even leave conclusive evidence. Bribery of the King will have to increase more than ever."

While satisfied that Salute had arrived at a conclusion similar to what he had in mind, the Duke of Rowville added only one point.

"It's good until you burn the homunculus and the town without a trace. But don't forget. In this case, apparently a young man named Furtella Issi set the dolls on fire and woke them up. Catching and executing this guy will also be a key point. If we miss, we will not only lead the wicked and plan rebellion against us."

Salute nodded with an abominable look at the words.

"Not at all. It's not a decent human thing to do, such as lead the homunculus who should spit and bow to the kingdom. After we catch him, let's say he dies miserably after torture. In Hell's prisons only our wafers know, as no kingdom will ever find us."

Saying so, Salute smiles with a trance.

He had the sadist sexuality of liking to torture people as a secret that no one could tell him.

I especially like to see beautiful girls and young men wander around in agony.

According to the letter delivered, Furtella Issi is with a young, somewhere medieval man.

(I'm sure he'll ring in a good voice)

Salute anticipated a future of torturing Issi, who led an army of demons, and nodded his tongue.

"Well, you kind of ran chills on your back. Did it get a little chilly at night?

That's what Issi says. Closes the window.

This is the room that the Mayor of Dean once used as his private room.

The other rooms were divided into several homunculus girls to use as bedrooms.

It is not only the members who were participating in the war in the town of Zilm, but also all the Homncrus.

(I was saved in a broad bureau like an idiot)

Just after winning the battle against Greggin's mercenary forces, the Smiles moved out of town by mass teleport.

And he walked the streets of the town and joined the Issi.

The inhabitants, who had seen the end of the battle, were afraid that they could not reach out to the large group of homunculus, but fled back to their homes.

That's how life began in the new hub, but after a few days there is no interaction with the residents.

Well, it would mean we succeeded in planting fear as we aimed.

(For a while, don't you think it's going to hang up...)

Nevertheless, if in time the fear fades, you must come here to retaliate.

Thinking about it makes me feel quite troublesome.

Should I also think of some kind of reconciliation?

"I wonder if it doesn't budge to accept homunculus for just a little while to them"

to that whine, with a beautiful smile from Plumier, who always refrained by his side,

"Isn't that something else?

And he answered: