Summoned Slaughterer

"What..."

Stunned by the sudden murder of one, two, three, the same seems to be true of the remaining two-pillar God.

"It's like a kidnapping, I'm sure, but it's a great pleasure for me."

One, two, three speak to the God of the two pillars who do not utter a word without gazing.

"I don't know if I can call my first living... God a creature... but I slashed him. I feel very good. After more than a decade in the Way of the Wu, the more arms went up, the more desire to take life was just to recruit. Like a sword and a magical world? There are demons. I mean, you have a good opponent to take your life from. In temple terms, people's lives would be treated much lighter than in Japan. Sometimes you kill people for a reason."

It doesn't have blood on it, but it wields blood and a knife.

From the feet touching the magic formation, one, two, three bodies can be seen permeating one by one.

"Apparently, it's time for a metastasis."

"Yeah, but can I just let this guy go like this?

The old god with his beard seems to have settled down, but the god of the martial arts sees a rush.

"Well, I don't have a choice. If the metastasis begins, we can no longer do anything about it."

Even while the gods spoke, one, two, three were about to disappear to their hips.

"Gods."

"What?

"I'll see you around. I take more lives over there and fill the world with fear. And I'll come back with more strength. I'll take care of the people who called me first. I hate being forced to ignore my will."

One, two, three had felt a great power swirl within him. The power to kill. And gratitude and anger for those who called themselves in.

Breathe one to make you feel better.

"I'll try to change the world over there by my ethics. It may be a crazy dream... but let's use our powers to spin the world over there, and when we do, we'll figure it out and come back. And let's spin this boring world around."

"Hey, what..."

"Bye."

One, two, three disappeared from this world, leaving a grin that made even the spine of God feel cold.

"We may have dropped off the outrageous after a while..."

And at that moment when the metastasis was complete, a knife running through the sheath was poked at the girl in front of him.

"Huh...?

"You summoned me?

One, two, three eyes at the girl, cold.

"What? What...?

"You! Do what!

Girls who don't understand what's going on and knights furious by sudden barbarism.

In contrast, one, two, three were observing their surroundings as cold as ice.

The six knights surround each other, twisting, one, two, three, and if there is a gap, they set up to poke their spears.

"Hiu..."

The girl finally realizes that she is being poked at the blade, and the look of confusion turns to fright.

"Rude! Who do I care about this one!

I don't know.

Ignore the knight's anger in reply to the throw in his heart alone.

"Answer me. You're the one who called me in."

"Ugh."

"Oh, talk slowly. If the blade accidentally slips, that's all you'll die for."

"Ugh..."

I look around with my eyes alone for help, but the knights are unlikely to answer the girl's expectations. While the knight takes a half-step, just slip a little knife and the girl dies.

"Yu, brave man... I am sure I summoned you..."

"Who are you and what do you want from me?

"I am Immeraria Trier Orson Grande, the First Princess of Orson Grande in this country..."

I started talking to Potspots, trying to keep an eye on one, two, three, but repeatedly being scared that I couldn't.

"Our country is now exhausted in the battle against the vicious suburbs...... So we are going to recreate the ancient summoning magic that was found in the literature of a long time ago...... It was a secret that only those who draw the blood of the royal family could use it, so I, who am particularly magical in the royal family, laid down my role in calling the brave..."

(I see. A summons as a brave man to fight evil, which is common in fantasy? And……)

"Did you lie to me? So who took the lead in this ritual?

"Oh, that's..."

Having seen the color of anger in the eyes of one, two, and three, Princess Imeraria imagined what would happen when she gave her name.

But with the information so far, I can easily deduce to one, two, three.

"You're a king. That would be about it, such as the one who can give instructions to a guy of the first princess's status. A queen, perhaps. It makes sense for your parents to take responsibility for what you've done."

"Ah..."

I thought it was my fault, or Imeralia started to wolf because she looked open.

The man in front of me now realizes that he is not a brave man full of the sense of justice he imagined, but an extremely dangerous person who doesn't give a shit about status, authority or anything, who only sees himself as an assailant.

"Chi, no! This is me..."

"How old?

"Huh?"

"At your age."

"Ah, Ju, I'm fourteen!

A princess who unexpectedly asks me about her age and answers in a hurry, albeit for a moment.

"Right..."

Just a little, one, two, three knives away.

Among some of the criteria in him that are truly selfish is that "parents should be held accountable for their actions until middle school". There are other “criminals have no human rights” and “basically don't listen to what religious and educators say," but most of them do not fit with Japanese laws and customs, and one of the reasons why 123 is stressful with Jiri.

"So it's your parents you should kill."

"What..."

At that moment, one, two, three waves the knife without turning around.

Seeing a gap formed, the knight behind him, aiming for an unintentional blow, fell without even being able to speak, spraying a red blood tide from the gap in the neck of the armor.

"If you sprinkle so much killing, even if you don't like it, you'll see. You immatures."

Soon, the cut was back to Imeralia's throat again. It's like you haven't moved it from there, to the exact same place.

That, with only one slash, the remaining knight takes his breath and his legs dull.

Among the castle services, they are among the elites present in this ritual, and they are among the top groups in the country by placing them in sword moves.

But one, two, three sword lines could not be pursued with his eyes as one. On the contrary, I couldn't even realize when the knife had left Imeraria.

One, two, three swordsmanship also increases the consternation of the knights.

The swords and spears they use are built to slap them and cut them off with weight and momentum. With a thin, thin knife, like the Japanese knife with one, two or three, Imeraria, who wore only costumes for thin rituals, did not expect to be heavily scratched by herself in armor.

For one, two, three, who also repaired armored swordsmanship on the battlefield, targeting steeples through gaps in armor was common sense, but we do not understand each other's cultural differences.

Whether unintentional or not, the dead knight proved with his own life that strength is certainly too much as a brave man.

"You!

An exasperated knight absurds his voice, but he cannot step out of it.

One, two, three are very calm.

"If you want to die, step in. She's the only one who can help you."

Lower the knife and provoke it as you quietly look around.

At that moment, the five remaining knights pounded simultaneously.

Spears rolled out in breath from the front and sides, from behind, but not even on one, two, or three.

"… conversion method"

Crushing, one, two, three moved beside one knight as he rotated to let his body slide, putting his hand on its arm to stroke.

My companion's spear is freshly poked by a knight who has been repositioned with one, two, three as if to dance.

"Gu... ha"

Most are caught in armor, but one pierces through the armor's connections and is torn in the neck with a knife of one, two or three in a flickered gap.

A knight whose movement was stopped by stabbing his companion also dies in the next moment with his brain pierced from his eyes.

Instantly losing two, the remaining three knights distance themselves to regain their posture.

"Weak"

One, two, three threw up.

"It's the castle's xysama, isn't it? Thought you might be a little more responsive..."

"Gu..."

"Do you still want to do this?

"You're not the only one who can forgive me!

Denied their strength as knights, they were no longer dominated by killing one, two, three more than by protecting the princess.

One, two, three go through the poking and punching of short spears that are rolled out at the same time with light footsteps as if they were even walking.

And one was taken a protruding spear and his throat was slit where he had collapsed, and one was kneeling with his stepped knee trampled from behind, inserted with a knife in his cervical spine.

The last one was slapped on the pinky finger with a knife patterned ass where he waved his spear in a big swing and nodded holding his right hand.

"It's over."

One, two, three pierced his heart by poking a knife from his empty side, pointing the bloodwet blade at Imeraria again.

Imeraria, who had placed absolute trust in the strength of the Kingsguard knights, could not watch the knights sink into the sea of blood in a few moments. I couldn't believe it.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

"Now let me show you to your parents."

He said he had killed many people, but one, two, three spoke in a state of nothingness, and slowly delivered the sword to the sheath.

At the head of the princess, walk in the castle.

Servants and knights watching faraway, but no one spoke. An unfamiliar young man, to a princess who looks disgusted. Nobody and he can't grasp the situation.

One, two, three were summoned. That room locked the knight's body unattended, so what happened in that room is not yet known to anyone. Only that the servants are kept away and that something important is done is conveyed to most of those who work in the castle.

(Nice building. Like I've seen on the internet before, you keep the image of a Western castle)

We will gather information while only moving our gaze.

(People like servants, mostly hemp clothes? Is it still the medieval level of culture we used to call it in the previous world? Imeraria clothes seem to use a lot of good fabric......)

While walking, one, two, three, I thought, decided to try and see the attribute magic of darkness received before the transfer. Predictions had been made that the discomfort in the body would probably be magic since after the metastasis.

When I float the image of collecting magic into my left hand, something like black mist emerges from my left hand.

(When it comes to dark magic...)

Consolidate the image of using magic, recalling a novel I called somewhere before.

A black circle about 20 cm in diameter floated in front of me, and one, two, three tried to insert a knife there.

(I could put it in. And then...)

On his right hand, turned behind his hips, he floats an image of grabbing a knife from the back of the darkness. When I squeezed it, I felt the pattern firmly in my hand.

(You don't have to look. It's retrievable. You can really do what you think.)

With such an experiment, Imeraria, frightened as she sounded the hard sound of her heels before walking one, two, three without making footsteps, was unable to organize the thought of going around.

Can I take him to the king who is my father as he is?

Or should we just take him somewhere else like this?

Take him. Then what?

When you find out you cheated, what are you gonna do?

No, for being murdered, and then what?

After all, doesn't anyone catch the castle and end up at my father's?

"Why am I doing this..."

He meant to whine in such a small voice that no one could hear him, but he sounded like a quiet companion.

"There's only one answer for that in you."

"Huh?"

I accidentally turn to a response I didn't expect to have.

"In the end, whoever did it or did it will have to accept the results. It doesn't matter if it was malicious there, if it was profitable, if it was pleasing or hurtful. There's just action and consequences."

In that word, my head is filled with thought again.

"Everything you do bounces back on you. There's no point in asking for a cause other than your actions."

One, two, three words had at some point reached the front between glances while they disturbed the midst of Immelalia. I suppose the king awaits the coming of the brave in this.

A knight who knew nothing greeted him with a smile.

"Princess, this is the example..."

"Yes, I'd like to introduce you to my father. Please open the door."

Having come this far, Imeralia was ready for one thing. The word to the knight is also, unlike earlier, calm.

Between the sights, there were people on the stage who seemed to be queens and princes, mainly kings, and knights and clerks lined up sloppily on both sides of the room.

One, two, three, who had a knife in the subtle darkness, stepped into the room following Imeraria without being blamed.

Before the king, at a distance of about five meters, Imeraria stops. One, two, three stood behind that diagonal. Some people frown at not kneeling, but they don't care.

And it came to pass, when Immelalia had praised him, that the king opened his mouth.

"Imeraria, is that the brave one?

But it wasn't the princess who answered that.

No, there's no such thing as a brave man.

One, two, three look straight into the king's eyes.

"It would be disrespectful! Don't speak up without the king's permission!

Around fifty years old, a civilian-like man hoarding a fine beard screams, but one, two, three completely ignores this.

"This woman called out was a wretched victim, forced to drag her out of the other world..."

A knife pulled out of the darkness emits a beautiful and suspicious light.

"I will atone for that sin with my life, a slayer."

One, two, three, who took the erection of the front eye, laughed lightly.