Summoned Slaughterer

The restaurant recommended by Kasha was called the "Dancing Crude Pavilion", which is located on the road from the shopping street. They'll be fixers by day and drinkers by night.

One, two, three can't read the menu, so order proper meat dishes and salads (through).

Wait about ten minutes, it was an assortment of raw vegetables I'm not sure I came by and a stewed meat shaped like lamb chops in a tomato-style sauce.

"Pretty tasty. You know a good store."

Across the street from Nodding One, Two, and Three, stuffed in a mule's mouth, he sat alongside Oliga and Carshaga. They both eat bread with things like stew.

"Right? It's a little pulled in here, so it's not very crowded, but we use good meat and vegetables... and it's not!

"Don't make a scene during the meal. You're behaving badly."

It was a form of eating with forks, knives, and spoons, just like in the previous world, and the food is not as good as it should be, unidentified but delicious enough. One, two, three were heartbroken that it would have been tough ahead if the meal hadn't been right.

There was talk of slaves not being present and the rank of the meal being normal with the lowest, but when it was uncomfortable to sit on the floor eating crude grains on the side, the two slaves also let them sit in a chair and choose their favorite menu.

If you are in a personal mood and habit, don't hesitate to adopt your own standards.

"Gu... Anyway, explain what happened earlier."

"What are you talking about?

After looking around and making sure no one is listening to this one, Kasha says.

"I'm talking about being chased by royalty. What the hell did you do..."

"Oh, I slaughtered the knight and the king. Just now."

Originally, one, two, three is neither his origins nor his events in the castle, nor his intention to hide them, nor to deceive them.

I have done it according to my own standards, and I take it for granted that the troubles and dangers that arise for this reason will be taken as a result of my choices. Well, from now on, I'm willing to carry everything on my own, more than I've decided to act free without being tied to anything.

(Well, if you just hit a wall that you can't cut through on your own, you mean life until then)

And I was naturally taking where my life was going for me.

So they explained the tragedy at the castle as if it were nothing, and Origa and Kasha completely lost their appetite.

The slaves looked half-heartedly at the one, two, and three, who had resumed their meals, telling them what to tell them.

"May I have a moment?

Oliga asked me a few questions.

"Not that I doubt it, but if what you said earlier is true, I think knights and soldiers are coming after you..."

"Before that, you used to come out of the castle."

Drinking tea after the meal, one, two, three turned his gaze toward the table a little further away. A pair of guys who have been in the store since after one, two, three of them are dining across the street talking about something.

"From the castle, the princess kicked me out. He knows no knight is any match for me, so he simply won't choose to chase after me or kill me or anything like that. I have surveillance."

One, two, three stood up in a natural modus operandi, approaching the table of the pair we had just seen, he spoke casually.

"Hey, good luck"

"Hey, what are you..."

The men looked surprised, but their hips are largely drawn.

Sitting still in the empty seat, one, two, three speaks with a smile.

"That was a castle earlier. You're doing surveillance work."

To the words of one, two, three, the men took their breath.

"I'm not good at remembering faces, but I'm good at remembering people's bodies"

Slap the table with your index finger as you say a line that is likely to be misunderstood.

As one, two, three broke through, the two were knights at that scene. The two lucky survivors were wearing disguises to the average person to monitor the actions of one, two, three.

Orders are for monitoring and reporting only. No matter what happens, they tell me not to get my hands on it. Of course, there was no way they could have gotten their hands on it, but the two of them, who never thought they'd be in contact with the target, didn't know what to do, just sweat cold.

"Well, you can't have this kind of intelligence mission on a castle guy. I need to leave that kind of thing to the professionals in that muscle. Though royal, Oujosama is still sweet in places like this."

In fact, this is a huge mistake, and the Third Knights, to whom the two belong, are a group of intelligence men operating within a pick-up range from the castle to the general civic living area, which is why they survived the incident in the castle without even touching on it.

We were both experienced intelligence agents, and we didn't expect ourselves to be seen out of shape in the castle with armor that almost hid our faces.

"You don't have to be nervous. If I'm not hostile to me, I don't care, and I'm doing my best to be bad. Now you can see the princess is working hard."

It is not the enemy of a colleague who is speaking in front of him, but hearing that he is unwilling to attack may not help but reassure him.

"I'm not even a very bad guy or a serial killer. I don't care who he is, don't worry."

(If you're not a very bad guy, there are no bad guys in the world!

Reducing their desire to be very, very scratchy, the two knights were shriveling as if they were scolded children, keeping their gaze off the table.

"It's just, you can't have the others. They're the ones I've never seen, but unlike you, they're gonna look at me with the intention of killing me."

"Wait, what about the others? We're supposed to be the only ones watching right now..."

We are totally saying that we are the hands of the princess. The level of intelligence in this country is disturbing.

"I guess it's nothing. Unlike you guys who followed me right out of the castle, they followed me around the slave shop."

I was stunned at what you noticed from the beginning, but it was a big problem that some people were trying to irritate the absolutely untouchable (untouchable) man in front of them more than that. Things in the castle have barely leaked outside by the decree, but if that case were to be recreated all over the city... it would be horrible to imagine.

And that's even more problematic if you're a castle associate. The survival of this country is at stake at last if we turn to the royal family where retaliation remains.

"Gordon, tell the captain what's going on immediately and call for backup."

"Ri, got it! Excuse me!

It would be unconscious, a slightly younger man who was instructed to run away with his head bowed to one, two, three. The look on the remaining man's face is bitter. It is not inherently an attitude toward the subject of an investigation, such as greeting someone on purpose.

"Well, good luck with that. I'll do what I want."

One, two, three words going back to his original seat no longer sounded like a threat complaint to a man.

One, two, and three, which took their original seats, drank all the warmer tea.

"... I was hearing you"

One, two, three took it with a smile that Kasha would hear it with Zito's eyes.

"Oh well. Looks like we're gonna have fun."

"Have fun?"

"There's a guy pointing a weapon at me, which means people can kill again. Oh, you're looking forward to it. Can't you make a scene quickly?"

It is clear to everyone's eyes that the talking one, two, three is heartily exciting, and if you can't hear what you're saying, you look like a child on the eve of a picnic.

"Your husband has chosen us from slaves who can fight. Were we bought to protect your husband?

To Oliga's question, one, two, three shakes his head.

"What I designated was a guy who could fight to the point of protecting himself. I guess it's not a waste of time to let someone else kill my prey."

One, two, three policies are in that they kill good guys by their own standards, such as those who attack themselves or commit felonies in front of them. There is no repentance in killing itself, but I am not going to stop behaving rationally (...). Though it is only my standard.

"So, what did they buy you? I heard you were going on a journey, but if your husband was strong, you wouldn't have had a problem alone, would you?

"I told you I came from a different world, didn't I? I mean, I don't know anything about this world. There's gold and silver, but I don't know how much it's worth, and I haven't even seen what other countries there are outside this city yet, on the contrary"

So, one, two, three go on.

"I wanted someone to tell me about this world. I didn't know anything about this world, so I got thrown out. If he can, he won't betray me. I chose slavery because it was convenient."

"How could you let us?

One, two, three, laugh.

"You guys seemed the strongest of those. If it was the two of us, we could have followed each other and fought. I'm sad, I'll be chased, so I'll have plenty of chances to fight. In it, if you can move with teamwork, you're much more likely to survive."

To the hunch of battle, one, two, three exalt the mood, and the two slaves cannot forbid tension.

"I know we need to fight. We just don't have any weapons right now. I understand that you are not in a position to ask your husband..."

"I know. Let's go buy gear after this. Young girls will wear it forever, and it won't be a good dress."

"... thank you"

Kasha was anxious about Origa blushing. Soon, Origa has become accustomed to the heterogeneous existence of one, two, three.

"Nevertheless."

Pottori and one, two, three spill solitary.

"I'm the victim."

"You can't treat a guy who makes you pay for his life without asking questions."

To Karsha's scratch, a knight who was listening away accidentally thumbed up.

"Hmmm......"

"Sir, what's wrong?

Out of the store, Oliga strapped her neck wonderfully at the end of one, two, three.

One, two, three thoughts put it on those shiny eyes and white skin that you were like a doll.

"The guys who are skipping the example killer, they've about doubled the number because of the signs. Maybe 10."

They complain happily that they are a lot second-class.

"Ah, then..."

Karsha, still round hips, looks around and anxiously perspires.

"For now, do you want to catch it? I hope you're taking a tour of how I kill. Hey!"

One, two, three, who had invited the earlier knight, who had been hiding and asking how he was doing, had no choice but to tap the shoulder of the knight who had come beside him. The intelligence force's pride is already worn out.

"Even if the attack is forbidden, you would have weapons, wouldn't you? I'm sorry, but while I'm at it, can you ask me to escort these guys?

A sudden request, the knight admitted, was an opportunity to appeal that the group targeting one, two, three and the Knights had nothing to do with it.

"What's your name?

"... Midas"

"So, Midas, don't you know where the alley is?

After about 15 minutes of walking ahead of Midas, the scenery shifted to a quiet residential neighborhood, unlike the hustle and bustle of Shopping Street.

The city's buildings are built by stone, unlike the shopping streets, the roads narrow, and the buildings increase by three or four floors. The castle town will have a large population and more collective housing.

nature, the streets dimmed, and the daytime population was small. Similar to the commercial district, this area is also cobblestone ground, but the surface is rougher than the commercial district.

"This way."

Turning down the street urged by Midas, he hit the building wall about ten meters away, it was a dead end.

For a moment, I heard a wind cut.

The flying arrow was lightly slapped down by one, two, and three swords.

Assuming you use it at night, the arrows are painted black and the tips are wet.

"Are you finally out"

And he lowered the Midas into the back of the street, and one, two, and three saw them that came into the alley from behind.

The number of people is nine. Everyone is wearing clothes that at first glance look like the general public, but their eyes are dark and cloudy.

There's also the narrowness of the street, and only the two leading men come running.

He has a black-painted knife in his hand, doesn't utter a word, and communicates with each other with only his gaze.

(You're used to it. It doesn't look like it's just a golden gourd)

One, two, and three ask themselves why they perceive themselves to be professionals and be happy about it. When I was in the original world, I shouldn't have been interested in the battle itself so far, but I felt like I'd lost some restraint myself.

But I don't feel bad.

Or maybe the nature of one, two, three that was suppressed in that world that had nothing to do with battle, other than occasional games and crap fights, has finally emerged in this world.

One, two, three shifts the hand holding the approaching knife with the hand from the side. As if he had planned to do so from the beginning, the knife stood on the other's chest.

I take the arm of the man who let go of the knife in amazement, step on the back of his head, which made his joints extremely flabby, and crack his skull with cobblestones.

Two people died lightly, but the next assassin is imminent without cowardice.

One, two, and three calmly pulled out the knife and cut the wrist of the man who came to the front, slashing and tearing his throat with a knife to return.

Ignoring the man sinking in blood smoke, he stomps with his heels thoughtfully on the thumb of the man's foot, which was approaching from behind him, and a knife pierces his chest where he was lowered.

I shook the knife up from the side and pressed my shoulder against the other person's chest, and this one stabbed my heart through the gap I was stepping on if I was out of shape.

"There's four of us left."

Lower the bloodwet blade slowly, and the murderer will snort.

"Come quickly. Because I'm gonna kill you."