Summoned Slaughterer

"You can't be satisfied with a single watch!

Lagrine Marquis owner Carsimoral Vado Lagrine, unable to hold his anger, threw a pottery cup with a stunning writing in his hand at a man kneeling in front of him.

Around his forehead, pieces of crushed cup were scattered with the wine left inside.

Bleeding from his forehead and nodding in silence is the watchman who hastily fled in one, two, three attacks. My flank was just lightly cut, so I'm wrapping my cloth around it rampantly.

"Will you do that for me? It's just that we're having trouble losing numbers."

"Orobus, I don't care if it's convenient for you. Just think about ending the brave as soon as possible."

The man, called Orobus, smiled lightly and sighed with his honey-colored hair up. Kicked a dude bored with pain next door.

"Hey, go to the waiting room and wake everyone up and get your weapons ready."

Says in a low voice that doesn't suit the face of a light-hearted, good-looking man.

"If it's true, it's a failure enough to dispose of it. Even you have the manpower. Work hard."

The reply was there, too, and the watchman left the room desperately.

The Marquis, watching it, turned an unpleasant face to Orobus.

"You're gonna do it now, aren't you?

"That's..."

Is it a habit, Orobus, who grabbed his hair, shook his head, for Christ's sake.

"You know the marquis well enough for a brave man, don't you? Normally, it's impossible for that idiot to come back with a minor injury."

"Mm... then"

"Without a doubt, that fool must have been let go on purpose. And they saw me rushing in here. It won't be long before you get in here."

"Hmm. There are army soldiers and you here too. In case, I also hired a skilled wizard. It'll be enough for the guy who comes in alone."

Orobas watched with cold eyes the carsimolar laughing with his nose and tilting the wine.

(If it's such an easy opponent, you don't have a hard time)

There was no hesitation in one, two, three.

"There would be a guy here who escaped, wouldn't there? He was after me, but let me in."

Two soldiers stood at the gate of the Marquis of Lagrine.

I went in front of one of them, and one, two, three spoke so comfortably that I thought he was a friend.

Behind one, two, three, Pajo is following me.

"What are you talking about? You. This is the Marquis' mansion. Go home, go home."

"Well, that would be the reaction"

I knew, but I'd have to speak to him for now, and when I told Pajo behind me, Pajo gave me a pulled grin.

"Ho."

With an overly light hanging voice, one, two, three pinched the gatekeeper's throat with his finger. Soon after he reacted, the unconscious gatekeeper leaned against the door behind him and collapsed.

"... you won't kill me"

Pajo says it's surprising, but one, two, three answers dissatisfied.

"I'm not a pleasure killer. The only thing that kills me is someone who points a weapon at me or is clearly hostile to me."

Approaching another gatekeeper who was confused and stood up as he said, and similarly strangled and lost consciousness, he rolled his fallen body by the wall without power.

"By the way, why should I follow you?

"You must be my lookout. Besides, do the lookout to prove that this isn't a killer without a reason, it's just self-defense."

I thought about what to say by leaving him voluntarily in the enemy land, but Pajo didn't speak up.

Pajo knew exactly that one, two, three would get in through the front door, but unexpectedly, one, two, three walked away without sound, aiming at a separate building of a bungalow to be built a little further away from the main building.

No patrols found on the premises. Maybe he's just in the building.

"Aren't you supposed to meet the Marquis?

When asked in a low voice, one, two, three answered without even turning around.

"If you're one of those people who attacked me, it wouldn't be noble men or anything. They didn't look like regular trained guys. Maybe there's a bunch of people on every organization's property. If you want to talk, that's where it comes from."

I see, Pajo thought.

If you are a nobleman with some financial power or territory, you have a private soldier, such as a lead army. But since there is a law that finely declares the contents to the king about regular private soldiers who said so, it's not surprising that they're hiring people like that to do jobs that they don't want to be too out-of-the-box. Unlike the regular army, if you need anything, you can “dispose” of it.

"Imeralia was so hard to keep her hands off me, wasn't she? Besides, you should want to keep a secret about the king's murder. Even if you knew what was going on, you wouldn't be able to move a regular force on the grounds of a case that wasn't supposed to happen. We have to leave it to the people in the world behind us."

I can see the whole annex to the bungalow. It's a simple stone building with few windows.

In front of a wooden door stands a man with a bad gala.

"Well, let's say hello first"

"Hey, do you guys have any close friends?

"Oh, who... eh... eh?

Once I saw one, two, three faces, they lost their voices. Apparently, the watchman knew one, two, three faces. Maybe he saw a sketch or something.

"Here comes the man you guys are looking for. Hurry up."

"Oh, my God! Come on out here!

A resurrected watch finally hits me without a weapon. With good stature and a medium punch, one, two, three evaluates it, like other HR.

but it doesn't hit one, two, three.

A stiff clenched fist was easily recirculated just by shaking his head, and the watch dressed to turn his back on one, two, three with momentum.

Grabbing his jaw and head with both hands from behind, one, two, three slapped him on the back of his knee with his toe and made him kneel down, twisting his neck as it was.

Guggio, and a damp unpleasant sound, Pajo turned away unexpectedly.

(You have this way of killing...)

Pajo felt pain around Mizo when he was too cruel and unlikely to be able to.

Where the body was thrown aside, there was a person who spoke to one, two, three of them as they raised their hair.

"More than that, I hope you don't reduce our guys"

"I thought someone was coming, but you're the relative of these people"

"You want me to call you captain. But how do you know I'm top of the line?

Orobus was daring to make himself look lightweight. The mustache also follows beards beautifully, taking care not to muscle unnecessarily, and the hair is also diluted with special chemicals.

Everything, to lure the opponent off guard.

"You'll be looking at the whole movement by checking the way you put your gaze on it, the other's weapon first. Some of them are hiding weapons. Did you make it look like you touched your hair and unfastened the weapon on your back?

How do you know, a faint laugh disappeared from Orobus' face?

"The signs of the people inside and the movement of the people during the day weren't bad, but I'm not very creative at all. I also felt that the collaborative movement was still being taught by someone. Unlike you."

"Oh man...... is that something like a brave man?

Orobus smiled faintly again, knifed out of his back and threw it away.

"Damn. Even if it takes 10 of us to pay them back. Not very much, but on a different level."

When he surrendered, Orobus raised his hands and showed them his palms.

"You're right, I threw my weapon away. You only want your life saved, brave man?

"No. At your behest, I was attacked. You can't forgive me."

To one, two, three, who show no mercy whatsoever, Orobus cannot hide his confusion.

"Wait a minute, are you going to kill your bare opponent?

"What are you talking about"

Put your hand on the knife, and one, two, three will come forward.

"If it's a weapon, you'll have it"

"Chi!

When Orobus took the small knife out of the cuff of his raised arm, he kept swinging it down and slashing it to one, two, three.

But one, two, three are not there anymore.

Orobus unknowingly tries to look back at one, two, three that turned behind him, but it didn't come true.

The severed left arm and neck fell and finally the body collapsed.

"Well done, but we need to hide the killer and the darker vessel better."

I finished shaking my blood and tried to get my pocket out, but the knife already regained its beautiful shine and I can't even see the blood that should have adhered.

I snap and knife that this is the power of God and that it is convenient.

Suddenly, the waiting room door was kicked open and Orobus' men, who had about 20 people, had to gaze at the entrance and exit without being able to move properly.

It was one, two, three with Orobus' neck that emerged from the entrance.

"Right, Captain!

"You must be the one who killed Ain't!

The man closest to the entrance was slaughtered and dumped by a pretty pluck leaping to one, two, three.

"Yes, yes, quiet."

Afterwards, he confirmed that Pajo had come in, and then one, two, three, was royal at the entrance and exit and held the knife unarmed.

In an instant, the people stood still again in an instant.

A beautiful blade print sways into the candlelight on the table.

"If you don't want this to happen, answer the questions with great care. If I resist, I'll have him dead, if no one answers."

I looked around at the men in the room, one down, as I rolled Orobus' neck onto the floor.

"First question. I don't know who you are, or if you're all here. Oh, I'll kill you when you decide I'm lying. Bye, you."

Nominate the guy who was nearby with a cut.

"Oh, me?... We call it a" covert snake ”. I would have stood alone on the table. They're all here with him."

You noticed, the nominated man spoke honestly.

"Next then. You guys were in the Marquis's arms, and you attacked me during the day, at the Marquis's behest?

When I looked into the other man's eyes, he began to talk with trembling.

"I mean to hold you... I'm letting you use this place as a hub to operate in the King's Capital instead of contracting Marquis errands from time to time. Because Gasa will never enter the Marquis' premises on the boulder... This time too, it must have been a request from the Marquis. That's what the captain said."

When he heard the answer, one, two, three, saw Pajo as chilling.

"... it's hard to even get into a noble mansion or property unless there's clear evidence of it."

Pajo said with a sigh. It is weird to think that there will be criminals who are similarly hidden.

"This is the last one. How much power do you have in the Marquis' main building? Does anybody know who he is?

One raised a fearful hand.

"If I answer, will you help me?

"I'm the one asking the questions."

"Ugh... I've heard there must be some soldiers on duty patrol in the hall, but they don't get into the third floor where the Marquis is. And I've never seen it... but I've also heard about hiring a wizard recently."

"A wizard..."

When one, two, and three allowed it, the members of the Hidden Snake fled to a glance.

Pajo has been evacuated to let the criminals escape. He turns his attention.

"Your job is intelligence, not criminal control. If I'd taken the time to capture them now, the Marquis would be able to escape."

"That's right..."

It was Pajo following reluctantly, even though one, two, three would go outside.

"I'm getting sleepy, and I'm getting a pain in the ass"

One, two, and three looked up at the stone wall on the side of the main building and crushed it, climbing as they put their fingers on the few irregularities and did so.

"Hey..."

Pajo had no choice but to watch as he climbed the wall at a rate that did not bitter him.

Quickly climbing to the third floor, one, two, three, cleverly opened a wooden window with one hand and jumped inside.

Beneath Pajo, who had been looking up at an open window for a while, came down a rope made of curtains tied together.

"Can you climb in this outfit?

"No, just grab it"

As soon as I grabbed the rope as I was told with my neck clenched, Pajo's body was pulled up in momentum.

Pajo was being held and unloaded indoors while not being able to raise his voice to much.

"Well, this looks like an office."

One, two, three twinkles, looking around the room with a big, heavy desk or a splendid bookcase.

"There's a sign of one from next door. That's all the signs on this floor... No, there are oddly staring signs around the stairs. Probably the Marquis in the next room. The guy on the stairs might be the wizard we were talking about."

Pajo no longer doubts the words of one, two, three.

"Well, let's find Pajo's handle"

"What?"

Relying on the dim candle lights, Pajo was checking the paperwork one after the other.

I can't read the letters. One, two, three are working with some gossip at my desk.

"You've got all the paperwork you need... oh?

Only one bookcase looks unnaturally shallow in depth.

"What's up?

One, two, three spoke to me, and Pajo explained where the problem was.

Without any hesitation, one, two, three, threw all the documents on the shelf on the floor and removed the beriberi and the back plate of the bookcase.

A bundle of documents spilled from between the plates that were double.

When the picked up pajo glances softly, he says in a trembling voice.

"This... is the book of a close trade with our neighbor Vichy..."

"Whoa, don't be a big deal."

Instead of being handy, Pajo went to war when he was erased by the Marquis when he did poorly. Whatever you do, if you don't get back to the castle safely from here, you may not have a life.

"Oh, don't let the guy who was near the stairs come, not the guy next door. Was it a little loud?"

I say to relax, one, two, three, panicking pajo,

"Duh, what do you do?

"Calm down. We'll see what he looks like first."

Slowly the door opened, he wore a black robe and a man with a hood in his eyes came in.

"... a thief"

It's a terribly squeaky voice.

"You're the wizard hired."

A wizard who saw one, two, and three speaking turned to one, two, and three when he quickly took the dagger out of his nostalgia.

……

When a wizard says something in a small voice, an invisible wind blade flies.

"Ugh!

One, two, three deflected without difficulty, but Pajo got a blade on his shoulder and fell out of balance as it was.

"Avoid this..."

"Ma, magic dagger...... why the Wizard of the Holland!

The wizard laughed under his hood at Pajo's words holding his shoulders and taking distance.

"Well, you know our country's magic equipment very well. You're dressed as a whore, but you're Orson Grande's dog?

While the wizard speaks, one, two, three is imminent.

"Ugh!

One, two, three thrusts are deflected by the sudden wind.

A brisk wind rolled up the paperwork scattered across the floor, skipped the pen on the desk and knocked down the chair.

The candlestick fell and the documents on the desk burned out.

"Hmm, is that how magic works?"

Even though the fire was spreading, the wizard was sweating inside, watching one, two, three admiring the magic of the wind without worrying.

If you were right, a gust of wind would have blown your knife off and you would have gone round your back.

However, at the moment of the wind, one, two, three changed the angle of the knife to match the wind direction, pulling quickly to minimize the impact. It is a remarkable response to first-sighted and invisible magic.

A new figure came in the room while the wizard thought that even if he could win, he might not go intact.

It's the Marquis of Lagrine, who was in the next room.

"Strass, what is this situation!... you are!

A strong wind pushed the Marquis' back the moment he found the face of one, two, three, and tried to scream something out loud. It was the work of a wizard called Strass.

It was after he had already escaped when one, two, three, calmly slammed down the marquis, which was flown towards him, returned his gaze to the strass. Is it also magic for travel, the signs go away at a fast rate.

"... have you escaped"

Already the fire is about to burn from the desk to the scattered documents.

"Pajo, do you have the paperwork?

"Yeah, I'm fine.... hey!

As Pajo turned to his face, who stopped the wound cut by the strass with a cloth torn from the dress, a shocking scene popped into his eyes of one, two, three throwing the lost Marquis out the intrusive window.

"Don't worry. I haven't killed him yet."

When Pajo panicked and looked under the window, there was a Marquis figure who fell into the implant. One leg is bent in a strange direction, but he seems to be alive.

"Okay, we're off."

"And jump?

"Naturally. If the enemy walks indoors, he'll be late."

Looking out the window, he saw Pajo cruising, and one, two, three exhaled.

"You have no choice. Hold the paperwork."

"Huh? Hey, hey!"

Quickly holding Pajo, one, two, three jumped out the window without getting lost.