Summoned Slaughterer

Kasha waited for Origa to stop crying before speaking slowly.

"I can't believe you could hold me... how could you say that?

"... I'm sorry to bother you. I really thought I had to attract that person's feelings..."

With tears at his fingertips, Origa began to talk to Pompous.

"That thing where we were deceived and made into debt slaves..."

"Oh, I won't forget! Vichy's merchant...... you said Bailevra or something. If I ever see you, I'll definitely kill you!

Oliga was going to take care of Kasha, who grows resentment and eats up his teeth and roars.

"Phew... I'm sorry, Origa. I couldn't stand it when I remembered."

"It's okay, because I feel the same way"

Origa and Kasha have a past where they were asked to escort a merchant named Bailevra when he was an adventurer and were tricked into taking on high debts. He then tried desperately to pay it back, but he couldn't catch up with the middle-aged adventurer's earnings, and Oliga was injured trying to earn it in a hurry, and became a slave because he couldn't even earn it.

"But if you become a slave, it's not about revenge..."

Origa said clearly, putting her hand on Kasha's shoulder, where the excitement had fallen completely out and she had grown up.

"I didn't give up revenge."

Kasha's gaze attracted Origa to words that contained intense emotions, unlike usual.

"One, two, three... Your husband is strong. The same goes for daytime battles, and if your husband's story is true, he's a different world called to this world as a brave man, a knight of the castle… and a few royal elites are followed back at once"

"But I don't know if your husband can help you because it's the Atashi's feud..."

"For this reason, I will try to get your husband's feelings pointed at me."

Knowing the reason for Origa's strange aggressiveness today, Kasha fell to her heart.

"So you even said that... I'm sorry, Oliga, I didn't realize you were ready to face your husband like that."

"It's okay. I was in a hurry without consulting Kasha either. Your husband turned me down so lightly, I cried, I could calm down a little."

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"Besides, I... I think your husband is just a little better... I don't feel too bad about being bought..."

"Huh...?

"Come on, there's tomorrow, and it's time to go to bed"

Standing up to deceive, Origa dived into the bed across the street.

Origa's bomb remarks made me thrilled to even Kasha for some reason, and I couldn't sleep very well.

One, two, three, who carried the Marquis of Lagrine to the street near the inn and entrusted the latter to Pajo, just went back to his room and fell asleep. By the way, the front entrance was locked in a candle, so he had the feather to climb back up to the toilet window where he came out.

The next morning, one, two, three, woke up before sunrise to take care of the knife before finishing the careful stretch that was routine and sitting on the floor meditating.

(I think God called me just a day ago during meditation)

A lot has happened since then. I was able to kill many people, free myself from previous repression, and fully wield the technology I had accumulated. As a martial artist living in modern times, no one would have been more fortunate, I think, one, two, three.

In the world of warring nations, we do not have to know, and martial arts will be treated as equal-violence in modern society. Whatever the reason, it is unacceptable for anyone on the path of Wu to wave that move. Well, if I kill him, I can blame him for whatever reason.

I wouldn't be the only one who was biting my teeth into such a situation.

Second, I heard a knock.

"Master, she said breakfast was ready"

Oliga's modest voice reaches through the door.

"Okay. Go to the cafeteria first."

"Yes, I did. Waiting for you."

I don't have to wait for you to do anything else, but one, two, three fix the mess and look at your outfit.

To the ancient martial arts road clothes. I've been wearing it since yesterday.

"Find a clothes store and have them make the same..."

Trying to wear clothes from different worlds was one, two, three I don't think for some reason.

After breakfast, one, two, and three, who once paid for the inn until today, brought the Origa and the others out to the city again.

"Let's go to the guild today. I'd like to go to the clothes store if I have time. I wonder if the Adventurer Guild can be registered by anyone?

"Yes, a registration fee of 5 silver coins is required, but if you don't have a criminal record..."

"Well, you'll be fine"

The matter at the castle is handled as a total self-defense for one, two, three.

One, two, three were observing what was going on in the city while Kasha took the lead and headed to the guild. As usual, I can't read signs and other characters, but I guess the literacy rate is not very high, every sign was writing or carving pictures and symbols more than letters and had an easy idea to understand.

(Nevertheless, I'd like to remember the letters early, considering what's to come. Is there a bookstore or something?

I couldn't find a bookstore on the road to the guild.

"We're here... what's going on?

"No, I was wondering if there were any stores selling books."

"I only read books about noblemen and scholars, so if they're not big enough chambers of commerce, they're not dealing with them, are they?

As a book lover, it's a shocking story, but I guess that's just the low literacy rate. The general public doesn't seem to have a habit of reading.

(Ha, this low literacy rate and seeing parchment being used on active duty, the book is a luxury item and you can't even expect a library or anything. Has one major means of gathering information been reduced)

Returning his mind, one, two, three took the lead and stepped into the guild.

Doesn't seem like it's common in novels for both taverns.

There are several counters in the back, tables for the meeting are arranged along the wall on the left hand side and parchment paper is arranged sloppily on the board on the wall on the right hand side.

Several groups sat at the table, watching with interest as they brought in a pair of women who had seen unfamiliar faces.

"Counter in the back, you can accept it wherever you go"

You know on your own, or you approach the counter indicated by Oliga in a way that you're used to, and you speak to the woman sitting there.

"You got a minute?

"Yes. Can I help you?

A young woman, red-haired and long-haired, eye-catching official put together behind her, replied Smile.

"I want to register for a new one.... What do you guys do?

"The Atasis have been taken away with their registration cards, and I don't think they'll treat you like an adventurer if you become a slave."

Inside the guild bowed to the words of Kasha, who shook his head and answered. It seems that the fact that Kasha became a slave was quite a shock.

"Or is Mr. Karsha a slave......?

"Neither does Origa. So, are slaves removed from the adventurer?

When I heard the word that Origa was also a slave, the peripheral stigmatization grew. Some men look at one, two, three with regret and resentment. Origa seems popular.

Of course, that's not the kind of gaze I care about. One, two, three.

"Uh... you can register as an adventurer or reissue your registration certificate. Because some slaves are doing their jobs to change their owners. A single gold coin is required for reissue. Oh, five silver coins for new registration."

What will you do? In response to questions from officials with, one, two, three discuss “no money" or “no ID would be inconvenient” with Origa and the others.

"Oh, I don't have to worry about the money anymore. You'll be the only ones doing the request, and you'll have to reissue it for two."

I've unilaterally decided one, two, three, but the look on the Origa's face is soft. The men are watching it with a jealous gaze.

The few female adventurers are also obsessed with inflating rumours in some way, with a flickering glance.

"Now please fill out this form"

"Oh, I'll represent you. Was it good that your husband's name was Master Hiffmi?

One, two, three thought a little bit of what Oliga called “your husband”, thinking he was depressed by the boulder.

"Hifumi Toono, if that's your full name."

"I can't believe you had a family name. Was your husband a nobleman?

"In my hometown, most guys have family names."

"Phew."

One big man approached one, two, three while he was getting his age, his weapon (the name knife didn't make sense and, as a result of the explanation, it said sword), and his magical attributes filled in.

"Whoa, I don't work for an adventurer with those thin arms. Is that a thin sword like that stick cut? You can't kill a goblin like that."

I would say intimidating, but I totally ignore one, two, three.

"Are you both younger than me? I thought Kasha was older than me. I didn't ask you how old you were when you bought it."

"Do you really think I look old?

"He said you don't look like you're 17. Is Origa sixteen? I thought you were younger because you were small."

"Ugh..."

Kasha and Origa were also caught by one, two, three, and ignored the big man.

That seemed intolerable, and I put my hands on a giant sword pattern that made my face bright red and worthy of my body.

"Hey, you're not ignoring me!

Ignoring the screaming man again, one, two, three turned a grin on the counter's officials. The Kashas know about her, and they say her name is Hera.

"I just wanted to make sure."

"Yes, what is it"

"What happens if you pull out your weapon and kill the person you attacked?

"Uh..."

Asked, Hera unexpectedly looked at the big man in a chill and hurried back to her gaze and answered.

"Obviously, if you have pointed your weapon at me first, I will not be guilty as a defense, nor will I make it particularly problematic as a guild..."

I giggled and thanked Hera for what she was going to do, and she answered harshly, one, two, three, starting here and turning to the big man.

"Right, though? If you pull that (...) out, I'll kill you. Choose with that intention. Work Adults or Die"

"Holy shit......!

Into one, two, three throwing up lines that only sounded totally provocative, the guild squeezed in a different way than just now.

The big man's name is Ock. It was as powerful as it seemed, with short temperatures and rough spots, but strength was recognized. Sometimes honest people give advice, and some young people get along.

To a young man who provokes an occ who has also been a monster of the big man, the adventurers watching far away look at a fool who has overconfident himself in his power.

But there was something about it that didn't fall to them.

Oliga and Kasha, who should know the power of Ock, don't even try to stop a man named one, two, three.

"I tried to teach him a bit of a harsh reality, but he was so shimmy that he couldn't move for a while!

As I said, it was the moment when Ock pulled out the great sword and squeezed it with both hands.

A sheathed sword swung out from the bottom to the top.

The knife, which showed so much speed that everyone could only speak in its past form, stops over the head of the oc.

How silent would it have been? Time goes by to feel long and short, and change takes place.

"Ugh..."

Ock groaned, and that was his last voice.

The right hand had a severed wrist, from the groin to the head, leaving the spine to be severed.

The great sword falls, and from beneath the body of an occ that collapses on the forehead, blood and organs spread.

"Oh, ok!

There will be a few men among us, running over to an unspeakable occ, but no one, one, one, two, three. As Hera explained, it was Ock who spoke up first, even though he was provoked, and pulled out his sword first.

Purely, sometimes I'm afraid of the power of one, two, three.

"I feel like it's been a long time since I've slaughtered you.... No, since the destruction of the dojo yesterday? That's still a good cut."

The person he killed doesn't even show how much he cares about the hair, and one, two, three, sees how the knife is, and then he shakes his blood and nabs it.

Turning around and smiling again at the staff, one, two and three placed gold and silver coins taken out of storage at some point on the counter.

"You kept me waiting. This is the money, okay?

Later or earlier, Hera later said she had spilled it on her coworkers, saying she had never felt so scared when she was smiled at.