Summoned Slaughterer

At the guild I couldn't calm down and talk, so I decided to take Midas and Pajo and dine at the restaurant.

I knew Pajo could use the private room, so we all travel there.

Unlike the city's fixers on boulders, Pulton, a restaurant close to the aristocratic district, offers a simple yet sophisticated design appearance, with a waiter dressed in crisp clothes guiding you to your room.

When he heard the name of the store, Midas was lumpy, but convinced him that one, two, three would be luxurious.

"Don't let a Knights veteran rely on payment in a restaurant of this magnitude. I'm ashamed to be a knight and a nobleman."

"To Pajo, a young lady from the Count's family and single (...), I don't know how hard it is to have a wife and children out of a poor nobleman."

While entering the room, the knights are in mutually beneficial towing.

"I don't mind getting along with my colleagues, but I'm hungry, so let's just get in. Waiter, what's so good about this store?

When he entered the room, one, two, three, who made the waiter grab a few silver coins as chips, sat his slaves beside him and visited him, pretending to look at the menu.

The unexpectedly earned waiter smiles 30% more than when he comes to the store.

"We are purchasing a good portion of Big Horn meat today, so we recommend stewing orange sauce steak and swordlante-style. Some red wines go well together"

"Well, I'll have both. And wine."

Origa and Kasha seemed unfamiliar with this level of restaurant, looking intriguingly at the menu before ordering each. Pajo is used to asking waiters a lot of questions and making up his mind. Midas said it was just as good as Pajo.

"Master, it was a lot of tricks I'm used to, but do these fancy restaurants make good use of?

"We'll start when we get here, and it's about time we counted in my hometown. If you don't know, ask. I'll take it honestly if the pros recommend it. That's all."

First, Origa sees how she reopens the menu because she can't read it, so she won't have a choice, and for some reason she looks at it with respect.

(Sometimes you have a disciple or something who sees you with these eyes. It's a huge personality, so maybe he envies you like me)

Pajo sees Niyaniya as one, two, three that he decides not to care much about, but he ignored this too because it is troublesome.

Big horn meat tasted the same as beef. As the waiter said, the steak is chewy the better, and the softness of its crumbling hollows. It was a big winning dish, with a delicious sweetness of meat that could not be beat in a slightly sour sauce. The stewed vegetables also tasted very complex and good, with just the right salt plum and fat involved in the sappy soup, and the meat was delicious and contains the flavour of the meat.

Kasha had asked for a replacement for one, two, three for so much deliciousness.

Admit it pleasantly, and I'll gladly call the waiter. Now they order the same steak as one, two, three.

"You're slave-friendly."

Pajo asks with a dazzling face.

"Slaves and nobles are more the same than living as people. Your face is different. Different gender. Different strength. Different identities. Whatever's different, slap it and you'll know it's the same thing"

Midas is surprised to hear that, but Pajo hasn't moved.

"I, too, have changed my mind since I joined the current Knights and acted disputed by civilians. He was raised to be taught that he was a special being in the nobility, and the people became knights when he was told that he was just a being to protect. But it doesn't turn into anything, does it? Delighted with a little luck, angry at the irrational, crying at the sudden misfortune. Well, if you think about it, slaves are the same."

"But I want you to be careful. I think I found out to some extent about the Marquis, but I think the vast majority of them are more so than they are condescending to the nobility's sense of privilege...... Nobles like me, nobles in small territories that are close to the civilian population, but noble societies are the only ones who know."

"The one called superiority is occasionally a good mood change, but when immersed, it becomes poisonous. That's why I need the same stimulation to slap my head off as I do."

It's a joke, I kept going, one, two, three, but the two knights shut up.

"Does your husband want you to fight the aristocracy?

Oliga asks what the knights have trouble saying.

"Not because I'm noble. Hostile because you are noble is no different than contempt because you are a slave. For me, it's only a matter of judgment whether I'm in my way or not."

When I heard a reply that I didn't know if I was comfortable, the knights couldn't say anything, but at least I was reassured only by the part that they didn't actively hostile to themselves.

At the end of the meal, where the tea was distributed, one, two, three cut it out.

"Well, shall we hear about what Imeralia has prepared"

"Yeah, first the bounty."

After receiving an eye contact, Midas took a small bag out of his nostalgia as if nervous.

When one, two, three received the bag checks the contents, it contains a few pieces of silver coins.

"... Is this country a little poor?

"Ask your chest."

Pajo couldn't stand the scratch, but one, two, three didn't show how he cared, and Midas was horrified.

"Since you don't have any money, did you decide that only the form“ rewarded ”with the title? Well, that's all right."

"Speaking of quasi-knights, I heard that there are no pensions, almost no different from civilians..."

To Origa's words, one, two, three somehow guessed why.

"In short, we are afraid to put it in our own pocket, but we also have trouble being attached and hostile to other countries. So while guaranteeing his freedom, he decided to show externally that he belonged to this country by being a member of a nobleman without even a terminal role."

Hearing the analysis of one, two, three, Midas rattled his throat with Gokuri. It sounds good to say that you have given honorable status to an unaffordable extent, but depending on how you receive it, you may be taken for the convenience of Orson Grande. More because you're right.

"And this is a special thank you from Princess Imeralia."

What Pajo took out of his nostrils was a piece of paper that was barreled with red strings. It's not parchment, it's oddly thick but decent paper.

"... I can't read the letters of this country"

Origa carefully opened and began to read the paper, which she was given without opening it.

"… Free passage permit. The Royal Family of Orthon Grande grants Hiffmi Toono and his entourage free passage within the country and exit from the Orthon Grande and entry into the country. The authorisation is signed by Imeraria Trier Orson Grande…"

Both Origa, who read it out, and Kasha, who was listening next to one, two, three, were utterly stunned.

Beyond the presence of aristocratic territories everywhere, access to each territory and city is somewhat restricted and even pedestrians and adventurers need to be subjected to rigorous testing. It would be more difficult to enter or leave another country. It is assumed that peasants and others spend their lives in the towns and villages where they were born, with little movement.

However, with a royal permit, it is a royal instruction to travel, and it is unacceptable for any number of people to interfere with it. Top pass.

"But that would only be a story within the sphere of influence of this country. If you're a hostile country, you could be attacked, besides not being able to enter the country just because you have this."

Oliga and the others raised their voices softly to the words of one, two, and three, which he uttered away in a cold manner.

The knights face to face have a sinister look.

"I mean, that's the chain that made it look like it gave you freedom, this is... We're supposed to stay within our own sight, right?

Neither Midas nor Pajo can gaze at the gaze of one, two, or three that you can still look at. I sweated colder and I also woke up all at once with a pleasant drunkenness drinking wine.

"Well... I don't know if Imeralia will think that far. I just thought it would be convenient for you to travel..."

"Phew."

"? Your husband?

"Ha ha! Well, I guess there's someone who put in wisdom, but when I saw it yesterday, I didn't think there was such a pure, gullible woman that I could do this? It's funny."

Everyone is bewildered by one, two, three suddenly broken faces.

"Imeralia has a talent for politics, doesn't she? It's not what it looks like."

Drinking a cup of tea, Midas corrects fearfully to one, two, three that says smudge.

"Imeralia is pure as she was originally called a Virgin or Princess Witch. This is the first time that we have been moved by the Third Knights on our own instructions, which is inherently unrelated to the number of martial arts."

"Naturally, but that case seems to have had a huge impact on Master Imeralia. Although neither the queen nor the prince have yet been restored, only Imeralia has moved so hard to do something about the status quo."

Fearing to stimulate himself, one, two, three felt comfortable, even as only the impression of Imeraria was that of two knights trying to correct it.

"Fine. I appreciate the reward from the princess. I will honestly accept this as a reward, sparing the knights of the two workers."

Pajo, looking relieved, gave me a medal representing the title of the Associate Knight, and one, two, three, received it honestly.

When I talk to you, I don't have time to rest.

"Not at all. It's a lot easier just to watch it roll away."

"You won't have to be bored. Huh?"

Pajo spilled a laugh at Origa, who was asked to give his consent by one, two, three, and who nodded honestly, and at Kasha, who smiled with a pulled smile. but that smile freezes in the next one, two, three words.

And by all means, I'm unstoppable.

Leaving the store, Midas and Pajo broke up with one, two, three. Because the inn and the castle are in the opposite direction. I guess I was waiting in front of the store. There are signs of thought with another knight.

"Midas, Pajo"

One, two, three, who called the knights to rest, had serious eyes.

"Tell Imeraria. Don't think about moving things at your own convenience. We're going to someone who doesn't think about anything. So move people wherever you can. Use people to gather as much information as you can to determine the truth of that information on your own head and to whom things are moving conveniently. Identify it well..."

Turning his back to the two snorts, one, two, three walked out towards the inn, with the slaves who waited.

Totally the sun falls and relies on the light that Origa magically lit down the darkened path.

"Master, what do you mean by that earlier word?

One, two, three answers the unintentional Oliga question, snapping that he's the one interested in anything.

"Predict from all information how the opponent of the battle moves, using what you see, hear, and five senses. With all the possibilities in mind, yes, we won't fail that way. Fighting and politics are the same. When you're unconditionally wrong about being great or strong and you stop seeing what's going on around you, it's the end of him."

Is it also something that comes to mind, Origa contemplates?

"Somehow, it was a humble thought for such a strong husband to say,"

"Say stupid. I'm a normal person, too. If you stay alert, you will be attacked, and if you are slashed, you will die. Me and you, nothing changes. It's just whether you're demonstrating the fruits of your efforts."

With that said, one, two, three would really die if slashed, and Kasha was twisting her neck in the partition if she couldn't even imagine getting hurt.

"I stopped by Torn's today and left town, but I'm leaving town tomorrow morning for an audition. I'll watch you move and grow for a while, and then I'll teach you a lot."

"Yes, thank you"

He was an oliga who bowed happily next to Kasha with a fed up face.

In the inn room, which was late at night, one, two, three were training in dark magic that they could not do during the day.

Try storing the whole bed, removing it without touching your hand, and try the storage a lot first.

(no creatures)

I happened to try to store a fly that was flying, but I hit a dark hole in the dark magic like I hit a wall. I couldn't even try to get one, two, three in. I feel like I'm putting my hands on glass I can't see.

When I changed my mind and imagined wrapping my arms around them with the magic of darkness, now my arms were completely lost sight of the darkness of the night. Keep your whole body wrapped up.

I intend to lurk my whole body in the dark without my vision or hearing being cut off, but I have no one but myself to confirm.

Turning back to the experiment, while I was thinking about the use, I tried to use other magic, but I couldn't light a fire or water it out if it wasn't aptitude or the way it was done.

Speaking of which, Oliga had a wand, and Strass, who was at the Marquis, was using his sword to produce magic.

Again, one, two, three thought I needed to study magic, too.

(Much to do, but that's fun. It's a fun life)

Cut up the magic practice in a satisfactory manner and dive into the bed where you put it back in position.

"For a while, let's get those two working out"

Having a disciple is also a good thing, one, two, three fell asleep with his chest leaping.