Summoned Slaughterer

A group of anomalies approached the Wang Capital interrogation center, with two standing carriages with two women on board and a horse with a young man behind them.

The soldiers at the checkpoint turn around behind the carriage in order to re-load the carriage.

"Hey."

A man on the horse behind me called out.

A soldier who is muddled by the fact that he has spoken out while riding, but is troublesome if he is accidentally a nobleman bonbong, so he endures.

"Something?

"I guess this paperwork needs confirmation here, too?

I only rarely see the paper spread out to show off from the horses at the examining post, but I recognize its importance.

"Aquasapphire Distribution Confirmation Certificate…"

"That's the crate in the carriage. Check it out."

"Ri, got it."

The crate the soldiers dawned contained a stunning cut aqua sapphire, undoubtedly wrapped in wood chip buffer. I can see with one eye that some of the aqua sapphires he has seen so far are particularly luxurious.

The crate was fitted and securely closed, making sure it did not differ from the size and shape described in the documents.

"Confirmation complete. The rest of the baggage is just for the trip. Just in case, where are we going?

The man on horseback laughed niggly and took out and showed the new paperwork, signing the confirmer with charcoal for writing and asking questions while returning the paperwork.

"A little to the neighboring country. I have permission."

The soldier was shown a document showing that he was free to enter and leave the country, and the signature of Princess Imeralia was clearly visible. It is accompanied by a medal showing nobility.

"Excuse me! Please come through."

"Don't worry about it. It was a polite job."

"Thank you!

Before the soldiers set their posture right and dropped them off, the carriage proceeded and the young man followed the rest out.

After the carriage was invisible, the men at the inquest exhaled.

"... Was there such a nobleman?

"It was an unusual name, Hifumi Toono, in a document signed by Master Imeraria. Is that the rumored Knight of the Fine Sword?

"I see, dear Imeralia, you're a rumored newcomer."

The "fine sword knight” the soldiers are talking about is two names referring to one, two, three, and the man on the horse with the majestic attitude was certainly one, two, three, but he doesn't know why the two beings are also called that.

A female employee of the guild just put it on at random, but because of the pace of one, two, three hunts and the impact of the first incident, it spread instantly.

Before the two names began to spread, one, two, three themselves were chased to prepare for the journey and stopped showing their faces to the guild, so they never entered the ears of one, two, three.

Later, when one, two, three finds out about it, it's completely settled, but that's for the record.

"I tried to behave like a nobleman, but that's a pain in the ass"

"For that matter, it felt like I'd been in the hall for a long time?

After being so far away that the king's capital was completely invisible, one, two, three had just cleaned up the carriage to dark magic storage.

Now everyone runs lightly on their horses.

"No, I'm not good at saying this with such a grand attitude. I tried to imitate the aristocracy because it seems more or less like that, but I don't feel good about it."

"Master, what are you doing now..."

For one, two, three, I believe that what the nobility is doing is teasing what he gained without any effort: blood muscle, which is completely different from reasoned and well-founded guidance and instructions, but that subtle addition or subtraction does not pass on to Kasha.

"Master, there are signs at the end of the street..."

Oliga, holding a scepter in each hand, accidentally called out to one, two, three.

Everyone, slowed down.

Origa hasn't talked about it in forever because she was focused on magic, and she's still not used to using the new magic she developed with one, two, three, so she's been focusing her wand on her hands ever since she left the city and switched from carriage to horse.

Knowing the degree of magical freedom during his training, one, two, three, succeeded in teaching Oliga that the magic of the wind can be used, that sound can be transmitted with vibrations of air, and in developing magic that uses sound waves outside the audible area to detect obstacles around him, especially in the front.

Oliga can only produce and sense sound waves, so I don't know exactly how it feels, but using a simple yarn phone to explain how the sound works, Oliga asked Alekore a question, and then half of her training time was immersed in this magical development.

Listening to what Origa wanted to do, one, two, three just gave advice, but with the magic that is still developing, we can try to be fairly precise about the distance, number, size, etc. from the object.

"It's probably a person. On the streets… 10 people."

"Just fine."

When asked about the distance, he said that if you proceed for less than a minute, you will come into contact. I can't measure it very far yet, so Origa is still deciding to practice this magic. By the way, Origa asked me to name him, so I worried about him scattered and then named him 'Echo Location'. I do think it was the sonic sensing method that bats do, but I didn't say the original story because I don't remember it very well.

Once the horse was stopped, one, two, three instructed Kasha and Origa to prepare their weapons and get off the horse.

"I'll make contact first. It would be eighty-nine bandits, and it wouldn't be a big deal because these assholes ambush me near a city like this."

One, two, three pulled out the knife without getting off the horse. Unlike a machete, it's short to swing on a horse, but if you're dealing with a bandit, it's fine.

"Follow me from behind because I'll reduce the numbers appropriately. Let's play interpersonal fights as an extension of training. Kasha is bound to kill with up to two attacks against one person. Oliga, try the back sword."

"Got it!

"Okay."

After hearing the two replied confidently, one, two, three lay low on their upper bodies and ran their horses.

"Stop!"

One, two, three running forward, five dirty-dressed men on the street, stood in arms. Terrible story, but one, two, three judged the opponent a bandit just for that outfit and killing.

From the signs, a few people seem to be hiding on either side of the street.

"If you leave the golden-eyed thing, life is...... blah!?

Ignore bandits who speak up at length. One, two, and three, who ran among the bandits without slowing down a bit, were unquestionably thrilled with the sword.

He ripped the bandit's cheek to break his mouth, let it slip and severed his carotid artery.

One, two, and three, turning back, approach the bandits wandering into the appearance of their fellow fallers in bloodshed with fury.

It was too late to set up a weapon in a hurry.

Now jumping off the horse with the running momentum intact, one, two, three, embraced the neck of one of the bandits and took the passivity to roll down the ground. The bandit's neck, caught in one, two, three spins, has been completely destroyed.

A bandit who was quickly murdered and lumped up. Three left.

Here I finally saw three people running from the side of a hidden street, left and right.

(A total of 11? Did you hide well or miss one leak)

While calmly checking Origa's new magical achievements, one, two, three stored the knife and took out new weapons.

It was a clairvoyant with a blade on the inside about 30 cm.

I said "I don't know how to use it" to the Torn I created, but it was really well done as a rating of one, two, three. The pattern, well-sized blade, chain length and weight of copper that is firmly in the hand are also as specified.

Turning the sickle to the right hand and the copper is different from the inhabitants of this world.

The bandits couldn't get their hands on a young man wielding strange objects who couldn't even tell if he was a weapon.

"Guh!"

Unexpectedly, one bandit falls.

Seeing it, there was a familiar hand sword on the back of his neck.

(Origa)

One more bandit slaughtered down, further aggravated by confusion, roughly one, two, three, who impressed him with practicing well. Kasha cut her neck with one knife. Her movements are also more sophisticated than before, her swords are gone and she is able to control her sword firmly in her own hands.

Watching the two grow up like that, one, two, three waved the copper down towards one of the bandits who took his eyes off himself and slapped him in the head.

He is well connected to boulders, such as being cut off in the arms by Origa's magic and stabbed to a stop by Kasha's sword.

It was one, two, three to put your thoughts on future guidance policies while ending the bandits they had divulged.

In an instant all the bandits were killed and a corner of the street stained with blood.

"Excellent. For knocking in for a short period of time, it was working well"

"Thank you"

"But"

One, two, three pointed to one fallen bandit. A backsword is stabbed in the back part of the crude leather armor.

"I stopped this guy... Origa, you know what's wrong?

"The fact that the blade has hit the part of the armor that cannot pass..."

One, two, three say, "Not so," to Oliga, who, while he was praised and pleased, was also annoyed like a student who was found to have failed.

"You can hit it anywhere. Originally, a backsword is rare to be fatally wounded. The first guy just happened to work. Problem is, this guy didn't realize his back sword was stabbed in the leather armor."

One, two, three were making a solid observation. This man, who was panicking, was full of heads to cope with one, two, three movements, and at some point he didn't realize that his back sword had stabbed him in the back.

"This was a wasted hand. It is good to hit the front area in front of you, even if it is against leather armor. You can stir up fear, or you can have a gap, so someone else can point to a stop."

"I see... I will refine"

"Kasha's next."

"What, Atashi?

I used to watch that much in that riot, and it was Kasha who was as impressed as any other HR, but it was Kasha's turn to get attention next.

I was surprised when I was suddenly called out because I thought I could do it well on my own.

"Look at the sword. He had it in his right hand. It would be a little missing."

"Eh, no!... True. There is a small chip. When?"

To the fact that he had not noticed at all, one, two, three gave the body of another man to Kasha, who lay his neck on the partition.

"It was when I put a poke in him. I would have felt forced into it. You hit the bone."

The part of the blade is surprisingly brittle because it thins, whereas the human bone is surprisingly stiff. If you hit it to let it slide, it will still damage the sword if you hit it at a strange angle.

"I would have taught you to put your sword firmly to sleep when poking and avoid hitting the ribs, the center avoid hitting the sternum or spine"

"Ugh... because the other guy was weirdly rounding his body..."

"Then slash your face, not your body. Stop is enough."

Kasha dropped her shoulder just like Origa, with excuses stuck around.

Subsequent actions of one, two, three became a trauma later, both for Kasha and for Origa.

"Okay, now that we've got the material, let's just explain the structure of the human body here for a second"

"What? Of the human body, like this. Ugh?

"Teaching materials......? No way......"

"Fine. The front of the torso has this sternum and spine from the left and right ribs..."

"Ugh... Ugh..."

"Whew! Hey..."

Suddenly I cracked the body of the bandit's body with a knife and threw up before both Origa and Kasha listened properly to me, to one, two, three, starting with the description of the skeleton.

Focarol, a city ruled by Viscount Haagenti.

It's a city with bitter memories of Origa and Kasha being trapped before.

One two-headed carriage approaches the street at the entrance to the city. Behind the carriage is a young man on a horse.

One, two, and three, approaching Focarol, took out the carriage again and seated Oliga and Kasha side by side in the passenger seat. Origa and Kasha wear capes and hoods deep in their eyes. Neither did the soldiers of Focalol's prosecutor think it was unnatural, as it was a dress well done by the female inmates to avoid the sun.

"In many ways, I'm glad we're not bandits anymore after that..."

"Don't remind me, Kasha. I'd like to talk about it after I can sort it out with my mind, not my head..."

There were also one, two, three subtle cares about seeing two people throwing up so much that they wouldn't even get gastric fluids, and if they weren't used to it, just touching it, and the blue sky class, which ended with a skeleton description of the torso part, had done serious damage to both of them. Mainly spiritually.

Without the hood, you would have seen the two of them manipulating the horse with tears in their bright blue faces.

If I could afford to feel a little more, I might have tightened my feelings when I got to my first destination, but when I got in the mood, I was going to throw up again, and I felt strongly that I didn't want anything to happen.

When we arrive in front of the city entrance, one of the two soldiers who were in front of the gate approaches us.

I coughed up Oliga and Kasha if they weren't familiar men, and I told them one, two, three to keep their mouths shut if they looked familiar... but they don't cough.

"Stop. Check the carriage's luggage"

"Okay. Loading is mostly a travel tool, but there is an aqua sapphire in the crate, so please sign this for confirmation"

Unlike in the time of the Wang capital, one, two, and three, who got off the horse, took Aquasapphire's circulation confirmation from the nostalgia.

"Aquasapphire? All right, this crate."

The man who opens the box with a strangely accustomed hand nodded deliberately before closing the crate and signing the permit.

At that moment, one, two, three kicked the man in the belly.

"Gu!? Hey, do what!

He quickly approached the soldier who rolled to the ground, twisting his arms up and holding him down to his depression before he got up.

To a sudden assault, a soldier left at the gate rushes to pull out his sword and run.

I heard Origa and Kasha cough.

"You! What are you doing!

"Calm down. This is who I am."

One, two, three to stop the soldier who came running over by showing him the permits he showed in the king's capital and the coin of the quasi-knight title, and instruct him to explore the pocket of the soldier moaning with a lie.

When reluctantly obeyed, a pale and radiant aqua sapphire emerged from the nostalgia.

"Ko, this... Guzaphan, you!

The man who remains seized by one, two, three seems to be named Guzaphan. A soldier with the expression that he doesn't know what to do with the sudden discovery of a colleague's crime.

One, two and three, who twisted their arms up with even more force, asked Guzaphan in a low voice.

"There is a distribution permit that shows the characteristics of that gem, the box is closed and this guy's signature. Yet an aqua sapphire came out of this guy's nostalgia... well, shall I have an explanation? So we can see if we can convince them."

When Guzaphan looked up, Origa and Kasha, who took the hood, stood. The two familiar women looked full of anger. In the hand with the weapon, there is strength.

"Oh, you guys! You must have fallen into slavery..."

"Come on, talk to me. If you make excuses or deceptions for joking, you don't know what the scary ladies do, not to mention the kind of heart I am?

Back to back with the anger of the slaves, one, two, three laughed karakara.