Summoned Slaughterer

One, two, three, who quickly tied up Guzaphan using the rope he had put on the carriage, rolled Guzaphan in front of Origa and Kasha when he told the remaining soldiers to call the person responsible.

"Oliga, what punishment will a man who steals noble possessions be subjected to?

"... Orson Grande's law is supposed to cut off his arm..."

"Sounds like a lot of things are done to the nobles who have been harmed. Still, it seems to be handled as a legitimate response."

To the words of Kasha, who had taken over Origa's words, Guzaphan turned his face blue and turned his eyes toward one, two, and three.

"Or give me a break! I was instructed from above..."

"Well, then tell me what the instructions are and who gave them."

"Oh, that's..."

Guzaphane could not answer. Even if you don't get killed here by one, two, three, I realized that at the time I gave you the name above, this time the person you're coming to kill will just change.

"Can't you tell me? Then..."

"Wait! Say it! Say it!

If you speak honestly, there will be no later, but if you do not speak, you will die now. Then I may have no choice but to think about it at all, but when I saw Guzaphan begging for his life with tears, both Origa and Kasha were kind of out of their minds.

"I thought I was fooled by such a pitiful..."

"Really. You can even lose your temper to kill..."

Talking like that, I saw an earlier soldier running from inside the city. From behind, a group of about 15 people comes. They're all wearing the same armor as Guzaphan, so they're probably soldiers in this city.

I watched him run this way, one, two, three, but the moment I realized something, I ran out toward that group.

"Behind you!

When I heard the screaming one, two, three voices, and the soldier looked back, a support unit that was following me was pulling out his sword at some point.

"Oh, why..."

The soldier, who stopped on, accidentally snapped as the colleagues behind him seemed to come at himself, not Guzzafan.

No, I was convinced with my closest soldier captain that it was actually coming at me, not because of my mind. The soldier captain is waving his sword up, but clearly his aim is himself.

"Wow!

"Avoid it, you idiot!

One hair at a time, one, two, three, thrust the near-slashed soldier with a forward kick as he sent his sword down.

A soldier captain who stepped on a bump, but not until he fell.

"Nooo, resist! You thief!

When the soldier captain threatens, the soldiers line up with swords to surround one, two, three.

Looks like a few headed towards Origa and Kasha.

"The thief must be from your place. Are you boiling your head?"

One, two, three, who pulled out a sledge knife, frowns when he tells her to throw it away.

"You're the boss of these guys. I knew you weren't ready, but if you're a scumbag, you mean you can't help it? Hmm?"

One, two, three. Are you listening to the provocation or not, the soldier leader restarts his sword and tells his men.

"This man is an idiot who tricked the nobles into putting wet clothes on our people and trying to kill them! I plead not guilty on this occasion now!

I dare to ignore it and scream out loud, telling it to sound like the average person watching it faraway. One, two, three thought this was an explanation. “That's what I do." I end the inconvenient. I don't seem to be the first offender around I'm used to.

Then, as one, two, three, the choice was one.

"Okay. I'm talking to you guys. I don't even care. I'm gonna kill you, so get it together."

"Don't lick me, young man! Die!"

He is the captain of the army who again slashes him from the upper section, but when he waved down his sword, he had a knife stabbed in his left eye. The blade that reached my brain lightly ended the life of the soldier captain.

"Origa, Kasha! You can kill him just like I taught you, do it out of your mind!

I don't see if the two of them responded to one, two, three voices.

You've decided that one, two, three is more dangerous than two women, and there are about 10 others besides the soldier captain surrounding one, two, three.

The soldier captain died and an upset ran among the soldiers, but at any rate, if we didn't finish one, two, three, we knew we were in danger, and we got right back on our feet and killed him.

(You didn't train the Kashas for a mass match. I'd like to tell you next time, but I don't think there's a lot of people)

Though relaxing, one, two, three moves fast.

Reposition the soldiers as they circle behind one of the proper ones before their attacks are launched.

"Guh!"

The man who was pushed into the place where one, two, three, was pierced by several swords and raised a distressed voice, but died as it was.

One, two, three move further in the meantime, slashing off one neck and then quickly storing the knife. It was the clam that took it out of the way.

As they wrapped them together and tangled their necks in chains, they pulled in and threw them off on their hips.

I heard a broken neck, we were both desperate, but when I untied the chain without confirming it, I scratched the throat of the man who was coming nearby with a sickle.

As he approached another opponent to avoid a bloodbath, chained to a protruding sword and snatched it away, he slammed a sickle into a gap in armor on his flank, cutting through his thoughtful belly.

The soldier, who watched his gut pour out, was dead at some point.

"Is that half of it? You're too unresponsive. If you don't try harder, it's not worth killing."

One, two, three, twitched in boredom, and yet another came slashing, but he was easily rolled over by being paid his leg, slashed in the carotid artery with a sickle waved to stroke, and died.

After killing the rest of the soldiers miserably, one, two, three turned their attention to the Origa while surrounded by corpses.

Seems like they were dealing with each other two at a time, but they've already knocked one down.

Origa didn't let him near him with a small scratch with his back sword, and he dropped his neck with the magic of the wind that was chanting where the movement was dull. The magic accuracy and sharpness seem to have increased.

On the contrary, Kasha, who was in melee with two swords, turned back the upper assault with the sword of his right hand and accidentally stuck the sword of his left hand in his leg where his opponent was on the side of the defense, slitting his throat where his movement stopped and killing him.

"Okay, well done"

In short praise, one, two, three, looked around, but at first the people of the city who were looking were also left alone, afraid of being involved.

The only other survivors besides the one, two, three, were the Guzaphans, who were still being hit with rope and rolled, and the men who had called the soldiers.

When one, two, and three asked the soldier who made sure the battle was over and stood up with his best, he named him Tams.

"What the hell is going on..."

In front of Tamms, who is flashing, the objects that were people roll all over the place, and the entrance to the blood-smelling city widens.

"You've been watching me from the beginning in the privileged seat, don't you see? Guzzafan is an asshole who fishes travelers' luggage, and his colleagues who rolled here, including your boss, were glue."

Whether you don't want to admit it or you're too shocked to think about anything, Tamms remains silent.

I don't care, so I decided to leave him alone. One, two, three stood in front of Guzaphan, whose companion was tragically killed and completely frightened.

"You, what happens when you imitate like this..."

"What happens? Double the number of people coming? Is there a stronger guy out there? You're not gonna tell me that because a great guy's coming out, are you?

One, two, three say so that Guzaphan can not wait to finish saying it, but stand still.

"Like you guys, there are too many guys whose position is that the guy up there thinks he's unconditional and great. Look at that body. Can you tell the difference between your colleague and your boss? Which meat is your friend? Which gut is your boss's? If we kill humans, we all spill our flesh and die. The same goes for kings, knights and gorotzki."

Guzaphane wasn't the only one who was listening to one, two, three. Origa and Kasha were also listening seriously.

"Me and you, people are basically the same. The difference is how you look to discern and what you think and do. You guys thought so much about it, and you were hostile to me. That's all."

Ignoring the stalling Guzaphan, one, two, three turned to the Origa's.

"Now I know what these guys did to me in an organized way. You'll know if the summariser was the guy just now or better, if you go ask. And then..."

One, two, three kicked Guzaphan over and pushed him right in front of the two slaves.

"If I'm in your shoes, I'll kill this guy. It's nothing where I killed him, it's not a mastermind or anything, but this is the guy who executed it. So I'll kill you."

I think that's the beginning of revenge, says one, two, three.

And I told him to look into Origa's and Kasha's eyes in turn, and then decide for himself what he wanted to do.

Kasha was lost.

Usually she talks in an abusive way, and the opposite of looking and being quiet, she talks to her husband, one, two, three, with ease, but she's basically not the type of person who can be fine with hurting people with a good person.

If your opponent comes at you with a weapon or something, then of course you choose to kill him rather than get killed, because otherwise you won't survive.

That's why there is resistance to killing an irresistible opponent because he is an enemy. If there was a big nickname for revenge, would that be the right thing to do as a person?

Oliga, standing next to her, said quietly, as Kasha twisted her unanswered questions around her head.

"... I will kill you"

Kippari and Origa said.

"Kasha, if I pull here, we feel much regret. Without ever being able to do what was hard on my eyes. We have to kill him and kill someone who made him do it. 'Cause that's when we decided that instead of having your husband do it, we'd get revenge in our own hands, right?

This time, Oliga grinned bitterly that her husband had dined for her.

Yes, and Kasha felt her head cleared.

"The enemies of Atashi have to be dealt with by Atashi."

I pulled out only one sword and Kasha smiled at Origa as well.

"Master, if you don't mind, can I borrow your husband's“ katana ”?

Decided to fulfill Origa's wish to kill him with his own hands, not with magic, one, two, three, cut the carp and then turned the pattern to Origa.

Then the drawn body painted a beautiful curve with a pale glow and had an atmosphere that made people forget that it was a tool to take their lives.

Oliga, who received the knife respectfully, lined up with Kasha and looked down at Guzaphan, who followed him firmly with both hands and rolled at his feet.

"Ya stop... I'm sorry. Even if I didn't have orders..."

"Shut up."

It was Origa who spoke cold. Kasha is pulling her mouth together in a tense manner.

"Think of death as salvation. The raw of despair we felt was a day of anxiety about future suffering. It should be better to live with the anxiety of what humiliation and how to be killed crushed by a miserable picture of the future that you can't get out of your head without thinking about it. If you die, that's it."

When I finished, Origa saw her best friend standing next to her.

Kasha nodded only once, poking her sword at the same time as Origa.

"Gi...!

To so much pain, Guzaphane, who could only speak out a devoured voice, did not die instantly.

The two swords damaged Guzaphan's femoral artery, causing frightening blood to spill out, but a little respite was granted by the time he died.

"I'll watch you die. You're going to die regretting watching the faces of your athletes."

"We regretted a lot about that time. You deceived me. So now regret what you did back then."

The two of them stared at Guzaphan with emotionless eyes.

One, two, and three, who watched silently, thought that his eyes narrowed and he looked down as if he were beautiful as a merciful Virgin Mary, and that there was no

Guzaphan died crushing that he didn't want to die.

For one thing, it was the moment when the revenge between Origa and Kasha came to pass.

With two slaves who would say nothing, one, two, three went into the dining room.

Sometimes it was just time for a meal, but I thought the Origa and the others couldn't move without putting some time aside.

He was frightened and almost refused entry, but when he came to work in the country, he showed me a pass and a medal showing nobility, and he reluctantly put me in the store.

"Sorry."

With that said, I told the clerk to hold the small amount and then bring the right dishes.

"How long are you going to be mocking me? Time to wake up."

"also, sorry"

"... I think you can let me soak up a little bit of sentiment"

One, two, three thought the woman was strong to Oliga, who remembered her slave position and apologized hastily, and to Kasha, who stuck out her lips and expressed her dissatisfaction. Thought I'd shock you a little harder, but it doesn't seem to be a problem.

"Don't be satisfied that you've defeated one guy on the bottom line, too. We're still going to have to kill him."

"... it's a prerequisite to kill."

"A weirdly high-ranking, wicked, working guy does the same thing again, even if he fails and looks at his painful eyes, thinking he was just unlucky"

So it's good that guys who are hostile and say things from above just turn them off. The rest is easy, says one, two, three.

One dish after another is arranged before the three of us who talk like that.

A little more and weirdly extravagant, but I guess the shopkeeper who found out one, two, three was aristocratic worked hard to prepare it.

One, two, and three very simply told of their plans after meal, as they toyed with soft pork sauté-style steaks and crisp fresh salads, as opposed to oliga, who did not know their appetite and reluctantly ate.

"If you eat, we'll go to Viscount Haagenti's mansion. I have to go say hello."

It was told as if he were planning a trip. That only sounded like a new declaration of killing in Kasha's ear.