Summoned Slaughterer

At the end of the meal, one young man approached one, two, three. He is wearing merchant-style tailored clothes and has a refreshing smile on his face.

"Hey, it's been a while! When did you get here?

The man, who sat next to one, two, three with a friendly greeting, handed a note to one, two, three in an invisible position from around him.

"Sounds like you've already eaten. I have a nice cafe nearby, how about it?

"No, you know..."

Without dating the man's tension in any way, one, two, three put the note on the table.

"I know what you want, but there's no suspicious guy around, so we don't need this kind of interaction. Besides, it doesn't make sense because I can't read. You, the Third Knights guy, right?

"Sure, the note says you're from the Third Knight."

Origa reads out the notes put on the table.

The man's smile disappeared into one, two, three polite cripples.

"Ugh, I didn't know you couldn't read the letters... Then why did they notice I was a knight?

"I feel like I told someone in the knight that a trained knight in the march, like the average man and you guys, walks differently."

I'm used to seeing it in the pajos, so I knew right away that one, two, three drank tea.

"So, what's the requirement? As soon as I left Wang Du, I thought if I lost all your signs, I wouldn't be keeping an eye on you except Wang Du."

"Yes, it is."

The knight who made his dwelling right, named him Subnak. Still a inexperienced knight, he says he lurks here in Focalol alone with the touch of an apprenticeship merchant.

"Well, Viscount Haagenti has also been an important subject of surveillance in the matter of the example marquis. It's a contact person to gather information. So, I just heard from Wang Du about the use of birds, and he told me to resume and continue surveillance here because you left Wang Du but couldn't catch up on the way."

Apparently, the tracker thought that he would choose to travel by common carriage because one, two, three of them had prepared a carriage, and likewise intended to follow him using the carriage as a merchant.

But as soon as I was a little far from the Wang capital, I stored the carriage and everyone ran off with horses, so they left me completely.

Same goes for Subnak, but the tracker seemed to have acted alone, and he doesn't have the idea of dealing with the situation in a two-man cell or a three-man cell. Even when Pajo was there, would he normally act alone just because he didn't have a weapon so he had separate surveillance?

"We don't have enough people. The plain Third Knights don't want to be enlisted, the good ones want the First Knights working in the castle, and the proud ones will be taken by the Second Knights."

In principle, the Knights can only enlist nobles, so the Third Knights, who also have the task of mixing and acting with civilians or, in some cases, lurking with guts, seem unpopular.

"But I think the Third Knight is the most useful job in protecting the people than the Second Knight, which moves after things happen, or the First Knight, which doesn't experience a crime scene in the first place."

"... so?

Come on, it's getting depressing, so one, two, three shut Sabnak up in one word.

"What can I do for you? Your job is my surveillance, not to make contact and promote the Third Knights."

"Oh, excuse me..."

Sabnak, realizing he was heating up, blushed and bowed his head.

I remembered Midas and Pajo with unknightly attitudes, and in one, two, three, the rating of “The Third Knight is a bunch of weird guys” was solidifying.

Upon receiving instructions from Wang Du, Sabnak hurried to the entrance and exit of Wang Du, but the sight had already spread there of nothing but a hell of a painting.

Sabnak, who had decently seen the mutilated bodies of the familiar soldiers roll, said he had vomited so much that no gastric fluids existed, and then had regained his mind and looked for one, two, three of them.

"To be honest, Viscount Haagenti wants to catch him alive. There is also the Marquis' confession, but the Marquis simply gives instructions and sucks up profits, not knowing exactly who was moving"

Subnak thought useful information could be obtained from Viscount Hagenti, the lord of the city where the incident actually took place and one of the causes of the Marquis faction.

As for the Knights, as Princess Imeralia instructed, this is only a stand-up play for Subnak, as the actions of one, two and three are a policy of proceeding with investigations independently without binding. That's it, he spoke honestly.

"I do not intend to disturb you or hostile you, but I would appreciate your help in clarifying this matter so that Princess Imeralia can rule this country in peace of mind"

Standing up, Sabnak bowed his head deeply.

Behind Sabnak's brain, the bodies of the soldiers we have just seen are recalled. There were also numerous incredible statements in the report on one hundred and twenty-three that came around from Wang Du. Says even kings and nobles kill relentlessly if they are hostile. murdered 10 members of the back organization in seconds of things. You can take a knight by bare hands without a weapon, etc.

If my words piss me off one, two, three, here I will die. But Sabnak wagered one, two, three that in order to make this country better as a knight, the matter would definitely be solved and cleaned around the royal family.

"... I don't mind that."

To the words of one, two, and three, Sabnak looked up.

"For me, I don't care about the Viscount, but for Origa and Kasha, he's a hateful opponent. Talk to these guys later and make up your mind."

Say no, one, two, three got up and went somewhere.

The two slaves who were suddenly entrusted with judgment and Sabnak, whose opponents were suddenly persuaded to change, were confused without knowing what to do with each other.

"Ahhh... for now, would you like some tea?

And then I said, "Napa!," he said, twitching himself in his heart, and then subnak calling the clerk to delude his reddened face again.

Kasha accidentally blew it out.

"Pfft... I'm sorry, it's not the same as when I first called."

"No, that's fine. When I tried to give you my notes, I practiced behind the building a few times and I was in the mood for it. Because I've had asthenia since I was a little girl and I'm not good at dealing with sudden things."

I don't like talking to people I meet for the first time, Sabnak said. He was also assigned here because he wanted to sharpen his skills as an intelligence agent at all by living on land he was unfamiliar with alone.

"I'm sorry, just talking about me. So, it's about the Viscount..."

"Before we do that, can you give us some information about the Marquis faction that the Knights have at their disposal? If you miss the Viscount, if you can kill any more vengeance, you may be convinced as far as I'm concerned."

Sabnak thought a little about Origa's words. “Maybe I'm convinced” means “Maybe I'm not convinced.”

Aristocrats and slaves in position. There is no comparison, and I would hardly even sit at the same table like this. But Sabnak recognises once again that Origa and Kasha are slaves to that fine sword knight. I feel a sense of intimidation that I don't even think of as a young woman, rather from Origa than from Kasha.

"... ok. Where do I start?"

After waiting for the tea to be put down, Sabnak started talking.

Around that time, one, two, three were hanging out and walking in the city.

He has a subtle knife on his hips.

"Is that it?

Asking no one, he found an international mansion larger than the surrounding houses as he headed toward the heart of the city and the way he thought.

Slowly approaching, he saw a metal sturdy looking gate open and several soldiers rushing out.

The soldiers were in an impatient shape, and as they passed by one, two, three sides, they ran straight to the city entrance. Apparently, now it has conveyed the total annihilation of the advance troops.

"... that's too late. I don't think there was anyone looking away, or maybe he's still not very aware of the transmission of information or anything."

Crushing without telling anyone, one, two, three go near the gate the soldiers had just popped out of.

"... no watch"

Apparently, he rooted his power into it.

One, two, and three entered dignified from the front, and the moment he tried to put his hand on the front door of the hall, he was moved by discomfort and jumped aside from the front of the door.

There was a loud noise and the wooden door was cut in pieces.

Peeping in through the ventilated entrance and exit, I have a face I have seen.

"You're the guy who was at the Marquis Mansion in Wangdu. Did I say Strass?"

"Remember... I still have to finish it"

It's a wide hall inside from the front door, and in the back, a strass fleeing at the Marquis' Mansion, sticks out his dagger and prepares for his next magic.

One, two, three, who flipped sarcastically, pulled his face in once, erased his footsteps and signs, and turned to the side of the building.

"Let it go!

I can hear Strass crouching, but I run ignored.

(Signs in the building are for 10 people. One is Strass and one is Viscount? The rest of you are servants... no, the sign upstairs... that was Tamms. Why are you here?

I remember a young soldier who was about to be killed by a colleague and stood up to see him die.

I had a bad feeling. One, two, three looked up, and the moment the maid opened the wooden door, either for replacing the air, it caught my eye.

When you jump up and put your left hand on the edge of the window, slide your body straight into the window.

I approached the maid who was amazed and solidified, giggling and showing her, then gently putting my hand on her neck muscle and causing her to lose her mind.

(sorry on the floor)

Lay down the maid's body gently, make sure there's no one in the hallway, then head to the room where they say Tams is.

I run down the slab corridor at considerable speeds, but I can only hear a slight rubbing noise.

Right here.

Stops in front of a piece of particularly heavy construction among the lined doors.

There's another sign of Tams inside.

I can't hear a sound, so I gently open the door and ask him how it was going through the gap.

"... I got the report. The rest of you left, didn't you?

"Yes. The deputy captain took everyone that was left to the scene. I asked you to report to the Viscount."

Talking to Tams sounds like a man with a sinister voice. What I could see out of the gap was a gentleman in his 40s, wearing brand new, embroidered clothes that nobility and one eye could see, listening to Tamms report as he took something out of the shelf in front of Tamms.

(That's Viscount Haagenti.)

"Nevertheless... too bad it was Guzaphan and Guru until the captain"

"Too bad... right, too bad"

It was the sword that Haagenti took out.

A straight sword with a 70cm blade crossing, decorated like a ritual.

The Viscount leaves his back to Tams, pulling out his sword and looking closely at himself.

"It's a serious crime. Many soldiers have been lost. We shouldn't be asking for a Knights investigation here..."

Apparently, Tamms is accusing Haagenti of it, with the soldier captain being the culprit of the evil. Moreover, it advances State intervention.

(He's an idiot)

They didn't come up with the idea that it might be Haagenti's instructions. Before that, will there be nobles who try to inform the country of the lapse of their self-government?

"You."

Haagenti makes his low voice even lower and snap.

"If you keep quiet, I don't think you need it."

Turning around, Tamms couldn't react to Haagenti's movement, which protruded the sword he had brought.

After alternating between a stabbed sword in his belly and Haagenti's face, Tams collapsed without a voice.

One, two, three then entered the room in the gap where Haagenti's gaze was pointed at the fallen Tams.

When Haagenti noticed the intrusion of one, two, three, the figure was already in front of him.

"Whoa!

Haagenti slashing me with a sword in his hand, but it was too late.

Hagen Tea, who was fisted in by Micho where he swung, turned his white eyes and passed out.

And here one, two, three, saw the fallen Tams, but they were already out.

Noticing the identity of the signs approaching, one, two, and three hid Haagenti behind the stationery and lay himself beside it.

Put it down for a beat and the painting hung on the overhead wall was mutilated.

Scattered paperwork scatters around an oil painting with cuts in the center.

One, two, and three, watching how it was, nodded with a certain certainty.

"We finally found him."

It was Strass who came into the room.

"That was late. I'm done with this one, so I can deal with you."

Hidden in the shadow of the desk, one, two, three stores the knife and takes it back to the clam.

"It's over, you say? You killed Haagenti."

"No."

One, two, three stand up, holding a sickle and shaking the chains.

"Just rub it. I'm still alive now."

"If... then we can't just leave yet. I didn't expect to be disturbed until here. I should have killed him then."

Strass is pointing his dagger at one, two, three, and chanting with Bosoboso again.

One, two, and three stand, as always, rocking the copper divider, without any particular standing.

"... finally ready? Die! No!"

The blade of the wind strikes one, two, three, but the blade of the wind was disturbed by a swayed portion of copper, and the wind blew rough the perimeter and vanished.

"What!?

Strass, who was absolutely confident in wind blade magic, could not hide his surprise in the magic that had been erased without creation.

"What have you done!

"As you can see, I just waved my weapon. Here, with Boone."

Shake the chains with copper to reproduce.

"Exactly. If they show it again and again, I can take action. You must have been confident, huh? I guess I got a lot of training too. But if that's all you got, that's it."

Throwed whole parts of the sickle as well as split copper, the sickle is entangled in the arm of an upsetting strass and the sickle stabs him in the right shoulder.

One, two, three approached Strass, who happened to drop the dagger, slowly, but without alarm.

"The wind blows and blows all sorts of things is an intriguing performance, and the range within which it actually cuts is narrow. At the Marquis' Mansion, Pajo was about shallow cut off his shoulder. As I was saying, scratching the painting won't even cut it. The blowing wind may seem horrible, but the reality is that you can't kill someone without hitting them in the neck."

Strass, who was completely discovered who the magic was, hastily re-grabbed the dagger with his left hand and began chanting again, but already one, two, three are in front of him.

"Slow"

I got a kick in the face, Strass rolled out to the hallway.

I can hear a woman screaming if she's seen her nosebleed and she's stuffy.

"If it were the magic of our Origa, we would have been able to attack by choosing a desk. It's faster to launch."

Remove the knife and cut the carp.

"I know you have some sights inside, but you couldn't stand in front of me."

One, two, three strikeouts strike a strass trying to stand up.

Strass' neck was starting to fall off his torso when he heard his right foot stepping on the floor as he slipped.

Turning to the end of the hallway, there was a maid who lost her hips in the shock of witnessing the moment of murder.

"Hih!"

When one, two, three approaches, they try to back off with frightened eyes, but not very fast enough to escape.

"Sorry about that. Can you stand?"

Touching it will scare you again, stopping at the right distance.

"This is who I am. Gather every servant but you in the hall."

"This is... Yes, or yes, I did!

Yolo, Yolo, and the risen maid ran to execute one, two, and three instructions.

One, two, three, in charge of the fainted Haagenti, returned to the dining room where the Origa and the others were located less than half an hour after one, two, three, had taken their seats off.

Though I was expecting you to say something about just cleaning up on your own.

"I smell a woman. What were you doing?

When I heard Origa's first voice, I lost my power.