Summoned Slaughterer

The Vichy Central Committee is run by a member elected from the five major cities representing Vichy, commonly known as the “Central” within Vichy.

Essentially, in the system that recognizes autonomy for each city, most of what can be decided there is a general degree of guidance, but having certain compulsory powers with regard to military and defense brings together Vichy, the most likely urban collective state.

From the center to each city, a liaison officer is dispatched to the surface, and in the back, the surveillance eye from the center is complete, both superficially and internally, in the form of operatives entering and leaving. For this reason, no urban state has existed for more than the last 50 years to voluntarily leave Vichy......

"What the hell is going on! What's going on?

A plenty of fat men roughed up their voices in a central committee meeting hall, a qualitative yet heavily built room.

"It doesn't even start with noise. We should gather information first."

"But Alosale's representative is missing. According to the investigators we dispatched, most of the soldiers have been killed. It will take time for the information to come together."

"While you're bringing it, the Orthon Grande guys might come up with something."

"Let's not have that. If there's no reason to go to war, it doesn't look like we're getting ready for it from the distribution."

The central commissioners share their opinions with each other, but no one could say anything conclusive at the present time, knowing only the extent to which "apparently many soldiers were killed in allo sale”.

I suppose we should protest against the Orthon Grande immediately, but to say it's unlimited suspicious is not something that has any proof.

"Excuse me!

A soldier with a single paperwork rushed into a conference hall where there was never any cohesion.

"What? We're in a meeting, aren't we?

"That's... Orson Grande has written a protest against our country"

"Protest!?

The man, who stood up trying to punch his desk, rocked his fat belly and approached the soldier, slamming the writing.

"... this..."

When a female commissioner receives the paperwork from a man who is out of line, they all peek into the writing.

"Which..."

A written statement from Orson Grande stated that the Vichy Central Committee had confused people by the magic equipment obtained from the Holland, had given instructions to the city state with its power, had tried to kill an innocent girl, and had furthermore secured an act of aggression using that magic equipment up to Orson Grande territory, as well as the documents and testimonies evidencing it.

Furthermore, the Orthon Grande shall hustle this tyranny of Vichy to an urban state belonging to all Vichy, and shall ask whether, within a certain period of time, he will support the Vichy Central Committee or, as an independent state, leave the Urban Union or belong to the Orthon Grande, and it is written that if he is to side with Vichy, both the Central Committee and all will lay down an iron gavel in the name of justice.

"Instead of protesting, this is a declaration of war!

"How the hell..."

"It's not like I'm being shy. You should immediately contact each city and notify them not to respond to a joke written by Orson Grande."

"Yes, indeed... you! Send a circular to every liaison officer in every city immediately!

"Ha! Roger that!

The soldier who brought the paperwork immediately flew out of the conference hall.

"This is Vichy's biggest crisis. In the unlikely event that a city comes out to think about leaving..."

"I don't think so. We don't have to know the size of our cities, and no other city can be founded as a nation alone."

"Is that so... even if we think about the force, if we think about the personnel to break into the Holland side or the Beastman area, we won't be able to imitate it so much that it affects our country"

An intermittent relief came to the conference hall, but the response to the Orson Grande has yet to be decided.

The meeting, which did not come together at all, was adjourned by what a passive response was to first confirm cooperation with the city state.

Or here, there may have been a different future if we had responded aggressively to the Orthon Grande, but they could not end up away from the unscrupulous common sense that the bond of their country was unshakable.

Two days from the climb of one, two, three. One, two, three were still in the castle.

"A coalition or a collective of urban states means that rights are decentralized and stable governance is easy everywhere. If we can work together successfully, we can grow specialized industries and develop each other's economies. But it's easier to break away if there's any disadvantage than the“ country ”system that you have to protect in the end is only for each city."

In a room reserved in the castle, one, two and three say, eating steak in the morning in a mole.

Of course he's the one who set up the writing for Vichy.

In attendance is Princess Imeraria, Alyssa. And it's Oliga and Kasha, freed from slavery.

The Origa and the others did not leave the former one, two, three, even when they were freed from slavery. The fact that we have not yet avenged them meant that we will follow them as adventurers hired exclusively by one, two, three. Whereas Origa's strong hope and Kasha tuned in to it, one, two, three said lightly, "Then I'll hire you. Just until you catch or kill Bailevra," he undertook lightly.

Alyssa was to be hired as one, two, three squire who became a Viscount. Even so, I was a little upset that I gained my status in this country. At the end of the ritual of the Duke, he is to travel with the Origa to the territory.

"But I got a brief explanation, were you sure this was a good idea..."

Imeraria, in contrast to one, two, three, puts anxiety on her face and her hands are stopped by her ungushing appetite.

On the day one twenty-three returned to the castle, Imeralia drew up a letter to Vichy with a proposal from him, which she had him deliver to the Central Committee through the birds and the early horses, as well as Vichy's resident ambassador. Probably will have reached Vichy Central by about tomorrow. It's the fastest transmission level in this world.

At that time, one, two, three, told Vichy's center to send him the paperwork to look at the protests based on the documents collected and, in some cases, "city by city" and impose sanctions as soon as possible.

"So, for a while, we can't move to monitor each other's movements from city to city. I can't believe the neighboring city was an enemy at some point, because it's not funny. Besides, as far as the paperwork is concerned, we don't have much of a force in the center either. It's like putting it together as a country due to the economic power of its size and the influence of the operatives turning their hands around from behind. If this is Vichy first, they'll have to be desperate for the whole country."

To the words of one, two, three, Immelalia could not argue. I consulted with the Prime Minister and made hasty arrangements for it, but over time, questions arise. There was a rush at that time that I had to hurry, but a paragraph makes me think that this equals a declaration of war.

"At least, if it's not a strong political system, we won't be able to move for about two weeks any sooner than the council system is in the form of a central committee where no one's support is at the centre"

To one, two, and three, who stood up as he said, the Origa tried to follow, but gently controlled by hand.

"Which way?

"Shop under the castle in a minute."

I took it in the hooded cape hand that I had prepared to hide my face, and one, two, three left the room behind in light footsteps.

"Um..."

After one, two, three left, Alyssa opened her mouth. Gather everyone's gaze.

"One, two, three, they said something drastic about crushing Vichy, but some kind of paperwork to hold him down, that's a tranquil flow, right?

"Mr. Alyssa, if you're an aristocratic squire, you'll have to fix your language."

"Ahhh..."

It was pointed out to Imeraria as pissy, and Alyssa shriveled.

"Besides, it's about the behavior of one, two, three, but it's not convenient at all."

"What do you mean?

"Perhaps one, two, three are going to split up and attack the city state. To that end, there was a proposal from the Vichy side, which cannot move now, from the One, Two, Three Lord, to concentrate his troops on the Holland side and consolidate the border. I've been asked to divide only 100 troops for myself as a leader."

Apparently, there was a discussion between Imeraria and one, two, three.

"What does Atashi say, but often the princess admitted to a confrontation with Vichy?"

"... if you don't crush Vichy, this country will crumble better. One, two, three will rampage and collapse in the country, or distribution from Vichy will stop completely and die..."

In fact, Imeralia sighed that she had no choice.

"Oh, if you think it's someone, it's the Viscount."

One, two, three took a leg in an armoury store run by Torn of Dwarves.

"How do you know that?"

"Billa was scattered. I saw a customer bring it."

The parchment that Torn protruded says that the hero who saved the woman from Vichy, 123, was to be described to the Viscount as the new border lord to protect the Orson Grande from Vichy.

"Huh. Even parchment wouldn't be cheap."

"But I guess the Yazi horses wouldn't have disbanded if they hadn't. More than that, you're here to buy something... rather than let me make something strange again?

"What is strange is rude. It's a great tool for battle."

Saying, one, two, three removed several sheets of paper from the Dark Magic Storage. It's a fine piece of paper found in the royal castle.

"I like it. I like it."

Having said that, Torn's eyes shine with curiosity, pointing over the widened paper.

"What the hell?

"The dimensions are exactly as it says there, and the number of orders is this"

Written on paper were blueprints of some tools and structural drawings of weapons.

"What are we gonna do with all this stuff?

"If you want to see what I can do, come with me to Focalol. I'll show you how to fight for the first time in this world."

"Hmm, let's think about it. First of all, that's a lot of numbers. The structure is complicated. It's gonna take two weeks."

"I need them all in ten days."

"... let me call someone I know to help"

One, two, three more, head to Woolal's slave shop.

As usual, Mido, standing as a gatekeeper, rushed into the back of the store when he saw one, two or three faces.

Woolal comes out of the store with little to no waiting.

"This is one, two, three. We hear about your work. Thank you so much for remembering our store. Please come in."

Sitting at the head of Woolal to a reception that had been in before, one, two, three said they wanted the guy whose letters could be used to calculate to look like a young and old man without distinction.

"It may be difficult, but I'd prefer someone as smart as possible"

"Ha ha! Sure, there aren't many smart people in slavery. Whoa, this is a secret for Origa and Kasha, isn't it? Well, let's just get you ready."

Five men and women arrived in a room lined up as they followed Woolal, who had been waiting for about five minutes and was ready.

Again, they all stand bonkers in a simple barrel torso, thin and dirty.

"These all have some computation and character reading and writing"

It ranged from former bureaucrats who embezzled and those who ended up in slavery after the inn they worked for as bookkeeping was crushed and unemployed.

I had a conversation with each of them, and most of them were able to make extra deductions but not multiply allotments, but I decided to give up that this was also the standard in this world.

"Let's buy them all. I'll give you the money, clean your body, put on some new clothes, and bring me to Royal Castle tomorrow."

"Yes, I did. By the way, why are you looking for an educated slave?

Can I say that there is upbringing to this extent, I doubted one, two, three, but I left it untouched there.

"Preparation is important to fight through. What's more, are there dwarf slaves with clever hands?

To one, two, three questions, Oolal bowed his head respectfully.

"Of course you are"

Coming back to the royal castle with exasperation, one, two, three, cut out the Origa and the others as they gathered for future explanations.

"In ten days we will leave the King's Capital and head to Focarol. If it's true, it seems customary to go around other villages in the realm, but I'll skip it because it was before the war."

To the word pre-war, Alyssa and the others put a lot of strength into their shoulders.

"I'll be ready by then, but the first step is troop formation. Troops are divided into four parts: 100 into 30, 30, 30 and 10. The last one's a heavy squad."

"Sichoutai, is it?

"From there..."

Apparently in this world it is normal to carry your own food and ingredients, separate and cook each team, and the words Heavy Soldiers and Heavy Forces do not exist.

"Well, I'll explain next time, so for now, you just need to remember that we have a unit that specializes in carrying materials, food, and cooking. Each of the other 30 is part of a team, and they share roles. So, each best squad captain is Kasha, second squad captain is Origa, and third squad captain is Alyssa."

"Yay, I can't do a captain!?

I give Alyssa, who stood up in a hurry, a light chop, and the other two, upset, also hold her down with their eyes.

"The way we've been fighting won't help anyway. I'm with whoever's captain."

"Will it serve us..."

"Don't worry about it. At first, the opponent is not in a position to fight properly."

"What do you mean?

Out a new piece of paper, one, two, three, when Kasha's question was thrown at him, he said without stopping his hand in writing.

"If my predictions are correct, it will be a siege battle involving the general public at first."

"Citizens..."

Last but not least the words of Origa, the interior was filled only with the sound of a feather pen with one, two or three.