Summoned Slaughterer

After deciding to prepare for war in a short period of time, one, two, three routines became extremely busy.

In addition to training, equipping and operational planning for the formation of the troops, I had to think about future policies as I read materials on the newly lorded Focarol and surrounding villages.

"Well, I'm leaving. I'm leaving. It's an unknown gold storm. I didn't break it all the time."

Dedicated to one room for multiple meetings in the royal castle, one, two, three spend no step out of the king's capital, in this room carrying out his clerkship. In this room today are the five slaves who bought in from Woolal the other day.

All of a sudden, the slaves brought to the royal castle were given rooms by men and women in anxiety, and on the first day one, two, three were kept busy, and had to eat and sleep in fear of a lavish meal without being instructed to do anything.

And on the second day, the first voice, called and gathered in the morning by one, two, three, was a dialogue from the Viscounty's statement of income and expenditure, sent by Subnak, who was packing it temporarily in the former Viscounty of Haagenti.

"In the meantime, sit down appropriately. Oh, not on the floor, in the chair."

I spoke to the slaves who stood up without knowing what to do, making sure they were all seated, and then handed out a bunch of paper spelled out to all of them pointy.

"Now, I'm going to talk about the work you guys are going to do. Even so, I'm going to war for a while, so remember what it says on the paper."

"Um, your husband... what is this?

When one female slave asked the question in a fine voice, one, two, three answered with a true face.

"It's a textbook I made for you guys."

(123) was prepared on the multiplication 99 and the method for calculating the allocation. about percentages. It was a way to calculate areas and volumes and a simple way to keep books.

In this world, it's only used by scholars. Taxes are also mostly person-head taxes, so neither are so difficult calculations used. Percentages, etc., were the first time that one, two, three were represented in this world.

"I ask you to work as civilians in my new territory. That's why you have to remember at least this much."

I look over everyone's face and say as I poke my paperwork with a ton of tongues and fingertips.

"Bu, are you a civilian? I'm a slave..."

"Civilians and slaves have nothing to do with it if it can be used. I went to Woolal's simply because it's quick to gather talent. If someone else is the right person, I'm going to hire them every time."

More than that, they asked me to listen carefully because I would explain the contents, and the slaves stared desperately at the paperwork. If we fail here, we don't know what we're going to do.

I spent the morning teaching the slaves, later self-study.

One, two, three, who had just finished lunch, left the castle as it was and headed to the training station behind the barracks. When it comes to training centers, there are only a lot of empty spaces that I don't think are all over the city.

When one, two, three arrived, there were 100 soldiers and Origa and the others waiting there.

"Align per unit!

I raised dirt and dust at my feet and 100 people stretched their spines.

The soldiers have already been divided into units with information on the documents. Infantry as the most squad, Engineer as the second squad, Scout as the third squad. 30 each. Nothing. There are 10 heavy units.

In Orson Grande, where hitherto the extent that cavalry or infantry were divided by nobility or civilians, this formation was taken with bewilderment, but one, two, three, can't possibly care less about such things, and it ends with a "do as you please" word.

"Clearly, at the beginning of the war, you're going to train, so do it with ease. I'll kill the enemy, so in the meantime, you can do a few ops and remember your part."

In one, two, three words hung in greeting, the soldiers are clearly upset. Even if nobles tell you to go to death, nobles don't tell you to take it easy.

"One, two, three. Sun, that'll lower your morale, won't it?

Freed from slavery, Kasha smiles bitterly as she finally gets used to the way she calls her changed. She was entrusted with the role of leading the infantry as the most squad captain.

"That's okay. It doesn't matter if you have morale or not because if you can act as I say, you won't die. Especially since the Infantry Corps focuses on guarding engineers and heavy soldiers, so maybe you're free."

Ignoring Karsha, who swells otherwise, he said he would explain his main role and how to do it for each squad, calling only the second squad nearby, and instructing the other squads to run in and dig holes while they waited.

With Origa in the lead, the second squad, gathered as engineers, lines up in front of one, two, three.

"Do you have any experience in this fight?

A few people raised their hands to one, two, three inquiries, so I asked them in turn how they fought then, all of which were the same. In short, it's in the form of aligning to the plains and bumping into each other simultaneously. Before the clash, they made some kind of decision between each other's generals.

Some of them took part in the battle against the Beasts, but as they proceeded in alignment through the wilderness, they said when they were surrounded and beaten down scatterly and defeated.

One, two, three have their heads. There have only been more well-behaved fights than I imagined. The Beastman tribe may be much better when it comes to fighting things.

"Okay. Forget all the war experience you've had. Your role is to" prepare for easy victory in war ”. I'm not telling you to stand in line and storm."

"Are you ready to win with ease?

Oliga, who was in the lead, asks questions on behalf of the confused soldiers.

"That's right. I'll explain what I'm going to do in the first city I attack, so listen carefully."

Then one, two, three explained the respective roles and things to be prepared for each unit, and further explained the training schedule to the departure.

"I can only come and see it once in a while, so the captain will take care of it."

"Got it!

Alyssa answers well, but the soldiers of Squad Three, the scout she leads, look restless. Scout to grab enemy information and plan an operation as soon as possible. It sounds natural, but little has been done in this world.

While listening to the war experience, one, two, three thought that the Beastmen could be doing that, but keep it in the corner of your head because the next time they're human.

"Then I'll go out, I'll take care of it later."

A man who should soon officially be a Viscount, but he also left to hang out in the castle town without taking his squire.

Civilians and knights are not the only ones entering and leaving the castle, but of course there are a large number of high-ranking nobles at the heart of politics.

Many of them knew who one, two, three were and what they did on the day they came to this world. Instead, I was witnessing. I was also horrified to hear that one, two, three had left the King's Capital. In the meantime, if I thought I had returned almost immediately, he would be treated as a hero for what mistake and now a Viscount.

As a nobleman proud of his lineage, he cannot say it face to face, although his heart thinks it is a young man without a nose. On the contrary, I put it in my mouth by accident, but at the end of the day, when I got into one, two, three ears, I thought I would be killed this time, and only in a very small gathering did I get one, two, three topics.

But there are people everywhere who are oblivious to information.

"Your Royal Highness, I would fool you to think that you are overusing a man named One, Two, Three..."

The man who visited the Immelalia office and thanked his subordinates for his visit was Debord, the second son of the Marquis of Munzer, who ruled the southern neighborhood of King Orson Grande Capital.

(That's really foolish)

Imeralia almost put what she thought was at stake in her mouth as she overlapped words in front of her and watched Debord denounce one, two, three.

Debord had a character that looked down on others more than he was born to, but that tendency became stronger after he got the title Third Knights Deputy Captain, who was not commensurate with his abilities with the help of his father, the Marquis.

It's not like the sword can be used well, I can't say I'm good at administrative or flattery, I was just thrown into a place that from around me wouldn't dare be poisoned or medicated, but I assume I became a deputy captain with no experience as a squad member because I'm good at it.

"He's a hero in this country now. You will buy disgust from the people if you treat them cold. Besides, you'll need his help to settle what happened with Vichy."

"We nobles, not to mention His Royal Highness the Princess, need to worry about the opinion of the people."

Imeralia wondered if this guy was serious. Debord wasn't a man, and Marquis Munzer was really lucky. My eldest son is the type who doesn't stand out, but does everything.

Debord's tongue turns well.

"If you leave Vichy to me, you'll have to fight."

Imeraria thought Devolt's aim was easy to understand. I suppose you consider marrying Imeralia with the merit of resolving the friction with Vichy, from which one, two or three actions began. He says the eldest son of the Marquis Lagrine family, who was his biggest rival, is dead and thinks he's “on his own" as his most prominent candidate.

"I'll leave that to you, then."

It was not Imeraria who spoke to Debord.

Coming into the office was one, two, three, deliberately thanking Niyaniya with a laugh.

"Who are you! Now I'm the one who's got a big role to play from Her Royal Highness!

Now it was time for Imeraria to sigh at Debord, who was calling out what was going on on on her own in her brain. You made one, two, three accusations, and you didn't even know their faces.

"That's one, two, three you talked about earlier. More so, Imeraria."

"What is it?

"I think this guy's offer is a good idea inside, huh?

"Ki, you! What a way to hear your mouth towards Her Royal Highness!

Sometimes he was embarrassed he didn't know the face of one, two, three, or Debord, who was angry at him with a bright red top from his neck, shouted out and tried to poke one, two, three, but he was well returned to his power, which pushed his shoulders, and rolled to the floor.

"Here, disrespectful toward the Marquis!

"What are you talking about rolling on your own? And don't call me Marquis, even though I'm not your successor."

"Gu..."

Whether it was at last the limit of patience, Debord, who made his head climb so red and black, opened his mouth before pronouncing the next word.

"Munzer, now Master One, Two, Three and I are talking. Refrain."

"But..."

"I won't ask you again."

Said Kippari, Debord left the room, staring at all the shooting and killing.

"So, what can I do for you?"

"I'd like you to sign the papers."

As I say, Imeraria frowns as she receives it to one, two, three, who gives me the documents I took out of the Dark Magic Storage.

"… let's see"

The written statement states that if Vichy were to seek a settlement with Orson Grande, he would hand over an operative named Bailevra as an important reference person in the case, who would be able to respond to the negotiations for the first time with his actions.

"... the request alone, the substance is a written promise of nothing"

"I thought about it for a while but couldn't figure out a way to find and catch Bailevra in Vichy. I'm going to hunt down Vichy to some extent and then send her to the center."

"Vichy wants us to deliver him."

"But if you will."

One, two, and three sat down to the reception provided for the office, and threw one baked treat that was at the table into his mouth. The sweetness of sawdust in your mouth is just the elegance that makes you think it's for princesses.

"I don't know what to say, but you were still going to look for Bailevra."

"You're a sweet husband, aren't you?

I laugh when I say it's former.

"People live and grow, either directly or indirectly, by killing something. In those cases, it just so happens that that's the relationship between the deception and deception of the human opponent, who decides to kill and complete the opponent. Trouble finding someone. If that's the case, I just thought I could do it with one hassle or as much as that for the reward that helped me."

Another thing, after seeing one, two, three, throwing baked sweets into his mouth, Imeraria took a feather pen and put in a signature.

If that's the case, I'd be happy to work with you.

I whined softly in my breath to dry the ink, in a voice to see if I could hear it.

Thus ten days passed, and ready, one, two, three. The Vichy Expeditionary Army left the king's capital.

Normally, he gathers the gaze of the people flashly and leaves the city in grandeur, but with one, two, three intentions, before dawn, he parted into multiple parts and secretly proceeded to the street.

Food and other supplies are transported to the city of Focarol near the border first, so most soldiers have about their own weapons, and the most food on the move is pulled by the carriage of the heavy units.

The leading carriage is attended by Pajo as a seer to the Acting Princess, three captains, one, two, three and three Origa and others.

"... you're sleepy"

"The sun hasn't come out yet..."

I hear Alyssa and Kasha haven't woken up completely yet. One, two, three thought I was right to not dare throw him into the carriage because I couldn't show him as captain.

"We'll stay overnight when we get to Focalo and leave again in the early morning. Check the contents of the operation."

"Well... this is the first time I've heard anything about that“ operation "..."

It seems to Pajo, a knight, that the method devised by one, two, three is distracting.

"I don't mean to do anything to you. Besides, it doesn't really matter who the traders are to the general public. Even if we bought objections at first, if we found out that there was no obstacle to our lives, we'd just be chased to our lives in no time"

"But..."

"Pajo."

Stop what I'm about to say, and one, two, three look into Pajo's eyes. There are no friendly feelings there. One is the dark darkness when you kill people, which I showed you that night I first met you.

"I'm not going to want to make this country better or fight for the people. It's just that I've never crossed the line to fight until I'm satisfied. I don't mind you going for a country like that, but if that gets in my way, I'll kill you."

Pajo doesn't even sweat at the killing intentions of one, two, three that have been directed at him for a long time. I'm thirsty and my breathtaking throat hurts tingly.

All I managed to say without going out of sight was one word.

"… I just see this battle through"

"That's right. That's fine."

When the story was over, one, two, three jumped out of the carriage in motion and cleverly jumped on his horse, which was side-by-side.

After one, two, three is gone, the air in the heavy carriage becomes just a little lighter.

"Mr. Pajo."

Oliga speaks to Pajo, who was drinking water from a leather water bottle.

"... what is it?

"Mr. Pajo will not be hostile to Lady One, Two, Three, will he?

That was a warning in the form of a question.

Without getting lost, Pajo answers.

"I'm the Knight of the Orson Grande, so I'm just gonna do my part."

"Really? If that role and all that gets in the way of one, two, three... know that one, two, three is not the only enemy you have."

While both Alyssa and Kasha fell asleep, it was Pajo who wanted to move to the horse himself.