Summoned Slaughterer

A group of about 20 people secretly leave the city in the middle of the night from the Expeditionary Army of the One, Two and Three who spend the night replenishing supplies together in Focarol.

This is Squad Three led by Alyssa.

Leave some for alert duty while traveling to the border and precede.

"So we kill the blurry border people in the night."

For some reason, one, two, three, who are supposed to lead the army, are running at the head of Squad Three.

"Normally, I think it starts when we have each other's numbers..."

It is Alyssa who follows directly behind one, two, three. In three more rows followed by 21 No. 3 squad members. Everyone in the Expeditionary Army, including them, is to act in threesomes (three-man cells) at the behest of one, two, three.

"Drop the idea of saying normal or something. I'm not a team player I promised. Whatever you do, it's better to win, and if you lose, remember to lose everything."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Everyone is on foot to hold back the sound.

One, two, three are wearing grassy objects made to order in this world, and everyone else is wearing boots that have engineered cotton on the soles of their shoes to hold down footsteps.

Still, the footsteps of the crew can be heard quite a bit, but little from one, two, three.

Everybody, listen up.

I walked across the break and ran another five minutes near dawn to reach a point called the border. Everyone breathes on their shoulders, but only one, two, three are flat after they breathe lightly.

"From now on, by the dawn of the night, we will turn off the power of Vichy's side. Faster and more secure than the enemy can perceive. Everybody out of the knife."

Troopers who do not hesitate to pull the knife out of their hips to order. The knife held backwards is a specially ordered item, making it a rare single blade in this world. Of course, Alyssa is pulling out the same thing.

"As I taught you. Read their sight. The only thing I aim for is my throat. Don't make a sound. Don't make me raise my voice."

Everyone nods silently at one, two, three talking with their fingers up.

"The operation, as I explained before we left, has not changed. Go."

The crew disappears to the border three by three, without even turning on the light.

"Let's go."

After seeing them all, one, two, three take Alyssa to the border.

Unlike the rest of the crew, from the front with dignity.

The border fort, two soldiers standing on the Orson Grande side of the aisle diving through it, seemed illuminated by every swinging pine light. It seems the story has arrived so far that there may be a war, and he seems slightly nervous, worried about Vichy's side in the partition.

In the absence of any particular movement, it appears that the crew who sent them ahead crossed the border without being noticed safely.

"Thank you"

There, I can't help but similarly because it's something that was accidentally voiced.

It was one, two, three with Alyssa who showed up without even holding the light in front of them.

"At night like this...?

"Well, there's a situation."

Saying, one, two, three took out the permit and showed it. It's a new document that specifies it's a Viscount treatment.

"This is...! I beg your pardon!

One, two, three respond with a gentle wave to the soldier who extends his spine and apologizes.

"I don't care. Looks like it's just the two of us, but is that what you think?

One, two, three pointed the finger, and it was over the aisle of the fort, on Vichy's side.

"Ha? Yes, I hear it's customary for both countries at night"

Basically, it's closed at night, so they're keeping the numbers to a minimum.

"Right. Alyssa, I'll do it for you both."

"Okay."

One, two, three. Bring the soldiers surprised by their conversation closer and closer to Vichy's side.

Soon, one, two, three hips had a knife raised.

"Hmm? Who is this in the middle of the night?

and when the soldier on Vichy's side turned around, his neck is away from his torso.

"If anyone asks, I'm an invader now."

The other one I was finding before I swung through the knife was also killed before I showed any reaction.

In the aisle behind me, the soldier I spoke to earlier looked stunned.

Looking back, one, two, three laughed as he delivered the sword.

"We start the war now. Tell every guy who tries to cross the border. I don't care if you get caught up and die."

One by one was quietly killed in the barracks on Vichy's side while one, two, three, were relaxing and violating the border.

The three soldiers who were patrolling around the building were first torn down in the throat and the rest died without waking up from sleep.

At dawn, by the time the Expeditionary Force main body arrived at the border, it had all been cleared, and one, two, three were waiting with their backs deposited in the border fort. The rest of the crew, courageously, are taking a nap at Vichy's side of the fort. The first time they experienced a night raid, they were uniformly excited, and now one, two, three, ordered them to go to sleep, given their impact on future operations.

When I saw one, two, three, Oliga got off the carriage and ran over.

"Your husband! Expeditionary Corps has no particular problem!

"Okay. Then on the other side of the border, Vichy's barracks are used as a base for operational preparations. We'll be out after lunch."

"Yes, sir."

Origa hurried back to the crew and gave instructions with Kasha to cross the border.

"Well... shall I sleep too?"

Not just the crew, but one, two, three also remembered the inner excitement. But unlike the soldiers, it's not about the earlier murder, it's about the upcoming battle.

I'm ready to go wild. It's easy, but I've got a plan. I think the plan is as simple as possible because I think that's funny, even if they don't move as they want.

With that in mind, Pajo approaches me.

I was wondering if you could tell me about the war.

"Dozens of Vichy soldiers who were at the border died. This one's harmless."

One, two, three answers sayingly to her as she asks the writing instrument in her hand.

"I heard you attacked where you were sleeping..."

"That's why I chose the night raid. Of course."

Pajo couldn't say anything more to one, two, three, who abandoned it as a matter of course. Perhaps from now on, this war will still happen beyond my understanding. Either way, if you're just tired of being responsive, if you're just tired, you're still going to be easily “disposed” of if you make one mistake.

"... ok. I'll give you a break, too."

The last day of Arosale, a city near the border, began with a young man visiting the hall of the city's representative.

"Is there a representative of this city now?

All of a sudden he came and suddenly told the man to put up a representative, the woman's official who responded was angry. Even so, in response to the impending paperwork from Orthon Grande, we are approaching the consideration of countermeasures and the preparation of defences.

"Do you have a promise?

The employee, who decides that he must have come to sell something without any promises at all, also says that he is grumpy.

"Promise. I sent you a letter a few days ago."

"Letter, is it?

There are circumstances in this world, demons and transportation networks, and only quite wealthy people send letters. Actually, the young man in front of me was a guest who had an appointment with Kitin, an official who got anxious about mishandling him, but it wasn't actually the other way around.

"Oh, I sent you a letter asking if you'd like to join us or fight. I came to hear that reply."

The paperwork I took out of my nostalgia and showed it was undoubtedly a passport officially issued in Orson Grande, and the man in front of me said he was a Viscount.

"Wait a minute, please. No!

To an unexpected visitor, the official rushed into the delegate's office, screaming in an upward voice.

The following officials, who heard the report, were all in a great hurry to prepare for the reception. Whatever the response, the delegates decided that there would be no hostility towards the nobles who came alone without them, and instructed them to be polite first.

In the meantime, when 123 abducted his previous representative Otis, a narrow official of the line, who was tipped off and strangled and passed out, checked remotely to confirm that it was him. The moment I saw his face, one, two, three gazes turned to the staff and a smile was turned, so the staff couldn't stop trembling and were taken to the infirmary.

Nevertheless, he invited one, two, three to the reception room and sat face-to-face with a man named Curson, who was a representative shortly after Otis was gone, in his mid-40s, and a knockout merchant who made one chamber of commerce join the big players in one generation.

Behind Culson stands the first female employee to respond to one, two, three. Apparently, he's in a position like his secretary.

"The rumors of one, two, three..."

"I don't need a roundabout greeting. Let's get a response first. We'll talk about it later."

First, he got out poorly and was blocked from trying to get in from greeting him, and Curson snorted. There are no nobles in Vichy, but I have done business with nobles from other countries, starting with Orson Grande, many times, but there were no opponents like this.

Due to the youth of one, two, three, Culson decided that he was a nobleman with little experience in rushing for results.

"Sorry, I received it from Orson Grande. I was still scrutinizing the contents of the document and would like your response to be awaited."

One, two, three laughed with his nose at Curson, who replied once to make him go home, clouding his words in the unusual place.

"Huh, the administration here is a lot more relaxed. I didn't know they were taking the delegates away and asking if they would resist and be destroyed or annexed, but they haven't decided to respond after a few days"

"... I didn't think that the killer would tell me... That kid, he's a nobleman, so I thought I'd get him out somewhat poorly, but this one can catch you as a criminal, right? I'll meditate on your eyes for some disrespect, so go home now."

In response to one, two, three, Curson changed his eyes and tone.

"I know you rush for results because you're young, but it's 10 years early to stick your neck in a country-to-country interaction. First, the documents from the Orson Grande are blackmail sentences out of the ordinary track. I guess Tochi went nuts and issued these documents because there was a kid who stuck his neck in the national government and happened to have done some crime called war effect? If you make fun of politics, you're gonna get a sore look."

"I see. I mean, I can't swallow this demand."

"Naturally. But don't even think about attacking Vichy with Orson Grande's force, okay? There's no way Orson Grande can win by hitting each other properly, whether it's military or financial. This is true of this city alone. I'm ready to defend myself."

Apparently, Curson decided Otis was just incompetent and didn't appreciate it as much for one, two or three strengths.

That's what I thought. One, two, three leaned back and looked up at the ceiling with a sigh.

"Think carefully and look. Why do you think I came here all by myself? Did you think I was an overconfident fool? He said he'd never be attacked.

"... what are you talking about?

"I'm saying which one of us is sweetly looking at exchanges between countries. Why do you think he always attacked you so clearly?"

Talking, one, two, three faces, who were smiling lightly, gradually intensified into anger.

"You said Culson. You're not thinking about the possibility of yourself being killed here? For example, what are the chances that my hands are raiding soldier packs everywhere? What if your handkerchief is missing before it's a fight?

"No way... but I haven't responded yet!

Curson is sweaty and wet all over his face, his waist floating softly.

"Didn't you realize that the document itself was a measure to tie you traders to the end? Credit is important, but it's a fine flower garden when you get there."

I stood up, pulled out my knife with a very natural modus operandi, and protruded.

……

The tip pierced Curson's lungs. Seeing as she fell seven times with pain and respiratory failure scattering her blood reflexes, the flashing female employee, with her buttocks on, didn't know why, was just crying.

"Your representative will die soon, but what will you do?

"Ko, don't kill me...... Please... I don't want to die yet..."

To the officials who crawled to the floor and begged for their lives, the momentum was shredded. One, two, three, saw Culson with a sword, but at some point, it was out. He is dead with his eyes open and a full look of anguish.

"If you don't choose to fight, advertise it to the whole city immediately. This city has been incorporated into the Orthon Grande since today."

That's all I said, a few members of the third squad broke into the reception room.

"Viscount, are you all right?

"Naturally. What happened to you guys?

"All soldier packs have been processed with no problems!

One, two, three, while the talks were under way, attacked the soldier's quarters that Alyssa had been hearing about, almost simultaneously, the third squad that had secretly broken into the city dispersed. To the extent that several people suffered minor injuries when they were resisted, the soldiers have all been killed.

A female employee who is still unable to stand up has heard incredible things.

"You heard."

"Yes!

"Soldiers are no longer available. Communicate to the residents just the staff of this building. Immediately. Tell the guy who has a complaint to come here. Because I'll kill you."

One, two, three, told me to go quickly, though I was hesitant, and I saw the officials leaving the room like crawling, the soldiers who reported, pitifully, while the enemy nation.

"What's going on with the most squad, the second squad?

We're blocking all entrances and exits to the city as planned.

"All right, I'm gonna go see what's going on. Two sets stay here, and if anyone makes any strange moves, kill them."

"Got it!

Taking the rest of the crew, one, two, three left the hall in a spirit.

Thus, the first unilateral invasion in this world ended Alosale's history as a small urban state, turning it into a merely regional city.

This fact was instantly conveyed not only to the surrounding cities, but also to the centre. So for the first time, Vichy was noticed.

Orson Grande said he was serious about fighting Vichy.