Summoned Slaughterer

Debord, the second son of the Marquis of Munzer, leaves the King's Capital with ten escorts and an equal number of servants. The figure was obviously conscious when one, two, three, brought Alyssa back to the king's capital, wrapping around the billa she had herself prepared, yet looking like a parade.

The scattered billa reads: "By virtue of the sole wish of the Princess of Immelalia, Debord Munzer became a messenger for the peace and tranquillity of the people”.

However, the literacy rate is still low, albeit in the Wang capital. There was little to read, no matter who picked it up. Only some drunkards and conditioners cheered, much more watching flashy favorite aristocrats chill.

Likewise, the glance of Imeraria, dropping off from the balcony of the royal castle, is that of the extreme cold.

"Dear Imeraria, Was it this way?"

It was Pajo of the Third Knights who spoke up.

"Is that Pajo..."

Turning around, Imeraria saw Pajo's face and pulled out a little shoulder strength.

"Now you've sacrificed people for your government too..."

No, Imeralia mocks herself wondering if the first victim is that brave man.

"Debord's aim is Dear Imeralia. I would be foolish to say this is self-defense. Besides, I am the only one who has contributed. Let me be guilty of sacrificing the man."

"… I am delighted by your loyalty. Now we have to move on so that we don't lose that strategy."

Pajo was frustrated with regret as he followed Imeralia leaving the balcony for the office. that I did not think of a way to sacrifice someone, but communicated it to the main Imeraria.

Breaking up with one, two, three, and hurrying back to the king's capital with Kasha and Sabnak, Pajo climbed the castle to report to Immelalia in a hurry, also there to shed the dust of his journey.

Pajo and Sabnak, and combined with Kasha, who was allowed to climb the castle, and Imeralia gave Kasha some money as comfort. Sometimes I have been given quite a reward by one, two, three, Kasha reluctantly at first, but it is in the form of being pushed half forcefully, told by the original hand to rebuild my life.

This also meant from Pajo's previous reports that doing so would attract Kasha somewhat to the royal side. Imeraria thought cheap if we could draw in those who were close to one, two, three with some money.

Even after Sabnak and Kasha dropped back, only Pajo had a long meeting with Imeralia. Imeraria feared that by continuing the war any longer, one day it would be time to face Orson Grande in earnest, and wanted to ask Pajo, who had seen one, two or three battles nearby.

"At first, I didn't think that Dear One, Two, Three would improve the results so far. This will be the sweetness of my prospects. His perception of insanity was not sufficient, even if it was a battle between a large number and a large number of individuals because of their strong martial arts."

"Dear Imeralia, that is something I can say, and I can say it to the Chancellor. It would be unexpected for anyone who likes to fight so vividly to hold down enemy land."

Just because you're strong as an individual doesn't mean you can survive a war. For the two of us who have been educated as royalty and knights, it was unexpected that one, two, three, honest in piercing would be proficient in strategy and tactics, and would be accomplished with minimal sacrifice in an unprecedented way in the past.

The activity of one, two, three is the subject of outfits by merchants coming from the Vichy side, and when “The Knight of the Fine Sword” has already overwhelmed Vichy with little sacrifice to his allies everywhere in the Wang Capital, the story is as widespread as that of the hero Tan.

It's somewhat exaggerated, but the opposite is the fact that it's mostly true and the good news for the Orson Grande side. Even as a royal castle that I don't really want the popularity of one, two or three to rise, I couldn't cope with this.

As it is, awe directed at a royal castle such as the one popularity alone in Imeraria may be taken to one, two or three alike.

"He's a hero, but he's more of a lunatic than that. We raise cities and people to create an environment that kills people for battle."

Pajo dared to tell Imeraria in strong words. I didn't think it was a good idea, but this was a necessary stepping stone towards a measure that could not have been achieved without the princess's initiative.

"If you'll excuse me, I'd like to dedicate my measures to Master Imeralia..."

"I forgive you. Let me hear it."

Pajo's idea was simply to take it in the form of "it was Imeraria that ended the war”. Pajo thought that the occupied territories, starting with the allo sale now held by Orson Grande, were inherently unnecessary territories and would also have difficulties governing them in the future.

First it was that Debord would be used as a messenger to provoke Vichy, that Vichy would move his troops to reclaim the former Vichy territory, and that while one, two, three would fight in Alosale, which was not long after the occupation, or in Focarol, which had just received it, Imeria would secretly put together an end to the war agreement with Vichy with certain concessions, such as the unconditional renunciation of the former Vichy territory.

"Perhaps Debord will be killed. A large number of soldiers traveling to Alosale and elsewhere will die. But now we can advertise that Mr. 123's battle was overthrown and that it was the Imeralia who restored peace."

"With Vichy's soldiers, can we hold on to Lady One, Two, Three?

The first anxiety was there. Vichy just marched in, and I was wondering if it would be the end of being eaten apart by one, two, three.

"So Vichy needs a lot of soldiers to fight back. Vichy needs to be provoked enough to make you think she will perish if she doesn't hit it with all her strength. For this reason, let the Messenger of Peace have a document of provocation."

"… just for a moment, let me think"

Imeralia, who lowered Pajo, called Debord to the office the next day.

When he finally came to his place, Pajo, eager to see Debord heading to Imeraria, dropped off his sorry feelings and the feeling that there was no choice between Imeraria and this country.

Naturally, Vichy's central committee has received the documents handed over by one, two, three.

"Let Bailevra go,"

The old commissioner glanced over and sighed at the writing given to him by the operative.

Now the other commissioners depended on instructions and responses to their city, and he was the only one in the conference room. The city, represented by this man by the name of Minoson, is the most remote of all the cities represented by the commissioners from the Orthon Grande side, and so far it could only be reserved for giving instructions to summon some soldiers.

Though other Commissioners are due to meet soon, I was hoping they would be very late. The shredded national territory clearly demonstrates above all that urban defense is so difficult. Cities, especially close to borders, would be desperate to figure out how to defend themselves.

Minoson had already agreed that if Orson Grande had come to devour his city enough to be attacked, Vichy would have disintegrated at that point.

Regardless, I do not intend to spare any effort not to. Because, as a rule of war, the defeated power is often a sacrifice for a new era.

"Still, I'm in trouble"

The problem is with the writing in front of me.

An operative named Bailevra came down and Minoson knew he was working on the allo sale. I think it would be a good idea if you offered him something to put away.

But Bailevra is currently missing.

Before this writing arrived, Bailevra had been called to committee to get information about the allo sale, a 30-odd little man whose appearance made some slightly cunning impression.

One, two, three. You may have noticed the imminent threat to Vichy because you were called in. Bailevra didn't show up for the second call and let the other operatives look for him but couldn't find him.

It is difficult to imagine entering the Orthon Grande or the Beast Nation area, and it is natural to see that the handouts that were kept close by magic equipment exchanges were used to cross to Holland, but a formal answer has come to the inquiry into Holland that there is no record of immigration. Though I don't trust Minoson.

But I couldn't make a strong pursuit of Holland. If Vichy was going to do something with the Orson Grande, he would put pressure on him by gathering soldiers from the Holland side to show them to the Orson Grande, and in some cases he would also make an offer to attack to strengthen the two-fronted response.

You said you'd be on my side, but you can't stand in the way. Because Vichy alone is difficult, but it would be much more advantageous if it could be combined with Holland.

"Will nature and countermeasures be squeezed…"

Minoson's idea was then approved by a committee that gathered over two hours without any particular objection.

As it stands, Vichy is unconditionally left with only the path of attribution or absorption of the Orthon Grande, as written. Now not responding to harmony or demands, Vichy hopes to rally the forces from each city and make certain victories, such as recapturing some urban states, before negotiating with Orson Grande.

As soon as the battle forces can be disputed, Vichy's army will go to Rhone with total force.

When Debord's leading Orson Grande mission entered Focarol, 123 was just giving instructions for Dwarves and wall work at the city entrance.

When we saw a group of about 20 people with strangely flashy carriages, the guards and the people held that nobles had come, but one, two, three, ignored and talked to Dwarf.

"So I'm going to keep this diamond-shaped hole in the wall."

"Can I put a hole in the wall?

"This is for you to attack from here with a bow or speculator. Too big makes no sense, so make it a critical size to be targeted."

"Ha ha, I see"

While the young Dwarves were admiring the knowledge of one, two, three, the Debords came into the city.

However, the response of a soldier with good guidance of one, two or three is well checked by visitors from the country, even if it is noble.

"Rude! I am fearlessly a messenger of peace appointed by Her Royal Highness the Princess of Immelalia, Debord of the Marquis of Munzer! There's no point in you being censored by a junior soldier!

The soldiers stopped the carriage, and Debord, handicapped by vanity, was ugly and aroused. He was unhappy with the fact that he came by free pass through all the cities he had passed by the time he arrived in Focarol, but for the first time here he was subjected to normal examinations.

The word Messenger of Peace caught on, one, two, three, approached the twitchy Debord.

"Shut up."

"Mm, you were a disrespectful builder then. Well, if you're the Lord, is that the extent to which your men are capable?"

Nitanita and the pasty laughter on her face make one, two, three look like little fools, but one, two, three don't change her expression at all.

"This is my city. I'm the law. I didn't know what to bring in as much as a guy like you. We need to find out."

"Do what's stupid. There is no way that I, the Marquis, can handle a man like you. Move on."

At some point the white blade glitters in front of Debord, who tries to make the carriage advance by commanding the warrior. One, two, three, instantly packed, pulled out a knife that suddenly shows Debord's face.

"Hih... What are you..."

"I told you. I'm the law here. If you don't obey, just dispose of it as a criminal."

Debord trembling in disgrace with a red tide on his face, but in the end he couldn't resist the pressure of one, two, three. Debord, not even trying to hide his anger as he looked sideways at the soldiers checking the contents of the carrier with one, two, three instructions, said in a trembling voice.

"You've done this to me. You'll be ready...... I am a messenger to the centre of Vichy on the life of Her Royal Highness the Princess of Immelalia."

One, two, and three did not answer, but received it from the soldier, who found a tightly sealed box, and opened it carefully. Inside, the rare pure white paper in this world is folded and sealed with beeswax.

"That's the protégé from Her Royal Highness! It's not something a guy like you can touch!

Ignoring the summoning Debord, one, two, three tried to watermark the paper in his hand to the light of the sun.

"... I see"

When I sealed the parent book back together, I gave it to the soldier to put it back where it was.

"Enough, go through"

"Remember, you bastards. After I fulfill this mission, I will make you regret having behaved like that..."

"Right, well, good luck"

Debord was staring at one, two, three going back to the meeting completely disinterested until the carriage was away and invisible.

"Dear one, two, three, do you mind?

If anything, I guess I was going to throw it, an Origa with a backsword rushed from somewhere to the source of one, two, three.

"It's a pathetic clown. You don't even have to take him seriously. Maybe we won't see each other again. More importantly, it will soon be another battle at the Rhone border. Get ready to restructure and move the army."

"Did you have any information about Vichy attacking you?

"I'm just saying it will be. But I think I can afford the time. Let's get you ready for a welcome. Come on, we're gonna be busy again."

I had to get Dwarf to make a lot of things, and the idea had sprung up in the head of one, two, three, who also headed lightly to Dwarf's workshop to fight this and Vichy.

A hunch for the war felt by one, two weeks after this time, became a reality in a way that only slightly betrayed his expectations.