Summoned Slaughterer

Even after returning to the Wang capital and finishing his dedication to Imeraria, Pajo had no time to rest and had a pile of work. Many reports had to be submitted to the Royal Castle administration, and it was necessary to reconnect with the other Knights of the Third Knights.

Third Knights Stuff by the Royal Castle. It's where the dead Godeslas got tangled up in one, two, three, where Pajo used to enjoy tea time.

Now in addition to Pajo, there were a group of troops who knew a little about one, two, three, including Sabnak and Midas.

"I think it's a dangerous bet. If Vichy can't muster at least 10,000 or 20,000 soldiers, then it's unclear if he can contain the man."

After hearing about the measures proposed by Pajo and adopted by Imeraria, Midas said it was clearly dangerous after putting his arms together and thinking about it for a while.

"I can see Senior Midas' anxiety, but I think it's a good idea. There's no such thing as Phocarol's power to recruit troops from residents for two hundred. No matter how strong an individual is, there will be no help in the difference in numbers. Besides, fighting Vichy isn't out of line, so it's a good part of not being hostile to Mr. One, Two, Three."

It was Subnak who disputed Midas' opinion.

As I was told by one, two, three, it is provisionally decided that I will be in charge of the commonly known as the "New Territories” that were invaded by one, two, three, three, but that was after this war settled, and I spent the entire day on vacation as a dream dweller, so I was now perfectly well.

Though I agree or disagree with the two opinions, the opinions were plentiful, but no one was convinced of this, and in the end it was adopted by Imeraria, so it was our role to follow them, so I decided to keep an eye on the situation.

"In other words, I can't help but say a lot about what's already happened here."

"It's not so. And you're here because you wanted to talk to me about what's going to happen."

"Coming up?"

Seeing that the situation had been understood as a whole, Pajo began to talk about the purpose of this gathering.

"This is still to be determined and predicted, but the stage of reconciliation between the Imeralia and Vichy representatives will probably be focarol or allo sale"

Pajo's predictions were generally understood by the cavaliers.

I can't believe I'm going anywhere near either king's capital, because it's customary for the winner side near the border to be the meeting place, more than a speech in somewhat superior circumstances. In this case, anyone was convinced that it would be the difference between a new or an old border and that it would be either due to the post-war situation.

"It is expected that we, the Third Knights, will follow this pageant as escorts, not the First Knights."

"We're not first or second, are we?

"Yes. The First Knights are repellent to Mr. One, Two, Three, and can be an extra stimulus. Besides, I can't get away from the Royal Castle security, including His Royal Highness the Prince. The Second Knights have the King's Capital Guard, and there are parts of the security of these talks that are disputed to the people, so it's probably a bad area."

I see, and the atmosphere of convincing to all and the excitement that the big stage has been prepared. I am proud to have guarded the King's Capital Royal Castle in the shadows, but I can't help but be willing to assume that there are few opportunities to pee the big job and that it is a chance to show strength.

But with Pajo's words following the trail, they all chilled out of excitement at once.

"It's a royal meeting at the border, so just in case, we're going to take thousands of troops. And in some circumstances... we'll be discussing Mr. One Twenty-Three"

"Been... what's going on?

"Of course, there's nothing else to say except for those who are here. This is what Imeralia thinks. If Vichy's attack succeeds in putting him in a critical situation, such as an injury, a force led by us from the domestic side will attack him from behind, calling him reinforcements"

In the room where he had been silenced, Pajo put his mouth on the tea to the extent that it was damp.

"Only the crew here will get in to him, and after it's all over, he'll take the form of being cornered and self-harmed," he said.

"Mm, don't be impotent. There's no way we can kill him in about a few people."

Midas couldn't even imagine standing in front of him, just watching as one, two or three easily turned back ten assassins.

"Of course, if he's not in such a state, we'll have talks for peace for apparent reasons, and then Mr. 123 will end up being appeased over territory near the border, though. If I get the chance, Imeralia wants to do something about him, and I agree with that."

I have been helped, and although we acted together for days, nobility in the same country, both Imeraria and Pajo endangered one, two, three more than companionship.

"Oh no..."

"... If that's what Imeralia thinks, let's obey. As far as I'm concerned, I can only hope it turns out to calm him down in the Viscountry."

Sabnak, who was not least fascinated by one, two, and three, ceased, and Midas chose to accept lightly.

"But how do we know what situation he's in? It would be the och who would be perceived before approaching the visible distance"

"There's someone I need you to work with. She shouldn't have a problem staying next to you."

"That's..."

Do you have anyone in mind, Sabnak saw Pajo with the eyes that he couldn't believe it?

"Don't look at me like that because I know it's a humanitarian violation. But I couldn't think of any more measures."

No one can agree or argue with Pajo, the Third Knights meeting is over.

Ten days have passed since we arrived at Rhone, where one, two, three and his army became the new border.

In the meantime, Rhone left behind the newly built border fortifications and the quarters of the soldiers, and the whole city was overhauled. Residents have been wiped out, the building is almost intact, so there are plenty of materials to build something, Dwarves brought in a few people, and the Corps of Engineers.

Without a hand to take advantage of this, one, two, three, ignored the surprised gaze of the border guards dispatched by Wang Du and instructed him to rebuild everywhere.

Numerous houses were dismantled, and Dwarves and soldiers alike continued to make things that were not well understood by obscure explanations.

The routine ends on the eleventh day.

A worn out, dirty Debord ran into Rhone so he could cling to his horse.

Protected by border guards, an immediate report has broken out to one, two, three, the city's top man.

"Oh, have you come home?"

Laughing whether the prediction came off when I dropped him off, I slapped the shoulder of the soldier who came to report.

"Surely, Debord wasn't supposed to have been sent to prepare for peace's harmony?

"Peace? If the Vichy Central Committee had no attachment to their country, it might have been possible to reconcile peace."

When Debord looked through the parent book he had, he knew that one, two, three, that he could steal and read some of the contents, even if the contents were a provocation to Vichy, could still be judged soft in expression.

"If we're going to get along with receiving that written statement, I'm guessing it's also a desire for ruin"

followed the question-faced Origa, and told Alyssa to issue a quasi-war deployment order to the soldiers. One, two, three,

I left the room early about the soldiers who came to report.

Debord was being treated in a building that was receiving a private house by the fort and using it as a filling. Even so, although fatigue does not have any noticeable scratches of certain things and is scattered around a little scratch, so it is to the extent of pretending to be a treatment and wrapping the cloth easily.

Debord, who was bandaged in his arm on the bed, ate and hung up when he saw the face of one, two or three that came in.

"Ki, it's your fault! This is what I saw because of you!

One, two, three, kicked Debord's belly as it grabbed him and put him back in bed, said in a sober voice.

"The report is succinct in order. I don't even know what the situation is. What happened in Vichy? What happened to the escort who followed you everywhere?"

"Gu..."

As reluctantly Debord says, the escort has apparently been wiped out.

Debord's line into the city epinal, where Vichy Central Committee meets in dignity as a messenger, mounted an appointment to meet with the committee in the course of the day, and the following day he was able to meet with the committee face-to-face.

He said it was inevitable that he went as a loyal minister, saying how Princess Imeralia of Orson Grande was a merciful figure while the commissioner was reading, and that he was disrespectfully thrown back his protégé and attacked by soldiers who were in the venue.

"Vichy's commissioners condemned the massacre you committed in this city and said they would continue the fight unless they discussed you or executed you in the Orson Grande! trample the feelings of Her Royal Highness...... wanting?!

One, two, three, grabbed Debord's head and pressed him against the wall, keeping his nose rough and talking.

"Nothing. You're on your own to blame for the destruction of this city. I guess all the escorts are dead. What happened to the squire?

"Wow, I don't know...... Because I made him wait at the inn and went straight to see the committee...... Better than that, let go!

I try to rumble with jitter, but one, two, three thumbs and pinky fingers eat into my temples critical, and I can't help myself with pain.

In the meantime, pull out the documents that were sticking out of Debord's nostalgia. That was a cushy protégé that he was thrown back. When I opened it slightly with one hand to confirm it, it definitely contained an Imeralia signature, and the contents were also written when I saw the watermark.

"This might be worth using now. I'll take it."

"You, I took that from Her Royal Highness, ahhh..."

"Your role is over. I'm going to play with the Vichy guys you've been attracting, so the actor who's finished has to get off the stage."

Saying, the power that one, two, three can get is increasing, and the fingertips are already cracking and indulging in the temples.

"No way... no, no, no, no, no... guh"

There was a muddy sound all the time, and Debord shut himself up forever.

"Origa. Soon the enemy will come. Tell Alyssa to start the operation and put it on the ground."

"Okay."

Oliga, who calmly watched Debord die, quickly left the room.

When one, two, and three had left the room later, the soldiers of the border guard had already also been instructed by one, two, and three soldiers to evacuate from the fort.

"Come on, Imeraria. Apparently, that fool had a lucky goddess on him only while he was in Vichy. Has the calculation gone mad or have you foreseen so far? At least it won't be planned for my parents to be here."

One, two, three laughed as she handed in her parents' books.

Vichy soldiers who have been after Debord reach 300.

This is because the operative knew that there were about 100 private soldiers, and it was the largest number of troops that could be moved immediately.

It was an army that the Commissioners had assembled and organized private soldiers, whose leadership was now one, but too many to go after one enemy.

Soon, it's the city of Rhone.

To the words of his deputy, the man leading the army as captain nodded silently.

While advancing the horse, the man was aiming to reclaim the city of Rhone on this occasion. Orders included tracking and capturing Orson Grande's escaped messenger, but if the prey escaped to Rhone, there is also an excuse not to do so.

For that excuse, the somewhat slower tracking speed was also why Debord was able to survive to Rhone.

"I see the city... but you don't seem to have a lookout"

"It's where we insist on borders. I think he's over there through that gate. Everybody, pull out your swords and prepare for battle! Slaughter your enemies through the gates at once!

Listening to the soldiers respond to the ringing, the expectation that if we succeed in recapturing Rhone here, we may also be able to represent some urban state.

Expectations pushed the man's back.

Leading the team, 300 men line up to enter Rhone.

About half of them rushed out, and the captain also tried to advance the horse, but screams began to rise from the leading group.

"What's up!

A transmission has rushed in from the front, ropes have been stretched out in the aisle, and several of the people whose feet have been taken have been trampled in succession to say that sacrifices have been made.

"You idiots! You can't even see your feet! Tell him to slow down and break in!

Out of anger, the captain thought he was good without cutting ahead. If they take the horse's leg and fall, instead of shame, they get hurt badly, and if they suck, they can die.

Vichy and his soldiers were distracted by the way the city was looking when he was screwed up and brought in a large number of people.

The captain, who entered late, is also stunned by the unusual sight in front of him.

The city has a straight boulevard from the entrance, and when there were people in the city, many shops would have been lined up and busy. There were no people there, and I could understand them to the point where they were idle. However, all entrances and exits to the building were slammed, and the passage of the building was also sealed with wood to the height of the waist.

As if the road were only one in front of you.

And across that road, a man in disguise standing alone about 500 m from the lead unit.

The man held a thin weapon in his right hand for a sword, and the man, nestled in moderately relaxed nature, made a slow gesture.

"Well done, folks. I don't need a name. Just call me. Because I'm gonna kill you."

The captain gave the order by laughing with his nose at a man who recklessly provoked 300 soldiers by himself.

"There's just one big idiot! Kill him now and serve as an opportunity for our nation to fight back! Him!"

The leading group set up a sword and ran out.

This was the beginning of the second massacre in Rhone.