Summoned Slaughterer

As we entered the church ruins, we saw a middle-aged man sitting in a huge wooden chair behind a large hall, where the altar would have originally been.

There are several men standing around it. Is it a subordinate?

Moving on Bifron goes on a small run and gives ears to a middle-aged man.

The man who listens looks inexorably at one, two, three, and speaks in a low voice that sounds gobbly.

"Looks like our people took care of us, but who are they?"

"He's the new lord here. You're Torquemada, aren't you?

"That's right. So, what does the lord want with all this sweep?"

Torquemada staring at me with her blood-running eyes. I know you've intimidated many of your opponents with it, but one, two, three don't care if you grasp their gaze, eye contact, etc.

"I've come to ask you if you will die here or obey my orders"

"Ha."

Laughing with his nose, Torquemada put her mouth on a wooden water bottle she put aside. I smell alcohol.

"I heard you were a slam wrapper. Gather the inhabitants here and let them choose whether or not to obey."

"Ha-ha-ha, don't be in such a hurry, young man. So, what if I don't obey? Do you kill even soldiers? There have been aristocrats who have made similar demands before. Welcome home as a dead body."

When I spoke out of the way, laughter also arose from the men who seemed to be my subordinates around me.

One, two, three don't respond. Instead, I've heard very little about Torquemada.

"I don't care about that kind of story. Do it now. And you stink. Wash your body."

When one, two, and three smiled and imitated Hirahira and Torquemada with their left hands, Torquemada, who was laughing at Herahela, also turned to a rugged look.

"Yeah, well, that's how you listen seriously. It's Setouchi who dies or lives."

"Don't get on with it. Don't think you'll make it home safely if the young man is a slum."

Even lower voice awesome, but the reaction of one, two, three was a sigh.

Don't talk to me.

It was the iron contract wood used in the battle at Rhone that made the noise of the jarrari and was removed, but the chain storage function is broken, turning it into a long patterned flail. I couldn't fix it myself, so I decided not to dare use it as it was.

"Oh, you want to do it?

They were able to determine that was the weapon, and Torquemada turned to Bifron, who laughed and stood beside him, and tried to tell him to deal with him.

There was a blunt noise and the copper from the tree fell into the temple.

Straight into the thin part of the skull. That has obviously even reached the brain.

"Move before you ask if you want to do it. Stupid."

In front of one, two, three, which quickly pulls the chains together and wields them, Torquemada, with her white eyes turned, collapsed out of her chair.

My men couldn't figure out what happened for a moment, but returned to me with the sound of the body falling to the floor.

"Bastard! I'll kill you!

"Wait!"

As his men tried to lay their hands on the sword, Bifron rushed to control the men around him.

"Why are you stopping me!

"Mr. Bifron, Mr. Turkemada has been killed! You can't let me go home alive!

"We can't win in bundles. Mr. Turkemada is dead because I didn't know that... Lord, may I ask your name?

Bifron, who managed to quell his men, who leaked dissatisfaction to his mouth, showed them his hand away from the sword.

"One, two, three. The summariser is dead. Bifron, you will take my place."

"When I said summariser, I was just tying the people here. I don't know how many slums there are, and I don't know where they are."

"Ah, I knew it. It's a pain in the ass."

Bifron gently asked questions not to irritate him, twitching and shaking his chains as he scratched his head.

"I choose to follow you rather than die. If you don't obey, will the soldiers come again?

Torquemada was able to afford to talk, but during the slum march during the previous Viscount Haagenti, restraint by force was eventually withdrawn due to much damage, but a significant number of people are also dead on the slum side. Torquemada fled well to make sure that things settled down and that the leading men at the time didn't stay and died, and then pushed him out of the face. Bifron was also at Torquemada's, just saying that it would be easier if he belonged to the right group.

If they send soldiers now, as they did then, most slum humans would be disposed of.

"Why are we talking about sending soldiers in?

"No, that's what nobility and lords are for..."

Gun, and Bifron stepped back to surprise at the sound of poking the floor with a contract tree.

"If you stand in my way, I have the right to kill you. There's no reason to give it to anyone else on purpose."

The air about what you were talking about filled everyone in the church trail.

To no one, that's what Origa didn't even understand, but it can be the same reason that one, two, three stood alone on Rhone's boulevard. There were also strange orders that only the guy who went into the sidewalk could be killed.

"I don't know who uses his men to kill people."

No one can keep up with one, two, three, who snorts and gets angry.

"You're out of line. It's a pain in the ass, so I'll leave the rest to you. Tomorrow morning, if you're going to follow me, you're going through a garbage street. Get out. Kill whoever stays in the city. That would be easy to understand."

"Well, believe it or not..."

"It doesn't matter. If you can't sniff out the crisis, that's it."

Tomorrow again, Bifron sat down on the floor somewhere, dropping off one, two, three who left with a light greeting like a student.

"Bi, Mr. Bifron..."

"If you guys don't want to die either, you better obey. This is a slum. I don't have to."

Seeing that gaze turned to Torquemada, the other men also said they would follow Bifron one after the other. It seems a simple logic that if Bifron, stronger than ourselves, obeys.

"Oh, if I keep it a secret from the rest of them, can the rest of the group easily end it?

Several people agreed with those who say that, but Bifron says we should stop.

"What do you think that lord will do when he finds out that the words we've been told have not been passed on to the others?

Standing up, Bifron looked around at everyone.

"You heard that, right? Whoever gets in his way will be killed."

The others followed Bifron, who was leaving the church trail, to tell the others.

The term civilian slave is a word of one, two, three, and it does not work outside of Focalol.

We were initially only necked by the integrity of the position of slavery and the position of civilian, but when the practice began, we understood that "ah, this means as the word stands”.

Only five civilian slaves were made to work like slaves, as the name suggests, due to Kasha's policy of “what's wrong with you as a person", which is that when administrative services are good, war reserves (money that makes weapons) in the name of taxes are collected.

Focalol, who tallied the household registrations and found that there were nearly 50,000 people, even with the exception of the slums, and although there were dozens of employees, it was definitely overworked to divide the affairs between the five of them.

Mukale, who became associated with Alyssa and became involved in affairs related to the leadership, thought he was at ease among them.

In fact, when it comes to arming, it's easy to manage because of less wear and tear, and it's as hard as it is to remember how to use the tools and armaments that one, two, three are making Dwarves make at some point.

For her, who was a civilian in the Wang capital, the aristocrats making fun of civilian women and the new workplace without a great boss were even an easy environment to spend.

"Oh, um... Mr. Mukale, I don't know this..."

Alyssa, who had glanced over the paperwork by trying to stick to the heavy desk, the hairy carpeted clerk's office, came nearer once and offered the dreaded paperwork to Mukale, who was at the desk for the secretary.

"Dear Alyssa, You said that because I would stand, didn't you? What stands on the top is what stands on the bottom."

"Oh, um... sorry..."

Alyssa was openly depressed by the sermon as she received the documents. The smaller body looks even smaller.

"Besides, this paperwork doesn't fit in the end because we're calculating the numbers wrong here. There are no 200 recruits, so grasp this much."

"Ahhh..."

When I saw Alyssa, who was completely depressed, there was something coming around Mukale's spine. Tighten your face about to nibble with guts and put your hands on Alyssa and switch to a gentle voice.

"Dear Alyssa, I'm sorry I said something harsh. But you can leave this kind of mess to me."

"But I think that makes Mr. Mukale difficult..."

What an adorable child, Mukale, whose nosebleeds are best served by Alyssa, who is not ten years old apart, barely gives her expression, gives thanks in the guise of calm.

"Thank you for taking such care of me as a slave. I have been appointed as an assistant to Master Alyssa. This is my mission, so don't hesitate to rely on me."

"I guess...... I'm not sure, but thank you, Mr. Mukale!

One, two, three came into the room without a knock, as he peeled in the spirit of steel so as not to embrace Alyssa, who laughed loudly. Of course, I take a bath of water and change my garbage-smelling road clothes.

"Ah, one, two, three!

"... don't let out the foul air."

"Alas, my men and my boss say getting along is an important element in facilitating the job,"

One, two, three were not good at talking to Mukale. I'm a slave but I don't hesitate to say things at all, but I was feeling some unspeakable incompatibility.

(I couldn't spot him like this. I don't think I'm bad...)

A luxury product that doesn't suit my taste, and one, two, three recognize Mukale. The ability to calculate and practice is unplanned among the five of them, and since I have experience as a civilian, I thought it would be the best "as an official”.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Twenty-Three?

"I'll clean the slam tomorrow, so I need you to assign me a number of people to prepare for post-processing."

It was Mukale who reacted sensitively to the words of one, two, three.

"... are you going to make fun of something again?

After the Rhone defense, reconfiguration of the leadership and confirmation of damage to the weapons and orders for repairs and new ones. In addition, Mukale remembered that there was no time to go to bed to make the final costing while being rushed from Kym in the finance department.

"I'm just going to gather the manpower. Take about 20 people, including someone in charge of the registry, and register the residents of the guys waiting outside the slam tomorrow morning. The workplace is a workplace, so divide it appropriately."

Mukale holds his head in a satisfactory one, two, three, that this would eliminate the shortage of manpower.

"Will the slums be useful?"

"That depends on your education. Secretary of State Alyssa, I asked for it."

"Oh, yes! Copy that!"

I slapped Alyssa on the head with a pomp, and then one, two, three just left.

"Trouble again..."

It's a decent arrangement, but for some reason, the soldiers of the leadership often listen to Alyssa, so there's not much rubbing about soldiers in this realm. Alyssa, who moves around a little bit with a small body, was oddly good at grasping the situation with no majesty but adult numbers and giving instructions quickly.

I may say one, two, three wise eyes, but it was a mukale I would never admit because I regret something.

"Now prepare to respond to the Lord's impotence"

"Mr. Mukale, you can't say one, two, three bad things like that, can you?

"... I'm sorry. The truth has leaked."

I was so jealous of why such a good boy would miss such a bloody man. Mukale.

The documents from Holland arrived in Imeraria when the details of the formation of the army to the Vichy side were finally determined.

From the city close to Holland, looking at the writing delivered over the course of five days, Imeralia felt a headache and held down her eyebrows.

"Dear Imeraria?

To the caring words, Imeralia looked up and saw Pajo.

"... Pajo, Holland is writing that the massacre of the inhabitants in Rhone is our country's responsibility. In what I have received from you, I have heard that Horlant's magic props and thoughts are the cause."

"I swear, there is no lie or falsehood in what we have reported to you. … does Holland mean working with Vichy"

"Exactly. I don't think Vichy will come until the invasion because it confirms the legitimacy of“ retaliation ”against our country... just in case we should gather soldiers in the streets on the Horland side."

When there were many bloodthirsty people in trouble, Pajo got closer even though Imeralia was worried with one person in the head.

"In that matter, in the name of Captain Stifels of the Second Knights, we have a move to march on the Horlant side"

"What are you doing..."

"That's apparently what they're bragging about as approved by Prince Iperos"

Imeralia, who found out her brother's name was being used, had an intuition that he had not been informed or would not have understood even if explained. I'm an amateur myself, but in a circle to it, the prince knows nothing about the military.

Unlike Immelalia, who had moved for the good of the people, independent of the will of the royal castle, Immelalia also grew up surprisingly unknown as a result of her mother's refuge with little or no exit from the castle. That's why I'm thinking of supporting it, even if my brother inherits the throne.

"Probably against Mr. 123, whose prince faction is thought to be close to the princess..."

"I will not contend for hegemony with my brother."

"Also, I'm sorry. My mouth has passed."

He was cautioned, and Pajo hurried to his mouth.

"It's before an important battle. We don't want to lose any extra wear, nor do we want to spread discord within the royal castle. This time I will take the form of an endorsement. However, among the soldiers, do your best to draw into the Third Knight's side."

"Yes, sir."

"... it's all about killing. Until just a little while ago, we could have seen the lives of the people more calmly."

Imeralia covered her eyes softly with thin fingers to herself now even wanting Vichy to move out quickly.