Summoned Slaughterer

A trolley runs through the streets in the early morning, at intense speeds.

Two soldiers are facing each other, sweating silently and rowing the steering wheel.

I've had an allo sale and run it without rest to Focalol's current position, so we were both exhausted, but I'm not slowed down by the sense of duty that we have to get to the lord as soon as possible.

The trolley, which ran straight into the ending focarol, was flashly derailed at the end of the rail. The soldiers stuck their heads in a pile of straw piled up as a buffer in the event of an accident.

One loses his mind, but the other crawls out of the gutter and straw.

"The straw inside, it's rotten..."

A gatekeeper's soldier rushed over where he fluttered up, spitting out the straw in his mouth.

"What's up!?

"Oh, I'm a scout's preaching. I don't have the strength to run anymore, so tell Master One, Two, Three.... Vichy's army is approaching Rhone. The number is roughly 13,000, of which the wizard is believed to be 500."

"Finally here we are!

"All right, I'm coming to the hall!

I can see the atmosphere of the leadership here as the exaltation leads ahead of the tension. Even if you don't have a lot of time to deal with it, it seems to convey the nature of the top.

I woke him up with water on the fainted soldier, and the soldier with empty hands went to spread the word to the others.

From Private Vichy, the long day of the One, Two, Three Reign Army began in a light atmosphere.

When Origa knocked on the office door, she heard an extended response.

When I went inside, one, two, three were wearing a razor on my desk and worried about something. I don't see Kasha.

I said, "What's wrong with you?

"Origa? There's been a report of Vichy's enlistment from the missile."

"Finally"

After all, they ignored Bailevra.

Origa shook her head softly.

"For your concern, the Vichy ones have now stepped on the tiger's tail. It's not too late for Vichy to be gone."

"Right."

One, two, three should be staring at the paper at hand all the time.

"From earlier, what are you worried about?

"I've been told to make an official family name for you to add to my territory for a long time. I thought we had to make up our minds by the time we left."

I wrote “Toono” on the paperwork. Nothing to think of, but he didn't think of anything else.

From this time on, the former Viscount Haagenti territory became Viscount Toono territory.

"Okay. Then send the advance team as planned to evacuate the border guards. Prepare the example trick."

"Yes, I did. I'll give Alyssa your orders immediately. I'm here to help you, and I will do everything I can to help you win."

"It wouldn't be."

"Excuse me. One, two, three, we're going to show you a great defeat."

This time, while emptying Rhone and making him look like a defeat, he decides to use an operation to reduce the number of opponents over a trap, and he's training for it. One, two, three is something else.

As for Origa, I honestly wanted to disagree that pretending to lose is not worthy because it exacerbates the impression of one, two, three, but I couldn't say it strongly because one, two, three, wasn't interested in a glorious victory or something.

They fight war because they have a chance to kill many, and if they win, they can fight again, so they twist their heads and devise ways to win, but they don't care about the victory itself.

"I heard Vichy attacked me!

It was Kasha who rushed into momentum with Doban.

"Right."

"Why are you so calm! We need to get ready!

"Take it easy. Your role will be determined. If you have time to call here, get ready to move one, two, three."

"Oh yeah... I figured Oliga would join us?

I see it with my anxiety-seeping face, but Origa's face has no agitation or rush.

"What are you saying now? You have something to do with me, just as you have a role to play."

"One, two, three. Don't you really like Oliga being on the front line?

Instead of being a stubborn oliga, I took a glimmer of hope and spoke to one, two, three, but the reaction was cold.

"Nothing. You can do whatever you want in person. I'm not my slave anymore."

"I will fight with you one, two, three."

I didn't think I could persuade him in words, Kasha, dropped his shoulder.

"... I'll be ready"

Turning his back, Kasha left the room.

"Are you sure it was good?

"That's an important stage device too. It's necessary to create the situation I prefer."

One, two, and three, with their swords on their hips, said they were going first and left.

"Kasha... I'm a real idiot..."

No one asked me about the little twinkle.

Piston transport by trolley had almost completed the movement and deployment of troops from Focarol to Arosale the following day. It's an abnormal rate in this world.

"Peace..."

Cloudy skies, but temperatures are not so low.

As he rewound his belt, one, two, and three stared blurredly at the streets on Rhone's side. Only one way but the tracks are laid on the side of the street. Inside the city of Alosale behind it is confusion with evacuating residents and soldiers equipped and equipped with tools.

Forecasts show that tomorrow or the day after, the head of Vichy's army will reach the city.

"I'm ready."

Alyssa brought in two soldiers.

The soldiers attach the trolley they were able to take to the rails and check the direction of the journey.

"It's finally starting...... after all, Mr. One, Twenty-Three isn't afraid of war?

"It's an opportunity for people to kill in their peeves. If you miss it, there's no body."

"Don't you think they might kill you or something?

To Alyssa's question, one, two, three answered as she boarded the trolley.

"There's no way you don't think. It's a luxury to be willing to kill and not want to be killed."

"What?"

"All right, let's go"

In response to the decree, two soldiers began to advance the trolley.

Trolleys that increase the gung and speed quickly become invisible.

"One, two, three, I think you might die..."

I remember when I was about to be killed, and Alyssa tried to imagine one, two, three becoming a bummer, but I couldn't think of anything.

Rhone, with its borders, was deserted, and there were no wary traps from previous combat training.

Vichy's army, many of whom came in line for the streets, was temporarily relieved of tension and decided to use the city of Rhone to camp. For deciding that it would be comforting for the soldiers to sleep in a place with a roof.

After the occupation by Orson Grande, the barely used houses were loaded with dust, but the soldiers rejoiced that it was better than falling asleep on hard ground.

Some of the soldiers who pulled the poverty lottery stand on a sentry at the city entrance and exit.

One, two, and three were observing the soldiers, who took a noisy meal with Wye, and went into the proper building, from behind.

Vichy's soldiers will not look like regular soldiers unless their gear is scattered and they see where they are moving on a group by group basis with instructions as to whether they are captains or generals with a few.

I have the impression that I am not accustomed to behavior and that I do not see disciplined discipline.

While observing the behavior of the soldiers, they have broken up into groups ranging from hundreds to thousands, each with a top. There's been some sort of meeting and contention between the top. It seems that a man of great age and thick mustache, however warlord, is opposed to the camp.

He's raised his voice that he should attack Orson Grande as soon as possible, but he eventually accepted it with dissatisfaction because everyone else wanted a break.

Confirm to the point where each of the top of the meeting is going into a different building.

(You sent troops organized by city together.)

Then lurking in the shadows behind the building, one, two, three fell asleep in time until the sun fell.

The report that Vichy's army had moved was also conveyed to the Royal Castle of Orson Grande by the early horse.

"... pajo, as planned"

"Ha!"

Upon being informed, Imeraria instructed the traditional plan: to call Pajo to organize reinforcements and rush him to Focarol.

The Chancellor speaks to Imeralia, who drops off Pajo, who is leaving the room. He, too, knew what Imeraria was after.

"Dear Imeraria, is that... Are you sure?

"I am ready. Pajo convinced me too... indeed, because of me, Master One, Two, Three would have been called to this world for an unwanted struggle"

Imeraria's eyes stare at Focarol.

"But I don't think that's why you can ravage this world. I also have personal grudges...... If we were to fight the Beasts, it might have been in our interest as well. But it's unacceptable to promote the same human battle."

"Dear Imeraria..."

"It's a cowardly means, but if one, two or three people are out of the ordinary track enough to survive this war without ever falling into distress, I will give up, and no one will be able to stop that one. But according to reports, Vichy's soldiers outnumbered 10,000. It's impossible to win this in a few."

Tears, spills.

"I have no power. Even to avenge your father, the only possibility I could find was choosing a cowardly, roundabout means. If you fail, I will die, too. Then I'll ask for my brother."

The Chancellor did not speak, only thanked him.

The town of Rhone at night is secluded and quiet.

The bonfire, which had only a sufficient number with one hand, lit up the blurring face of the watchman standing on his sleeping beard.

(It's about time)

Then one, two, and three, which came out of the shadow, move from shadow to shadow.

The goal is a building chosen by each of the military's top men.

I approached the nearest building and tried to open the wood door and it wasn't locked either, so I intrude as I was.

There are five signs that you feel in the building. They sleep separately from room to room.

Enter a room close by and sever the sleeping man's neck.

Further into the next room and kill as well.

(Yes, yes, next, next)

He similarly crosses the building and kills the top and thinkers he sees during the day and those who are in the same building.

Some were holding women, but they slew them together and killed them.

(There was this movie)

I hate horror, so the video of the memories comes to my mind.

I just killed him without suffering with a single machete, crushing my unsolicited sentiments that I was sweet.

He does have a knife poked at him to kill him, but he chose to do it in a way that combines experiments on how his sleeping counterpart reacts, such as being a carotid artery, a beheading, a pounding of the heart, or, at the end of the day, piercing his brain from the face or straightening his torso.

Take about two hours and kill all the people you've been eyeing. As one person, I didn't realize the existence of one, two, three, and I was totally tired of the task of just killing my irresistible opponent in the second half. Some people expect to resist or fight back, and one, two, three grievances accumulate.

I've also seen food from time to time, but it doesn't seem interesting to kill someone who's hungry and not healthy, so I keep it untouched.

Finally, he breaks into a building chosen by a man who had one breath on the council.

I quickly found out the room of the bearded wolf who was snoring heavily.

Observing the sleeping face he didn't even want to see, one, two, three took out a portable feather pen and ink kettle, not a knife.

Written in kanji as' Noise Pollution Bastard 'on his forehead was a man named Buell, Vichy, a fierce warlord and feared. The harshness of leading soldiers and storming enemies was supposedly nothing to the right, and the absurdity of their character was also famous.

The anger boiled in an instant when the awakened Buell noticed the graffiti pointing out to his samurai.

Plus when I find out that the generals other than myself are almost murdered, everyone gets so mad that I can't get anywhere near him.

"What does it mean to aim cowardly where you fell asleep, and keep me alive!

The scattered squire has nothing but to grow small and shut up.

"You're saying I'm not a threat compared to the rest of them! You're making a fool of yourself that it wouldn't be useful to live like me!

Carefully, one, two, three had shown his face to the gatekeeper who was awake before he left Rhone, and the perception that the outsider was the killer had been planted in Buell for that matter. And it is decided that Orson Grande will be the one.

The fierce Buell decided to march in a bind of soldiers who had lost their generals and to prepare the soldiers early in the morning. Although some soldiers panicked for losing their top due to unexpected causes, they escaped.

Buell, who threatened the runaway with loud voices, advances the army at a rate that does not even contemplate the depletion of soldiers.

"Hey, you Orson Grande! When I get to the city, it's your end! They'll show you things in your eyes!

Vichy's soldiers look more tired than they did yesterday as they turn their anger into anger that doesn't hold up and go for allo sale.