Summoned Slaughterer

Seeing one, two, three, entrusted to the hall, Kym, one of the civilian slaves, moved his eyebrows only for a moment.

"Mr. Kym! One, two, three, you're hurt!

Kym shook his head while keeping his usual iron skin against the disturbed Origa.

"Please calm down, Master Origa. … it is not preferable for the situation to be known to too many. Please enter the office with the lord. I'll bring you therapeutic tools."

Say no, Kym disappeared into the back room with his spine stretched.

"Oh, Dear One, Two, Three... because of me..."

"Oliga, hold on!

Encourage Oliga, who has been completely depressed in the last few minutes, and the soldiers and I manage to put one, two, three to sleep on the couch in his office. The soldier, who carried one, two, three, told Kasha to leave this place to him and went back to the front.

On one, two, and three, when he was gently laid to rest so as not to touch the shoulder arrow, Origa sat on the floor and clasped to one, two, and three.

"Sorry, I just got on track..."

Oliga, who is whining and crying, cried again because she disliked it when the joy of one, two, three sheltered herself from behind her anxiety and sorrow crept up.

"Origa......"

While waiting for Kym, Kasha is worried about Oliga, and can't even take her eyes off what's going on in one, two, three. Walk softly and touch the magic fixture on your hips from the top of your porch.

"... Origa, take this..."

It was that bottle of magic medicine that painfully opened its eyes and took it out of the dark magic storage that made the dying Alyssa go all the way.

Kasha still thought it was there, and looked bitter, but neither one, two, three, nor Origa noticed. As far as Origa was concerned, he smiled ecstatically at the presence of the medicine, forgetting, for example, his own feet, which hurt.

"Soon, I'll open the bottle immediately!

Unplugging the small wooden plug was no good, and as he told himself to calm down, Oliga finally pulled out the plug, leaning in horror and putting only a little on the wound on one, two or three shoulders, gripping the arrow.

"Pull out the arrow"

He was stabbing quite deeply, carefully pulling out the arrows to avoid any extra scratches, and the cheats and pulled out arrows had the tip wet with blood for more than 15 cm.

Throw away the arrow and hurry up and sprinkle the magic pill on your wound.

"Why...... why!?

I'm already wearing most of the contents of the bottle, but I can't see how one, two, three shoulder scratches get blocked.

"Kasha! I can't heal my wounds with magic pills!

"Liar......"

Arrows have fallen out. Bleeding has increased. One, two, three have already lost consciousness. Origa couldn't even touch her, and she fell into despair with her face.

A bottle fell out of her hand, rolling down the floor.

Without a knock, Duergal, a civilian slave, came into the room, grabbed the bandage and approached Noshinosi and one, two, three.

I crouch in front of one, two, three, and I see an arrow falling beside me.

"You were stabbing me so deep... this could be dangerous..."

Maybe it was a crush I wasn't even going to let anyone hear, but it got into Oliga's ear.

"What do you mean it's dangerous! Magic pills don't work, more other pills..."

"Oh, please calm down. I've heard that rarely does a magic drug work. Sometimes something special can be less effective or counterproductive."

Explain to the biting momentum origa, as Duergal recalled.

"Special, physical..."

Speaking of which, one, two, three were summoned “from another world," Kasha recalled. I've never seen him get hurt before, and I've never even seen him use regular wound pills instead of magic pills.

(Then...)

Anyway, when I told him to just stop the bleeding, Kasha supported Oliga, who was losing his soul, and took him to Oliga's office next door because it would get in the way of treatment.

Kasha and the others left, one breathed, and then one, two, three squealed.

"Duergal, you're surprisingly good at acting."

"Lords are good. When I heard you were back with arrows, I was really worried."

Murri rose up, one, two, and three, and took the magic of the furnace out of his pocket and let it go to the floor. The sweat wasn't cold sweat, it was simply because it was hot, it was a magic fixture that brought more heat than I imagined, and it was going to burn without having to sweat.

One, two, and three, who wiped the sweat, took the bottle of magic medicine out of storage and let it bathe on his shoulder abusively.

Lightly, the wound blocks.

"It's convenient."

Move your shoulders and make sure they are not uncomfortable.

"Damn, it's not a civilian job like this. Still, why didn't the magic pills Mr. Origa opened work?

"I just put water in the empty bottle I used before"

Duergal shrugged his shoulder when the totally deceitful Origa was pathetic.

He had received instructions through Kym and followed the content of the play. The crush that drastically elevated Origa was also told, of course, to sound deliberate

"But what do you need to do with all this trouble?

"Experiment that while things are going well, is it true that people run without thinking about it"

"Phew...... I don't know what great people think."

He didn't seem so interested, and while responding appropriately, Duergal picked up bottles and arrows that fell to the floor.

When he entered Origa's office, Kasha smacked the magic appliance from the top of the porch. At the same moment, the magic equipment that Pajo will have should also be cracked, and the Third Knights will be stepping into this hall in no time.

"Kasha. After all, I, by the one, two, three..."

"No, it's gonna get in the way of treatment, but is your leg okay?

While caring, he grabbed his shoulder firmly and let it sit in his chair with a single heart that he wanted to keep Origa in place until he managed to settle.

From one day's breakup, the feeling of the body feeling under the robe made me feel a little harder, and I didn't spend as much time away from it, but I felt lonely.

"Reinforcements will be here soon, so we'll go back to King's Capital together when he comes."

"... that guy?

Origa's gaze at something had changed from the face of an earlier anxiety-shaking girl to something harsh to see the enemy.

"You know who the reinforcements are. How does Kasha know I don't?

To a stabbing gaze, Kasha can't say anything back.

A stray quote for a while, Kasha stared straight into Origa's eyes, determined to tell her everything and take her even if she was forced to.

"Listen, Origa. The Third Knights will soon be boarding into this hall. So, the..."

"... you're after Master One Twenty-Three"

Also, I'll have to shut up.

"I was suspicious from the start. One, two, three. I should have left because I was afraid of you, but come back soon. Plus a glimpse of a flicker and a chase of one, two, three. I have a habit when Kasha asks about demons. I thought you were after something because you wouldn't be enemies yourself... but when you walked into this room, you would have done something. Something that felt like magic was activated."

"One, two, three are dangerous," Pajo told me. Well, thanks for picking it up, but I paid for that one! Origa hasn't been more and more wonky since she met Mr. One, Two, Three! Think about it, Mr. One, Two, Three did a good job, but if it's true, he's a royalty killer, right?!

The rush makes Kasha's voice louder and louder.

Oliga, fluttering but rising as she watched Kasha stir up, took her back sword out of her nostalgia.

"No, don't... Let's hunt demons together again. Killing people like this is no place for the world, the Atashi..."

"Pull out your sword, Kasha. Now you are clearly our enemy."

It was Kym, a civilian slave, who welcomed the pajos who stepped into the hall.

To the knights who suddenly entered in a group of more than 20, where it was about to become a commotion for a moment, Kym resonated with one voice, "Do your job" with his usual chilling and resounding voice.

"I've been waiting for you"

To Pajo, who was at the head of the Knights, Kym says without even bowing his head.

"What I was waiting for..."

"It means, of course, that the lord of this city, one, two, three, will welcome you. I have been told by one, two, three that you can lead the army from the royal castle all the way. I'm upstairs in the office now. I'm sorry to bother you, but things have to be military. We are ordered to stay away from civilians and officials, so please go up."

Though he speaks politely, the pajos go through next to Kym without saying anything to the way he has no discouragement or respect.

Nor does Kym mention as one of the others that all of them in the Knights are pulling out their swords.

"Was it good?

Brokla, a civilian slave involved in accounting relationships with Kym, said anxiously, but Kym turned only to Giroli and his gaze.

"There's nothing good or bad about it. This is that guy's castle. Reasons, that's enough."

When I found out, he told me to go back to work, and Brokla wanted to see how upset he was, but I wasn't going to find a way.

I look up at the upstairs where the Knights were going up, and I feel sorry for the soldiers being driven out to clean up again.

One, two, three were falling in front of the couch when Pajo stepped into the office. Blood spreads on the floor, and Pickle doesn't even move.

"This is..."

One, two, three jumped up like monkeys the moment the fearful Pajo approached, wondering if he had already run out, stepped over one of the knights and stood in front of the door.

"Oh, you're late."

"Hey, why..."

"Hmm, the actor was bad, and it was a bad time. Put up your sword faster than that."

One, two, three of those become halves with their right leg forward with their hands still unarmed and their hands protruding forward at all costs.

"Are you going to fight this number with your bare hands? It's easier than that, if you could get caught by a grownup?

The moment Pajo finished his words pretending to be calm, one male knight was instantly drawn into his nostalgia and his neck was broken when he was grabbed by one, two, three.

"I guess I didn't come here to be flexible. If you have time to talk, just come."

Throw away the cavalier's body, and one, two, three say in a grumpy manner.

"I don't know who thought it was a farce, but I took on a troublesome lord and I treated him like this to a hard sentence. I even find that laughing more than angry."

"Ugh!

The knight who swept with his temper was slapped from the bottom of his wrist to distract his sword, grabbed by his collar and defeated. Not even while I get up, my fist crushes my throat.

The knight who had put in the poke was grabbed by the back of his hand and his wrist was twisted and his elbow was broken with one, two, three knees. As it is, he breaks his neck up to half with his own sword taken from him.

"Slashing tastes bad. Grind it properly."

He threw away his bloodwet sword, took the arm he had slashed horizontally and slammed the centrifugal force against the wall as it was. The knight who punches him in the face collapses as he rubs his blood against the wall.

Now the three of them have been slashed at the same time, but walking forward and avoiding the sword line without difficulty, kicking one knee from behind, causing him to kneel and twist his neck.

He throws the body at one person, and on the other he takes his arm and pushes it down on his back, stomping on his face and crushing it.

And he that lay on the floor of the corpse similarly stomped his throat, and slaughtered him.

Watching his colleagues get killed one after the other, Pajo took a small grain of iron out of his lumbar bag, feeling in a hurry. On the night I first met one, two, three, it was the rubble (crushed) that killed the watch.

The moment one, two, three hung the last one's neck in a fold, Pajo threw a rubble full of power.

"Whoa."

Stick out the opponent who was closing his neck, and a rubble stabs him in the face.

A knight screaming in sudden pain, but soon his heart stopped when one, two, three stomped his back hard.

"You have good arms in there. But the throwing motion needs to be more insignificant. Too easy to understand."

"Thank you, Professor. Whatever the Gorotsky guys are, I didn't think it would be this easy to get to the Knights..."

Again to Pajo with the sword, one, two, three also took out the sword, and pulled it out.

"You've taken care of everything. I'll kill you in no time."

"Is it going to be that easy?

"If it doesn't end easily, that's what makes it fun"

Laughing loudly, one, two, three, you lunatic, and Pajo bit off his back teeth.

When one, two, three, lightly pokes in, Pajo pays with a sword from the side, slashing it in as it flows.

I pull half a step, cross my sword, and punch it into my brain as I step in again.

The tip approached Pajo, who jumped backwards, as the swing changed into a poke.

"Knock."

When Pajo, who rolled over and avoided, raised his face, there was no one in front of him.

"Huh?"

I see a knife sticking out of my chest.

"Don't lose sight of them when avoiding them."

Oh, when I thought I was going to die here, Pajo felt strange and calm.

"Ime... laria... sa, ma..."

Away from Zuluri and the knife, on the face of the fallen Pajo, there was only a glimmer of tears.

One, two, three, plucked with a knife in a pocket, snapped a knife and rang his neck.

"You were pretty boned to be standing still. Well, let's go see how it goes over there."

Stepping over the cavalry of the knights, one, two, three went to the room where the Origa and the others were.