Summoned Slaughterer

The area around the Lords' Palace in Focarol was filled with people who had been evacuated from the front line, as well as leading soldiers and staff who were there to guide them, plus the Third Knights and the reinforcements they led.

It gradually turns into a festival-like atmosphere in which the staff behaves like eating to the people and rescuing those who are sick.

The merchant souls have stalled at some point, and the staff seem to be organizing only the place of opening and letting them be free later.

"It's supposed to be a war, but what is this situation?"

Moving forward the horses to draw the people together, the Midas were finally getting through the crowded area.

"Seems to have kept the people away from the gates that are on the battlefield"

Midas sighed when he heard a report from a young knight who heard the situation from officials.

"Thinking about the people, or simply because it's out of the way..."

Pretty likely it would be the latter, but I hurry to the battlefield without putting it out of my mouth.

I frown on discomfort while giving instructions to everyone to pull out their swords immediately.

"That's crazy..."

"What is it?

"It's supposed to be in battle, but it's strangely quiet, don't you think? Rather, the Lordship Hall is noisier."

Speaking of which, the young knight agrees, but anyway, he goes on the road with fewer people, trying to get to the scene.

Eventually we saw a splendid iron gate at the entrance and exit of the city, but the door was wide open.

"!... they broke through? But the enemy...?

Hurry up and come closer, outside the gate the lead soldiers were cleaning up the bodies of their enemies as they bickered. Speaking softly, he gathered bodies carved with magic and swords and threw them into holes, oiled them and cooked them every mountain.

There was a strong stench of protein burning and Midas was enough to hold his nose down, but the lead soldiers were flat with just a cloth wrapped around his face.

Before the mountain of corpses, when he saw the leading soldiers looking relaxed, and then looked at the faces of the Third Knights following him, he had a uniformly blue face, and some of them were puking uncomfortably.

I find it pitiful, but it no longer seems that the difference in practical experience is difficult to override between the knights and soldiers of the King's capital and the Toono soldiers of Focarol.

Looking around, I saw one woman I think I saw somewhere giving instructions to the soldiers.

As Midas stepped off the horse and approached her hands away from the sword, she also seemed to notice.

"It's Midas from the Third Knights. I've been sent as reinforcements..."

"This is Mukale, a civilian slave in charge of military relations on the territory of Toono. Welcome aboard."

To Mukale, who chuckled and responded, Midas remembered one, two, three slaves, including her. I have seen some kind of beating into the royal castle.

"I need you to tell me what's going on."

"Vichy's General is dead, and the Deceased are now being chased away by the Secretary of State."

Focarol is no longer on the battlefield, and he says this battle already just leaves the defeated hunt behind.

"What about the enemy generals?

"Come on? I hear it was full of holes, and it would be ashed in some hole by now"

Midas held her eyebrows and roared.

Like one, two, three, they have nothing to do with who and what status the enemy has to do with the Toono soldiers and the civilians. Dead so I processed it, so it's all over.

"By the way."

Mukale giggles at Midas, who holds his head in the situation.

"It's about time we finished, so shouldn't we be headed to the hall?

"I didn't know it was over... what are you talking about?

"One, two, three, play with your bad taste."

Midas, whose thoughts stopped for a moment, jumped on a horse without saying anything to the Lordship Hall.

Origa, with her back sword, put her back on the wall with her painful feet.

"Kasha, I won't forgive you..."

"Calm down! The Knights are already stepping in, and when they do, one, two, three is already..."

I was about to say, the quadrilateral backsword unleashed by Origa tore Kasha's shoulder. The scratches are shallow because I avoided them.

"Origa, why..."

"I will not tolerate any more. Even more so if the Knights are coming, I have to go to the side of one, two, three."

Kersha grabbed the sword and stood with her sheath on, saying she had no choice but to put her next hand sword on Origa.

"I'll help you."

"Try it. I'm not a weak woman like you, I'll show you."

Oliga, unable to use her legs, has no choice but to cheat and move sideways with her back on the wall, to Kasha, who comes packing the distance with a twitch.

Kasha was lost where to punch in, trying to keep him from getting hurt as much as possible.

"There's no way you can beat a rat without a cane."

"How many times have you noticed that underestimating someone's abilities is your bad habit?

The hand sword released again targets Kasha's foot.

Kasha waves his sword as he jumps away from the orbit of his hand-backed sword and steps in and flanks him in reverse.

"Ku......"

Origa was going to try to fall and recirculate it, but she didn't move as her body thought, and she couldn't kill the momentum altogether.

Falling to a lie, to a rough breathing origa, Kasha lowered her sword.

"Now you know, don't you? Let's go together... I don't want to do this with Oliga."

Goroli and Origa leaned back and gently offered their right hand to Kasha.

"Good. So, we're going to be together..."

There was a sound like mowing the grass, and a blade of wind crept through Kasha's flank.

An amount of blood, like knocking down a glass, falls to the floor.

"... what?

Kasha fell on her knees, suddenly losing blood, as the situation of her body in her eyes could not swallow well.

Plus, blood spills.

"I don't even have a cane, how could I..."

When she looked at Origa with a blurred eye, her robe protruding was torn around her arms, and on her slender forearm, which had been protruded, was a knife secured by a belt of skin.

"At the suggestion of one, two, three, it's a hidden knife that imitates the Wizard of Holland. It was sweet of you to give the wizard time to chant."

When I finished, Origa and Kasha both fell to the floor.

At the time one, two, three stepped into the room, Kasha was a bug breath.

In the meantime, and when Origa woke up with a magic pill almost from her head on one, two, three, she mistakenly thought she was dead because she had an intact one, two, three in front of her.

But when I look to the side, Kasha's blood. He's falling all over the place.

"Dear one, two, three...?

"Oh, I woke up."

"Are you all right!?... Yes, Kasha called the Knights to this Hall...!

Origa, who woke up to jump, clung to one, two, three, but was easily pulled off and rolled to the floor.

"Easy, you idiot. All the knights that attacked me were destroyed. I'm letting the Duergals clean up now."

Good, reassured Oliga, poured tears.

To Origa's whimper, Kasha, in the abyss of death, crushed with a blurred consciousness.

"Mr. Hifumi... Oh, Mr. Pajo..."

She realized that that knight, who had given herself the opportunity to make up with Origa, had failed and died, that everything was already better.

"Kasha, apologize to Lady One, Two, Three even now. Because we can still make it..."

Origa looked alternately at Kasha with one, two, three, and said to me in a gentle voice like before. That made Kasha irresistibly sad.

"Oliga, I'm sorry...... One, two, three, I'm sorry... Atashi was a fool..."

"Dear one, two, three, because she is also reflecting..."

Oliga can't hide her upset, either, when she sees Karsha dying.

But one, two, three are silently watching Kasha.

"Already... nothing, maybe, had changed... Atashi just didn't realize, and Mr. Pajo just couldn't admit it..."

Kasha looks at one, two, three, and laughs bitterly.

"One, two, three, thank you for helping the Atasis, who were slaves... If you like, I want you to stay here and let me die... because I think a foolish athlete deserves a blessed death..."

One, two, three nod with no expression.

"Thanks......"

"Kasha!"

Kersha's lid, gently closed, did not open anymore.

My chest goes up and down only once to bitterness, and then I stop breathing.

"Really, it's silly..."

He sat down beside his best friend and shed unstoppable tears when he strengthened.

One, two, three, put his hands on his hips and exhaled.

In its back, there is some pity but no remorse. It was anger that accounted for much.

It was the one, two, three, that sparked the crowd and welcomed Midas, who arrived in the hall, intact, with an angry look, and an origa that burned more anger than that.

One Midas, who had been sent to the office, knew that the situation was having the worst consequences. When I think about my fate after this, my legs get heavy.

"... so?

One, two, and three spoke briefly to Midas, who stood up without even being able to gaze in front of him.

"I'm sorry the reinforcements didn't make it and didn't help you..."

"That's what you say when you come all the way here to help us, right?

"Mm, whatever."

I can't even look at Origa.

"Is it common sense in this country for reinforcements to step into the office with their swords drawn?

"Ugh..."

"Is it also the common sense of the Knights, no, of the Royal Castle, to use acquaintances to make people look for inside information?

"Ugh..."

If there was an example of an answer, I would pay as much as I could, and one, two, three more folded into Midas, where thought came.

"And it's crazy. Imeralia should have known Vichy would be ready to attack the border with considerable force. Instead, that's what I was up to, so if we were sending reinforcements, we could have done it sooner, right?

"No, that shouldn't be... In fact, the Marquis' second son, Debord, was sent to Vichy as a messenger of peace."

"Right. Is the Messenger of Peace in this world sending such a provocative statement?"

The letter that was thrown to me was taken out of Debord's nostalgia by one, two, three.

"This is...!

With the signature of Imeraria in it, all I could see was hostility, no matter how favourably I interpreted it, which pushed Vichy through the impossible.

"Well, you'll have to tell Imeralia about this from Midas. No matter how sweet I am, there are limits."

I've turned my cold gaze at Midas so much that Origa was relieved to see what was so sweet on her face.

"If it's true, I'm about to get you and the princess's neck right now. Shouldn't we be thankful for your generous treatment?"

"also, sorry......"

With his head down, he said to Oliga now, "Oh?," Midas questioned. The way I put it now, it sounds like both myself and the princess are going to help.

"It's not too handy..."

"What?"

"Even Pajo was to the point where he did a little ingenuity, and Vichy's soldiers came in from the front, foolishly honestly, and not a tiny bit off our predictions. Origa seems to have done well, but Kasha had not been able to do what she taught"

Midas can't keep up with what he suddenly said.

"My world, my country, over a long history of battles, has created a lot of drilling to create technology about how efficiently to kill armored or horse-ridden opponents, away or quick opponents. As a result, when all sorts of martial arts and weapons appeared, they disappeared, literally fighting for their survival."

Well, I've been completely forgotten about that lately, but pinch the stupidity.

"But since I've been here, my opponents have been all wet. I thought it was just this country, but other countries apparently haven't changed either. I did the adventurer, I did the exchanger, I've been thinking about it, but finally I've come to a conclusion"

"Ke, what is the conclusion…"

Midas was about to be thrust away by the desire to get out of here immediately, wondering if he would be asked something uninterrupted, but Midas has to tell the princess what one, two, three will talk about.

"There's not enough fighting in this world. There is not enough desperation for people and people to cut their lives and fight. So I decided to move."

"What the hell are you going to do..."

I don't want to hear it, but I have to.

And Midas regretted what he had heard.

"We go around the world, spreading the way we fight to wake up, as humans in this world become aware. Hey, if you work out a few thousand people and scatter them all over the world, wouldn't that be natural?

"Does that mean raising a trained human being and letting him fight all over the world?

"Great idea. And of course I'm here to help."

One, two, three had given up that this would follow no matter what Oliga said as a matter of course.

"Oh, because I use the territory as it is. Sometimes I come back, and I want a place to experiment."

You will have a human territory where you will raise "people who may damage the Orson Grande in the future." It's not a sanity shack.

(But I can't say no to this...)

Perhaps Imeraria won't be able to turn it down either. Now twice, she will have been saved. Adverse evidence is also held.

Looking forward to it, laughing one, two, three, Midas was desperate to suffer from stronger stomach aches.