Summoned Slaughterer

"What are we talking about getting together for?

"The princess and the hero need to talk to you."

"The knight of the fine sword? I heard it worked again."

"They defeated Vichy's army with fewer soldiers for everything."

The topic of the deliberate folk is biased more towards the topic of the emerging aristocracy of Focarol, one way or another, than the princess, but it is generally the subject of one, two, three as ordered.

The forthcoming announcement from the Princess of Imeralia by the third knight squad, subtly distracted in the crowd, was dispersed in one, two, three tangles. This was the first time for the Third Knights that such an information-guiding operation had been carried out, but the operations commanded by Sabnak at the request of Origa were surprisingly effective in the face of the Knights.

In the crowd, Sabnak is also lost.

"I hear there's a knight with that fine sword in the royal castle right now. Vichy, you've done a great job on your opponent."

Put it on the topic as a public story while buying and eating at the stall.

"Oops, I guess there's another reward from the Imeralia. Some guys are amazing."

Laughing at my grandfather in the street who will give me back a good response, I can see the people whose voices have reached me listening to this one with interest when I look around subtlety.

(Damn, manipulating people's minds is like a fairytale demon)

While continuing the operation, Sabnak was glad that the person recognized him and asked him to do so. Horrible. It was complicated.

While doing so, he repeated aloud that the First Knights aligned themselves in front of the Royal Castle to keep pushing people, and that the princess would show herself for a short while.

The mouth of the people will not be blocked, even if their voices are pleading solemnly to wither.

"Ah, princess!

When someone raised their voice, the blurring quieted and the throat-threatened knight was depressed.

It was Princess Imeraria who showed up on the balcony.

And next to it is one, two, three, and in the shadow behind it, I can see exactly what Origa is holding back.

(Well, what are you willing to do this time?

It was a subnak in the mood to be made to be no longer.

Not during the glance, Imeraria, who had invited him into her own office, one, two, three, urged him to the sofa at the reception, and made the maid prepare tea.

"So, about this one..."

"It's all on me. I'm sorry to hear about Mr. Pajo, but can't you just forgive the other knights and the castle..."

One, two, three blocked him from starting talking, and Imeralia bowed her head and said so at once.

"Oh, that's enough. Even if we ramble here and now, we're just talking about repeating our shitty opponents anyway. Boring."

In general, discontent overflowed from the worn out and one, two, three mouths that began to emerge once they would not even be properly trained for interpersonal matches, as opposed to the basics of mass warfare.

Strange story short, Imeraria was relieved that the level of the knights in this castle was to such an extent that it did not intrigue one, two or three.

"So..."

"Oh, I know it's your responsibility this time. The mastermind is dead. I'm not gonna kill you right now because you still have a better use than to kill me."

Words that don't make me feel any better, but I hear my life is connected.

But Imeralia was anxious to know what better use than to kill. I can't say no to myself being asked to be a woman. If they wanted it, should they also think about cutting their own lives off?

But with the help of a thin hand on his knees, he decides to be ready. Whatever happens, until my brother is safely crowned, and until we find a way to hold the man in front of us, we must live no matter what.

But the prospect was lightly denied.

"You be the king. The opposition will end and push you back, so be the absolute monarch of this country and make a strong nation. Let's just say that's the atonement for this."

"Oh no...! So, my brother... what happens to Iperos? There are supporters of that child as the next king around that child. If I were to aspire to be king, I would be in contention regardless of me or that child's will."

"I don't know. Nothing if you're being adult, and if you're hostile, I'll kill you."

One, two, three faces truncated as a matter of course, which you won't even have to ask, are extremely flat.

"But I have neither the intention nor the ability to succeed the king..."

Before I summoned one, two, three, I only knew that I was called the Virgin to come into contact with the people, and I started to think about politics somewhat more than I thought I was a decoration.

However, I am not educated to become a trader. As a result, we have lost the knight we trusted and are now even about to be monopolized by this country itself.

"You're still young. It must have been 14. You can still learn from being a prime minister and a nobleman. Besides, exchangers don't do things on their own. I think it's a good trader to find someone capable and use them well."

I'm just a little relieved that I've been confused about how a royal self is being told politics by a man like this and yet he's been saying words to comfort himself.

But she also knew it was a mistake.

"You wouldn't be as incompetent as a brother to your parents. In the meantime, you just need to be helped by the guys around you to protect your country. In the meantime, train your soldiers well. Oh, you can drop by Focarol for training. 'Cause I'm gonna finish it right up."

"... what the hell are you after?

"With more strong people, this world becomes more interesting if we are hostile. There are people out there who train their moves to fight guys with strong arms. More people think of ways to kill a sharp guy. New weapons are born to kill efficiently."

With sparkling eyes like a dream-talking boy, one, two, three talks about something similar to the tyrant's words that Immelalia has read only a little in the past.

"Then this world, this country will be disturbed"

"Whether it does or not will depend on what humans in this world do. In the world I was in, people worked hard to build their minds to advance and win wars."

Imagine how bloody a world it is and Imeralia got horrified. What a world you've summoned brave men from.

It was several young nobles who came in there.

"Dear Imeraria!

The nobles, who had slipped in slightly to push the lady standing in response, snorted to look at the faces of one, two, three and make a fool of themselves.

"If you think of someone, a grown-up who recently became a Viscount. Looks like you got in well with Imeralia, but as we've come, you have nothing more to do with it."

In addition, the other nobles spoken one, two, three.

"Dear Imeraria, civilians are gathering in front of the Royal Castle right now. Something tells me you have more to say than Imeralia."

"The people...?

Imeraria's gaze turns to one, two, three.

"Oh, I'm the one who collected it. I thought I'd give you a flashy proclamation to lead this country a little bit."

The nobles barked on behalf of the outgoing Imeraria.

"You, stay on track and monopolize national politics!

"Besides, what an attitude towards Master Imeralia! I can't forgive you!"

Hearing the summoning nobleman's voice with a cool face, one, two, and three rose loosely, took out the sword, and pulled it out.

At that point, one nobleman had his neck off his torso.

"I don't want a guy who just raises his voice. All we need is a man willing to fight."

When Imeraria looks from the balcony of the office, the front of the royal castle is packed with folks, and she feels so much gaze that she even thinks many words are warm.

She has had many times before to view the city from this balcony or speak to the people as she does now, but this has never been the stage on which she feels so heavily.

I want to ask for help with the appearance of the Third Knights, which I see as chills, but this is also the situation I have invited. If you ask for help, you may rush for it, but I know the result.

Next to himself is one, two, three, and behind him is his squire, who was a slave named Origa.

And behind it are the bodies of a few young men rolling. Young nobles earlier. They probably never dreamed that they were going to be killed, disobeyed by a low-status upbringing.

But reality was not. The world that was kind to them was over before they realized it.

From now on, one, two, three, told her that identity gradually ceased to make sense and that strength, not descent, would be the world of reference.

Imeralia, who could not imagine well, asked if that was not a world where the weak were abused by the strong, but one, two, three shook their heads beside each other and laughed.

"The shackle of birth leaves the weak vulnerable. It's a world where the weak have no bondage to defeat the strong."

I knew Imeraria didn't understand, but there was only one thing I found out. Without following the birth difference of being aristocratic because you are royal, more like one, two, three, who, if you think it is bad, will cut it off with strength.

That is a horrible world, but Imeraria must protect its country in such a world.

I don't have the strength to fight, but I can think. One, two, three said. Some people live with their heads even if they have no arm power.

Think, think, Imeraria tells herself. As it is, within the royal castle, the feud between the Imerarians and the Iperos begins, and many die as a result. Some of them may be Iperos or my mother.

"Gentlemen."

When Imeraria began to speak, the people listened quietly.

"Right now, this country is threatened by Vichy and Holland. But thanks to the work of this new Count, Lady One, Two, Three, the great marvel has left!

Ooh... and the people hear exclamation and praise one, two, three.

Some of them were voices of Subnak.

"Son of a bitch..."

I hear one, two, three voices laughing bitterly in the ears of Imeraria.

So I had an unexpected flicker.

"But the battle, which is supposed to end intact, has resulted in the knights losing their lives because of my failure! I just had to leave it to Dear One, Two, Three, with an extra hand, to lose my precious life!

Imeralia, who covered her face exaggerated with both hands, was convinced that this would make her popularity go away. If we lose popular support now, our attempts to use ourselves to move the country will be frustrated.

This may kill me, but I wasn't going to live until I became my brother's enemy.

Keeping my face hidden, I looked at one, two, three... and I was laughing.

"Now, gentlemen! Now the story is true, but I think it would be a mistake to blame Master Imeralia!

Look around slowly and make sure everyone is listening.

"Lord Imeralia has forgiven me for fighting to protect my country. Then neither we nor the Imeraria, who moved knights to protect the people of our country, nor the knights who fought and died, deserve praise!

To the call of one, two, three, the people gushed.

The confused Third Knights are bewildered, but the people were already out of control.

"Dear Immelalia, I and you are crushing your hearts trying to protect you as a people of this same country! That's why I think! Nothing can be done for the sake of the country, and those who do nothing must be about the throne! Lord Imeralia is the one who deserves to stand with us!

In the one, two, three words that exalt Imeraria, the people gradually become excited. Only the originally popular person has an unidentified sense of anticipation that the hero acknowledges the behavior.

"I swear here! Supporting Imeralia as Queen and making this country a country with the strength to be tough! Please, all of you, support the Imeralia with me!

One, two, three words that said they expected from the power of each and every one of them had a strong impact on the people. Until now, it was up to you to speak to politics, but the nobles and princesses in front of you confessed to the people their disorientation and said that popular support was what was needed.

He praised the princess with no one, and his voice was even louder in praise of one, two, three.

Even after one, two, three disappeared from the balcony with the princess, the excitement of the people did not subside for a while.

"You did it..."

The story of one, two, three supporting Imeraria's succession to the throne instantly ran around the royal castle.

It is those of the prince faction who cannot hide their frustration in the newspaper.

Especially for the high-ranking nobles at the head of the faction, he was angry at the way the coup was conducted in the absence of the prince.

There is also the image of the real mother queen of Imeraria.

"I didn't think you had this kind of ambition in Imeralia."

There is something impatient about eating up critical teeth and getting angry.

Until now, the queen has adored Iperos, the prince who will eventually inherit the king, more than Imeraria, who will be bequeathed to someone at any rate.

I thought Imeraria understood that too, but the feeling of betrayal makes the queen's expression even more rugged.

"But popular support is totally geared towards the Imeralia"

"I don't care about the support of the civilians or anything! If you ask, aren't you saying that the young nobles who complained about the princess were killed! As a traditional nobleman, you can't allow this much tyranny!

"If so, in addition to eventually inviting Imeralia to leave..."

"Oh, hey..."

The said nobleman turned his gaze toward the queen, fearful, when he realized that his real mother, the queen, was here, even though she was hostile.

"I don't mind. She was the one who betrayed me first."

When she uttered resolutely, the queen immediately ordered her to arrange something to stand on her arm.

"Kill her in one thought where she sleeps in her bedroom so she won't be disturbed by that man. At the very least, it's my mother's love that keeps her from suffering."

Looking into the seeping eyes of madness, the princely nobles bowed their heads simultaneously.