Summoned Slaughterer

Midas and Sabnak walked armed as security inside the royal castle on orders from Imeraria.

Inside the castle, where the night book has already descended, only the minimum magical lights are lit, and the end of the long corridor looks as if it stretches everywhere towards darkness.

"Senior Midas and security have been training since I joined the Knights.

It's been a long time since I've worn proper armor, and I don't know if it's anything uncomfortable, Sabnak tried to brighten it up while adjusting the armor clasp sometimes.

"Why don't you be a little quiet? I don't know when it's gonna be a fight."

"But there's no thief in the castle, is there? The First Knights are consolidating the way in and out, and there's a couple of Third Knights patrolling around the castle, right?

Midas sighed at Subnak, who assumed the castle was safe.

"You know what happened today."

"Are you saying that Lord Imeraria has shown willingness to be bequeathed the throne?

"So, why do you think they even mobilized us when it's usually the First Knights guarding this castle? … this is the answer"

Midas stops and pulls out his sword, finding a shadow as he moves on.

In front of him, three members of the First Knights' Corps stood with spears.

"No entry before this."

says one of the First Knights.

Midas looked like this man. I've heard rumors of excellence in the Knights and promotion to deputy captain in no time, a guy named Frederick. In the arms of the sword, even among the Third Knights, in Midas at the lower level inside, the minutes are terrible.

But I can't turn back and say yes.

"It is called to the room of the Imeralia ahead. Let them through."

"Well, if it's the Third Knights, why don't you just hide there and go through? That way, we can kill you all with dignity."

Even if Frederick laughs at him with his nose, Midas calmly looks at him.

"What's the aim... No, I know what you're after. But I didn't expect you to move so fast."

"That's what the most powerful man in this country wanted. No one can stop you. And we are here to defend the royal castle, believing that we will contribute to the stability of the kingdom."

"Even if that's the act of taking the lives of young girls?

"You can't put your country in jeopardy to protect one's life"

In response to Midas' question, Frederick replied that it was a natural story.

"What is the life of a girl... Mr. Midas!?

"Apparently, Her Majesty the Queen moved to eliminate the Immelalia. They say the First Knights will take His Majesty's side."

"That's the thing. I don't know your face, but if you're young, you're a guy named Subnak, right? I hear you're brilliant, so if you're on our side now, I'll pull you up to the First Knights."

Sabnak mucked at the word pull up.

Originally, a name such as First or Second is only the order in which the Knights were formed. However, the First Knights, many of whom were from percentage fine nobility and whose gorgeous inner castle security was fundamental, had many looking down at the other Knights.

I guess Frederick won't leak into that example either.

I don't ride provocation, Sabnak restrains himself.

"Do something stupid. If you think about the people who stand by you today, you'll know it's suicide."

"You fools are from the Third Knights. He told me he was the Earl who would give you such a groom! It was nobody else, that princess, who conjured up the unknown with every horse's bones."

Frederick's face, struck to the floor by the stone of the spear and exposed his anger, is ugly and distorted.

"With me, a man like that could have done it right away! While returning to the realm, the royal castle is trembling with fear of a man named one, two, three. There's no such thing! Today is the Queen's idea of an operation while one, two, three are gone, but we're supposed to tear him apart from the front!

"Phew."

Seeing an exasperating Frederick, Subnak accidentally blew it out.

"What's wrong!

"No... if you underestimate Mr. One, Two, Three that way, you don't think it's going to be a Loc thing"

Speaking of which, Senior Pajo also had to die if only a little more cautiously, I remembered her face, and Sabnak's laughter turned to bitter laughter.

"What..."

Frederick's anger was stopped with a hand sword pierced to be sucked into his neck muscle.

To that much momentum, Frederick, who breathes blood, glances down.

"Whew!?

"Frederick!"

A colleague on both sides quickly supported his body, but found himself already breathless.

"This is..."

In the eyes of Midas and Sabnak, who thought it might be one, two or three, was Origa, whose very white face of anger was faceless.

"... come and see it because it's noisy, and do one, two, three things wrong with your dirty mouth...!

Noticing that Origa was blind to themselves and others and watching the survivors of the First Knights, Midas decided it was a bad idea, pulling Sabnak and fleeing to the side of the hallway.

"Who are you!

One knight sticks out his spear and approaches Origa, but she doesn't move with her right hand sticking forward.

I didn't know what I was trying to do, and the moment I stopped and put my spear back on, Origa's wind magic caused the soldier's neck to fall off.

"There's no name for a bunch of bastards like you."

He snaps with a small voice just saying he doesn't have to hear it, and his gaze looks at the surviving knight.

"Kind of like that kid, isn't he getting scarier and scarier than before?

"Shit! Shut up!

Did you hear Sabnak's words or were they ignored, Origa doesn't take her gaze off.

"Fuck, don't come!

He is shown an unidentified attack and a magic that does not use the wand he sees for the first time, and the one remaining goes down jizzily while putting up a spear.

Still unstoppable, Origa opened gracefully with one hand, wondering if she had removed a stick less than 30 cm from her nostrils.

It was an iron fan, but no one in this world has ever seen it.

Without even caring that everyone on this occasion was bewildered by the unknown metal workmanship, Origa caressed the iron fan inadvertently.

"You're giving me weird stuff again..."

I shouldn't have said this word.

"Weird...? What's weird about this iron fan I got from one, two, three..."

Cui's eyes glowed darkly, and Oliga once walked to the knight, paying the fan from left to right.

"Ugh...?

The knight, unable to react to Origa's movements and taken the flesh of his cheeks quietly, was making his eyes black and white.

"An insult to this weapon is an insult to Dear One, Two, Three. Die and apologize."

He made a bashing noise and stabbed the folded iron fan into the knight's throat as he held his face down.

When the knight who puked blood out of his mouth fell and stopped moving even with Pickle, Origa wiped the iron fan with paper removed from his nostrils imitating one, two, three, and treated him with care.

Its gaze softens just a little and turns to the Midas.

"Mr. Midas, Mr. Subnak, what do you think of your current weapons?

"One, it seems easy to use, I think it's a good weapon"

"Oh, yeah, I think it looks kind of graceful and good on you."

Origa grinned at the two people who were in a hurry and desperate line of compliments.

"Thank you. I thank you for your rude words, and I will forget them."

(They were asking!

Ignoring Sabnak, whose loving laughter froze, Midas bowed his head to Origa.

"I thank you for your help. We didn't stand a chance like that."

"I'm not thankful. I'm just here to find Mr. Midas at the behest of one, two, three."

"Us?

"Yeah,“ from now until dawn, don't let anyone out of the castle alone. "I can help you with that, too."

"What the hell..."

"Just hunting in a cage."

Stepping into Imeraria's bedroom were 10 elite cavaliers among the First Knights.

The knights, retreating with their arms the samurai who was waiting in front of the door, grabbed the spear and gently opened the door, staring at the covered bed in the middle of a room so spacious that it did not seem to be the bedroom.

It's their job to kill the girl who's sleeping there now. Approaching the bed with Jirijiri, telling herself it was for the country.

"Ready!"

With a single heart that doesn't want to see the moment the girl dies, from outside the thin curtains, spears are pierced one after the other into the swell of the duvet.

The feeling of piercing meat plants guilt in the Knights, but this is a task of justice, held my heart.

"Sorry to hear that."

A knife protruding from beyond the curtain cut off the carotid artery by blushing the neck of one knight.

It was one, two, three that came out of the curtain shaking a knife in the rain of falling blood.

On the left hand side, the body of a woman filled with holes with spears was grasped and thrown away in front of the deflected knights. When they found out it was the Queen's body, the knights could not swallow anything but wolves.

Except only one of the knights was different.

"Stand up, all of you! Don't be a wolf, you're right in front of the enemy!

With a drink of knights who did not loosen their erection, the other knights changed the color of their eyes and put their spears back together.

"Heh..."

He looked sincerely happy, and one, two, three came out of bed. I can kick the queen's body and step aside.

"Count Toono, I ask you not to disturb me. There's no Imeralia here?

"I don't care about that. What's your name?

"My name is Deumus and I'm Deputy Chief of the First Knights. Count Toono, please tell me where the princess is."

"Is your Lord dying there?

Deums ate his teeth off, one, two, three, asking if he would still do it.

"We are commanded to make Prince Aiperos king. It's not over yet. … If I disturb you, you will die."

"Then let's do it."

Stand to hide the knife you grabbed with both hands behind your back with your left foot halfway in front of you.

One case looks defenseless, but Deumus can't find a gap to poke the spear. I don't see how a knife out of sight might come out.

(Not so much...)

Deumus only knows the strength of one, two, three in the report. But this is the first time I've ever felt it.

One, two, three stand loose against Deumus, who tries to make intercession with Jiriziri.

It was the other knights who couldn't stand the tension.

"Uh-oh!

Against the knight who unleashed his thrust, one, two, three, cut off the spear with a flash that crept up diagonally, slashing it down even more in a hanging manner and severing the knight's leg from the root.

"Uh-oh!

The knight rolling around on one leg was desperate after losing his blood for no time.

"What is that now..."

Someone snaps.

Deumus could barely see the sword line, but the others did not know what had happened. One, two, three had not moved a single step and showed two slashes in one breath with only a return of his hips.

"Come on, come on, come on, you guys still have more (...)"

One, two, three, back in the same position with their left leg in front of them, says in a retreating manner.

"Don't you get your hands on me.... I'll do it"

Deumus decided it would rather get in the way and let the other knights back down.

On the contrary, take only one step, drop your hips and put up a spear.

"You are dangerous. Even if I stab you wrong, you'll end up here."

"Nice. You should try it."

"Nooo!

It was Deumus who moved first.

Beat the tip into the face of one, two, three at a speed no less than the earlier one, two, three knives.

One, two, three, pull the left foot and replace the body, retracing to a position that does not reach the critical point, cutting the knife straight up.

"Give me the moves I saw once!

He quickly pulled the spear and slammed the knife off with his tip, poking it again with that momentum.

Slip the tip of the spear up from side to side as you draw the knife away from the outside.

After a flash of defense, Deumus took a distance.

"Good arm. I know how to use a spear very well. But don't behave too well."

Deumus does not answer.

One, two, three, change their posture and take a front eye stand with the sword.

"Some guys still have to kill. I'm sleepy, so it's time to end this."

Before the end of the words of one, two, and three, the spear of Deum struck the heart of one, two, and three.

To one, two, and three that do not show a move to avoid, Deumus is convinced of the win.

(Taken!

But the body of one, two, three, which should have been facing directly in front, will at some point be turned sideways, with the spear tip passing vainly between the left side and the arm.

Then he let go of his left hand, and a knife gripped with one right hand of one, two, three, holding the spear tip at his side, headed straight for Deumus.

"Ho, I didn't know you were going to hold the tip... insane..."

Though his belly was pierced through a gap in armor and blood stained from the edge of his mouth, Deumus was more stunned on his face than in pain.

"We have to push or pull anyway. We have to cut it. No problem if you pinch it tight."

"What a guy..."

When Deumus collapsed and one, two, three waved blood, the remaining knights didn't know how to do it, and they came under no shadow that they should defeat the enemy in front of them anyway.

"Slow"

The remaining eight knights, though firmly armored, were also broken throats in turn with minimal movement and fell all the way down, one after the other, the blood they had made themselves.

Turning all the knights into corpses, the naked knife one, two, three inhaled the smell of blood and laughed.

"It was fun."

One, two, three who liked this world just a little, wondering if he could find someone who was responsive.