Summoned Slaughterer

First Knight captain Rivezar, who escaped from the royal castle, was on his way to Horlant with about 50 men. The aim is Munster, the city where the Second Knights are stationed as the army on the Horland side.

Rivezar, who rides the horse and drives down the street, hurries down the road while suppressing his feelings to do it.

Unexpectedly, one person appeared on the street.

30 He is a tangled little man, and the sunburned man waves his hands wide to signal this way, but Rivezar is not going to respond.

"Out of the way!"

Though shouting out loud, a man doesn't seem to be going to pave the way. And to the man's words, Rivezal was astonished.

"First Knight Captain Rivezar."

"What?"

I just accidentally stopped the horse, and I thought Rivezal was gone. It's the same as I admitted if I stopped here.

Stand still and look at the man. I don't recognize the face of a man with so thin eyes that he doesn't know the color of his eyes and laughs hella.

"What can I do for you?

"Hey, the eagle is a man named Bailevra. In fact, I was an operative in Vichy..."

To the words of the man who names Bailevra, the libezals are alert at once.

Bailevra waved in a panic as she put her hand on the sword of her hips.

"Wait for me! The eagle was waiting to help Master Rivezal!

"You said you were waiting? How did you know I was coming here! Besides, you say you're Vichy's operative, but this is the Holland side, isn't it?"

"That's right, the eagle was targeted by a guy like one, two, three, and he was about to be sold to the country, so he was headed to Holland, where there was also a handout..."

At the time of Vichy's defeat, he was selling the country and using his pseudonym to cross the Orthon Grande, and he was going for the Holland.

"So I heard about one, two, three coming to the royal castle just trying to get out of the king's capital. I thought someone from the Imperial Castle would come out toward the Second Knights on the Horland's side, so I left the King's Capital first and waited."

I didn't think I'd see you first knight captain, and I do shitty sesame.

"So, what's the purpose?

"Heh. I was wondering if you could join me."

All the knights look suspicious at Bailevra, who scratches his head and talks lightly.

"Don't talk about it. There's nothing in it for me."

"Oh, I'm sure we can help, right? Anyway, we can get you some Holland magic gear."

"Magic equipment? What good would that do?"

"I was wondering if you could tell what happened to the Second Knights in Munster."

"What..."

Rivezar ordered me to capture Bailevra laughing as hella as ever, whether he knew what he was talking about or not.

"I don't know what you're after, but I'll check the situation and then I'll decide what to do with you"

Something catches on Liberals decided to keep this little guy alive for now.

Beilevra, who was hit with a rope without any particular resistance, was taken straight to Munster by liberals.

One, two, three, and Origa, in an upbeat mood as they rock by horses, take the streets towards Focalor.

The two of them were in a different mood, but in a warm climate, time flows relaxing.

"Dear One, Two, Three, I have a reaction to the echo location: 20 people about 10 minutes on the road. He seems to have a weapon."

For a moment, one, two, three didn't know what it was about, but I managed to remember myself naming the wind magic for exploration.

Speaking of which, I think that happened, and I admire Oliga, who seems to have worked hard on the tunnel and gained a lot of accuracy.

"A weapon. Are you even a burglar?

"It probably is. Closer to the streets, there are fewer demons."

While we talk, we don't stop the horses.

"Speaking of which,"

"What is it?

"I promise to go after Bailevra, though. It might be a little difficult. Perhaps he was disposed of by Vichy's central committee or fled somewhere."

"It's..."

Origa lay down her face.

To be honest, killing Bailevra was the reason we were together, one, two, three, but at some point we used Bailevra's presence to be on the side of one, two, three. It's not once or twice that I thought if I couldn't find Bailevra like this, I'd be with her all the time.

Of course, the vengeance on Bailevra has not yet vanished.

"... I believe that one day I will be able to catch that man by going around the world with Lady One, Two, Three"

"Right."

Oliga felt sorry for him, as opposed to one, two, three, which he accepted in one word. (1) Having postponed the conclusion that he had lost the care of two or three to secure his place. Neither can convince themselves.

I cheated, Oliga thought.

Approximately Origa, troubled by his dark face, one, two, three had just descended from his horse and connected him to the proper tree.

They're thinking of putting the horse down and killing the opposition because it's a hassle to walk ahead of this when the horse runs away.

"I don't get lost. You can kill me if you think I should. That's a good reason."

One, two, three snapped with a potpourri and just walked away, wielding the copper of the clam.

Thank you. You seem to be mistaken as to why Origa is depressed, but more than anything else, I was glad that that one, two, three cared for me.

"Yes!"

Origa, who replied, grabbed the back sword of his hand in his right hand and ran over to one, two, three.

"Since when did Orson Grande's soldiers weaken so far!

Grasping the report of the war that arrived at hand, Stifels smacked his desk.

"That's not as many Holland soldiers as we are, but it's an anomaly in a nutshell: they storm from the front into magic and arrow attacks, or they attack even when their arms are cut off"

The faces of the Second Knights did not know about the magic equipment used in Alosale and Rhone. The Orthon Grande soldiers were completely psychologically pushed against the Holland soldiers who just pushed on as ordered.

Bringing 3,000 soldiers besides knights has already damaged 10%.

"Moreover, enemy wizards make it easy to commit inhumane acts, such as engaging in the magic of flames on every side with a large number of them. These soldiers are frightened, and their morale is down."

Stifels sat abusively in a chair to the deputy captain reporting with a bitter bug bitten face.

"Anyway, now Prince Aiperos is in the main force. You can't go back to the King's Capital without making a difference. You can't retreat until you've done some damage to your enemies."

Pour the liquor into the cup and drink it all at once.

"Speaking of the original, the problem is that Holland has suddenly violated the border! A complete surprise attack without a formal announcement… imitation like a bandit is a falling of a magic country or a holland that is said to be"

Stifels spilling stupidity, but what he's being asked for now is specific instructions on what to do with what's happening in real life.

"Captain..."

The deputy captain awaiting orders was jealous and tongued.

"I have no choice. Rent a leader soldier to Count Billon. Increase the number of people and push them back at once"

Before anyone could tell me to use it, Prince Iperos came.

"Stifles. How's the war going?

Aiperos, who is just a teenager, tells him to take a bunch of samurai to show his utmost majesty.

"Ha. We've antagonized the temporary situation because the resistance of the Horlant soldiers is more intense than expected, but we'll try to push it back in the upcoming operation"

"Right. Speak to me when you're settled."

It means I'll only show my face on the scene as a general when I decide to win.

Stifels bitterly dropped off Aiperos as he said he was looking forward to leaving.

"Come out later..."

I was only going to use it to make him famous for his actions to make the Second Knights achievements, but I had more princes to squeeze out than I needed to.

Apparently, he saw his sister Imeraria, who actively participates in national politics and gathers popular support, and learned to rush. You thought you'd take the king's throne as it was, to Stifels, who was forming a formation earlier, and the foretaste was there, bringing in many servants and private soldiers.

But the city of Munster is on the verge of being punk for using private soldiers only as escorts and bringing in a lot of personnel without getting them to take part in the war. Nothing but annoyance rather than help.

"Anyway, increase your troops and slap your enemies with overwhelming force! Let Uncle Billon have his use."

One, two, three just took a closer look at the sickle that took human life, and leaked a sigh.

"You're hurting me a lot. We'll rebuild it when we get back to Focalol."

"And, hey..."

The bandits, already halved in numbers, stare at one, two, three with crude weapons in their hands, but when they see their fellow men killed and falling, their feet don't move forward.

"Let it be a different weapon now."

Instead of the clam, remove the Tobi mouth and gently descend.

You're still okay over here.

One, two, three looked behind me with chillies, and I saw a smiling oliga. At its feet, the bodies of three burglars are rolling. He was trying to take me hostage.

"It's gonna take us all at once!

"Oh!"

With the decree of the heady man, the ten remaining are approaching at once.

"Do it from the beginning."

Stick Tobi's mouth in one neck and pull him down.

Besides, without even looking at him, the next opponent grabbed his neck and rolled over on his back, sticking it up against his heart.

Hook Tobi's mouth on the approaching stick and deviate, kicking his groin up thoughtfully.

"Be a little more creative. Boring."

Punish Tobi Mouth and take the spear that he took from Rivezar and made it his own as it was.

"Seven more. How many seconds do I have?

"You're kidding me!

Rip off both legs of your sword-wielding head, return your wrist and snap your neck.

Lost heads, the bandits begin to run off throwing down their weapons and scattering spider children.

But it's not one, two, three that misses its prey. It turns from one end into a body.

"Nice weather...... I wish we had the weather to Phocarol."

It was an origa that chewed casual everyday happiness as she watched one, two, three killing people with joy.

"I refuse"

At the request of the reinforcements, Count Billon, the Lordship, refused without comment to the deputy captain of the Second Knights, who visited the Lordship Hall.

"Why not? I'm asking you to help protect this city..."

"I also think about and refuse to protect this city. My men have confirmed the situation, but the soldiers in Holland are unusual."

You know that, Billon tells the deputy captain quietly.

"You mustn't think about bumping into people from the front and doing this because they're not decent opponents and they're going to storm uninhibited without looking concerned about wear and tear. Use the city's defenses to drain only the opponent, and this one should wait for reinforcements."

"Are you reinforcements?"

"Yeah, I've already sent a messenger. There's a distance, but you'll be here before the fence breaks."

The deputy captain can't hide his frustration in that laid-back narrative.

"If you are so calm!

"Oh? Prince Iperos was reported to be“ antagonistic, "wasn't he? If so, if we put more weight on defense and act, can we fully protect it?

"Gu..."

Of course, Biron's irony of knowing the plight of the army on the Holland side, but it is true that Stifels actually reported so, so the deputy captain could not say anything.

"So how much reinforcement did you ask for to the King's Capital?

When this happened, the deputy captain decided to check the contents of the reinforcements, thinking about setting up an operation that was in the calculation that reinforcements would come.

"However, I think we could still collect 4000 from Wang Du and the surrounding area."

"It wasn't the King's Capital who requested reinforcements, was it?

"What? Then where..."

Billon gracefully tilts a cup with tea, enjoys the aroma and then smiles.

"If you ask me, I'd prefer someone strong. I've asked the lord of Focarol, the palace of one, two, three. If he's as strong as rumored, he'll also be active with the Holland opponent"

"Hey, what the..."

Biron was a little distracted when he saw the face of the deputy captain, whose open mouth was not blocked.