Summoned Slaughterer

The messenger released by Biron was dressed as an ordinary man, although he had used a horse. He is ordered to carry a precious package of seasonings and, if anything, to be a merchant.

For meeting knights, soldiers, nobles, etc., you cannot seek cover in a detour without knowing if your opponent is a princess or princess. Even when I saw soldiers and knights, I was told to ignore them and to sue directly to one, two, three of Focalor anyway.

"For what purpose did you come to Wang Du?

"I'm on my way to sell spices to Focalol, so I'm on my way"

An inquisition had been set up in the current King's Capital until access was not restricted, and a similar confirmation had been made to the border. It was the knights of the Third Knights who were in charge, and they were wary of the trends of the other Knights.

"Well, is that what you ordered?

From behind the female knight who was asking the question, Sabnak stuck his neck in.

Asked a stepped question, the messenger took a breath for a moment, but recalls what Billon had instructed him to do.

"Yes, there was an order from Lord Toono of Focarol through the Chamber of Commerce of the King's Capital..."

You're lying.

"What?"

"One, two, three are not that obsessed with eating, and when I came to King's Capital, I only used about a stall, except for a weapons store, a slave shop and an inn. I didn't order spices. Yes, restraint."

Sabnak tells me that the soldiers around him quickly restrain and tie up the messenger.

"Hey, why..."

"Maybe no one knows more about Mr. 123 than we do about the Third Knights... except Mr. Origa, who isn't here."

It was unfortunate, to laughing Sabnak, that the messenger decided to wager on his opponent that he was a third knight, rather than being held captive and eating time like this. Given the purpose of the Lord, Billon, even if he was punished, it seemed like the best thing he could do now.

"Ji, actually..."

"Yeah?"

The messenger told Subnak to take a look at the letter addressed to one, two or three in his nostalgia, explaining Munster's state of war.

Having confirmed Biron's signature in the letter, Sabnak said to untie the messenger and immediately arrive at the royal castle.

Focarol now had free time for martial officers and soldiers, and the civilian was in the midst of a busy, turning his eyes. There is no such battle, and the demons are adequately dealt with by the adventurers. Alosale, who was killed by one, two, three and slightly reduced the number of adventurers, also moved several adventurers from Focarol and seems to have no problem with numbers.

As a result, the soldiers of the Leading Army are taking turns training, discussing with Alekore the mass battles coached by one, two, three, or working with Pulfras of Dwarves to test the weapons that one, two, three were devising.

Civilians have no one to spare, such as the preparation of education for civilian candidates from the new territories, the household registration survey of new inhabitants, and the care of an increasing number of staff and soldiers.

Ironhide Kym also walks twice as fast as normal with his expression intact. The extra difficulty of speaking up has led to a concentration of reports from officials on the brocla the person in charge wears instead, and this one is on the verge of punk.

Mukhale, who had been called for backup if the army was free, is also busy working. There, Alyssa, who was supposed to be training outside the city with the leadership, came running.

"Mr. Mukale!

"Alyssa, you're still adorable, but what's up?

Kym, who passed by, also approached Mukale, who greeted him with a superb smile.

"Make an effort to hide your greed a little more. Secretary, which, what's your emergency?

"Oh, yeah. Vichy's central committee? Someone said I'm from something like that, and they're waiting for me in the waiting room on the first floor..."

I hear Alyssa, unfamiliar with Vichy's system, wasn't quite sure when she was told it was a central committee. He said he was called out where he was aligned in front of the gate and brought him in without knowing what to do.

"I didn't hear from the border...... ok. We'll take care of it later with me and Mukale, I'll take care of it."

"Hey..."

"Yeah, nice to meet you"

Mukale, caught up, reached out vainly to Alyssa, who ran away.

"Oh, I was going to observe from the shadows when the job came to a paragraph..."

"If you have time for that, do your job. I'll have an inn close to the hall, so you can explain the absence of the lord, guide him to the inn if you want to stay, and ask for the requirements if you want to return."

One soldier came as Mukale tried to make his way to the ground floor, crushing on Kym's back, who had just gone and needed moisture unlike you.

"Mr. Mukale, I've been contacted by the border and a messenger from Vichy is on his way here..."

"I just heard that. 'Cause I'm from the Central Committee and they're waiting for me on the first floor."

"Is that it? A personal messenger of a person named Minoson, one of the Central Committees, who is now waiting for you at the entrance to the city..."

To the words of the soldier, Mukale held his head.

"Don't bring Vichy's inner rub over here... I dare you, tell him the lord is absent now, and if you intend to wait, have him stay at the inn close to the gate."

"Okay."

This, Mukale thought, had to get him back to one, two, three as soon as possible.

"Maybe we should pick him up."

Anyway, until the judgment of one, two, three was reached, the messengers decided to hold a meeting with the other clerks that they had to just stop them from bowling.

Until now, Imeraria began to use the crowning proclamation from the other day, when she had reluctantly refrained from using it against the late king and the next king. It is a suggestion from the Prime Minister, but I believe it is a necessary measure before he decides to consolidate his foundations in order to protect his brother.

Before Imeraria, who does not sit on the throne on a boulder, but remains standing, the messengers of Subnak and Biron are kneeling. Subnak in front and the messenger in a slightly lowered position was due to differences in identity.

"So you're saying that the Second Knights and Count Billon's leadership are in a critical situation"

Immelalia glanced at the report of the apostle who was allowed to speak directly. Where the war on Vichy's side was not over either, it was a report I didn't really want to hear.

"At the time I left, it wasn't enough to be directly attacked by the city yet. But Count Billon saw the loss of the Second Cavalry and decided the crisis was imminent, choosing to ask for reinforcements with me as a messenger."

"Why is that request not against the royal castle, but against the count of one, two, three?

To Imeraria's doubts, the messenger sweated and mouthed all over his face. If you answer poorly, you will be taken more as Count Billon underestimated the royal family. I can't use the reason that the territory is close or because it is a pattern of distress.

To an apostle who could not say anything, Sabnak sent out a help boat.

"Dear Imeraria, I wonder if this is the result of Count Billon avoiding getting into the mess of the royal castle"

The messenger wondered if I could say that, but I just have to keep quiet now.

"With all due respect, those involved in the Royal Castle, including our Knights, have been separated from the princess and the princess, and since before the proclamation of the Imeraria, there has been a power struggle under the water. In it, Count Billon had his standing on hold, so whoever he spoke to in the royal castle would rely on one faction or another."

"How is that going to get to Dear One, Two, Three?

"Perhaps Count Billon was chosen to side with the Imeralia. But it should not yet tell Uncle Billon about the recent declaration by Master Imeraria or the escape of the First Knights. Therefore, we chose to avoid contact with the intertwined Imperial Castle, arguably the greatest force in the country today, and to request directly from Mr. 123, the head of the princess faction."

"I see...... Mr. Sabnak seems to be familiar with Count Billon."

"Because I am the daughter-in-law of my sister. I know some things about Uncle Billon."

Speaking of which, Imeraria had long ago remembered the wife of Count Billon, who looked at each other. Sabnak had not yet become a knight at the time, and she was an adorable feeling woman who spoke properly to her young self.

"Mr. Sabnak. I immediately led the soldiers and thought... but you had to go and help me run the territory of one, two, three."

"Yes, it's time to leave King's Capital."

It's my brother-in-law's crisis, so I really want to take it on, but Sabnak put his head on.

There was also a reputation I had heard from Pajo, so Imeralia, who wants Subnak to achieve results and keep him at the center of the Third Knights, if possible, thinks.

"... Speaking of which, the Third Knights had a woman with an unusual background"

I remember one knight, Imeraria, but I didn't remember his name.

"Do you mean Filinion"

"Yeah, I've never seen you, but you think you've been helping your father run the territory since he was younger? There is also the hope of his father, Viscount Amazeroto, to keep him knighted. Hey, do you think he is inherently good at his abilities as a civilian? Let her handle it."

"What?"

"I said I would leave it to her to help me run my territory. I will speak to Mr. Filinion, and Mr. Sabnak will gather his soldiers and head straight to Munster."

"But..."

To the bewildered Sabnak, Imeralia said pishari.

"I don't mind. I'll give Mr. Filignon a letter with the circumstances, and he'll be more interested in information that has a battlefield than a territorial one. Uncle Billon's messenger."

"Ha ha."

"To the service entrusted to me by Uncle Billon, I will accompany Philinion and his servants. I apologize for taking the time."

With a grinning smile, the messenger was often spotted, and he lowered his head in haste.

"There is no such thing! You even cared for one soldier like me, and I have nothing to thank you for!

(Without immunity, the smile of Imeralia works.)

With that sentiment, it was a subnak of complex moods, with some joy given a place of action as a knight, like a load of shoulders had fallen, a little misty.

"... so?

One, two, and three, returning to Focalor, shrugged annoyingly after hearing Kaim and Mukale explain that they had quickly entered the office.

"Perhaps Vichy Central Committee is beginning to split. According to the information, the person named Minoson is an ancient stock in the Central Committee, and the city he represents seems to be furthest from the Orson Grande side."

One, two, three put his hand on his chin and thought.

How can I be the most confused, the battle will be intense, the confusion will be greater?

Think for a few seconds, one, two, three give instructions.

"Both, the messengers and all who followed me, gather them in the room. Talk directly."

"What are you going to do?

"I'm just trying to talk to you soothingly."

Seeing one, two, three answering Kym's question lightly, Mukale thought it was an absolute lie.

There are a lot of people, and when everyone enters the meeting room, they get stuffed.

So, from the envoys of the Central Committee, the envoys of Minoson are staring and getting smaller.

"Damn, what does Representative Minoson think"

"I just think you're turning the committee around."

I guess there are people coming who have some status. Behind the fat pair talking to each other, armed escorts are benevolent.

By the way, you won't be disarmed to enter the Lordship Hall. Adventurers and the like also stop by for apparent reasons, but in fact, one, two, three is due to the phrase "if it goes wild, that's it”, which protects the staff by placing a certain amount of guards on each floor.

Suddenly the door opened and one, two, three, who came in silently sat in the upper seat. Behind it, Oliga stands.

"So, what's your hope?

All of a sudden they asked me the real question, the messengers for a moment, but the messengers from the Commission wiped the sweat and started talking.

"Well, that's about this war, he wants to negotiate peace..."

"Tell that to Imeraria. I don't know."

"So, let's talk about a temporary truce"

"So."

One, two, and three stared at the messenger, and bent his mouth to the letter to.

"That kind of troublesome discussion is royal castle business. Don't bring it this way. I don't accept peace or discussion. I'll take it if you want to fight. What about you?"

The gaze of one, two, and three of the grumpy places turned to themselves, and Minoson's messenger shook his shoulder.

Take out the parchment and the writing, and pass it through Origa to one, two, three.

"I have deposited this letter with our representatives and asked them to deliver it. If you don't mind, I'd like to get back to you..."

One, two, and three, who looked through in writing, laughed with a nibble and saw Minoson's messenger.

The messenger himself was not informed of the contents of the writing, and one, two, three reactions were incomprehensible, but he was reassured that he was in a better mood anyway.

"It says an interesting story. Let's fully embrace this story. I'll tell the royal castle, so it'll be recognized not only by me, but by the country."

"So, then..."

"Tell Minoson and I will spare no effort if this story is true."

"Wow, I get it!

One, two, three, who told the emissary who was leaving saying he would return and tell them quickly that it would be good to use a trolley to get to the border, tried to leave the room saying that the conversation was over.

"Ma, wait! What the hell did Minoson...!

The envoys from the Central Committee, who rose up with the momentum to knock down the chair, also seem to have content in one, two, three leopards.

"Oh, of the city Minoson stands for, er..."

"It's Pursan."

"There. Pursan and the surrounding villages will be an independent nation through Vichy, so they want me to recognize them."

"Hey, what..."

This is a betrayal, if you inform the center immediately, no. One, two, three said coldly to the messengers who first said they should head to the Royal Castle of Orson Grande.

"You know."

"Hey, what is it?"

"This is my house. You're free to go back and forth, but now that I've done my errands, get out of here."

"Okay, I'll be out in a minute, so please, as for negotiating peace..."

"I told you I don't know"

I snort in a grumpy way.

"If it's an enemy, I'll kill it. That's all."

Now when they saw one, two, three, who had left without stopping, no matter what they said, the messengers returned to the inn with amazement.