Summoned Slaughterer

Female knight Philinion was pointing his mouth in dissatisfaction as he rode his horse down the street.

"Why do I have to go to a secluded place like Focarol?"

A small carriage with clothes and food is following it. In the carriage, the envoy of Count Billon sleeps, who was on watch during the camp. It is Klinola who has been asked to come from her parents' house as a filinion maid.

"Focarol is no longer the end of the country, my lady"

Filinion sighed at the innocent scratches of Clinola, some younger than the 18-year-old Filinion.

"I know. But it's strange, I can't believe the cavaliers are sent to help the lords. Besides, is this really Sabnak's role?

Filinion doesn't stop being stupid while shaking her green soft hair into the wind.

"But it's safer for me to run a territory in the city than a knight is a dangerous job. There are rumors in the city that the war is over. Anything, thanks to the work of the lord of Focarol on his way now."

Are you happy that Filinion has left the workplace where he is likely to be caught up in the fight, and Krinola is in a good mood long after she hears about the transfer?

"... you're happy you don't know."

Philinion, who belongs to the Third Knights, naturally knows about a person named One, Two, Three. He is disputed by the people as well as Subnak during the Princess's declaration of succession, and he also sees his face.

"You look a little young, but you're in order. But the contents..."

I remembered one, two, three faces I saw in the distance, and then I remembered his history, which I read in the report.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?

"Nothing. I wonder how long to get to Focalol."

"We're already in Toono territory. I'll be there tomorrow."

"... yeah?

As we had a conversation, I saw something coming up and approaching Filinion's sight looking at the end of the street.

"Crinola, take the carriage out of the street! I don't know what it is, but it's coming close with great momentum!

"Ha, ha!

As Krinola manipulates the reins, the carriage immediately moves out of the street. The carriage jumped on the steps and so did the Biron messenger.

"Is something wrong?!

Philinion also leaves the streets while Krinola explains the situation.

"What the hell..."

Filinion, pulling out his sword just in case, got off the horse and waited beside the carriage, wiped the sweat that crept in his palm with his clothes.

The sword is honest, I'm not sure. Though I admired the female knight and was eager to practice at one time, it was refreshing since I woke up to the pleasure of running the territory. Ever since I was put in from my father to the Knights because I spoke too much into management, I worked out somewhat again, but it was the lowest line of arms in the Knights.

"I hope you're not like a burglar or a demon..."

But wishes are doubly betrayed.

The identity of the earthsmoke, which had been visible for some time, was a large pig-shaped demon. A type of demon commonly found in forests and close proximity to them, but nearly three metres in size, even adventurers who specialize in exorcising demons are tough in size without numbers.

And there are those who go after that great demon.

A threesome in something like a trolley has two people manipulating some lever and one erecting something fixed to a trolley like a bow and arrow. All of them, like some soldier, are wearing matching simple armor.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Silly! He said it was too fast!

"Scary, scary, scary!

Something like a spear they fired, shouting and shouting at the demon, made a blunt noise and stuck it in the demon's ass.

A trolley burst into the demon rolling with a roaring, running momentum, and the three were blown away by scattering, jumping over the demon and rolling.

"Wow..."

Leaving Krinola at the side of the carriage that this would not be safe, the Philinion and Biron envoys go near in awe.

The demon apparently broke his neck on a rolling clap and was utterly desperate.

After checking for safety to see if there are any other demons, we see how the three of them are falling, and they're all up flirtatious.

"So, it's okay...... is it?

Asking one frightened, the soldier-like man bowed his head shyly.

"Oh, sorry to surprise you"

"Yes, no... I hope you're okay"

The two remaining people also stand up and look at the shattered trolley and hold their heads "angry ~".

"I am the filinion of the Third Knights of the Orthon Grande. Some kind of soldier. You're a lot sturdy. I was on a strange ride."

"Was this, Knight! We don't get hurt to this extent, because we are trained every day to be passive."

(Passive?)

Philinion is alert to the first word he hears. Maybe he's from another country.

While I thought so, the other two soldiers gathered and bowed their heads to the Philinions.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. We were preparing for camp ahead of us, but we were chasing demons to feed them."

"That's fine, but where do you belong?

The three big men, who laugh in the light of embarrassment, have no martial arts like the other soldiers they see, and feel so mild.

"Oh, excuse me! We are the soldiers of the Toono leadership."

(This is...)

Far from the image of defeating the great army with an oligarchy, Filinion became badly anxious about the soldiers who seemed to be in good hands.

"Ahead, there's our formation a while back on the horse. I will return to report to the lord one, two, three, if you would like to join me. Lord 123 said he would make a boar named Inochinabe, so I apologize for the inconvenience..."

"Do you have one, two, three?!?

It was Biron's messenger who got himself out of the way.

Philinion tightened his mind that it was going to be a quicker encounter than he thought.

One of Vichy's big cities, a letter from Minoson, a representative of Pursan, said something important besides what one hundred and twenty-three told messengers from the Central Committee.

"Bailevra seems to have run away from Vichy. So, to the extent Minoson looked into it, he pretended to be a merchant again and went through the Orson Grande, probably headed to Holland."

In one, two, and three explanations, Oliga put aside for a while and opened her mouth.

"Credit, can you do it?

I don't know.

One, two, three picked up the letter released, and Origa looked through carefully.

"For a while Vichy will be gotten gobbled in Pursan's independent relationship. It's good to attack there, but it looks clear that Minoson thinks that makes it easier. I don't like that."

"Easy...... is it?

"It would have been“ the remainder of Pursan vs. Vichy, "but when a good part of it goes into battle with Orson Grande, you'll have fewer enemies for that matter."

"I see."

Vichy will leave you alone for a while, one, two, three said.

"It's going to be more fun to get in after a little more mess."

"So?"

Origa turned to her expectations as she put the tea back in and put it in front of one, two, three.

"I'm going to Holland. I'm also concerned about the magic equipment. Seems like we're doing it behind us and getting ready, so we'll be somewhat more responsive."

"Dear One, Two, Three..."

In Origa, one, two, three were diagrams that went out of their way to Holland to avenge Origa. Besides, I expect that we can travel together again.

"Alyssa and... because of this, do you want to take some troops with you on the expedition? I'd like to try some of the tools I've made."

Ignoring Oliga, who is disappointed that she is not alone, one, two, three quickly left to get Pulflas ready.

"Nevertheless..."

One, Oliga, left in the room, looked at the writing on the desk.

"Bailevra...... be prepared. I'll kill you."

In a quiet room, words of determination echoed.

Thus, with thirty leading soldiers, one, two, three set out again towards the king's capital.

When Rivezar arrived in Munster, Munster was still alive, but no walking people were found in the city, in what should be termed a strict state of mind.

"What's this all about? What's the Second Knight doing?

Forecasts said it would hardly be a battle with Horrant, and it should have been seen to end with a stare, and it was totally unexpected for Rivezal that there was enough fighting to affect the city's inhabitants.

"Oh, is the second number one? It's like this is the royal castle."

Byron, who welcomed the libezal in the hall, said boringly.

"What's going on in this city?

Sitting tightly on the couch, Rivezar moisturizes his throat with the tea served.

"You don't seem to be able to hold down Holland's soldiers in the Second Knights. Apparently it's enhanced with strange magic equipment."

"You say it's magic equipment?!

Rivezar bites that his plan goes wild at the war situation on the Horland border, which is more distressed than he can imagine. He should return to the royal castle by entangling the power of the prince in his flag, but the power of the heart is cut.

"So, where are the Second Knights?

"We're camped in a village near the border. Apparently you don't like how I asked Count Toono for reinforcements."

Billon shows his white teeth and laughs, and this is rude, he says usefully.

"You mean ask one, two, three for reinforcements! Why that man!

"Because I'm strong. Kill many enemies, protect the people and defend the territory. As the same lord, I want to know the trick."

Ignoring the gaze of the staring libezal, Biron pinched one baked treat.

"Would you like one? Sweet things calm your mind. When you need to calm down and make a decision, we always make sure you have sweets."

My wife and others laugh at me when I'm like a child because I eat all the confectionery when I'm stuck at work, but Billon laughed and threw another in his mouth.

"No need! Now I beg your pardon!

"Oh, wait. Didn't your presence here mean something happened at the Royal Castle?

Rigid for a moment to Billon's question, Rivezar discards him as not knowing and leaves roughly opening and closing the door. Dropping him off, Billon exhaled loudly and left his body in the chair.

"Oh, boy, that's the First Knight Captain. Which, intimidation is a big deal"

Billon's prediction is that the Liberals. The First Knights will join the Second Knights in a battle against Holland. If you win, you will be willing to celebrate and triumph the prince and push him with strength to the throne inheritance.

If you lose, the enemy will come here.

"Should we also consider the worst..."

Ring the bell on the desk, looking up at the ceiling and pondering measures.

Soon the butler came in.

"Would you like to call me?"

"Get all the captains of the leadership in the conference hall. And supplies for battle."

"... Yes, sir."

The old butler didn't hear anything, he just drowned his head.

"Please.... Nevertheless, was he able to make contact with Count Toono safely? As early as you can, you're already on your way here, Haz. Well, we have to set expectations aside and do what we can."

When he was going to be busy, Biron got up and headed to the conference hall.

The outraged Rivezar returned to the First Knights waiting outside the hall.

No one speaks to the captain's grumpy condition.

Except for one.

"Apparently, there's been quite a bit of damage with Holland's magic equipment."

Bailevra laughs nasty with her hands tied behind her back.

Even if Rivezar stares at me, I won't stop talking.

"I have a plan. If you have a weasel network, you can have the same one, so if you reinforce your troops..."

I watched Bailevra and thought about it for a while, Rivezar, but now I've decided to ignore it and make joining the Second Knights a priority.

"Now they say the Second Knights are in formation in a village near the border. It seems somewhat tricky, but if we head to the rescue, we'll be able to push it back soon!

Oops, and the knights lift up their voices, lining up and going through the city of Munster.

Beilevra, who is walked still tied up, is still laughing hella.

"Well, say it when you need it."

"If we don't rely on that, with the strength of our Knights, we have as many chances as we can!

That being said, for some reason, I was not willing to give Bailevra's figure to Count Billon.

Count Billon already has a verse like he decides to be a princess. If you give him there with information on the enemy country, that one, two, three, could take the handle away.

"Anyway, you're not here."

At any rate, the Knights of the Prince must be the only ones to make the battle work.

The rush dominated the Rivezal.