Summoned Slaughterer

"Hmm."

One, two, three replied carelessly, stirring the meat of a pig-shaped demon plenty put into the pan.

When he was able to meet with one, two, three with the guidance of the lead soldier, Filinion observed one, two, three calmly, and the Biron envoy explained the situation in Munster with a flat back momentum and begged for help.

That reply is the first word.

"Dear one, two, three, what do you do with this vegetable?

"Oh, throw in more and more without worrying. It's a pot, so you don't have to think hard."

"Hey Shiso."

Approximately a messenger wrapped around the tight air, in a pot boiled with gras, there is a rich aroma of stock and fat coming out of the bones of the beaten demon, and Alyssa stares at the pot with a dripping whom.

Around the perimeter, several groups surrounded the pan, mainly heavy units, imitating one, two, three.

Everyone is looking at the pan with a loose face.

"Um..."

"Oh, don't you dare eat you guys, too. Talk to you later."

Next to a messenger who was given a plenty of served rice and started eating with his hips grated as he was flushed, Filinion stared at that crude simmering dish.

"This is delicious, ma'am"

Soon Klinola, sitting nearby, laughs at Nico Filinion.

It's disgusting to think it's demonic meat, but it can't be denied that it smells delicious to Philinion, who also ate only the food he brought with him during his outdoor training.

When I look at it once in a while, it looks delicious eating with the Origa. It's rude to refuse here, and I'm afraid to piss you off.

When you never speak of intent, the intense flavors stain you with hunger.

"Ah, delicious..."

"Naturally. One, two, three, you made it."

"If the material is decent, it can be anything."

Soon after he flattened about three glasses, one, two, three leaned back to the grass satisfactorily.

"And because the city of Holland is in danger, he wants my army to help him."

The messenger nodded hastily that the conversation had been properly made clear.

"Rather than an army, Count Billon would like to ask Count Toono himself. Here, it will be a letter."

"Me."

When Oliga handed it to him to receive it, one, two, three, who had brutally opened his eyes and looked through it, woke his body up to jump up.

"Lords on the Holland side, like Count Billon"

"Yes!

"There's an interesting one in this country too."

The letter from Biron read only one line of salaried as a private letter to one, two, three, following a stereotyped request for reinforcements.

“There are many enemies, so I'd like Uncle Toono to keep them flat."

The Second Knights were almost all waiting in an unnamed countryside near the border, starting with Captain Stifels.

The injured are being evacuated and treated in Munster. Several personnel were sent as escorts to watch Count Billon's movements.

Renting several houses to use as quarters for the knights, the soldiers camp outside the village.

The attack from Holland has subsided, leaving a small number of watchdogs at the border to see how things are going.

When the First Knights came to the village, the Second Knights were just gathering for a military debate.

A second-knight cavalry member rushed to the sound of the horse's foot to see how it was, accompanied by a libezal, returned to the venue of the military council.

"Stifles. Long time no see."

"I thought it was an enemy attack. Don't surprise me."

The first and second knights are not so bad friends. Due to the fact that the places of work are different, they are less face-to-face in themselves. The captain and deputy captain are about to meet each other in the castle.

"So, what do you want with the First Knights, who are supposed to be stuck in the royal castle, to the edge of a country like this?

Unable to hide his frustration with the unscented war situation, Stifels stared at Rivezal.

"I'm here to offer to fight together. Not if it's moving individually."

"Fight together? What do you mean, fight together, not reinforcements"

The faces of the Second Knights were astonished by the declaration of succession of Imeraria described by Rivezar and the barbarism within the royal castle by 123.

"I didn't know that was happening... What about the prince?

"I didn't tell you. Now go back to the Imperial Castle, and if you do anything wrong, you'll end up harming the prince."

"No way......"

To Stifels, who shook his head saying he couldn't believe it, Rivezal said it was never a joke or an exaggeration.

"You'll know that, too. The man is now a nobleman by some mistake, but he's a summoner who could be anywhere, a traitor who killed the king. I don't think he'd shy away from a prince who's clearly turned hostile."

So we need a prince to unite in the First and Second Knights to contain the princess, Liberzal explains, but Stifels' reaction is not aromatic.

"Rivezal, listen to one thing."

"What?"

"How many knights and soldiers have you brought?

"... 30 knights. No soldiers."

To Rivezal's answer, Stifels laughed with his nose.

"Coming later with a number of people that can't even be called force of war makes me laugh at fighting together. We were the ones who moved to have the prince first to make the battle work."

The second-knight cavalry members who were listening in the back said with their eyes that they were complaining about the prince they had followed.

"Shit..."

"See? This is the battlefield of the Second Knights. Go back to the castle."

Ribezar, who was refused by Stifels so badly, decided to stay in the village only tonight and return to Munster once tomorrow.

Accommodating his men in a number of houses, he herself turns the village chief's house away as a sleeping bed overnight. As Rivezar tries to enter the house, Bailevra, who is rolled next to a knight standing watch, calls out again.

"Dear Rivezal, In the Second Cavaliers, who overconfident themselves, they would not have had the ear to hear your persuasion."

"Shut up, shut up"

"In the Second Knights and Expeditionary Army there is no victory for Holland, who has developed new magic equipment. The border will soon be broken through. So if you have a similar magic fixture before you do that and repel Horlant instead of the Second Knights..."

Rivezar could no longer ignore Bailevra's words, which he continued to speak regardless.

"Is a new magic appliance that effective?

Bailevra finally got a nasty grin at the interest she was directed at.

"Holland soldiers are mostly conscripts from the general public. That's what overwhelms knights and soldiers."

You know what this means, don't you? Rivezar urged Bailevra to continue the conversation.

"Nice to see you. You're welcome."

"Long time no see, brother-in-law"

When Sabnak arrived in Munster as reinforcements, led by 500 soldiers, Count Biron greeted him with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to come."

"I'm sorry I'm not Mr. One, Twenty-Three."

"No, no, because it would be best to hold out if it were just the leadership. It's really helpful."

Besides, I was sick and tired of all the strange people coming to the city, so they told me it would help me feel good, and Sabnak had to laugh bitterly.

"I don't know if the enemy is Holland or the Knights of my country."

"But I didn't think it would be a battle with Holland."

"Me too. Well, I wouldn't be surprised if it was the Second Knights who got their hands on it first."

Billon urges me, and Sabnak sits on the couch.

Warm tea was carried and Billon also lowered his back across the street.

"So, what's the situation?

"That's not good. Information from the border suggests that for once it seems antagonistic at the moment... but I guess the same magic equipment I was hearing from you is being used. This soldier is experiencing accelerating fatigue, both physically and mentally, against enemy soldiers who are coming at you without changing their complexion one by one, even if they are badly injured. It must be only a matter of time before they cross the border."

In that case, Billon predicts that in no time the enemy will push us all the way to Munster.

"Of course, if the First and Second Knights join forces, there are some prospects of winning. It will be difficult. More importantly, the First Knights could move in a direction that eliminates me and you."

"No...... no, maybe so. Me and my brother-in-law are seen as princesses."

"Right. If I were in their shoes, I would let my enemies break through the border, create a state of turmoil in this city and kill me in that mess, and then chase back enemy soldiers. Horlant won't have the will to expand his country if he violates the border."

In Biron's view, Holland's purpose is to experiment with magic implements. If so, Biron said if a certain amount of battle could be seen, he would just retreat.

"I say," I'm not going to tolerate the people being sacrificed. So I'm thinking of a few things, so I'm going to ask Subnak to help me. "

"If that's what I can do. So, what's the plan?

"That's fun since you're ready. Come on, if you're here, I need to talk to my wife, too, and, of course, you're gonna have dinner at my house, right?

It's been a long time since I've seen my sister up there, so hopefully I'll take my time, and Byron smiled soberly.

One, two and three returned another careless reply to Philinion, who finished the meal and officially communicated a circular from the princess.

"Well, if it doesn't have to be subnak to help. Ask around Kym, who's in Focarol for more information. I'm going to Munster."

More than that, he said the battlefield was waiting for him, leaving even his own soldiers to the little secretary of military affairs, and one, two, three, disappeared across the horse to the end of the street.

Of course, Origa went after him as well.

Biron's messenger, who became a charlatan, went to Munster with the remaining one, two, and three of his army.

"I'll put a pair on the escort. Those who just broke the prototype trolley will be removed from the next battle as punishment, so you should follow them."

The threesome, pointed at by Alyssa and told of salaries and punishment, is nagging with his shoulders dropped.

"Oh, thank you. Um, why are they depressed? If you don't have to go to the battlefield, you'll be happy."

"We are the army of one, two, three. I don't want to be left out of the fight."

Apparently Alyssa doesn't quite understand either, but the Expeditionary Force, which can fight with a variety of new tools, was more popular than waiting in the city where routine training continues.

Thus, accompanied by a pair of dark expressions, the next day he arrived safely in the city of Focalol.

"First, I'd like you to meet Kym from the Lordship Hall."

"Okay."

Take Krinola and leave the horse and carriage to walk around the city.

(That's pretty busy...)

The city centre brings together many shops, each of them promoting their products out loud.

There are a wide variety of shops, large and small, and a wide variety of products.

"You're as lively as a king's capital, young lady"

"Yeah, right."

I was more concerned with the smiles of the residents in Filinion than with products and such.

Says a felon in the King's Kill.

Says mass slaughterer.

Says a merciless cold-blooded man.

The residents seem to enjoy their lives so much that they don't look very much like the city ruled by such a man.

The impression that we actually met and talked was also more like an innocent young nobleman than some horrible person.

"Yeah?"

One large building caught my eye.

The sign at the entrance and exit says' Focarol Commercial and Artisan Guild Center '.

Sounds like some kind of public facility, but many merchant-like figures and dwarves come and go, sometimes even young people with luggage.

Speaking of guilds, it was a completely mysterious institution for Philinion, which had only the image of an Adventurer's guild that primarily took on demonic exorcisms.

"What the hell is going on in this city..."

Apparently, there was a lot to ask, and Philinion proceeded to the Lordship Hall, aiming at a person named Kym.