Summoned Slaughterer

What Filinion saw at the Lords' Palace in Focarol was the appearance of a young and old man desperately clinging to his desk and studying.

A large number of chairs and desks are carried into the halls for parties, especially in the main hall. So the city delegates and civilian candidates who transferred from Vichy to Orson Grande, and even the officials who planned to hire them as Toono territory, who recruited them again, struggled diligently to understand the contents of the text they were given, sometimes raising their hands and asking the officials in charge.

"Wow..."

Civilians working for the Knights and the Royal Castle were only uncomfortable with filinions seeing these sights for the first time, as they were all about referrals and marginal recruitment, not exams, etc.

Next to it, Brokla is escorted as a civilian to the guide. Because Kym was too busy to let go, she acted as a caretaker.

"When we were first purchased by Dear One Twenty-Three, we were asked to study what we were told to study and our operating policies in our territory. We will hire you regardless of your status or origin, so if you can show in the recruitment exam that you understand what you have studied here, you will pass."

"It doesn't matter who you are, that means..."

"Yeah, even from orphans and slums, I teach people who want to, from letters, so if they can show their abilities there, they'll hire them. If you are not confident in learning, you also have the means to join the army. First of all, we are slaves at the head of the civil service, right?

Brokla narrows her eyes and laughs.

"Speaking of which..."

Philinion knew that they had been made to study at the Royal Castle, and he also grasped that they were slaves of one, two, three. But to see the city's situation and finances, I appreciate how much better it is than a civilian from another realm of nobility.

"We understand that our task is to operate our territory efficiently and to create an environment in which our lords can remain free. I'd like you to understand that for Philinion."

"Yes, I know a little about Count Toono, too."

"That was good. Okay, come here."

"What?"

At the corner of the study opening, Brokla invites Filinion to a place where only a little more splendid desks have been provided.

"Now remember the contents of this document first. This is a summary of the Territory's basic management policies and tax systems, as well as a revenue and expenditure report to date."

"What?"

"Please feel free to use this parchment. If it's not enough, you can take it from what's piled up over there. You can also refill the ink there. Please keep writing and remembering, as it is the one, two, three policy to remember if you write."

"What?"

Brokla smiles gently at Philinion, who sits between saying goodbye and doesn't know what to say to the paperwork that keeps piling up in front of him.

"Good luck because Dear One, Two, Three has instructed you to return if you cannot do so to the extent of another civilian. Speak up when you are abandoned on the way, as someone will be taking turns at the venue."

Leaving a grumpy filinion, Brokla said she was going to another job and just left.

"... Krinola"

"Yes, ma'am"

Krinola seemed to be the same person who was unable to go about the situation, and she looked hazy with a voice.

"Have some tea."

"Okay. I'll get you some hot water, so..."

"We'll have to do it. It's a good laugh to be back here."

Krinola bowed her head to the filinion as she prepared and headed to the paperwork.

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Second Knight Captain Stifels remained on the solo military floor to sort out the status quo.

After the earlier intrusion of First Knight Captain Rivezar, the military council was temporarily suspended, and the status quo became unmistakable of watching and responding to Holland's movements.

"But if the Horrant doesn't move like this..."

Apparently, according to information brought to us by the First Knights, the war on the Vichy side will be almost silenced and, thanks to the activity of one, two or three and the help of the Third Knights, a rather favourable end to the war agreement will be reached in the form of the prevailing Orthon Grande.

In that case, Holland, who is fighting in the name of cooperating with Vichy, will have to raise his army, as well as, naturally, the Second Knight.

As a result, without any effect.

"As it is, only that man and princess will take the form of results. It will be difficult for a prince to muster his support, etc. It's no surprise that the nobles and opportunists have already begun to change their saddles to princesses..."

At any rate, I want to take it to a situation where "Vichy side is active one, two, three” and “Holland side is active of the Second Knight." But if you're guzzled, Horrant will retreat, or one, two, three will come here.

"Everyone and he just get in the way."

Stirring alcohol in stupidity.

When the alcohol went through my throat, it flashed.

"Well... nothing needs all the Second Knights to wear off. Besides, when it comes to achievements, recapture is much more appreciated than defense..."

If this were a calm psychological state, other measures might have been devised. If it was a consultation with someone else, thought might have gone to a more moderate aspect.

But the stranded psyche steered in the extreme direction.

"Somebody! Get the deputy captain!

In Stifels' head there was a figure of himself to be thanked by the people and a figure of Count Billon exposing the corpse.

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"Hey, I'm the Viscount Chamos..."

"Shut up."

One, two, three waved and blocked the dialogue of the young aristocrats in armor raising their names.

"Ugh, shut up!?

"Make sure you get in the way or you need help."

Now one, two, three are putting the army ahead of them. Only Origa is following me, and I'm ordering Alyssa to throw the command round and come after me later.

Because if we don't get to the Holland border soon, the war will be over.

One, two, three in a hurry do not even try to hide their frustration from a man who was waiting with about 30 soldiers on the street.

"Wow, I am one who is on edge with the Second Knight Captain. The Holland side is the stage for the Second Knights! Though a princess's favorite, it does not shallow and flaunt even the handle of others. Looks like just the two of us are on our way. I know you're not going to push it through with force... but hey, hey...!

One, two, and three, averse to the long mouth, shall run the horse and force the Viscount of Chamos to flesh.

Two soldiers of the escort, who were on both sides of the Viscount, rush to block the path, but were killed once and for all with a single machete by a knife that one, two, three, had pulled out.

"Hih, hih, why..."

Staring at the frightened Viscount in tears, one, two, three, abandoned him cold.

'Cause I'm in the way.'

"Bye!

The sword swung down faster than I finished, slashing the face of Viscount Chamos diagonally. The corpse, which fell from the horse spilling blood and flesh, bends both arms in ridiculous directions and does not even move with the pickle.

"Hey, what..."

"Around!"

An even more vicious blade of wind strikes the soldiers stunned by the one, two, and three that killed the Viscount for nothing.

Two or three more fall cut by the wind ahead of Origa pointing her right arm.

"Run if you want to survive. Run and run. If I catch up to you, you'll die. Wouldn't that be easy?

Sora start, one, two, three say, the soldiers threw down their weapons and fled.

"Oliga, let's hurry."

"Yes, I understand"

One, two, three go for the battlefield, slaughtering several people who were fleeing along the streets from horseback.

If you don't hurry, you'll lose my share!

In a way, one, two, three were also in a hurry.

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"This way."

Beilevra, who secretly left the village and brought Rivezar by the border, gave him a place with a cut cliff.

"Isn't there simply a cliff? Here..."

"Well, look at that."

As Bailevra whistled briefly, part of the cliff moved and one wizard emerged from inside. The dark blue robe looks good quality and I don't see a hidden face in the hood.

"If you think of someone, Bailevra..."

Rivezal is unexpectedly relieved that the wizard's voice is unexpectedly young. Probably not so high up.

"Hey, as reported earlier, Vichy is no longer likely to win, so it depends on getting out..."

Pepper and head bowing Bailevra.

"So, the man..."

"This is the First Knight Captain, Mr. Rivezar."

"Are you from Holland? We need to talk about magic equipment...... Ugh?!

Rivezar pushed Bailevra forward and spoke to the wizard, but the words did not last until the end.

The magic apparatus held in Bailevra's hand pruned his consciousness.

"Bailevra, why didn't you pass out from the start"

"Give me a break. Holding an armored adult. How very much so far. Besides, if I had this guy in the village, I would definitely grab him."

Bailevra, who tied up Rivezal's arm with a bitter laugh, looked around.

"By the way, what happened to the others?

"They're all out in separate cases now. More than that, I'm going to get you into Holland, and I'm going to have you follow the next directive."

The order the wizard threw at him says a plan to attack Munster using a rivezal he puppeted with magic equipment.

"Of course, if you pick it up, I'll do my best to Holland."

"... okay. Until you cut it off if you betray me. More than that, I want to finish installing the magic fixture before this guy wakes up. Remove your armor."

"Heh."

The wizard took the magic equipment out of his nostalgia as he rolled the stunned libezal on his back and watched Bailevra take off his armor handily.

That looked a lot like the magic equipment that the runaways that one, two, three, killed were wearing.

"Is that the example improvement…"

"Oh, if I put this on, my flesh will be strengthened and I will be a doll that loses people's emotions. The shortcomings of the rampage were also overcome. Apply blood to the magic prop first, and you will hear what the owner of that blood has to say."

"That's amazing"

"Apply your blood, too. Only me and you two can use this guy."

Receiving a knife and a demon prop, Bailevra was puzzled.

"Do you mind?

"You and this guy go back to Munster and carry out the operation. I'm a watchman."

"Okay."

In the end, Rivezal never woke up until he could put on his magic fixture.

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"Spread the letter in your name, now"

"What are you saying when you come out of nowhere"

On the way to Munster, a stop at the Royal Castle, one, two, three, did not hesitate to visit the Immelalia office.

And when I entered the room, it was an order from the first word.

"Four times so far from Focarol, he was raided by the nobles of the princes and the soldiers of that realm. And all the weak ones."

"To that extent, it won't be a major obstacle for Dear One, Two, Three,"

"It's troublesome because there's only a few of them right out there. Killing doesn't make me feel any better."

"Normally it would be. So, what kind of writing do you want me to make?"

In the utterly sympathetic words of one, two, three, Imeraria gave up and proceeded with the topic.

"Spread the word when your crown is set and the Holland side calms down for a crowning ceremony. Make a large number of papers for the nobles and tell them to come to the castle and show their sincerity."

"Why are you in such a hurry? And if we do that, won't there be more people out of the way?

"Put in the signatures of the aristocrats already on you. You can also use my name. Write it down that if you don't agree, you'll confiscate the territory. If you still rebel, it's easier to crush it knowing who it is. And you can keep your brother out of the scene because he's sick."

"... ok. So if she understands and leaves, her life..."

Imeralia turns her soggy eyes to one, two, three, who tries to say whatever she wants and leave.

"Hope your brother isn't that stupid"

A samurai who brought tea comes in, misplaced with the one, two, three that left.

"Sorry, I couldn't get my tea in time"

She told the bowing samurai that she wanted her share alone, and when she returned she wanted to ask for something, Imeralia smiled tiredly.

"I will write to you now. Ask someone of the knights to carry it, can you call it in?"

"Yes, sir."

Imeralia thinks of doing her best to write a letter to her brother. He was also educated as a royalty, so believe me, there's no way he can understand his position at all.