Summoned Slaughterer

After the first regained his sanity with the degree of wear and tear that could be said to be safe, the Holland soldiers continued to stand and escape the influence of magic drugs.

A total of 252. When everyone regained consciousness, the face of the Knights was exhausting.

"In the meantime, we're renting out one inn and keeping it under house arrest with surveillance..."

Sabnak was making a report by visiting Biron's Hall. He's also been running around since his first recovery, so he's totally got a bear in his eye.

"Good day. Well, it's how they treat you, but if you enslave or open up here on your own, you're afraid of him."

"I'm going to report it. I hope it's as peaceful as possible."

"It's okay. Whatever, because they Holland soldiers seem to be a new territorial candidate for Uncle Toono."

Instead of badly imitating it, Byron said he would be generous and send it to his own territory. The smiling gaze looks somewhere far away.

"... Indeed, in Mr. 123's territory, people's lives are enriched, he said. The popularity of the inhabitants and the knights of the fine sword seems to be increasing."

Moreover, by many officials and civilian officials, who were also stable in management, Sabnak explained the contents of the report, which was coming up to the Knights.

"The population will increase again, and there will be more people moving from other territories. whether legal or illegal. As an aristocrat, it's ideal in a way, isn't he?"

"Ideally......?

Billon unwittingly blew out to Sabnak, who makes a face that he doesn't understand.

"Haha! I don't want to kill people around like him, either. Tell them I envy being able to indulge in whatever I want while enriching the people and moisturizing their finances."

Even though every nobleman desperately manages his territory in an effort to increase his share or manage his painful finances, Biron pointed out that one, two, three, throws most of his practice round his men to run a territory that is more attractive to the people than anyone else, and that he can run it in black.

"I see..."

If you don't even see the eccentricity of the person, you may be a good lord.

"Well, maybe he's a good lord, but he's not a good nobleman."

"Why is that?

"If you're a good nobleman, you don't imitate your country in crisis first, and you don't kill your own royalty."

To Billon, who shook his head with a bitter laugh, Sabnak realized that he was quite poisoned by one, two, three.

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Holland Royal Castle, Sprungel, the king, does not even try to hide the expression of anger while keeping his old and lean body open to the throne.

"Let me listen to you for once..."

Before the throne, it is Verdre, the king's grandson, who kneels.

Its face was full of bitterness, and it was so rough that it seemed very royal to devour its teeth.

"… No two operatives returned to the Orson Grande, and 500 soldiers adjusted for the magic drug Erlik were killed in action or imprisoned by the enemy…"

So far, the story was something the king had already heard.

"So what caused the failure..."

Questions spun with a squeaky voice exert maximum pressure on Verdre.

"It's..."

Swallow the twat and continue the words.

"It went well until we overwhelmed the Second Knights with force and used the divers from Vichy to make the First Knights puppets by magic implements. We have proceeded to the enemy territory and have reached the city of Munster, where agents have been defeated and soldiers have been deactivated…"

"Who knocked you down?

"... is an emerging nobleman of the Orthon Grande, called Toono"

To a name squeezed out with a fine voice, the king took a deep sigh.

"Isn't that the nobleman you were talking about with Vichy? Didn't you tell me the man was at war with Vichy?

To the king's question, Verdre cannot return the answer. There's a whirlpool of hatred for a nobleman named Toono that I've never even seen in my head.

"In short, you missed the time... At that time, Orson Grande said he would never invade here to avoid Operation Two Fronts with Vichy... apparently, Vichy has already defeated, so I don't know what this prediction will do either. From what I hear, a man named Toono is called the Knight of the Fine Sword, and there is nothing lined up in martial arts..."

"No way! According to the information, a man named Toono is coming to Munster in small numbers, and we also have information that the First and Second Knights have been devastated together! The possibility of a reverse invasion..."

The king shows his sinister face again to Verdre, who unexpectedly rises and argues.

"Would it have been done for the good of that small reinforcement?

"Ugh... but even when it comes to soldiers, those who gather them from the people, where they dispose of them, have a great influence..."

"If the people sprang up infinitely, exchangers in every country will struggle. If the people are reduced, the workforce and tax revenues will be reduced. I don't know. It's not you..."

Verdre whispers in the words of the king.

"The talk of ceding the throne is postponed indefinitely. It would be premature now. Now, get ready for defense."

He tells me to back off, and Verdre leaves silently between glances.

"This will study some. That everything doesn't work the way I want it to."

The king's solitary voice echoed during the quiet glance, but neither the samurai nor the clerk uttered a word.

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"Then raise your hand if you're familiar with Holland's magic equipment or anything in this"

The former Horrant soldiers, gathered in the square, were bewildered by the young man who went up to the altar in a hurry and asked questions without a foreshadow, as he could not even enter the Inn's dining room.

"Who are you? Explain why we're here!

"Ah well. I'll let someone explain to you later why you guys are here because it's a hassle. I say one, two, three. For once, the Earl of Orson Grande. And if you say anything extra now, I'll kill you."

Soldiers who can't keep their heads on the fact that they were warned to kill, but for some reason everyone believed that one, two, three eyes were serious.

Sabnak, aligned with one, two, three, up on the stage, smiles to do something about the slaughtered air.

"You know, with this suggestion, I was able to save you from the effects of magic drugs. Holland seems to be using his soldiers as puppets with magic drugs, and as a result of the battle, he was able to protect his survival, so he managed to rescue them in the way that Mr. 123 devised."

To Sabnak's explanation, the soldiers are looking at each other.

It's hard to believe, but a lot of people think it's a good reason to explain the status quo.

Incidentally, the description of Subnak also contains many parts that have been forced from one, two, three to some extent.

"That's why just answer the question. Raise your hands if you know anything about Holland's magic equipment or magic meds."

I see a potpout and a few hands, all of whom are told to enter the canteen of the inn.

"Talk to him for the rest."

One, two, and three went quickly to the canteen of the inn when they were ready, and before the soldiers that were left behind, a woman of the year, who could now be called a girl, went up to the stage.

"I'm Oliga, the squire of one, two, three. May the Lord and I rejoice in your recovery."

A polite greeting, but many beheaded wondering whether the Lord was pleased with it.

"You all have three options. One is to be free and go where. One is to start a new life in the territory of one, two, three. One is to go back to Holland."

Oliga smiles gently as she finds her fearful raised hand.

"Can I ask you something?

"Um... I think we're dealing with enemy soldiers, are you sure you want to open up or just go back to your country?

"Of course it is. But......"

Kohon, and cough, then Origa says.

"We naturally don't guarantee anything about life after that even if we open it up. We don't have your hands on what you were wearing, but we won't give you any payment or anything. And if you choose to return to Holland…"

The expression fell out of her pretty face, which was a smile.

"Hih..."

Someone raised a frightened voice.

"It will be our enemy, so I can't guarantee how many days we will survive crossing the border. By the hands of one, two, three, Holland will be gone in a few days, and in doing so we will basically kill all those who interrupt. Perhaps when you are returned, you will be drugged again and returned to the battlefield as soldiers, so you will soon be dead."

Be prepared to do so, if you want to return home, Oliga says.

Everyone takes a breath and the subnak they were hearing next door is also solidifying.

"So what will be the treatment in your territory, one, two, three... After all, are you going to be enslaved?

Oliga smiled at the young soldier who managed to put out the question as he was about to forget to wear it. Had it not been for the force earlier, it might have looked very attractive.

"That's not true. Register as a proper resident and show us where you want to go as best as possible. You may use official accommodation for a while, and we will hire you as an official or soldier if you wish."

I began to bother with this statement at once.

Too well treated, I thought it was a trap.

But there's no other option.

(Well, you will)

Subnak was also looking at them with sympathy, but apparently most of them were forcibly conscripted, with no family or at the same time even if they were there.

Since it was almost a soldier's operation close to human experimentation, Sabnak thought that he had deliberately chosen someone in that “hard to complain about” position.

In the end, everyone was to head to Focarol, and after staying in Munster for a while, they were supposed to have the help of letting Focarol territorial forces accompany them on their return.

"What happens if Focalol's lead soldiers don't return from the Holland"

Those who asked the question were stared at by Origa with so much pressure that their bodies were stiff that they were asked about how they boasted of the excellence and invincible strength of one, two or three woven into preaching for about three hours, and were feathers subject to mind control in another way.

From then on, all the ex-Horant soldiers became obedient to Origa.

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"... ok. You can join the others now. Ask someone for an explanation in the future."

When Origa's public sermon was taking place in the square, one, two, three had finished listening in the dining room to explanations from the Horrant soldiers about the magic equipment.

In Adramelk, the capital of Holland, magic research related facilities are concentrated around the castle, and brilliant wizards are gathered. They are engaged in military affairs and research, and all their achievements appear to be in a structure that can be gathered to the royal castle.

All the goods to be commercialized go out into the world in a way that technology is given to the merchants of Holland and some of Vichy, so the royal castle is always in the shape of maintaining the primacy of magic technology.

"I mean, you just have to ignore the rest and head to the king's capital."

You don't have to bother, one, two, three laughs.

"It may be troublesome to have a bunch of magical soldiers, but we'll figure it out. Then we will destroy the king and lose him as a nation. I'd also like to see if I can be a hero in the event of a collapse of central government."

Vichy was not as confused as she thought, and one blurred in dissatisfaction, one, two, three asked the innkeeper to eat.

This is not an inn where one, two, three are staying, but middle-aged female employees also quickly prepare for one, two, and three requests because they were included by the Third Knights to say who they were and what treatment was needed.

The first stewed dish like potov with gobbled root vegetables served seems to be a specialty of the city.

"Hmm, it tastes a little thin, but the vegetables taste thick"

Seeing him flaunt his vegetables with a smile and satisfaction, the employee was puzzled that this didn't look like such a scary person.

I don't get the impression with the bloody mess of the earlier story that was told in the hearsay.

"Were you here?"

I searched, and it was the knights belonging to the Second Knights who ran to one, two, three. A man who spoke to one, two, three when the Holland soldiers stopped in a group, and is now helping the Third Knights. His name was Vayer.

"Oh, it's you"

"The Count's army has arrived. It's just that... I'm naming the Secretary of State..."

Apparently, Alyssa is too young to trust me.

"That's it, I'm working out with my guidance, so it's strong there. Well, it doesn't look like it."

"So..."

"Oh, I do entrust the leadership to Alyssa. Well, the soldiers will show us where to rest, and Alyssa will show us here."

Copy that, sir.

The question cleared Vayer replied refreshingly.

"I'm sorry you didn't work for me."

"Don't worry about it. Thanks to you, my neck is connected. I will repay you with all my might."

Vayer leaves to call Alyssa.

One, two, three ordered extra simmering for Alyssa, and asked for extra other dishes for himself.

"Well, you're finally going to be ready"

One, two, three feelings were exalted for the invasion of the Holland country.