Summoned Slaughterer

The news that one, two, and three had broken into Holland was brought to Verdre, not to the king, because Yug was working in the castle to be so. But Verdre doesn't know about it.

"You think you got into the country?

"Apparently, our national border guard has been destroyed."

Yug sighed when he heard the report with Verdre.

"But if it's as small as 10, it'll be easy to crush it before you reach Wang Du."

To such Verdre's words, a soldier who comes to report makes a terrible statement.

"That… has already broken through two cities, and in a few days it will be seen as reaching the king's capital…"

Verdre, who stood up in the meantime, slammed the pottery cup he had in his hand on the floor.

"Why don't you say that first!

The soldier, who has completely atrophied, is trembling on his knees.

"Please calm down, Master Verdre. … This could be a good opportunity"

"What does that mean?"

Youg, who lowered the soldier, lurked his voice unheard by the others.

"This is the kind of muscle you draw."

The measure gently delivered to Verdre's ear was a muscle path to a glorious and honorable crown, preferable to him.

Verdre laughed at it, but I doubted it.

"But there are Kingsguard soldiers on guard around the king. I'm not a borrowing soldier. Isn't there a pawn to go ahead with that first?"

"Just kidding. Build the strongest private soldiers (...) Wouldn't you like to come"

"... do you use that one"

"It's just a good opportunity. Let us show the people the power that a new king possesses."

Verdre patrolled.

As Yug calls it, Verdre's private soldiers are experimental subjects named after soldiers, but although they are in a state that can be controlled, the appearance of repeated experiments such as transplantation and dosing is to the extent that they “manage to keep people in their shape", which is not very much the appearance of being arranged in public.

"Don't worry. Limit the battle to the inner castle alone and keep it neatly wrapped in full body armor when lining up in front of the people."

"Hmmm......"

"I'll take care of the arrangements, including around there"

To Yug, who bowed his head gracefully, Verdre thought for a while, but no other good measure came to mind.

"Come on, I'll adopt Eug's proposal"

"I'll take care of it"

Youg, with his face up, pulled up his moustache and laughed.

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Between the sights lies the silence.

In front of the princess who stands beside the throne, the third knight captain, Rotomago, and the prime minister, Adore, kneel, and on both sides of the room, the knights of the guard line up with the Zlari. They are uniformly the face of sinking pain, but only the princess clouds her expression, not in mourning for the prince, but in consideration of the princess's state of mind, which has come to know this fact.

Those who mourn the death of a purely prince are none other than Imeraria on this occasion.

"... my brother, was he still killed by one, two, three..."

"No… a man named Origa, a servant of Uncle Toono, has been reported to have slaughtered the prince"

It was Rotomago who denied Imeraria's suspicions.

Having received the report late, he forced the report to the princess, ignoring the cessation of the dollar. Adore had no choice but to attend and follow up with Imeralia.

"Mr. Oliga..."

Imeralia remembered the face of an eyed woman of the same age but with a strong will on her adorable face, who had never spoken much but always had the impression of being on the side of one, two or three.

To the words of Rotomago, who reported on the situation at that time, Imeraria continued to stand desperately stretching her legs as she was about to lose her strength.

What was it that my brother did? I wondered if they danced around and headed to the battlefield on the lookout amusement mountain, and I didn't know they were still on the front, letting their children tear women apart and play with them.

Imeraria couldn't really feel like resenting Origa.

The more I asked about the situation, because my brother didn't sound like he had a king's vessel, and I just thought he deserved it.

But that the royal family has become alone. It gets darker in front of me when I was trying to protect him, but I lost my brother lightly.

Only a sense of responsibility as royalty makes Imeralia stand hard.

"... has anyone else seen the scene?

"Ha. Other than the knights who reported to me, there are those of the Second Knights who returned today"

Rotomago, with the permission of Imeraria, placed the knight who had kept him waiting in the midst of a glimpse.

It was Vayer who slowly extended his spine and came in with his helmet aside.

I stopped slightly behind Rotomago and Adore, kneeling without sound and drooling my head.

"Allow me to be direct. Tell me everything you've seen here."

"Ha!"

Allowed to stand up to be heard well by all, Vayer explained in detail the situation in which the Second and First Knights, as well as one, two, three and Biron, were in and what happened as a result, taking care not to look at the princess.

Everyone in the room listened to the report without making a single voice.

While the relentless princely annihilation of one, two or three, there is also no word for the reinforcement of the soldiers of the human experimental masturbation that Vichy was conducting.

In addition, with the ex-Horant soldiers rescued, some of Focarol's territorial forces are on their way back and are now taking a temporary break from renting a Kingsville barracks, Vayer reported.

"So, what happened to Lady One, Two, Three and the Focarol Army?"

"Uncle Toono and some soldiers broke into Horlant territory ahead of us, completely destroying enemy border guards and heading to the enemy king's capital. The main unit has been chasing Uncle Toono for half a day."

To Vayer's words, Imeralia held her head.

"He said he hasn't even had peace talks with Vichy yet... Though it must be useless to stop it."

Nevertheless, and Imeraria saw Vayer standing in front of her.

"You are a knight belonging to the Second Knight. I thought you were in a position to support my brother, but why go to the Third Knight Captain's Rotomago?

"Ha. I am one knight. I myself would like to distance myself from factions, political dealings, etc., as it only follows the captain's policy. But this lapse resulted in only a few survivors for the Second Knights. We didn't have a base here, so we asked him to talk to the Third Knight Captain about how to wield himself."

Having grasped the details there, Rotomago apparently accepted to keep the Second Knight and ordered him to report to Imeralia.

"I see...... I get it. At the moment, the First and Second Knights will be dissolved, making the Third Knights the only Knights of the Orthon Grande. The captain will continue to report to Rotomago."

Good, to Imeraria, who asked, Rotomago opened his mouth.

"In awe... I don't think it's excessive for me to integrate the Knights, but I have no objection to let you be captain of the integrated Knights."

But Rotomago looked up.

"It is not preferable for the central forces in the country to concentrate on those other than the Imeralia. Only the Kingsguard will be a different organization from the Knights, and I would be foolish to assume the form that only Imeralia has command."

The Prime Minister also expressed his endorsement of the Rotomago recommendations.

The knights around them looked at each other, though if they had kept their mouths shut, they would have attained the highest rank in the military in the country.

"Okay. Rate lots of good sense and judgment of the rottomago. So, for the new Kingsguard Knights...... does anyone want to recommend it?

"Ha. I'm young, but as a knight with realistic judgment, I deduce Subnak. And as his assistant, I need the vice captain to be here, Vayer."

To the words of Rotomago, Vayer, who was kneeling again, raised his face unexpectedly. The story of the election was the first.

"Let's hear why"

"Sabnak has an acquaintance with Uncle Toono and is influenced by his uncle in a good way. You will be able to be flexible about everything. There is also organizational management capability to the extent that the uncle also asks for help in managing the territory. Experience is scarce, but there won't be any problems first"

That's it, then Rotomago looks out for Vayer.

"This Vayer also survived the Knights in a situation of devastation but successfully put the soldiers together. I've been in action, and the driving seems to work. It also seems to have the ability to just maintain a relationship with Uncle Toono. I was wondering if it would be a spare talent to let go on account of the squad I belonged to. Besides, he brought me a proposal to strengthen the soldiers of this country through new discoveries."

"Suggestion, is it"

Rotomago was heartily relieved that Imeraria was interested.

The front with the countries around us is likely to be expanding from now on. I need you to be sensitive to the defense proposal.

"Yes, this is the training of the Focarol soldiers that was being conducted by Uncle Toono's guidance…"

The proposal from Rotomago and Vayer and the new Knights of Kingsguard were approved immediately.

Until Sabnak returns from Munster, Vayer will represent the Kingsguard.

Vayer, who was even prepared for removal from the Knights, was nervous about his sudden placement in a key position, but Sabnak, who was suddenly appointed captain of the Kingsguard with a single letter from the messenger, was more confused than that and raised a cry without voice after reading the writing he had been given through Biron. He even suspected it was some malicious prank and said he hadn't come out of his room for a while.

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"Oh, Wizard Discovery"

One, two, three, who was eagerly going down the streets of Holland, laughs damned when he finds a few people in robes in a group approaching from in front of him.

The group consists of about 30 troops, including soldiers with swords, and about 5 wizards and dressers. It is solidified in the middle of an appropriate formation.

A soldier in battle told him to stop looking defenseless approaching there.

But ignore one, two, three.

Oliga and the others are alert for ambushes and the like around them as they wait in the rear a little further away. This is also due to the guidance of one, two, three.

"You're a wizard, aren't you? I'd like to ask you a few questions about Wang Du's facility."

Suddenly the wizards turned a grumpy face to the man who came before them.

"You! We are the Secret Service under the direct command of Master Yug!

The ignored soldier pressed, as he threatened one, two, and three.

"Shut up."

On the face of the soldier in front of him, one, two, three left hands are struck with a piss.

It wasn't visible to anyone around, but it was a frivolous attack with a firm index finger in sight.

"Ghigi......"

One, two, three turned to the wizards, holding their faces to sudden pain and letting go of the scowling soldiers.

"Is there an institution near the castle that researches and stores magic fixtures? Tell me where it is."

"Hey, who are you..."

The wizard, who faced the actions of one, two, and three, where tyranny was also a good place, was painfully able to put that into words.

"Oh, you haven't introduced yourself yet."

Bad bad, one, two, three laughed.

"Count of Orson Grande, one, two, three."

So, where is it?

and repeated the question, one, two, three, whereas the Horrant soldiers took a zazzling distance.

To the soldiers who hurriedly took out their weapons, one, two, three bent their mouths and leaked their dissatisfaction.

"What the hell. I spoke peacefully, and this treatment..."

Look, the wizards are also holding daggers and starting to chant something.

The soldier, who was suppressing his face, also stood up, turning his left eye bright red and pulling out his sword with an angry look.

One, two, three, glimpsed and confirmed the surrounding situation, suddenly took a big step forward.

"What?"

He blew the belly of one wizard with a forward kick, leaving only one of them out of the group.

The wizard, who bounced about twice, is falling as-is.

"You can leave him alone."

Saying, one, two, three took the three-knuckle stick out of storage.

Okay, let's do it.

"Hey, I can do it!

Fire and wind magic flew from the wizards where they gently shaken their bodies and avoided the first man approaching.

There seems to be some intermediate collaboration, and the soldiers with swords are well out of the ray.

"Ho ho"

One, two, three switched positions as he grabbed his neck as the man who was about to be slashed tried to get a distance.

"Ugh!

The man, injured by the blade of the wind and left on fire, had been rolling for a while, but soon stopped moving.

"Damn."

Soldiers attacking one another, one by one, one, two, three, who face the stench of protein burning.

One, two, three had spotted a certain flaw, although it went to Nakado to attack while replacing the avant-garde.

Approaching to reach the one who tries to back off and kill him with his throat at the tip of the stick.

The soldiers were confused in an instant when the momentum as it stood broke into the line.

"Looks like you practiced your immobility against them. Creatures and puppets are different."

Switching queues with a certain feeling and sagging the fatigue of the opponent may be effective if the opponent has group fights or escorts, but not if the opponent is small and moves around.

In a group that was completely in line and in a dough state that could not be waved to wave the sword, one, two, three, at some point he served a three-knuckle stick in the way and held the dimension in his right hand.

"You're too close to a long sword."

He pounds one dimension after the other on his temples, brain, and eyeballs.

mass produced corpses and seriously wounded.

"Sometimes I'd love to have these turmoil wars"

Treat the dimension, hold the knife backwards that was made in this world but did not use, laughing languidly.

He strokes and cuts his carotid artery, punctuating his bloodshot and sticking it out to another opponent.

Further grab the next enemy's neck with your left hand and slide the blade to the area without armor under your armpit as you draw.

One, two, three don't miss a few enemies trying to seclude themselves from the bloody streets.

One of the leavers tried to recover a rolling wizard, and a rubble of iron (crushed) engulfed his neck muscle.

"I need help with that one. Don't take it."

By the time one, two, three said so, more than half of the Horlant soldiers had already fallen.

The other Horrant soldiers also noticed that there were those trying to escape there, and all left one, two, three in the scatter without knowing the situation.

"Shit..."

One of the leavers pounds his tongue.

"You guys weren't willing to fight from the start. It was like knowing my face."

One, two, three pointers, groan.

"Drawing stars. Looks like I'm gonna need to talk to you guys for a second."

Turn the knife around and hand it in order, sticking out the cutting tip with a half-body structure. On the left hand side, there is still rubble, squirming at his fingertips.

"Come on, let's see if we can get away with this. Want to see if you can win?

I won't allow any other choice, one, two, three rocked the knife.