Summoned Slaughterer

When Imeraria finished reading the delivered report, she lowered her back to the chair powerless.

"Yes, Master Imeraria?!

I gently raised my hand and controlled the samurai rushing over, who had refrained on the side.

"It's okay. I'm just a little tired."

Smiling weakly, he ordered the Chancellor to be called and reread the report again.

"I can't believe we have a treaty in the country and noble territory...... This is like keeping our country at bay. I suppose they are supposed to be punishable..."

If you try it on the general public, you will defeat your enemies, make magic equipment cheaper and distribute more. It's likely they won't understand what they shouldn't, Imeralia stepped on.

A report would have been made to the Chancellor as well. Faster than expected, the office door was knocked.

"Come in."

"By order, we are hereby served."

"I know you're asking, but it's about Holland"

Prime Minister Adore, who was allowed to remain standing with the permission of Imeraria, said the report has reached me as well.

Imeraria snorts.

"I also thought we should punish Uncle Toono, but realistically it won't be possible. Even if you try to force it, to Orson Grande vs. Focarol...... no, there will actually be few aristocrats going to Dear One, Two, Three. The old Vichy territory is all built into the focals."

"I agree with you, Imeralia."

"So it's good to be static," he said?

"I thought this might be a good opportunity."

A good opportunity? When Imeraria asked, Adore put in a resounding no.

"It's a corner, so we celebrate the battle of Uncle Toono and at the same time carry out the reign ceremony of Master Imeralia. In a situation where Uncle Toono is nearby, the opponent's nobles can help."

Imeraria, who at first tried to accept this proposal as a good idea, but often realised, given the character of one, two or three, that there was something to be afraid of.

"Isn't this going to be the” use ”that you hate the most?

"You'll need a prior explanation and understanding. If you have something for Uncle Toono to be happy with, it's better."

Imeralia lurked her eyebrows in an addle that answered with her chest stretched.

"What the hell are you thinking? I don't want to lose someone in shallow hands anymore..."

"Rest assured. I would be foolish to discuss this with Uncle Toono as a legitimate request. In short, it's unpleasant to be used in a place you don't know, and you just have to make a request in good faith from the front."

Just as we have to ask for guidance from the National Army soldiers, Adol said.

"I see it's a horrible opponent when you think about it with the intention of hostility, but if it's someone you ask for, some of you can rely on any more"

In response to Adore's words, Imeraria closed her eyes and thought.

"... ok. I will adopt the Prime Minister's proposal. However, I will speak directly to you regarding your request to Lady 123. Tell the Knights to call upon you once you enter the King's capital."

"Yes, sir."

The deep-headed Adore was moisturizing his eyes.

"And I sincerely congratulate you on your succession to the throne of Imeraria"

Imeralia also notices her voice trembling and smiles.

"You worried about something. Please, continue to support me."

"Ha!

For a while, Adore couldn't raise his face.

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One, two, three, who quickly cleaned up Allecore in Holland, had already returned to the border between Holland and Orson Grande, driving the horse he had given way from Sprungel.

Return to Focarol and tell the army to return with a proper sightseeing experience.

Initially I was casually running through the streets, but as I approached Orson Grande, the number of people traveling down the streets grew and I had no choice but to become the wings running by the unpaved streets.

"What happened?

The flow of people going down the street, most of them aiming on the Orthon Grande side, just like one, two, three, can see many using luggage and carriages and travelling in the family outing. I see a merchant in a carriage loaded with some kind of merchandise.

"Look, the streets are crowded for a long time, but what happened?

I spoke to a merchant in a carriage through the vicinity just because of the close sight.

"Oh, I heard a lot of stories about some tough fights at the castle in Holland and a lot of soldiers died. If you ask me, they say that Orson Grande has a rich territory for everyone, so you're all going there."

The merchant, who spoke, said he arrived when people were moving a lot and was selling food and daily necessities to the people on the roads.

"I am moving within Holland to sell goods, so just the right opportunity came," he said.

The closer we get to the border, the more densely populated we get, so I guess business is going well. He answered me with a hock-face.

"Right. Thanks."

Throw one gold coin at the merchant, and one, two, three went further.

There is a traffic jam on the street for another two hours or so, and there is no way to get to the border.

Carriages and luggage run the risk of being unable to proceed outside the pavement, so they all seem to be waiting to proceed with the face that they have no choice.

"Oh, what's this?

Only slightly, but the smell of blood drifted from the front.

Unexpectedly, the mouth angle of one, two, three rises.

Adjust the position of the knife on your hips as you rush outside the street.

Not so much, I could see the cause of the traffic.

"Line up! In order!

A man equipped with a general soldier from Holland is speaking up.

They line up a few others, asking each and every one if it's an interrogation or an examination.

One soldier stood even before one, two, three, approached him as he was on horseback.

"You're dressed strangely. Tell me why you're going through here."

"I ask before that, when I passed through here the other day, there wasn't like you guys, but what the hell are you doing?

"Shit."

Tongue-in-cheek, the soldier pulled out his sword.

Some people blurt and distance themselves from the ordinary people around them.

"Answer the question without sticking around!

Ignoring the shouting soldiers, one, two, three, who were watching the exchange of the leading group, found there receiving money from the people.

"Toll......"

"That's right! If you're going through here, pay a piece of silver!

To the words of a soldier who no longer tried to cover them up, one, two, three, pointed to a woman with one child.

"Hey, you. Let me ask you something."

"Ha, ha."

"Is it also a system of imposing charity on stupid soldiers in this country?

"What? Um, the..."

Looking alternately at the soldier, one, two, three, the woman wonders what to say. Soldiers are scared, but they're also scared of one, two, three eyes.

"You are! You're making fun of me!

The soldier's movements stopped perfectly when he stepped out of his left foot furiously and shook up his sword.

A knife pulled backwards with his left hand is piercing the soldier's left eye.

"Did I tell you? silly soldier, and"

Listen carefully to people, and say, fly out the eyeballs you pulled out with a blood wave.

As the desperate soldier fell, a scream arose from all around him.

"Shut up!"

When one, two, three, drank, the people who tried to escape also stopped on their feet.

There, the other soldiers rushed over. Everyone wears the same leather armor they've seen, which shows that they're all Holland soldiers.

One of us advanced and saw the fallen soldier.

"... what the hell is this all about?

"I pulled out my sword and slashed him, so I killed him."

The knife is still pulled out and raised to his right hand.

"I ask you again, what are you doing? From what I've seen, it seems like you have a choice between taking the money and pushing it back."

"It is forbidden to travel unsolicited without the permission of kings and lords! Only what you pay for with your permission can get through!

The soldier, with his chest stretched to intimidate and looking at one, two, three on the horse, lays his hands on a subtle hipster sword.

"Permission not to..."

One, two, three looked around at the anxiously watching folk.

"Doesn't anyone seem to be filing those papers? In short, we're talking about whether or not to give him the bottom of his sleeve, right? Be more grand."

I laughed with my nose all the time, one, two, three, go on further.

"So, aside from these guys, are you going to take money from me, too?

"Shit. Say your purpose and name! I'll let you through, depending on the amount."

If you are a Holland people, one, two, three laughed intolerably when you heard the words of a soldier who went on to say that it would be natural to thank us for working for the country.

"Ha-ha-ha! Unfortunately, I'm not a Holland citizen."

What I took out of my nostalgia was a passport with an Imeralia signature on it.

"I'm an Orson Grande nobleman. Go back to your territory and clear your way."

The soldier, who saw the paperwork as serious, paved the way with anger or haste or trembling.

Just when he came to a position surrounded by soldiers, one, two, three, who stopped the horse, turned his gaze to the people who were on the street.

"Oh, speaking of which, I'm a lord, too. It's called the Toono Territory, which focuses on a city called Focarol..."

The folks who heard the name Toono Focarol began to glow. If the merchant story is true, that's where they're going.

"If you're coming there, let's welcome you. As an aristocrat belonging to the Orthon Grande, Count Hiffmi Toono, allow the passage of those who wish. Sure, for free."

To one, two, three, who suddenly said something unsolicited, the people nearly raised their voice of joy, but it was the soldiers who raised their voice first.

"Don't be ridiculous! What a foreign nobleman does on his own!

"But you never said you were any nobleman or any lord, did you?

Complete reasoning, but just the opposite if the purpose is provocation, one, two, three are laughing.

"Everybody through the sword! This guy is a criminal who talks about nobility!

In those words, all the soldiers present on this occasion pulled out their swords.

"You pulled it out?

Looking around, one, two, three, who saw all the soldiers lay their swords, whined, one word.

Jump right up from the horse and cut one soldier out of his head.

Slash one by sliding a knife into the reverse octave phase while standing up.

From the siege net they fell and vacated, they let the horses escape.

"Look, if you pulled it out, slash it. If you took a weapon, kill it."

"Gugu... Ka Him!

A soldier with a bright red face chose to be slashed at the same time by everyone, including himself, but the result was disastrous.

He who is decapitated, he who is broken in the stomach and watches his built-in flowing out, he who is losing his hands and feet and is stuffy...

The last remaining soldier was no longer slashed with a rash, but he was slapped off his sword belly with his left hand and removed his sword, and his right hand was slashed into two strands with a knife that one, two, three, twirled and spun.

"Agoo..."

A soldier on his knees, bleeding a good amount of blood from his arm, will die of blood loss in no time.

The folks who were watching the whole thing are totally turning a frightened look at one, two, three.

"Oh man..."

The soldier who had his arm slashed died when he delivered the knife he wiped with his pocket to his sheath.

"The lead soldier at my place will be here a few days late, so you should talk to him if you feel like it. You'll handle it better than these guys. Maybe."

When he found the horse back, one, two, and three, he ran over to the horse with joy and stroked him, and jumped on a flicker, and he just went away.

Folks who have not had to pay for it go back on their feet, not understanding what happened.

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"Wherever you go, is it fate to be chased to work..."

If this were the case, Sabnak moaned in the newly given office inside the royal castle that he should have slowed down a little more at his brother-in-law's place.

At the same time that Subnak returned to the King's Capital, the creation of the Kingsguard Knights was officially carried out ahead of the crowning of Imeraria. Captain Sabnak, deputy captain Vayer, several were elected from the Second and Third Knights.

All the remaining knights were put together and restructured into an organization simply called the Knights. Three were appointed, including Rotomago, a former third knight captain as knight captain, and Midas as deputy captain.

There is no upward or downward relationship between the two knights, the Kingsguard Knights have the main task of escorting the castle and the royal family, and the Knights lead the soldiers in policing and military activities.

Sabnak was dressed in new squad clothes, which were hastily recited and handed to Imeraria herself. The first job he was given was to draw up and train a security plan for the coming crowning ceremony.

"Why do you have so many jobs"

Filinion was dispatched to Focarol territory in my place and I was heartbroken, but I even think this might have been a better undertaking.

Anyway, it's a newly formed unit, so instead of working together, it's about time the crew finally met. No matter how many escort subjects are alone in Imeralia, in this wide royal castle and its surroundings, the plan I twisted my head over should not feel like there are holes.

"Excuse me."

Coming into the office was a new samurai with subnak.

"Dear Vyer, Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard Knights, I have received your letter"

"Oh, thank you"

The letter given is a parchment round and carefully sealed with wax.

"What a big deal..."

As he peeled off the wax and went on to read the contents, Subnak overflowed with tears.

In the letter from Vayer, while waiting for one, two, three in Focarol territory at the behest of Imeraria, a request has been received from other territories to train soldiers and raise civilians. It was well written that the former Vichy territory was also moving into a similar political system in Focarol, and finally, a report was written to his boss, Sabnak, “engaged to Mr. Filinion”.

"What the hell is that? I'm too busy swinging around to even eat with a woman..."

"Captain."

"Isn't that strange how you call it? So, what is it?

When asked with a handkerchief to keep her eyes down, the samurai says with no expression.

"If you don't mind, would you like to join us for dinner?

"... if you're sympathetic, will you stop?"

"No."

The samurai shook her head.

"I thought it might be an opportunity for the ball."

Sabnak cried.