Summoned Slaughterer

A room for talks was available at the corner of the castle, where the crowning ceremony was refrained from the next day and preparations were rushed.

A luxurious chair for Princess Imeralia to sit in, usually in a spacious and decorative room used in meetings and elsewhere, with about three legged chairs arranged across the street.

A small table was available beside each chair, which was supposed to be handy when the talks started with water spills, tea, etc.

The ladies entrusted with the venue for the talks were waiting for the princesses upright in the corner of the room in the face of tension, but besides them there were others waiting for the princesses. The Knights of Kingsguard looks indoors from the gap between the paintings they set up.

Of the Kingsguard knights, only Sabnak was supposed to stand beside the princess and provide an escort, but on this occasion he was also going to try surveillance from the hidden passage, with three large men, holding a pistol, standing shoulder to shoulder and lurking their breath.

If anything, it's supposed to break through the thin wall and jump to support Subnak, but that's not going to happen first.

"Excuse me, sir."

"I've been waiting for you. Please come this way."

The first person to show up was Rosie, an envoy seconded by Vichy Central Committee. There were no escorts, and when I entered the room alone, I sat down in my chair guided by a samurai.

Not long ago, a samurai enters the room and tells him, "Her Royal Highness will enter the room".

Rosie stood up and drowned her head at Imeralia walking slowly with Sabnak.

"Your Majesty. Despite all the sudden requests, I am delighted to have the opportunity to consult you."

I thank you for your lofty gesture, but the expression was a crop-like sticky smile, and I honestly thought Imeraria was disgusting in the heart.

"We have not yet made a formal inheritance. As of now, I am only a princess."

"This is very disrespectful, Your Highness. Now, I can't afford to waste your time on someone like me, so please do me a favor from my country..."

"Wait. There are other participants in this discussion."

Stopped snuggling Rosie trying to move on, and Imeralia softly put her mouth on the prepared tea.

When she sees a samurai with tea in her eyes, who smells good, the samurai with blue hair and eyes has a gaze toward her faceless, subtle subnak.

Is that the Chancellor's daughter, and where Imeralia attracted girly interest of her age, the arrival of new visitors was communicated.

"Dear Count Toono 123, King Sprungel of Holland, you are welcome in."

Imeralia knew it was their fault when she saw Rosie's face, who had doubts as to why she would read out her name when it wasn't even between glances, but was also stunned when she forgot to stand up in front of her, and the one, two, three and old men who would come in laughing with Niyaniya when she saw it.

Imeralia, rising from her chair, greeted her with a gentle pinch of her skirt. It's also emotional to think that this is the last way to say hello today.

"Nice to meet you, Your Majesty King Holland. Princess Orson Grande, my name is Imeraria Trier Orson Grande. … come with me soon"

"Oh, is that the Virgin you listen to? I am King Sprungel Geng Holland. The other day, this man beat the crap out of me without my skin."

Imeralia lurked her eyebrows when she looked at Sprungel laughing callously over one, two, three. From what I've heard before, King Sprungel of Holland should have always been a quiet person with a difficult face.

"Still, a ride like that trolley is fun. Lord Alyssa gave me a ride to get here, but unlike a horse, I don't need to give him a break, and I don't need feed."

"Say stupid. Instead, some of Holland's soldiers would have gone to the infirmary with muscle aches."

"Hmm. Sounds like you've worked out enough. I had Lord Alyssa work me out again, but not yet."

Until the other day, one, two, three and Sprungel spoke soothingly, sitting side by side, mouthing on tea.

One, two, three, which should also be called enemies, and the head of state, who was supposed to have been working together to fight the Orthon Grande, sat next to him, and Rosie was making her mouth pound.

"Wow. Delicious tea. I want to buy this and go home."

"We'll have it for you on your way home. Let's start the talks, then. Coincidentally, we have representatives from all three countries, and this is a very good opportunity to talk about the future."

"Oh, that's..."

Sprungel glanced at Rosie and shut her up.

"Shut up and listen. And think desperately about how you can take advantage of the good fortune of knowing as soon as possible that the world is changing."

One hundred and twenty-three threw the biscuit-like baked sweets that were placed in front of him into his mouth about four times as he continued to stand, sipping tea at once as he listened to their conversation.

"Sweet change. First, may I report to Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

To one, two, and three, using a deliberate salutation, Imeralia was muddled, but soon soaked her shoulder power.

By contrast, Rosie was shuddering at the mess.

In the conversation so far, Vichy was outside the mosquito net, and the conflict between Holland and Orson Grande had already ended and, on the contrary, a friendly atmosphere had even been created.

Rosie had on this occasion made the legitimate state of Vichy territory recognize that it was only the state run by the Central Committee and intended to put an end to the war with minimal compensation for the distribution of magic equipment from Holland on the shield, but the prospect ended without a word being uttered.

Rosie had nothing but tremble in anger when she thought she had crushed herself here, too, dreaming of becoming a committee member.

"Now let's hear the report. Count Toono."

Thus, tri-congressional talks were launched at the Orthon Grande.

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Apart from the rooms for each accommodation, the envoys from Vichy also had rooms for meetings, etc.

As soon as Rossi, the delegate, wanted to meet, all 10 of his entourage were supposed to gather here to wait. Without being able to walk freely through the castles of other countries, and without laying hands on the snacks prepared, the entourage was silent and discussing.

"... before entering the castle, I took a look at the situation in the town, but it's not a war atmosphere."

One squeaks a potpourri. He has a trained body, but is supposed to accompany him as a civil servant of a recording clerk.

"The distribution is not even stopped. There was talk of refugees passing through from the Horrant side, but it's not like the city is rough either. It really seemed like he was just passing through.

"All in all, it was rumored that the destination of the refugees was Focarol territory..."

The "refugees” who appear in the rumours they have purchased are mixed with information about former Horrant soldiers who have already arrived in Focarol and refugees in the true sense of escaping after the defeat of Horrant.

"As it is, won't our country be shredded without remaining in the focarol? The other day, there was another new city. I don't think it's just Pursan, and I don't think it's weird that someone in the Central Committee betrayed you."

"Don't say anything rare."

However, the difference in degree is because everyone thought the same thing, and there are no more words to praise.

"Captain, shouldn't we just go back to our country and tell them what's going on? There's nothing you can do if you stay here. Rosie's guy, the princess, he couldn't even talk to the prime minister properly, could he?

"Don't call me captain. I don't know who's listening."

"I care too much."

The oldest man cautions, but the younger man has laughed.

But surely there are those who look at them and listen.

(After all, aren't they just accompanying people...)

As with the venue for the talks, it was the Knight of Kingsguard troops led by Weyer who were monitoring them from the back aisle. This time it is also possible that the opponent has a weapon, breaking up in three places and surveillance with an equal number of 10 accompanying members.

"... in some cases, kill Rosie"

"It's..."

Everyone breathed into the words of a man called captain.

"If it becomes a diplomatic issue and we can successfully put our sins on Count Toono, our country's position will be somewhat better. … the decision to that point has been made with permission from the centre"

"But will it go so well? He's the Count of Toono."

"Even if you say it's because you're strong, you can't avoid being given a jade if you have a diplomatic problem. At least, domestic influence falls. You can't afford to put your shoulders in Pursan or pay attention to a city you've turned over."

Because he's a hero and his name is spreading, it's also easy to spread the scandal he said so, the captain explained. Although I laughed bitterly that it was a takeover and sale described by the Central Committee.

On the assumption that the talks would end badly and that Vichy's position seemed unlikely to improve, they began consultations to create a situation in which "Rosie, who bought one, two, three misadventures, was murdered”.

Vayer, who had heard it from the shadows, looked difficult.

A knight next door spoke in a whisper.

"Lieutenant, they're trying to make a case in the castle..."

"Oh, that's right... do you think their hands will work against Uncle Toono?

"It would be futile. If the messenger is hostile, the entourage is not just a messenger. Besides, you're not the one who cares what others think."

Vayer nodded bitterly at Bassari and the knight who responded instantly.

"I think so, too. … while we keep watching, let's report back to Uncle Toono and the captain."

Copy that, sir.

This time, Vayer touched the back sword of his nostalgia with a little shame that this didn't seem to turn up.

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Also in a separate room in the castle, the nobles, who had left the mainstream of the Orthon Grande, were poking their dissatisfied faces at each other and talking.

"Finally, the Queen is born..."

It's supposed to be a celebration, but the tone and expression are dark.

That should also be because they were ex-prince nobles who painstakingly retained their role in the castle. From the attempted assassination of the princess, which should also be called the Queen's Rampage, over here, all the moves came out of the back, weakening to such an extent that as a force it would no longer be abandoned.

The princes, who formerly made up the majority of the nobility in the castle, are only five in this room where they are left, and the low ranking of the Viscount as the supreme, combined, is in a state that is very unlikely to be a force.

Those who have been dismissed from their roles and returned to or descended from their territories are still good, and those found corrupt in the Knights' investigation, which has been reorganized entirely as a direct organization of princesses, are dignified or secretly “disposed” behind them as a show.

"Looks like a messenger from Vichy's central committee is holding a meeting with the princess right now."

"Speaking of the original, it's because Vichy and Holland roughed up the country with extra imitation. This situation of ours will also be due to Vichy's deception into the nobility of our country, which has made things brighter and more problematic. As far as Holland goes, it created the cause of the destruction of the Knights, which was our strength!

Actually, this conversation was also sneaked in by the knights on duty, but the knights, who were in a threesome, endured a headache when they looked at each other, grinding and holding between their eyebrows.

Although it is undoubtedly the responsibility of the nobility that Vichy and I were consorting to create a mechanism for Aquasapphire, a precious gem of the country, to cross the border, as well as to draw the Wizard of Holland into the country.

Here, around the lack of talk about one, two, three, the knights watched, I guess fear is totally better. That's convincing.

"... If so, just because Vichy's messenger is in this castle, can we let him work with us on something?

"Cooperation, what?

I heard a young nobleman laugh niggardly and start suggesting something, when the oldest and highest-titled middle-aged nobleman rode himself out.

"We're going to make them adjust so that we can be bridgers of strengthening our relationship with Vichy. Magic equipment from Holland is also a situation that we are purchasing through Vichy, so as Vichy, we can have a point of contact to repair the relationship, and the princess remains the representative of the victorious kingdom, when we

If we conclude negotiations to secure trade in the back, the Princess will not be able to hinder us. "

I welcomed the suggestion by slapping everyone on my knees that it was a proposal.

"Uncle Toono is an emerging nobleman, albeit strong. You can't fight a nobleman like us who knows all about diplomacy in history."

"So why don't we wrap up the proposal quickly? If it goes well, there might be a lord."

The knights sighed softly as they watched the aristocrats, who could flaunt their faces on the bright topic, make a slew of plans that they knew well that they did not understand reality on their own.