Summoned Slaughterer

"Stupid! You're gonna beat this number of opponents!

Barrzephon started running toward one, two, three with a scream, but quickly lost sight of one, two, three moving to glide with laughter in the dancing hall that was a mess with the other knights.

"Chi! Where'd he go!

I look around, but I don't see him.

"It's not always advantageous to have a large number of people."

Beat one knight on the head, go into a blind spot and beat another knight again before the other turns around.

"Like this, we can't help each other out of the way, can we?

"There!

A sword-wielding knight is slashed from behind one, two, three talking.

"Don't speak up. You're not surprised."

Saying, one, two, and three placed their hands lightly on the shoulder of the knight who was in front of them and switched positions in a hyeonic manner.

"Yikes!?

"Ugh..."

The knight, who intended to slash one, two, three, but put his sword on his companion, was beheaded with a knife while he was bewildered.

"We're too close to each other. If you swing poorly, you will slay your allies."

The knights, who saw each other fight, stood up with their swords.

Barrzephon, who was in a remote position, instructed everyone to scatter.

"Everybody, down to the hall wall!

The knights, hacked to hear their voices, fall back giddy.

One, two, three, left in the center of the spacious hall, laughs invincibly with a sword.

"I wonder if I'm right so far. So, what do we do?

"It looks great... even though it devastated the Second Knights, it would just have struck the captains from behind who were at the extreme of fatigue after the battle. There's no way we knights are gonna be late for a guy like you."

"Look at reality."

One, two, three, wave their heads as if they were frightened when they heard the words of Barzephone.

Hip knife, patterned head tapped with fingertips.

"Why is it that there are so many people and the guy who's already out in front of me and wants to fight one-on-one doesn't come up with a name? Easy, because I saw my people get killed. 'Cause you know you can't win."

The sound of nails hitting the hardware on the cutthroat and patterned head echoes.

Barzephon stares at the knights around him, but everyone turns away and doesn't try to look at each other.

"You guys, aren't you proud of knights!

"No, no, if you say so, you take the lead."

Said with laughter, Barzephon turned bright red in his face and looked to one, two, three.

"Oh, if you're afraid of this, I'll do it with my bare hands"

Pulling the knife out of each sheath hips and just throwing it into storage, one, two, three showed the palm of his hand.

"Look, hold on to your sword. I'm not wearing any armor, so I might be able to kill you if I hit you. If you hit it."

"You licked too many knights. Let's chop him up and expose him in front of Imeraria."

Barzefon advanced, restating his sword.

One, two, three. Send your gaze to the knights behind one, two, three, only for a moment, as you zillily pack the distance from them.

Barrzephon, who confirmed that about two people nodded, dared speak out loud.

"Die!"

"I can't do that."

Slowly, one, two, three proceed diagonally.

That alone doesn't strike either the two swords that were originally swung down from behind by Barzephone.

One, two, and three turned behind Barrzephone as he then passed, kicking behind his opponent's knee with his toe, he turned his arm around Barrzephone's neck on his knee.

Both the right hand holding the sword are necked up, and Barzephone slowly becomes confused in consciousness.

"Look, look around. None of the knights will try to come and help you. What's a knight? You mean the guy who keeps his own life even if he abandons his people? Care about your outfit, your weapons, your escape from the real battle?

Barzephone's head gets messed up by the one, two, three voices he hears from right around the corner.

What is the pride of a knight that I wanted to protect? What are the people who are watching themselves just now being murdered, far away? What the hell did I want to be...

"My head will still move. What can you do to survive now? You gonna stretch your spine and wield your sword? Are you bragging about how good you were born?

Barzephon thought. I literally thought desperately.

My arms shriveled under tightened pressure and my sword fell off. Nor can I move my left arm, grabbed by one, two, three arms. My legs, too, can't move well in a kneeling position.

Finally, my vision is getting white and cloudy.

"... to this extent as well"

I hear a discouraged one, two, three voices, and the strength to tighten increases even further.

"Gu..."

"Oh?"

Barzephon shrugged his neck full of force and opened his mouth. I managed to open my front teeth with about two fingers and bit into my thoughtfully one, two, three arms.

"Oops."

On the verge of being bitten off, one, two, three, untied and left.

Taking off his predicament, Barrzephon rolled over, no matter what, to distance himself from one, two, three.

"Gee ho...... gee, ho"

"The choice was good now. Some people say biting is nasty, but it's an effective attack. If your teeth are strong."

Barrzephon, who saw one, two, three, speaking calmly, with tears in his eyes as he coughed, rubbed his neck in silence.

"Well, you literally bit to survive now... what about your next hand?

"... I was dying and on the contrary I was able to calm down. I can't be the ideal knight anymore. Then there's no point in dressing up."

Saying, I take my armor off chatter and drop it on the floor and go.

"I understood. I'm no match for you."

Barrzephone, dressed lightly, whined, blown out.

"Next time, I win"

When I finished saying it, Barzefon turned his back on one, two, three and ran with all his might.

As it was, it jumped out of a narrow entrance and exit for servants not normally used by knights and nobles.

One, two, three, did not go after it.

"Nice. You've got one more thing to look forward to seeing how far you can go... Well"

To the knights, who suddenly missed the escaped Barzephon, one, two, three, each glances at one another.

"Only one, I chose life over honor and doing, but what do you guys do?

Now it's a big service, and I said let's put them all together and deal with them with bare hands.

The knights have been swimming their gaze for a while, but if they have a large number on their bare opponents, they are gradually becoming more concerned. One by one, he lays his sword with a rugged face.

"Like."

One, two, three step out on his right foot and take a relaxed stance with his hands forward.

"Until one of you dies, let's do it."

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At the behest of Vayer and Midas, who returned from stunning, the soldiers direct the people to the square in front of the royal castle.

Finally, the crowning ceremony begins, the soldier screams verbally, proceeding slowly and skipping attention without running.

"Mr. Midas, this one is over"

Weyer, who finished placing the soldiers, rushed over to Midas to raise the report.

"Got it. Well, I'll keep guarding the venue, so call Captain Subnak."

"Okay."

Remaining in the square, Midas was watching the people gather in front of the royal castle as they continued to give instructions to the soldiers.

As many folks entered the square and the sawdust had subsided, when Midas looked up, a subnak in armor appeared on the balcony of the royal castle, one breath down, and Imeralia, who could follow the Sibula, slowly appeared.

"A princess!

When someone raised their voice, the gaze of the people was simultaneously directed to the balcony.

While the soldiers are attentive to their surroundings, their gaze is upwards.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Orthon Grande, this time I, the Imeraria Trier Orthon Grande, will succeed my father and stand as king of this land."

The masses gathered were delightful and the applause rang.

Imeralia smiles gladly when she sees it.

"Thank you"

Immediately regaining a serious look, Imeraria breathes in heavily.

"This country has been exposed to many crises, battles have taken place, a large number of soldiers and knights have been injured and a small number have died. Count Toono was active, and I won, but I will never forget that there were sacrifices."

Everyone was quietly listening to the new queen.

"It is my duty to make this country, which they have defended with their lives at stake, a rich and well-inhabited nation. If it was worth protecting, I have a mission to make it a country that seems like it. I also admit that I am a shallow, too young, unreliable king. That's why I give you all my word. I will not be a tyrant of my own accord."

Speaking out clearly with a lucid look, Imeraria slowly returns to the royal castle with so much cheer and applause that she even feels it in the ground.

People went back to everyday life with Zorozolo, exchanging opinions with each other as they verbally followed the earlier proclamation.

Midas, who had missed the people dissolving, realized he was in tears at some point.

"Pajo, it may not be what you were aiming for, but Master Imeralia stood firm on her feet and was declared to walk away. There may be a lot of problems, but I think it's a satisfactory outcome."

Guided by the princess and the fate of this country, he remembered his young life-scattered colleagues, and Midas softly moved away from the group, spilling tears as they flowed.

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The population surrounding one, two, three was to a degree slightly more than ten where it was already left.

The group, slashed with their swords by their bare opponents, had been forced to either die, break their legs, arms, or necks, or fall seven times and become stuffy.

The Five Safe are best able to drag their injured companions away from one, two, three.

Even slashing unobstructed, as if sucking with a magnet, as you slip into the pocket of the attacking knight, you tap your ribs and jaw with a fist that sticks out two fingers like a wedge.

So if you're going to drop your sword in pain, you're going to get your arm grabbed and thrown off, fall off your head onto a hard floor and break your neck, or even if you're lucky, you're going to lose your mind by taking damage to your head.

Even if you kept your sword firmly in your grip, you'd be grabbed in the face and this would also be slapped in the back of the head by the floor to bloom the blood flowers on the floor, or you'd be slapped on the inside of your elbow to hurt your face and feet with your own sword.

"Stupid... they don't even have weapons..."

"Damn! Why aren't you dying!

Stunning, angry, undivided, one, two, three attacks continue.

The knight, who waved his sword in reverse as he cut it up, used the momentum he had lifted his sword as it was, and was twirled from top to bottom to draw a circle with his arm grabbed, crushing his nose on the floor and losing his mind.

He who grabbed his helmet and twisted his cervical spine.

He who stabbed his own sword in the face and died.

He who died of blood loss after having his throat torn apart with his fingers.

Some were still alive and groaning, but in a dance hall colored with blood, the last one was put on his feet to escape and fell, where he was trampled on the neck and died, and only one, two, three stood.

"Ugh..."

The large number of people on the boulder and the fact that he had not judged many opponents with his bare hands in a long time, one, two, three breathed in his chest full, exhaling satisfactorily.

Taste plenty of blood and lax around stabbing a stop.

Some of them begged for their lives, but cut them off in one word as "slow," using no knife or anything until the end, and taking their lives by treading or twisting.

Two, two, three, noticed a sign of remembrance entering the dance hall, turned his gaze towards the door that slowly opened.

"... has so many people taken sides with him..."

It was Imeraria standing there.

"The guy who was most healthy, he got away wisely, though. Maybe he's the mastermind."

The rest of them finished, but maybe some of them are still lurking somewhere, one, two, three laughs.

"Dear one, two, three. I just finished the crowning ceremony."

Rather than a crown, a crown with a golden, finely decorated colour that would make it tighter to say Tiara was on top of the soft silver hair of Imeraria.

"Right."

To put it briefly, one, two, and three put their heels on the neck of the last one who was fainting and weighed in.

I heard dull noises and groans, and Imeraria turned a blind eye.

"Take a good look. This is the result of your failure to lead the knight."

One, two, three told him, Immelalia breathed and looked in the hall.

"How the hell did I not have to do this..."

"I don't know. I'd tighten it up when I thought it was suspicious... No, you'd better take care of this much. It's convenient to broil out fools. In fact, this many idiots have gathered"

Plus, it's rewarding to have a lot of opponents, says one, two, three.

You guessed the situation, and the Focarol soldiers came in everywhere and started cleaning up the bodies handily.

"Well, that's the way I can do it because it's me. You'll have your way, and it'll depend on the outcome you want. I did this because I wanted to kill him. Otherwise, I guess we'll have to do it the way we don't."

Imeraria thinks.

"Think, think. Anyway, I won't know until I try to answer it. The battle is no wonder I'm dead if I open the lid. Think about what you can do, do the best you can when you decide, use everything you can, and be happy and sad after the results."

One, two, three looked back at Imeraria on the verge of leaving the room.

"Look around. The guys who can use it will be gathering here on their own. It's a completely different story when you can see things and understand what you see."

Are you going to sleep, one, two, three said "good night" and left.

"Right. Mr. Sabnak to the Chancellor and Mr. Rotomago to Mr. Vayer. You helped Mr. Midas, too. And..."

Imeraria was remembering the faces of the folks who had earlier applauded and cheered so much.

Immelalia, who had made her way early to the throne, summoned Rotomago and ordered him to follow the fleeing Barzefon and take the necessary steps.

This was the first order of the Queen of Immelalia.