Summoned Slaughterer

Escaping the castle, Barrzephon rushed into the Knights dorm and grabbed the gold and spare sword he had kept from his chamber and left straight outside the city.

He told the gatekeeper only that it was a "rush task" and borrowed the horse prepared for the preaching and drove down the street.

The chaser, the knight, confirmed the fact from the guard more than three hours later, in a state where he no longer knew where to rush after it.

But Barzefon, the side being pursued, rushed down the street with the momentum to crush the horse, driven by the fear that one, two, three, with their bloodwet swords, would still jump from behind. Vichy is on his way. We need to get out of Focarol, but if we get into Vichy, it will be easy for people of unknown affiliation to hide, too, if they are within a group of urban states in a whirlpool of confusion.

He bought food in villages and small cities along the way, threatened or killed a small number of travellers and merchants, and got gold and clothing.

"You're no longer in a position to name a knight."

When he slashes and dumps the resistant merchant, Barrzephon laughs in self-derision.

When I think of myself fishing for the nostalgia of a corpse, I feel so sorry for myself that I want to cry, but I am more determined to survive whatever I do until I finish my revenge than I have abandoned everything.

Go for Vichy while saving as much as possible, turning back the abandoned houses and wildlife in the small village. You will need to let the gatekeeper hold the money when you enter the country, otherwise any amount of money could be hired. It's not a luxurious situation to be talking about right now, and really good accommodation is on the contrary tightly monitored.

I wish I could inadvertently bowl in with a familiar aristocrat, not very much but I don't feel like staying in a big city or hotel for a long time.

It is possible to encounter demons, but make sure to continue along the streets just a little further from the streets. Because I thought we should be on the lookout for patrol soldiers, too.

But that led me to bowl in with a troublesome opponent.

"... who is it?

"That's this dialogue. You dress rough enough, but that sword sounds like a good object inside. Did you steal it from somewhere?"

It was Origa with several soldiers who showed up in front of Barzefon in close proximity to the woods, where the streets can be seen far away.

"This sword is before me. You guys look a lot tired dressed like that, too. You don't look like a thief..."

Put your hands on the sword pattern, Barzephone takes the distance.

Because I saw Origa in her robe and thought about the possibility of a wizard. I'm concerned that he doesn't have a cane, but the verzephone's decision was accurate when he felt something dangerous to the atmosphere.

"It looks like you haven't seen anything yet... I'll miss it, so disappear wherever you go"

"See, what?

"It has nothing to do with you. Hi... you can't guarantee your life if you interrupt a mission given to you by your boss, right?

Speaking, Barzephone felt uncomfortable. Oliga seemed so concerned about her back.

"You think it's a mission? You seem to have some kind of soldier, but you don't look like a knight or a soldier yourself."

"No need for extra prying. I have a feeling I have to hurry back. If it doesn't disappear, until it does..."

Suddenly, I hear the sound of stepping on the grass from behind Origa.

"Dear Origa, the demon is on its way over there!

A voice was heard calling out loud for attention, and Origa quickly left the scene.

As a result, the demon that popped up dressed to pop up in front of Barzephone.

"What the hell is this guy..."

Barking big enough to echo the billies and skin was a tiger-like demon with sharp fangs out, but its length is bigger than a normal demon.

I see sharp nails on my thick forelegs. Just a light touch would tear the skin and meat off easily.

You must have come after the demon. A soldier with some kind of tool came out of the woods where the demon popped. If you look closely, there are about two short spear-like objects standing on the back of the demon.

"Dear Oliga, I'm sorry. I woke up suddenly and I couldn't get into custody in time."

"No problem. I think I've identified the bait, so I'm gonna leave it like this."

When Oliga realized that the bait was referring to herself, Barrzephon quickly pulled out his sword and set it up.

You can't take your gaze off the roaring demon.

"It would be your prey. Clean it up responsibly."

"Prey? Well, I don't mind if you think so. Good luck and buy us time to leave. Bye."

It's annoying to be followed, so Oliga unleashes a single backsword.

"Ugh?"

Barrzephone, who was scratched in the knee, was painfully spared the fall.

"Goodbye, then"

Oliga, taking the soldiers away, disappeared into the woods, not the streets.

To follow, I stepped out in pain, but the demon slammed my forefoot trying to capture my weak prey.

I put my sword on it and flushed it, but my legs became stronger and bleeding more.

"Shit. Aah!

The scream echoed into the woods, but the voice never reached anyone.

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"It's hard to be too peaceful, as a reaper."

"Keep quiet. Concentrate, Kin."

The Chancellor, Adore, who heard the word of Reaper loudly, moves to the next shelf without stopping his hand.

Even after the coronation ceremony, Adore continued his work of locking himself up in the library and searching for the magical materials for the repatriation.

Although the war ended once, the biggest problem, "one, two, three” ended intact as a result, its territory is growing to the point of being comparable to one country as a force.

Thinking about the future, I am not opposed to sending personnel to Focarol to reinforce the battle force, starting with the Knights with a reduced number of troops, or to having them trained to improve efficiency in the work of the civilians who began to see lag due to the large number of aristocrats disposed of.

Rather, the content itself has more than a certain appreciation of the dollar, so you can say it's more of a promoter.

But that's why I never thought it would be good for one, two, three beings to be in this world forever.

"It's like making enemies without enemies. Sooner or later, it will certainly be harmful to this country and Her Majesty the Queen"

Adore, who thought so, continued to work on collecting material on lost magic in order to prepare measures.

"Just a little more, I hope someone burns that guy up."

"There must be more dead people out there than enough already. If there are so many wars like that, this world will perish."

Carefully take the thin stone slab, which is layered vertically and unwrought, from the top, through the eyes.

"Ooh, ooh. In the world where he was, there are thousands and tens of thousands of deaths."

"... so how can society keep it"

Adore, who unintentionally stopped his hand, saw a reaper floating just by his neck.

Previously, it was just my face, but now my head is completely revived.

"The original population is different. There are billions of people. Life expectancy is not uncommon for people who live to be 100 years old."

"Billions...... I can't imagine. Well, I'm doing my best to get home with that wonderful world. Keep your mouth shut for a second."

"Okay, I get it."

To Reaper, who scratched out as smoke scattered, Adore continued his work by exhaling one sigh.

Finish checking all the overlapping tablets and be discouraged that you couldn't find what you were looking for.

"... oh?

Behind the stone slab is an object wrapped in a cloth and raised securely. When I took it, it was also a tablet for the record.

Someone must have put it away to hide it, but it must have left it there. The cloth collapses into a tear while it's peeling off.

"This is...!

Unlike the repatriation magic, this could be used, and Adore took off his jacket and carefully wrapped the tablet, leaving the library behind.

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One, two, three. The day after his return, Philinion, who was preparing to head to his parents' house, had been summoned to one, two, three and, for some reason, had come to the conference room for the civilian slaves.

"Excuse me."

When I knocked and walked into the room, there was one, two, three and Alyssa on the front.

I can also see five other civilian slaves and what Vayer looks like.

"Looks like I was the slowest. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Sitting next to Vayer in a natural stream while apologizing. Someone laughed cously, but I don't care.

"You got all the guys I called."

When one, two, three starts talking, everyone's gaze concentrates.

"In the meantime, Vayer and Philinion are leaving now."

"Yes, I plan to stop by Philinion's territory and then return to the King's Capital. We're thinking of leaving tomorrow."

"Right. I'll give this to Philinion."

Kym receives a letter from one, two, three and hands it to Philinion.

When I opened the letter, there was an autographed request from Imeraria written there. It was written that, assuming the permission of one, two, three, the filinion would be applied to the civil servants of the royal castle to serve as their mentors.

A good level of HR to say promotion, but Filinion was baffled.

"Um... I'm getting married soon..."

Looking next door, Vayer is laughing at Nico for some reason.

"I know that, but what does that have to do with anything?

"What?"

"Nothing. It doesn't say come to the castle right now. You won't be complaining about getting a job after you're married."

"But the fact that my wife, who is in a position to protect the house, works..."

I might be able to have a child, and then Philinion blushed and lay down his face.

"Kym, shouldn't married women work under Orson Grande's law?

"There's no such thing as a law. You ladies are doing well in the city."

You see, and one, two, three turned to Philinion.

"You can work at the castle with Vayer. Then spread the word about what you are doing in Focalol over there with both Bunwu. I was gonna tell Holland, but if he asks, you can answer me."

"Ha..."

I thought that was okay, Philinion, but I knew during my stay that I should not ask this territory and this lord for normality, so I will not tell you.

"Filinion. Let's work together in the castle for a while yet. Because it's still too early to leave active duty, and it's a corner opportunity to help Her Majesty the Queen."

"Right...... ok. I'll take this story."

Several applauded the filinion for standing up and bowing his head.

"And I have to give you my salary and retirement money for what I've been working at Focalo."

When Duergal was instructed one, two, three, he placed the gold coin stuffed in a bag of cloth in front of Philinion and Vayer.

There is an amount of hard work in it for a large adult to hold up.

When Philinion opened terribly, there was no silver or copper coin, all packed with gold coins.

"So much?! There's enough to buy a little mansion, isn't there?

The contents of the bag are 1000 gold coins. Philinion became anxious about the size of the amount, as the monthly salary of the soldiers of Wang Du was about 5 to 20 gold coins for one gold coin and the monthly salary of the knight.

"It's a wedding celebration. Work hard to increase your population and enrich your country."

"Oh, thank you......"

With Filinion, Vayer also stood up in a hurry and bowed his head to one, two, three.

Kym and the rest of the civilian slaves understand, but we can give this amount of money in the current finances of Focarol territory without making a creation.

They left first because they were done for Philinion and Vayer.

Only the central members of pure focarol remained.

"Well, let's get down to business."

First of all, one, two, three gave the civilian slaves new documents.

"This is..."

The received Kym is rarely worded.

Looking at the writing turned from him, the civilians turned to one surprised look after another.

"An open letter of thanks? Are we not going to be slaves?

To the youngest Palu question, one, two, three nodded.

"The territory has stabilized, and we've already recovered more than we bought. Besides, I need you to decide for yourself whether or not to follow what I'm going to do. I made Imeraria write."

Some people wonder if people think boulders are going to treat them the same way they are going to be queens.

"I've decided to stay with you for a long time, so we'll all have to decide what to do later."

"I'll stay."

Mukale instantly executed after hearing Alyssa's words.

"Calm down, you idiot"

One, two, and three said so to Mukale, he kept his back in the chair, and listened first, and went on.

"First of all, I'll give you a sizeable amount of retirement money even if you want to leave here, so you can go into business. I won't stop talking because I know what I'm going to talk about. You can do that if you want to talk."

It was only natural for everyone to choose to remain silent if they turned to their enemies to deal with them.

"I'm going to be playing with the Beastmen for a while. We're going to see the kingdom of the knights ahead of us."

It was everyone's unanimous view that you wouldn't have to just look at it, but of course nobody says anything.

"In the meantime, I ask you to continue strengthening this territory. If you do what I'm after, you'll start fighting the Beasts first, and in some cases, the Knights. At that time, Vichy could be an enemy again. Depending on Imeraria, there's no chance the Royal Orthon Grande Army will be hostile."

In short, a declaration that all around could be enemies except Holland, who wants to concentrate on rebuilding the country.

Everyone but Alyssa and Kym look sick and tired of the one, two, three full of still going to make a commotion.

"I knew I'd stay in this place. We're with you everywhere there might be a war, and at any rate, it's safer to be near the strongest. Besides, I'm not leaving the Secretary of State."

Mukale also declared by turning in winks to Alyssa.

"I'll stay, too. I'm not going to do another job right now. Commercial relations are just getting on track. I don't think I have a good job like this."

"I will stay, too. I've never treated slaves before, and I have an attachment to this city."

Duergal, Brokla and I went on to choose the residue.

Palu, too, had thought about it for a while, but apparently made up his mind to see that the other women had chosen to stay.

"Me too, let me keep working like this. I don't think I can do anything about going anywhere else. I want to work with you here."

And then my gaze gathers on Kym, who remained silent until the end.

"As a matter of fact, I have been approached by a number of aristocrats"

"Right. Well, I guess so."

I guess Palu wants Kym to stay too. He has anxious eyes.

Kym's excellence had spread from people entering and leaving, both inside and outside the realm, and more scouts would have concentrated had he not been a slave.

Some of the letters he took out of his nostalgia would be letters of invitation. Kym tore it apart without hesitation.

"I have always thought about the alleged development and destruction of the Lords. The synergy between people getting richer and increasing the scale and level of battle."

One, two, three.

"After all, the lord must be a hero summoned to this world. I wanted to see something called a world that develops, even if it's bloody painted. I believe there is a wonderful world ahead of the difficulties. Even if you don't struggle to get it, it's just an illusion. Please, I would like to continue serving you."

"Okay. Keep it coming."

"Now, before you leave the territory again, please select a deputy. I don't mind decorations at this time."

"Oh, yeah."

Alyssa shook her shoulders at the appearance of a topic she was afraid of.

"I'll marry someone and leave it to my wife. You've been so loud about your succession for a long time."

"For the aristocracy, continuity of lineage is an important responsibility"

"I mean, and would anybody marry me?

Everyone on the spot, except Kym, shouted, "Wait till Origa gets back," to the lightly said words.