Summoned Slaughterer

Rumors that one, two, three seemed to be looking for someone to marry, despite the hard work of Alyssa and the civilian slaves, ran around Orson Grande's country and even passed on to Vichy and Holland.

Rumors spoken by merchants and soldiers travelling through the city soon enter the ears of Imeraria as well.

"... that one, two, three, marry someone?

"It's a mere rumor, but with talented civilians on it, you can't deny the possibility that you've advanced to maintain the Count Toono family."

Though I was convinced of Adore's words, I can't imagine one, two, three letting someone stand next to a woman, and moreover stating their vows of marriage.

Seeing Imeralia, who frowned and shut up, Adore looked panicked.

"No way, Your Majesty, about Uncle Toono..."

"Huh?"

I first came up with an image when I was told, myself standing next to one, two, three.

Imeraria shook her head wide and denied it.

"What are you talking about? As queen, I intend to understand the conditions of those to choose. Besides, one, two, three are my enemies, right?

While denying it, to Imeraria, who is dyeing her cheeks, Adore cannot hide her anxiety.

"Well, it's more about national politics now than it is about that."

"Yes, in terms of the policies to be incorporated from that Uncle Toono territory, but given the size of the King's capital and direct jurisdiction, there is something inside that is difficult to incorporate. It should be introduced on a trial basis in remote locations and not until officials are used to it. But..."

Turn the paperwork at hand and hand over the piece of paper that was pinched to Imeraria.

"This is a copy of the family registry that I wrote from the Phocarol Territory."

"Amazing. Are you looking at your place of residence, your family, your non-cohabiting relatives, your easy place of birth, or even your place of origin?"

"As an attachment, it also seems to investigate and describe the job description, etc."

Staring at the documents, we will look at the description that would have been randomly extracted as an example.

"Tax reform is also due to the accumulation of information on these people. So. Based on this information, we seem to be managing marriage, birth, death, etc."

Now Focarol is a region where demographic changes and budgeting can be done more accurately than anywhere else in this world. This residential information is also used to prevent slamming through job mediation and registration checks and to track and prevent crime, Adol continues.

Upon hearing that explanation, Imeralia dropped her shoulder as she returned the paperwork.

"In a political sense, one, two, three. So you worked heroically enough. Your father and I may have been able to make full use of your help for the good of our country if we hadn't met the wrong way."

On the look of Imeraria, loneliness floats.

Sure, it wasn't full of problems from the encounter. What I had in mind was an encounter with a brave man full of justice, strong and lovely, and a yearning for a girly, brightly colored love of his age.

I don't want to think I made a mistake, but I still wonder what made me a queen and if this isn't a dream.

"His Majesty has overcome his difficulties and is honorably protected the Orthon Grande. At least, I think so. There have been various crises and many have been lost, but as a result the country has survived, the national territory has increased and continues to develop."

Adore's words are not lies.

Imeraria was happy to use the facts to encourage me.

"Thank you. Now let's get back on our minds and move on. Determine where you want to introduce the test for creating a household registry."

Again, let's do our best, Imeralia thought. One day, "It was tough then," until there was a funny day.

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With all the wounds all over his body, Barzephone was sinking into a sea of blood.

When I painstakingly regained consciousness, I wondered if my whole body was sore and my body had fallen apart, but my body, reflected in my blurry returning vision, managed to remain five bodies satisfied.

"Alive..."

The blood that spreads around is a mixture of Barzephone and demonic objects. From the demon, who has fallen over a large figure and is out of breath, the bleeding has already stopped, and Barzephone tried to crawl out of a sticky puddle, but his body doesn't move well.

"That woman... that weapon was just like the hand sword or something that Vayer was giving to the Kingsguard knights"

My neck manages to move. I glanced around and saw the thin metal piercing the roots of the tree.

"Chi... in the end, it's like one, two, three, the guy's associate? Don't sneak up on me anywhere."

I remember fighting with selflessness, managing to stick a sword up the demon's throat, to the point where he was swung and smashed in the forefoot.

The demon exhausted himself before he was trampled, and I suppose it was hard to help. The sword remains stabbed by demons and is stained red with blood wet in front of him.

"... yeah?

Unnatural swelling was found on the chest of the demon being overthrown, right near where the sword stabbed him.

If you touch your hand casually, you can see that something hard is embedded under your fur. As I was ascertaining the feel as it was, I also found stitched marks.

Excitedly pulling out the sword with the remaining power, he cleaves the seams and sticks his hand in.

"What the hell"

The thing that dragged him out was an obvious artifact.

As some tube stretches and continues into the body, it also appears parasitic.

"Did that woman do it? Could it be..."

I thought it was a tiger demon with a giant that I'd never seen, but calmly, I'd seen a little shorter fangs, similar demons. It was a tiger demon I encountered while training for the Knights, but it was smaller and weaker then.

What if the result of the same demon reinforced with this tool as then is a fierce demon with this giant?

And what if that could also be used by humans?

"... as it is, you just die even if you are falling here,"

Roll on your back and look up at the cloudy sky more and more.

If I'm going to die here, shouldn't I take revenge even if I'm a monster?

"I didn't know that quotes that were no longer knights, that even humans might be gone. Don't make me laugh."

Inspiring himself in solitude and waking up his body by squeezing his remaining strength, Barrzephon began carefully unplugging one tube at a time that led to the demon.

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Oliga, who broke down Barzephon and left the woods behind, touched rumors about one, two or three marriages in a small city he stopped by to replenish.

"Can you tell me more about that story?

Oliga's eyes, pushing silver coins in a polite tone, are running too bloody strong. Cui's eyes, visible from under the hood worn deep in his eyes, even seem to glow dull only in his heart.

The shop's grandfather, so pressed into the palm of his hand that the silver coin moulded, begged for forgiveness with tears.

"No, please don't. I just heard it from the merchant when I was purchasing it."

"So where did the business go?"

When I told her, I felt like I was going to see a terrible deal, but my grandfather threw up about the inn that the dealer always used.

"Information, thank you"

Oliga broke into the inn early, letting go of her moaning grandfather, who had sold her work companion for a single piece of silver coin.

From the story of having the money grabbed and letting the merchants spit it out, Origa learned the fact that one, two, three had returned to Focarol and embarked on a full-scale territorial operation.

Apparently, the story of marrying someone for territorial survival at that time is circulating as an unparalleled rumor from Focarol.

"One, two, three..."

Check with the soldiers who are following you to see how much magic is left.

The magic appliances, which had more than 100, continued to be transplanted from the Holland to seemingly strong bodies throughout the Orson Grande due to the enthusiastic activities of the Origa and the rest were five.

"... while returning to Focalol, you have enough left to digest..."

The soldiers were also pleased to finally return to Origa, who had made a slightly dragged prediction and decided to stay overnight in the inn and then head to Focarol.

"Until Focarol, it's a forcible army. Continue with speed focus around the vicinity of the street, so rest slowly today"

Copy that, sir.

When Origa and the others found out they were staying in the same inn, they rushed out to pay for the inn and flee to their next destination.

I don't even care about that, Oliga. Focarol Secret Service, early the next morning, leaves the city behind as the sun rises.

While travelling through several cities, perform repeated tasks without number: selecting highly combative demons from sources like bears and crocodiles, restraining them if weakened by magic and weapons, and embedding and unleashing magic implements.

After all the magic equipment is gone, the trolley is used to run down the street.

"Soon, I will see Dear One, Two, Three..."

Behind Origa's brain, memories of one, two, three were somewhat beautified and rushed around.

I am complacent that I did a good job of covering up the tasks I was given, although there were quite a few problems. There are also expectations that you will compliment me for sure. But I'm not sure I can ask for anything more.

Thoughts turned down once, but it is nevertheless true that Origa is the woman closest to one, two, three, and the place is not going to give way to anyone.

"Dear One, Two, Three, Oliga will return to you soon. I have endured a long, long, separate course of action. So..."

Words flushed in the wind contained something more than I thought.

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Although Alyssa has a large title, such as Secretary of State for Military Affairs, she basically leaves the paperwork to Mukale, who is presumably on the scene.

The appearance of soldiers actively participating in training or doing some work and sometimes laboring the soldiers was received as a smile not only for the soldiers, but also for the inhabitants who saw it.

As little Alyssa walks down the shopping street, rocking her fluffy red short hair, the soothing and almost soothing atmosphere begins with her going, such as a shopkeeper who gives her apple-like fruit and a bakery that gives her a taste of a hint of sweet freshly baked bread.

It was the entrance to the city that we reached as we roamed the fruit.

Entry into and exit from the city is subject to soldier inspection. Aristocrats and luxury merchants are exempt from all customs if they are in other territories, but they are not allowed in any way in Focarol.

It needed to be arranged in order of arrival, regardless of identity, and operated with thorough manualism, but the soldier's response to civilians was exceptionally soft compared to the rest of the city, which was well received by the merchants entering and leaving.

A soldier who finds Alyssa looks happy to salute her.

"Good luck, sir!

"Good day. Like what?

"You don't have many people trying to get into the city today. It seems it's time for immigrants to settle down."

Upon entering the city, Alyssa turned to pieces, receiving documents with her name, identity and purpose recorded.

There are many soldiers who can't write, but the literacy rate of Focarol's lead soldiers is 100%. I can't go into the army without reading and writing the letters first. This was also what one, two, three decided.

Honestly, at the time I came to Focalol, Alyssa was in a state where I could read but it was rather suspicious to write, but thanks to Mukale's stiffness and teaching, I was able to write a pretty beautiful letter.

Writing a sign indicating Sarah and confirmed, Alyssa returned the documents.

"Report any problems to the Lordship Hall as soon as possible..."

It was in Alyssa's eyes that something approached the other side of the soldier in front of her, a far stretched street, at an unusual rate.

"Something's coming! It could be a demon, so we're all ready to fight! Somebody get Mr. One, Two, Three!

"Ha!"

The soldier, who ran out on instructions, informed everyone at the gate of the directive and sidelined it towards the street. One young soldier ran towards the Lordship Hall.

Alyssa stands in front of those soldiers and pulls out the sidelines.

"... that? That's the trolley."

Alyssa, who has the best eyesight on this occasion, realized that something looming with soot and smoke up was a well-known vehicle.

I wondered who was on it, and when I glanced at the sides, I could see the familiar light blue hair flickering in the wind.

Tension ran over Alyssa's back. He turns around hastily and screams at the soldiers who were there.

"Contact Mr. One, two, three immediately, as you will be waiting at the Lordship Hall! Because if you do a bowl match here, it's gonna be a big deal!

The soldier ran out at an unprecedented rate of reaction to how Alyssa had changed her blood phase.

While doing so, the trolley with the oliga reached the front of the gate, making a loud noise and stopping.

"Long time no see, Alyssa."

"Welcome home, Mr. Origa"

"Well, I'll let you through."

Alyssa jumped and clung to her hips to Origa trying to get off the trolley and advance early enough.

"Hey, wait a minute!

"Get off me. I'm going to play a life long battle now."

"Before we do that battle, I think we have something to do!

It was Oliga, who was walking dragging Alyssa, but stopped for the words.

"Things to do? Are you trying to compete with me?

Alyssa is not frightened when she is stared at by an oliga who has clenched her closed iron fan. Oliga, who is really angry, knows she can get her hands on it before the words do.

"No, no! Before you go to Mr. One, Two, Three, you need to be ready for the battle, right? Mr. Oliga, my hair is bumpy and I have dust on my face, and my clothes..."

You remember for the first time when you were told, Oliga looked down at the dirty robe on the soil and bowed her head vigorously realizing her failure.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Thanks for sharing!

"Fine, I'm a girl too, so I don't even know how Oliga feels."

Alyssa grabbed a fist in her heart when she managed to buy time for 123 to return to the Lordship Hall.

"If I succeed in becoming the daughter-in-law of one, two, three, I will recommend you to one, two, three. Then we have to go back to your room before Lady One Two Three sees us."

"Yeah. Don't panic. Go slow. One, two, three, you should be in your own office."

Thanks for everything, Oliga walked away in a good mood.

The soldiers who later returned with Origa, left behind, are sitting around a short time after entering the city whether they are tired or not.

"Eh... Anyway, good luck. You can rest for a while, take your time."

"Oh, thank you"

The soldiers, who felt saved by something, line up their words of thanks to Alyssa in tears.

Maintaining security is tough, Alyssa sighed heavily.