Summoned Slaughterer

"There is nothing more arrogant than the act of raising people"

The city of Focarol, visible from the balcony of the Lords' Palace, is filled with a variety of people, young and old, spending time laughing and crying at one scene in each life, alone or with someone.

Watching it in the distance, Origa muttered like one person, but only one listening. It's Kym.

"Everyone lives their life just once and diligently. And you put your mouth out on it, and you distort the end of it in the name of education. No one knows the future, but everyone lives without knowing if this is the right answer."

"… Your wife seems to have some thoughts on education. Did you also find something wrong?

"No."

Origa turns around and smiles nicely at Kym.

"There is no mistake in what my husband... one, two, three. All the education and training taking place in this city was created by the profound thoughts of one, two, three. I was thinking of our good fortune to see the light on the path of life that everyone had to choose while they were lost."

Origa entered the room from the balcony and gently lowered her back to the office chair.

"So, are you ready?"

"There's no big problem. All the troubles fit within your assumptions and have been resolved. So far, we're on schedule."

"It's superimposed"

Having glanced at the paperwork, Origa runs a pen, writes his autograph, and hands it to Kym.

"Then I will also follow my original schedule and head back to the King's Capital. We'll be leaving tomorrow at noon, so please arrange an escort."

"Yes, sir."

"Everything is to make that wish come true..."

When I close my lid, one, two, three faces floating behind my brain.

"I know you do, but this is also the“ homework "that Master One, Two, Three has imposed on us."

"I understand. I also intend to fully understand the Lord's intentions. Don't worry, I'll take care of Focarol."

Without changing his expression, Origa knew there was no lie there, although it was a word said in a flat tone.

"Hehe, I have to work hard too"

Standing up, Origa turned again to the hustle and bustle outside.

A lot of people walk early enough in a city that is getting stained with sunset. I guess a lot of people get on the road.

"For the prosperity of this world, to which one hundred and twenty-three aspires"

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The Beasts were no longer the only ones in conflict with knights and soldiers.

Interaction with the Born Again Slam Orc takes away the seclusion from the Swordlante civilians.

The Vigilante vigilante patrolling the city of Slam, although tough looking, had no tyranny at all like the soldiers patrolling the city of man, and had much to deal with firsthand with falling objects and misdemeanours.

Leni and Helen, festived as representatives of the slums in the collapse, were also actively learning from humans, and Helen ran around as the head of the store area, leading to Leni being relied upon by many humans and beasts as a point of contact with the human side.

From a human point of view, Leni's appearance and serene character, far from the beastly man of horrific images, gave him a sense of security and a desire for asylum, and from the beastly man he gathered respect as a useful actor who absorbed human knowledge as quickly as possible and created the city of the beastly man.

Such Leni, naturally, is a tease when it comes to combat, and he cannot wipe his aversion to fighting.

"Are we going to fight humans?!?

Geung nodded heavily at Leni, surprised by his eyes black-and-white.

Behind him, one, two, three armed men look at the situation without saying a word.

"I'm already prepared to fight to protect this city with the will of the vigilante. One, two, three, under your guidance, to protect this city."

"... somehow, the battle is inevitable?

Leni wept that if we were to fight humans, we would be enemies with people who could be friends around the corner.

"Good luck, we all worked hard to get this far..."

"Mr. Leni...... I'm fine. Just the Beast Man will do something about it. It'll be tough for a while if things stop coming in from the human city, but the others have gotten used to it a lot."

One, two, three say in a cold voice from behind to a geng lined up with words so as to deceive Leni.

"It can't be that simple. You guys look too sweet at human stupidity"

"Then, foolishness... one, two, three, you must be human."

"I know I'm not smart, so I'm still better off. Compared to the ugliness of a guy living on the flimsy grounds of status and birth in a dictatorship like this, it's so much better to kill people with strength like me."

Rather than that, I'd rather go out now and have a massive room for humans to stay in if they don't want to be confused later, one, two, three, after the room.

"Um, where is Mr. One, Two, Three going?

To Leni's inquiry, one, two, three turned.

"I guess you guys protect this city, huh? I'm going to play with you because there's an interesting breakdown closer to the human city than such a chipmunk battle"

Bye, and one, two, three left.

And it was Helen who jumped into the room instead.

He seems to have run all he can, and when he sees Leni in the face, he sits down on the ground, breathing with his shoulders.

"Helen, what's wrong?!

"Humans, lots of people..."

"No way, because he's already attacked me!?

I can't stay like this, I grabbed Geng's clothes, and Helen shook her head.

"Chi, because it's not!

Helen, who managed to breathe while holding her clothes tightly, looked alternately at Geng and Leni.

"A human came into the slam for help! That, too, dozens!

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Incidents continued in which both humans and beasts were killed, areas inhabited by aristocratic classes and wealthy people became strict, with soldiers and knights patrolling the city day and night.

Fear was naturally spreading among the civilians as well, but there were also instructions from the upper echelons of Swordlante, and the soldiers were very callous towards the civilians.

"Why aren't you patrolling me this way! You used to be a soldier who came for nothing!

At the entrance to the aristocratic district, a middle-aged man, who would be the shopkeeper somewhere, is shouting at the soldiers.

"It's a state of emergency and it's not like a normal patrol right now. Just go home."

"You always take the merchandise out of the store for free, and if it doesn't do you any good, I'll get you some solid money next time!

"I only got that as a thank you for keeping you safe then. It has nothing to do with this."

To the soldier speaking with a pungent face, the man held his fist to try to beat him, but was dragged away by the other shopkeepers who had rushed him to strangle him with wings.

"You idiot! The soldiers would have killed me if I'd stayed that way!

"That soldier grabbed the bread from my shop for free like every day, and yet..."

When we got back to where our own store was, the man finally cried out.

Both this man and the other humans have lived long since they were born in this city as civilians. He was a soldier who behaved in a tyrannical manner, but sometimes the damage was small, and he put up with it if security were to be maintained.

Everyone felt the same way about wanting to cry.

"... let's calm down. It's not like we're gonna get killed."

"But from the killer, there's no soldier patrol. Isn't that what you're after?

There is heavy silence among the men.

It's not just their problem, they have wives, children, and shops they cherished, some of them households with old parents. If there is, then it's too late.

"... let's rely on the slums"

"Are those the carpenters who make the Beast Man's shop? Sure there will be armpits..."

"No, let's ask the Beasts to escort us"

What the man doing the butcher suggested in a small voice was not immediately acceptable.

"Hey, what are you thinking? Do you imitate the way you call your enemies?

"That's right. If you see an Orc roaming the city, what will the soldiers say..."

"I know you're talking about this because the soldier's not coming."

Never shouted, but the butcher's words were enough to silence the other men.

"The carpenters often ask me to buy meat. It's not like I'm being deceived or threatened, it's like I'm here for a friend."

"With that said, I've got a lot of customers like that at my place."

When the Eighty Hundred agreed, the store owner selling hardware and wooden product accessories nodded as he also remembered.

"I don't like making human soldiers anymore."

The butcher, who was talking tending to lean over, raised his face and took a serious look.

"Talk to your family and go talk to Slam with your family once"

"Wait! I'm coming, too!

Following the butcher who walked out as perseverance, he also raises his voice and chases after the eight hundred

The few remaining men look at each other and frown.

"... Me too, go. It's much better to spend time with the Beast Man if you care more than hanging out with useless people."

The bakery that was crying got up and walked out.

The remaining men also discussed it for a while, and the farmers, hunters and carpenters were also exchanged to discuss it, which would result in many civilians asking the beasts to patrol the city and protect their families through carpenters entering and leaving the slam, with the exception of a few who the beasts could not accept.

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"Poor thing. Are you completely insane?"

A city where no one left to walk at night and no soldiers even patrolled.

Not surprisingly, there were fewer city dwellers. Many ask for help to the slums, and those who remain in the city lurk their breath and confine themselves in the house.

"But, well, I think that sounds more like an animal."

In such a dark night lane, it was one, two, three pointing to a stripped salg.

He doesn't even hold a knife, he stays round his waist and his left hand stays in his nostalgia, giving him a straight beast man with his right hand.

"You think you're crazy...? I'm the one who's defending the spirit of freedom that beasts deserve! What do you know when you're human!

"Freedom."

One, two, three are laughing as they are in nature, against Sarg, who shouts out loudly.

"You pushed for freedom, they refused you, didn't they? Your freedom to say is the freedom to push someone else into disabling you? If you're free to indulge only in those who have the power to push arrogance, you're rolling there for the human kingdom, too, right?

In the end, I'm just calling and rambling like a child because I can't accept all the freedom of fame with pushing, one, two, three slashes Sarg with words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

No longer able to return it in words, Sarg lowered his body and ran over using his limbs, stripping his fangs straight toward the belly of one, two, three.

"Oops."

One, two, three squeezed up the hem of the jaw and twisted his body over like a matador, kicking Sarg's shin over the street thoughtfully.

"Gang!?

Turning up the earthen smoke and rolling down the ground with the momentum to run, Salg stands up with his painful legs open.

"With you."

One, two, three point to Sarg again.

"There's a guy who looks alike. He's the one who names the king of this country. He kills the Beast Man and follows his surroundings by blowing past and present combat power. I'm pushing for arrogant freedom, just like you."

Even as we speak, Sarg attacks one, two, three.

Neither the attack of fangs that make a metal noise and catch each other, nor the shaking out of sharp nails that even iron is likely to tear apart, nor the scratching into one, two, three that sway every bit like a willow.

"The king's freedom to speak of is to be in a position to be gained by abusing beasts and civilians. Is that any different from what you're doing?

"Not at all!

The fist, waved down at will like a bear beast man, strikes the ground without hitting one, two, three.

The sound sounded like a loud hammer slammed.

One, two, three gently poked at Sarg's arm, the pain bump on the outside of his elbow, protruding upright.

In numbing pain, that Sarg also held his arm.

"Then prove it and show it to me. You're gonna open up the Beast Man, aren't you? If you want to take down a human boss and unleash the beast man from the shackles of a human city, it's not like you're rolling all over the earth here."

One, two, three fingers, now the castle.

"There he is, whoever inhibits your freedom. The culprit who trapped the beast man in a cage called the city and pushed human life so far as to forget the wider world of the wilderness. Think, what if you're fighting me here?

He was a salg staring at one, two, three, rubbing his aching elbow, but he listened firmly to the words.

"... why would you want me to kill the king?

To Sarg's question, one, two, three is easy, he replied.

"I think it's instinctive for beasts to fight. I was just trying to hold him back a little bit."

Salg, shaking his head with a blurb, slaps the dirt around his arm's fur and drops it.

"You think it's a push to kill humans...? I don't understand your actions or your thoughts. But I honestly agree that fighting is instinct. And the opponent to fight is certainly the human boss, the king. I was going to kill the humans around it and the beasts that were kept by humans..."

Sarg stared at the castle.

"If the king and the others are the true culprits, I will kill the king first. I don't care if that's a lie. You can kill another different person. With fewer humans and my actions, one day, the beasts of this city will understand."

Soon, Sarg's eyes had become calm lighted. But when he saw that the madness behind his eyes had not weakened slightly, one, two, three, his face was delighted and nibbled.

"If you find that out, go quickly"

Sarg, prompted by one, two, three, ran away towards the castle, forgetting the pain.

One, two, three, who saw it, took the sickle out of storage.

"Well... let me show you Kuma's battle."

One hundred and twenty-three, entering the alley, took the groin of the oxen and ran out at such a rate as to tear the wind apart.

Even Sarg, who runs the boulevard, overtakes it, enough to reach the aristocratic city first.

Running through ignoring the soldiers on the patrol as they were, one, two, three stood in a position where the castle could be seen.

The gate is open, and in the wide garden, which is visible beyond the gatekeepers, is lit by a burning fire, with the knights and the soldiers lining up behind them with a slack. I knew from the words of the knight standing on the stage against them that they were going to slam.

One, two, three look up into the night sky and take a slow, deep breath. I breathe in warm air even at night and feel the smell of dry air.

In the meantime, the knights and soldiers leave the castle and continue towards the slums.

One, two, three make sure they don't mind, and they won't even bump into Sarg from the direction.

"Now, in the castle, a confrontation between a king and a bear. In the slums, the sheep confront the beasts with knights and soldiers."

And after the settlement I imagine......, twirling the chain-divided copper, one, two, three laughs Niyanya.

"No matter how you fall, it looks like you're having a lot of fun"

A long night of Swordlante began for one stranger to enjoy.