Summoned Slaughterer

"Whoa."

As he walked in the woods with guidance from Puse, one, two, three, found the figure of an elf who had deposited his back in Oki, just as he had seen earlier.

Unlike the first to see it, it has not yet been completely transformed into a wooden statue.

As one, two, and three approached without hearing Puse's reluctant stop, the sitting old elf opened his left eye.

"Are you conscious?

"... human. At death, you saw something unusual..."

The old elf speaking in a fine voice was a man. He sits in an agua position wearing simple clothes that wrap around a cloth.

The vast majority of the visible were degenerative, and the face was mossy bark to the right eye and about a third of the mouth.

The voices that leak out of the small open mouth gap seem painful.

"Is it painful? Do you see it?

"Question attack."

The old elf, spilling a laugh that leaked the air all the time, turned his eyes to Puse, who stood behind one, two, three.

"Puse or... You're the one who brought the humans here."

"Oh, sorry"

"There is no apology. At the earliest moments, we had an interesting encounter. Humans, you want to hear something?

The elf, who returned his gaze to one, two, three, did not have much time, he murmured.

"My body gradually stops moving. The wooded part, wet or cracked, doesn't feel anything"

The hunger I was feeling also disappeared at some point, the old elf says.

"A calm death, or"

"Hehe... human, it's, it's not"

The old elf turned his eyeballs around and turned his gaze to everything he could see.

"Thus, all I see is the extent to which the eyeballs move, and how long will it be"

Phew, I can catch my breath.

"Twitching, breathing, it gets painful. No sense of serenity. One is to the twitchy coming death. Just fear...... I'm sure if we stay like this, even if we can't move completely, we'll be alive for a while. I can't see, I can't hear, I can't move."

There's no way I'm not afraid of this, I say.

"No more tears. I can't even die on my own. I'm going crazy in despair."

"Oh no..."

Puse is silent with a blue-faced look at the fear of death he first heard of.

"You're not the only one who didn't know. Someone made a code that stays away from death, but it shouldn't be."

Everyone disappears into the woods believing that a calm death will come without knowing the truth.

"This is the result. So thank you for telling someone. And a human being."

"What?

"Kill me, please. I'm no longer a creature, I don't want to taste fear..."

"I see. It'll be good."

One, two, three, accepted the wish lightly and pulled out the knife on his hips.

"Ma, wait! I can't believe I killed him..."

"You're a cruel man."

"What?"

He said something unexpected, and Poose raised his voice of surprise.

"Humans are right, Puse. For me now, death is salvation."

"Oh no..."

"Let me look into the body."

To the words of one, two, three with the sword, the old elf smiled as far as he could change his expression.

"If you're going to die, you should do whatever you want with the rest. Humans, what's your name?

"One, two, three."

"Right, one, two, three... Thank you."

"Bye."

The large upper section, knife struck down head-on, split the neck in two straight lengthwise with an incredible cleavage.

In addition, he drops his neck in a flash on the side.

A split head in two, one breathed down and rolled off his neck.

"Terrible, terrible..."

"What's terrible is the condition in your body."

One, two, three used the cutting tip of the knife to point upwards at the incision of the head that fell to the ground.

"Ugh..."

To the tragic sight, Poose turns a frightening gaze as he manages to put up with something that creeps up from the back of his throat.

One, two, three, were crouching and observing closely from close range.

"The contents of your head are pretty much perverted, too. So, what's this?

Having seen the human contents many times, one, two, three frowned upon the human body as if some parts had been made by replacing trees.

Yet another point, one, two, three parts I don't understand.

"You know what this white one is?

"I don't know. I've never seen it before..."

What one, two, three gave was something nebulous, white, sticking snugly to the contents of his head, the area about to become a tree.

When I gently take it off with my fingers, I pull the thread and drip it thick and dripping.

"I don't know. Could be the elf-specific one."

One, two, three, who wiped his fingers with a pocket, stood up and whined in a small voice.

"If you can still see what's inside the guy who's safe, that 'd be the best thing to do."

"What is it?

One, two, and three, who saw the poose as if they could not hear, stared silently at the head of the poose.

"What have you done...?

Puse, who felt something horrible in his gaze, asks frightened.

"No, fine. We have to hurry before that."

☺☻☺

According to Puse's description, the junction to be able to push the demons into the back of the forest is generated by the magic of the elves in a special place where the magic formations are depicted ahead of them passing through the village.

"Do we have to go through the village after all?"

"Please, please speak peacefully in the village"

"That depends on your attitude. I don't have a tochi crazy head trying to get along with a hostile guy."

In contrast, from one, two, three, questions are kept getting showered. One, two, three, found out that they had entered the elf forest, and that sensory magic was set for defense close to the junction, and they could tell whether it was an elf or an animal or a human being.

Sikh just happened to meet during the patrol, and it was the Puses who picked him up at Zanger's direction.

While we were having that conversation, I could see the village.

In front of a simple wooden gate, two elves stand with bows.

"Oh, we're here..."

It was a poose that I thought would be a pain in the ass if I guided him as he was, but he ended up arriving with nothing in mind.

"Wait! Stop!

Two elves who were gatekeepers speak up.

"Humans, huh? I heard you were coming, but why Puse and... is it Sikh on your back? What happened? What happened?

"Well... it'll be a long time to explain, so I'd like to show him to Zanger first."

"Right. Sikh, I'll take you home. Take the humans."

Hold up the sikh still unconscious, and one elf leaves.

"Well, come here."

Puse continues to lead the way, reassured that he could avoid at least a one-touch situation, knowing that nothing had been resolved.

Everything you can see is a bungalow building made of wooden planks and some kind of twig or branches. There is nothing door-like, a thin dirty cloth draped down the entrance like a warm curtain.

"Master Zanger's house is over there."

The building, to which Puse pointed, was about twice as large as the others, with simple doors made of planks rather than warm curtains on its way in and out.

When something was uncomfortable, one, two, three, who had been stopping and watching for a while, realized that there were no windows in that building. Other buildings have openings for the picking of lights, although they are not found in any way in those buildings.

Without realizing how it was, Puse stood in front of the door and spoke towards the building.

"Dear Zanger, it's Puse. We've brought humans."

"Oh, thank you. Come on in."

There's a squeaky old woman's voice from inside.

"Permission granted, please"

Puse, who opened the inlet to remove the whole plate, prompted him to step inside without hesitation.

The building seems to be one room only, with clothed bedding over a pile of dried grass or a low wooden table visible.

The lack of windows seems to be the whole building, only a tiny flame swinging in a place like the enclosure in the center of the room lights up the interior.

"You've come, Mr. Human. Look, you can sit there."

The old woman, sitting in the center of the room, pointed to herself and the opposite side that sandwiched the enclosure, cleverly snapping the thin branches with only her right hand, and creeping them into a new fire.

The designated places are loaded with hay and covered with cloth, similar to bedding.

Reluctantly, he lowered his back, one, two, three, and looked straight at the old woman. As with the elves that you saw in the woods and ended up in the trees, although they look neat, that face, engraved with deep wrinkles, also looks like an annual wheel reminiscent of the years.

"Puse. That's enough of you. I need to talk to the customer, so get back to work."

"Yes. Now if you'll excuse me."

As Puse leaves, the old woman sighs and throws into the fire the little branch in her right hand again. As he put out his right knee and approached the fire much closer, the swinging flame became clearer, illuminating Xanger's old face.

"Looks like a good year, but your body still moves"

"... you know what happens to the end of an elf when you talk about it, right?

When I told him what one, two, three knew to make sure, Xanger nodded that it was.

"Elves have lived in this forest for a long time and died in this forest... no, they were assimilated to the great tree... From a human perspective, what do you think of this?

"That's unusual."

"Heh heh heh heh heh"

Xanger laughed at the words he denied directly from the front.

"Is it abnormal? I guess so. It's unusual to have to wait for yourself to disappear."

"Did you call me on purpose to hear that?

"No, no, no, no, no. I was just wondering."

That, and Zanger pointed to the sword that one, two, three had put aside.

"Was it that sword that just let the elf die? I want you to kill me, too. I can't ask you to do this with the same elf."

Elves never do anything to hurt their compatriots. Aside from dying in accidents and illnesses, the idea that everyone should die in the woods seems to be well established.

"As far as I can tell, it doesn't seem to have begun to degenerate yet...... no, foot and left hand"

"He's a wise eye..."

As you can guess, up to the left ankle and up to the left wrist have already hardened and become immobile, Xanger says.

"Atashi has been weak for a long time, but at some point he lived a long life with cheating while he was at home and making love to him. But if this goes any further, I'll have to go out into the woods and die... and I'm ashamed, I'm scared."

He was a self-derisively laughing zanger, but the laugh soon subsided.

"So, human guests. I want to die before that happens. I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid to wait for death while I can do nothing."

"Well, that would be good. But is it okay for the villagers to die?

"... what do you mean?

Don't you see, one, two, three stared at Zanger.

"I don't mind slashing you. I don't know. But the other elves who found out about it would try to get revenge on me. And he says," I don't have the spirit of self-sacrifice. "

"... just for one night, will you wait? I'll explain it to the villagers."

After a long tour, Xanger promised to say so, so that one, two, three would be harmless. In time, even if it was in return, there was no choice but to say that there was someone who did harm to one, two, three.

"Let's get beds ready. Besides, is there anything you can do instead of asking me for a favor?

"Why are you the only one in the elf afraid to go into the woods?

To one, two, three questions, Xanger took his gaze off slightly.

"Well, that makes no sense to ask. If you keep your mouth shut until you die, then so be it. There's nothing I can ask of you. I asked that woman Elf everything I wanted to hear."

"Well... thank you. Leaving here, go right and there's a small house. There's a house in Puse next to it, so you should give me a call. Let's get you something to eat."

"No, we have food, we don't need it"

"Right. Then come back here tomorrow."

I'll make up my mind to die, and Xanger smiled back again.

☺☻☺

In the designated cabin, one, two, three, which was lying on the haystack, woke up because he felt signs of trying to step into the cabin.

Time is not yet, before dawn.

"Who?"

It was that young elf, Sikh, who quickly drew the knife and jumped into the sight of one, two, three who took the plot of plucking.

"To, human!

One, two, three remain unstoppable to Sikh, who calls out in fright.

"Attacking sleep is a clever way to do it, but you're too bad at getting rid of the signs"

"Chi, it's not! Sister Puse, it's tough!

"Puse? Oh, that woman elf.... I don't care."

With the knife on his hips, one, two, three sat down in a bed of grass.

"No! Please, help Sister Puse!

"Shouldn't we just lay low?

"Heh?... Ugh!?

The stone debris that flew from behind Sikh plundered Sikh's shoulder without hitting one, two, or three.

It appears to intersect a variety of stones, large and small, flying one after the other, as well as wind blades. A cloth draped down the entrance to the cabin is torn apart.

Apart from the fact that it was the fall that played its part the moment he was wounded and cut his shoulders shallow, Sikh is not wounded by this.

But one damaged building after another is unlikely to hold any more.

The walls are filled with holes and the columns are shaking heavily.

"Wow!

When he finally saw the roof come down, Sikh stuck to one, two, three.

The elves, who were unleashing their magic, were laughing when they saw a cabin that was completely crushed and wrapped in dust and dust.

"Heh, there's a human touch. The sin of killing one's compatriot shall be atoned for with life."

I can hear someone in the ears of the hella and laughing elves.

"Sin... I'm not going to go out with your revenge."

Soil and dust disappeared in an instant as a large black disc spun around on a crushed cabin.

And it was one, two, three that stood there.

At the waist, Sikh is clinging.

"I didn't mean to."

One, two and three took out the sickle as he stuck his hand into the dark magic circle that absorbed the roof and dust.

"If you want me to kill you, I'll give you a big service."

Squeeze the sickle in your right hand as you twirl the chains with the divided copper.

"Use more and more magic. Fantasy, martial arts and fun."

One, two, three, slowly took the first step.