Summoned Slaughterer

"I don't know what to do..."

Zanger, whining in a small voice, didn't really care what happened to him because the way he was going to die anyway, but Puse, who had been declared deported, seemed to be exhausted.

After Laboulas left for a while, the guards were gone from the indoors, but they would be outside the house.

As he gently stroked his back, Puse fell asleep tired of crying.

Seeing his face sleep with his cheeks swollen, Xanger was stunned by his helplessness that he wished he had been good at healing magic.

"Really, this is what a famous leader is all about."

See the door where the lab lass left.

Not for long, the night completely dawns.

In the distance, I hear something bump into me or scream.

"You're doing it... Is he gonna be okay?

With that said, I hadn't heard his name, Xanger laughed. How much did you fear that you would degenerate and die?

"Mmm... hmm?

"Are you awake? I'm sorry, but can you treat the wound yourself?

Puse, whose tear marks were also painful, nodded silently and cured magic toward his swollen cheeks.

Even after the swelling slowly hits and the original thin jaw and white skin is restored, the look on Pusse's face doesn't clear.

"Puse. I let him pick you up. My judgment was bad. I thought you were wounded in the wilderness because you're human..."

To that end, Zanger bowed his head, saying he should not have nominated Puse, who was good at healing magic.

"That's enough...... I was helpful, but others were killed by that human being, so compared to that."

The look of forced laughter was painful and Xanger couldn't watch, he turned away.

"Looks like that human man is being attacked right now. Now, depending on the outcome, what happens to this village and us..."

Having said that, Xanger believes that no matter how powerful he is to come through the wilderness if he is attacked by a large number of people, he will end up being slapped with attack magic.

"The..."

Puse looked up reluctantly.

"Whichever wins, I don't think the situation will get much better...... is Sikh better than that?

"I can't say anything...... although I don't think Laboras would do anything about that kid. You'd be surprised if they found out about Puse."

Nevertheless, Zanger thinks again.

"I just brought in one human being, and it's all over now."

If Puse is really going to be in exile, he decides to leave the woods with himself, Xanger said to his heart.

Even Puse, who doesn't like attack magic when attacked by beasts, would be able to escape as long as one was sacrificed.

"As much as that, let me..."

"Master Zanger?

"It's nothing. But now we have to wait."

Zanger threw a twig into the fire behind the furnace, which was about to go on forever.

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"What do you mean, this is!

Having been able to follow the surroundings of a few, Laboras was looking for Sikh to hear more about the acts of one, two, and three for the impeachment of Puse, but he had no choice but to kill one, two, and three because he was not at home.

What I saw there was the figure of my compatriots, who were finely dismantled by one, two, three.

"Wow..."

"Ugh, yay..."

The surroundings that I have brought with me also spit without suppressing my mouth or withstanding the absurd sight and intense smell of blood.

Laboulas, who was often dazed, shouted at one, two, three, who were ignoring him and continuing to work.

"You're the one Zanger brought in! To my fellow countrymen, what a thing to say to our people!

"Ah?"

Turned, one, two, three are dyeing their hands red again.

"What is a human..."

Someone around me snapped to see if it was so cruel, and everyone is at war.

"You guys have been after me just like these guys?

If so, you're welcome, and one, two, three took a bottle of water out of the dark magic storage and started washing your arms at ease.

"What the hell did you do to my countrymen...!

One, two, three, neither gaze at Laboulas, who asks in a low voice as he held down his anger.

"It feels good to have all the ingredients. I checked the bodies of these people. Here."

One, two, three threw was an earlier little white mass of pinky fingers.

"What is this?"

"His."

At the tip of one, two, three fingers, is the figure of an elf with his hands and feet broken and thin.

For a moment, Laboulas let his gaze swim, but immediately returns his gaze to one, two, three.

"There were a total of three, similar white lumps in my feet and fingertips of my hand. I'm telling you, it's not bone. My hands, my legs, my bones. Otherwise, I was just like the rest of them."

"That's what's wrong!

"You're looking into what's causing you to deteriorate as you get older. You're not interested? How will I die and what kind of death will I be exposed to?"

One, two, three, point to the rolling corpse.

"If you're going to throw yourself into battle, then maybe it's a rule to die. Neither will I. But what if it's not about fighting? What if we're lucky enough to survive?

"We can return to the woods! Return to a part of the forest as a forest people! You guys are not like humans!

"Oh, yeah."

Laboulas' desperate objections, one, two, three, were flushed untouched.

"Better watch this than that."

One, two, three that just started walking stopped by the bloods at the root of the tree.

Of course, this was also made by one, two, three, who brought the body in for good reason.

"Can you see that only the part close to the trunk of the tree is even whiter?

To too many sights, on the contrary, a few young elves in the appearance of being drained of poison, are pushed back by curiosity and approached by fear.

"White...... what is this?

In front of a neck hanging elf, a white thread, like a spider's nest, is entangled when one, two or three pierces and pulls up the branches of a tree picked up by blood.

"At first, I thought it was an ingredient originally in the blood of you elves, but they don't. That blood cloud over there wouldn't make a difference, would it?

Similar blood clumps made on the side of the square that one, two, three, said so, although they are turning red and black, do not see any particular change to whitening.

One, two, three, who had prepared a contrasting experiment with a willingness, recalling the school's scientific experiment so far, but nodded satisfactorily knowing the general situation.

"It's only hypothetical."

and the gaze of the elves gathers in one, two, and three, which he began to speak as he prefaced.

"One of the reasons why the types of trees growing and the air have changed since we entered the area of the elves. It's probably caused by this tree that makes up the forest around the village."

One, two, and three slap the trunk of the great tree, standing beside the blood, with pessimism.

"I don't know if it's from the trunk or the leaves, but as the ingredients from these trees accumulate in the body, they will solidify in the body and change into tree-like properties. I guess that erodes the flesh that originally made up the flesh."

When he finished speaking to himself to tell him, one, two, three looked around.

"So, what do you think? You guys choose to be trees and die? You want to pull out your weapon here, hit the magic, and end up just a chunk of meat, just like these people? Or escape this tree curse while you still can?

No one can reply to the words of one, two, three.

We just look at each other and talk to each other on purpose.

"Are you…"

One Laboulas trembles in anger at the death of one of his brothers who is supposed to be crusaded by the words of man, and at the death of one of his unbroken brothers, one, two, three.

"I don't know. You're going to line up your logic and confuse your sins!

"I don't understand...... no, I don't want to, is that a mistake?

Laughing at Kerakera, one, two, three threw away the branches he had.

"Don't look away from dying. Everyone must experience it. There's nothing to be frightened of."

One, two, three with the knife out, take a big, deep breath.

"Look, choose. Fight here to pass the will or calmly review our environment"

Several elves gently distanced themselves from the words.

That, too, impairs Laboulas' eclampsia.

"Don't you have any pride as forest people!

"Don't be stupid."

In response to the exasperating Laborus, one, two, three speak calmly and displeasedly.

"Pride and other ideals bring people closer to death. Your crap“ code "and all of them took the opportunity to face death from the elves as a result."

Staring at the glossy blade print, one, two, three gave a tranced look.

"To die is to complete the person. Is it something in line with the way of life, or full of dissatisfaction, accomplished something or half-willed unemployed death?"

He then turns his attention to the lab lass, which stares at the elves and other muscular bodies with strength.

"Thoughts, goals, the future, if you die, it's over. What's there is a completed life. Killing is completing that life."

So put the knife in the front eye.

"If you want, I'll give you the end of it"

"This human being..."

Half of the surrounding elves go down jizzily, and half await Laboulas' decision.

Laboulas, gathering the gaze of his companions, gently laid his hands on the knife on his hips.

One, two, three, laugh.

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When Sik looked softly from the shade of the tree at Zanger's house, he stood like two elves would like it in front of the entrance and exit.

Sikh, who lurked his eyebrows and moved his mouth as a monument, chants desperately in his mouth.

"Hey, get some sleep..."

Hypnotic magic is magic to such an extent that you might say that Sikh is hard to use. As an elf, you need enough chanting time to yawn. Yeah, it doesn't really work for someone who's completely awake, but it manages to get through to someone who's just standing blurry.

"Yay, I did it"

Sikh, who deposited his back on the wall and confirmed the two watchmen sitting down as he sloppily slipped, gently enters the building.

There were figures of Zanger and Puse, leaders sitting side by side.

"Sik? You're safe."

"Pu, Sister Puse..."

Sikh, whose knees have fallen out, sits down nagging.

"Sorry, because Laboulas asked me to tell you about humans..."

Pusse leans in a hurry to Sikh, who spills a pole and tears.

"It's okay. I healed the wound myself, didn't I?

"So, but Laboras said he was banishing Sister Puse..."

Pousse, realizing that Sikh was trembling as he blued his face, comforted him by holding him forcefully.

But the words don't come out well.

I'm afraid of exile because it's true.

"Sik, do you know what that human being is doing now?

"Yes......"

To Zanger's question, Sik sat back down.

"I don't know, but I figured out why elves assimilate to trees and stuff, but a lot of adults get killed..."

"What?!

Rarely loud zanger.

To the two surprised with their eyes round, Xanger dropped his floating hips and stared at the small fire behind the furnace.

That gaze seems to look far away.

"I wasn't sure what that person was thinking, either. That's not what I'm talking about... So, you heard why?

"Um, I don't know if it's true, but it's bad to get into the body from a forest tree or something..."

Honestly, Sikh's explanation, which he didn't understand half of, was vague, and the poose he was hearing next door was just twisting his neck, but Xanger understood.

"I see. I'm gonna live a long time."

Zanger, who laughs slightly, speaks slowly to the poose.

"I was scared in the woods when I was little, and I barely got out of the house."

"I heard the reason I heard was that I was deciding where to be so that I could hear stories from many villagers at any time..."

"Well, that's a decent excuse, just to fix it. The truth is, I was just scared of the woods."

I mock myself for being an elf.

"What do you mean you're scared of the woods?

To Sikh's question, Xanger shrugged small "Shall I talk to you?"

"You saw it in the woods, too, didn't you? What is it like to die of an elf?"

And it came to pass, that Puse remembered the old man, who begged him to die, and took his breath.

Sikh was half-awakened and angry, but has faint memories.

"Me too, I saw it in the woods when it was smaller than Sikh now. You look like a dying old elf. … and my grandmother's death."

Phew, and exhaled.

"My grandmother said it was painful, painful, and she asked me for help... but I was only a little kid, and I couldn't do anything, and I ended up running away from my grandmother, who kept calling my name."

Then, he said, he couldn't wipe his fear of the forest and became disgusted by the very fact that he was an elf.

"But if what humans say is true, I'll be saved a little too. Not because it's an elf, but if it's really because of the forest..."

Exhaling again, Xanger turned his gaze at the fire towards Puse and Sikh.

"I want that human to be alive. I want to talk to you again."

That was, in other words, both a wish and the same word for the death of his compatriots.