Summoned Slaughterer

"Mr. Origa, I ended up marrying that guy..."

Elbowed at the counter, Hera, an Alliance employee at King Orson Grande Capital, breathed out of her nose muffled.

As she was over twenty, she remembered the young man who had tragically slaughtered the adventurer in front of her and the Origa who had married the young man who had become Count when she wondered if she had been enslaved at any point.

"Mr. Kasha too..."

The two of us were always exorcising demons, and they served the same master even after they became slaves. I wondered what it would be like to know exactly how the combination broke apart with one crack, and Hera thought with a touch of red hair twirling at her fingertips.

According to stories Hera heard, Kasha lost her life during the battle with Vichy. Has she also been swallowed up in the frenzy of war, which she thought was strong enough?

As a friend, what would Origa have thought?

"Oh, my God, there's nothing I can do about it."

As an Adventurer's Alliance employee, I know many who lost their lives due to misjudgment and malaise. It's better to just go back to the body, and there are countless people who have been judged dead because they've been eaten by demons or because they won't come back.

As far as Hela knows, there are people who have met as adventurers, such as those who were close to each other, those who don't know each other well, and those who have flown and left, and who can't even remember to see their faces now.

"Still, I'm free today."

Wang Du has a large population, so many adventurers tend to think of it, but surprisingly not.

For a large number of people, there are few demons nearby, so it is also an area with few out-of-the-box fruits for mid-level adventurers.

The vast majority of veterans who want to ensure the convenience of life, or who travel with expensive equipment and tools, simply come out admiring the city.

There is information about the ferocity of demons, but it has not affected Wang Capital very much.

"Oh, it would have been just fine if I was free"

"Yeah!? Oh, Origa... Dear!?

I was just following utout, and it was one of those people who had been floating in my brain until earlier that I spoke to him. Though he was much more aristocratic than I imagined around wearing a carefully sewn dress using luxurious looking fabric.

With a naughty grin, Origa greets Hera.

"Long time no see, Hera. I was relieved that it didn't seem to change. Besides, there is no need for specification. I'm not a nobleman myself."

"Oh, thank you"

Even so, it was customary to be treated like a nobleman at the time of his daughter-in-law to a nobleman in general, and even a concubine could not speak more like a friend as a hella than she was treated quite courteously.

Even without it, the story of Origa's frequent visits to the royal castle, sometimes for a few days, and his closeness to the Queen Imeraria, was a story many in the King's Capital would know.

Oliga, a hero's wife and queen, can't be treated like an important person. Because strength and power are attached to the back.

"So, Oliga... what can I do for you?

No way, now you're going to do an adventurer's imitation, Hera said, pressing a light mouth down her throat.

"It's information-gathering. You know the demons are getting ferocious, don't you?

"Oh, is that so?"

Finally, take the pile of paperwork beside him and spread it out to the counter.

Reports are written in various fonts on those parchments. Apparently material for officials to keep an eye on.

"You don't hear much about it near Wang Du, do you? As much as I saw an expeditionary adventurer once in a while. Thanks to you, it's not that serious around here."

"Really..."

Looking through each and every one of them, Origa answered with a serious face.

"Is there something you care about?

"There's a story about the ferocity of demons, someone might be pulling a thread behind them."

"Ma'am."

Hera laughed.

It is a common perception that demons are the same as wildlife and that flocks are unrelated to control as they can be made, and even Alliance officials who have been deeply involved in demons, albeit indirectly, have not changed that perception.

"It may not be a laugh. For example, how do you explain this?

Origa gently offered Hera a piece of paper that she had pulled out of the bundle of papers.

"Huh..."

There's a report saying, "A group of adventurers were attacked by something human and demonic on their way from Wang Du to Vichy, two adventurers were killed and those who survived were also forced to retire”.

In the midst of overlapping similar reports, it was a document that Hera had been looking through.

"Demons or new types of demons? Either way, I don't think the Adventurer Alliance's job is just to exorcise the demons as before."

Mindful of the unusual information, Oliga asked the guild staff in the Wang capital to communicate to the castle if anything was needed through Hera.

"... does Mr. Origa know anything?

"I haven't grasped the situation yet, but it's okay."

Oliga smiled as the cold-sweated Hera asked.

"There are brave men in this world."

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The Demons dreamed of flying out of this little world one day, continuing their offensive against demons, creating this town surrounded by strong walls, sharpening their fighting skills and the magic and special skills each possessed.

To that end, he strengthened ties with his fellow citizens in the land and created a stronger system of government. The battle against demons is also a training to avenge the elves that lie ahead.

Originally, it was a demonic tribe that was also hostile to humans and beasts, but trapped in the junction for a long time, and as generations took turns, hostility towards humans and beasts with extremely few opportunities for contact faded, and all resentment became directed against the elves.

The cylindrical space, created by the junction, was large enough to secure food by hunting and gathering, and there would have been no problem if many demons had only lived there and, furthermore, lived as demons catching and eating it.

But the existence of a clear wall was certainly stressing the hearts of the demons.

"And that's what demons are like today."

"I see, I get it well. Thanks."

On the road, one, two, three, where the demonic situation was somewhat captured in Wepal's explanation, honestly thanked Wepal.

The first one seemed to be exposed to the state of the Devil's Clan, and Fegor didn't feel very good either, but sometimes one, two, three, took the content honestly and didn't react in a way that looked down on the Devil's Clan, and didn't imitate it in a cautious way.

I thought it might be better if you knew as a preliminary.

"You're strange. I thought you had more dangerous eyes than a fierce demon, so I came to thank you. I wonder what the contents of your head are."

"I'm no different from the guy there. Don't look too giddy over here, you creep."

"Well, that's spicy"

Notice what's wrong, Wepal walking around with a corny laugh, Fegor being a good addition.

"I got to the castle. Some people admire you, so be aware of your eyes."

"You're an idiot. It's not just a hassle to be admired for the exterior you've fixed. You can be my friend because you spend your time with me and still admire me."

"As always, no less mouth..."

It was a warm white stone building that should be said to have arrived at the White Castle.

Though much smaller and about four stories tall compared to the royal castle of Orthon Grande, the impression was as clean as Himeji Castle, and as for one, two or three, it was the opposite impression when it came to the castle of the Demons.

"We don't really like anything big or gorgeous. But I still think this castle is beautiful enough."

Fegor speaks proudly and Wepal yawns.

"There will just be no materials, no land, just like in Huamei. Come on, let's go, human."

Wepal, who tried to take a subtle one, two, three hands, but one, two, three, then avoided the stretched hand and proceeded on his own to the castle gate.

"If we need to talk, we can get this over with. I'm getting hungry."

"Mmm, already!

Waving his fist and leaving Wepal to regret, Fegor also proceeded to the castle gate.

"Then let's treat ourselves to a meal after talking to the king. I'd love to get a taste of the food in the castle cafeteria. Come on, come here."

The position of king's aide still seems to be quite superior. The gatekeepers, who saw Fegor's face, even though they were taking him, one, two, three, human, opened the heavily open gates of both without saying anything.

Through the castle gate, the cobblestone-laid road stretches straight to the main entrance of the castle, which has become liberated.

Surrounded by soldier-like demons on patrol, he stops when he sees Fegor and meets small.

"I haven't been to the castle in a long time."

Wepal shrugged as he caught up.

Usually they are in city waiting areas and facilities for the army to deal with an external enemy called a demon, and they usually stay away from the castle because they don't have any particular errands.

Fegor, who took Wepal, who was drooling over information that didn't matter for one hundred and twenty-three, went up the stairs without hesitation and led him to one room, one hundred and twenty-three.

"Will you wait here? I'll talk to the king."

"Okay. It would be nice to have something to eat."

Fegor laughed Kusri and promised to let someone bring him a snack, leaving the room behind.

"So, why do you stay here? Get to work."

"Oh, you can't leave a valued customer alone, can you?

When one, two, three sat on the couch, Wepal, who had just lowered his back next to it, grinned.

Speaking of which, there's a kitchen in this room where you can have a little drink.

With that said, Wepal places the coffee scented beverage he prepared quickly in front of one, two, three, and sits next to him again with his cup in his hands.

"Go ahead?"

One, two, three reached out his left hand and held a wooden cup. When you inhale the dusty rising hot air, a strange smell tickles your nostrils, mixing the smell of coffee with the smell of dry firewood.

"I wonder if humans have ever had much to drink. Dry the fragrant trees that you can take around here, fry them until they turn black, and then make them through hot water. I love it because some people don't like it, but it smells calming."

While Wepal spoke, one, two, three took their first bite.

The taste is coffee as it is, but I feel like a very different drink because of the different aromas.

"I knew you were different."

Wepal, who took a sip himself, put the cup down and laughed.

"Normally, I wouldn't keep my mouth shut if they served drinks more vigilantly. Drink it for nothing..."

Wepal's gaze goes between one, two, three and himself.

There, I saw the right hand of one, two, three firmly gripping the dimension. A sharp tip is clearly aimed at Wepal.

"If I make a strange move, are you going to attack me with that little weapon? I don't know if I'm trusted or alert."

"You're not."

"What?"

Another sip swallowed, one, two, three, breathed huffily to let the heat escape.

"I'm not going to attack you. I'm going to kill you."

One, two, three gaze firmly captures Wepal's eyes.

"I can't breathe enough to stay alert to food and drinks. If there was any malice, I'd know, and if I missed it and got poisoned, it would have been."

"So, what's this?

Pointing to the dimensions, Wepal puts his neck up.

"If you were hostile to me, you'd want to kill me exactly, wouldn't you? I don't like to take the time to scratch. He'd be happiest, too, as much as he's been murdered by me the moment he tried to harm me. I will spare no effort to do so. I'm more afraid of not being able to kill than dying."

And even if he was poisoned, if he could avenge it in an instant, it would be his destiny, one, two, three, he said, and scolded the rest of the cup.

Wepal held his arm to embrace himself and left his body behind the couch. And then he punches his legs like a child and gives a look of joy.

"You have no dust to hesitate to kill people if you can recognize yourself as an enemy! I don't know what I'm talking about, but I understand my appearance is fascinating, but can even a young woman kill me?

"It doesn't matter"

In that way alone, Wepal was convinced that one, two, three had already killed even a young woman.

"Wonderful, you! I'd love to see you fight someone."

I noticed Wepal made the expression “someone," not a demon, but one, two, three said nothing else.

So Fegor is back.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. The king has made time for me, so I'd like you to come... Wepal, what are you niggling at?

"Nothing. I'll take care of him. You've never been to this town before, so let me show you a lot."

"That won't help."

"Yeah, I'll take care of it!

Fegor was concerned about approaching one, two, three if Wepal did it, but it didn't seem to react badly to one, two, three, so I decided to leave it to him.

Then, at the head of Fegor, he proceeded further upstairs, through a large door, and before the eyes of one, two, and three, who stepped into a hall-like room, there was a boy who rose from the throne and spread his hands.

"Welcome human! My name is Agathion. He's the king who rules this demonic town!

Agathion, who had just descended about five steps of stairs, had a full grin on his devil's distinctive grey-skinned face and walked without hesitation to the sight of one, two or three.

There were a few soldier-like people indoors, but none of them would try to stop it.

"I asked Fegor, I can't believe humans are coming to this town out of boundaries! I'm sure this is an important encounter in the history of the Demons! You're welcome first!

"Is that how you want me to be alert? I didn't say I'd cooperate yet, and I don't know if I could be an enemy."

"That's okay."

Agathion, slightly shaded by his expression, dropped his gaze.

"I don't care if you're on my side or the enemy. Either way, it's the change we want."

To an unexpected story, one, two, three pulled his mouth together and looked at Agathion.