Summoned Slaughterer

By the time Wepards had reached the castle gate, the figure of one, two, and three had already vanished into the castle. That's all I know is that one, two, three minds are uplifting to battle, and that the playing time was short.

"Ugh, yeah..."

"Hey... hey..."

A healing wizard girl who had followed Wepal suddenly nauseated thoughtlessly at the tragedy she had seen, and one girl who was right next to her got it.

"Hey, hang in there."

Jeez, Wepal shrugged his shoulder and looked around the castle gate with a calm eye.

There is no one who is safe.

Death was coming to all equally, regardless of man or woman, regardless of age.

"You did it flashy."

"Captain, did that human go inside? There's a king, into the castle."

"I guess."

Wepal replied sighingly to the words of his blue-faced subordinate, although he had not vomited.

"Somehow, they will defeat the king and set me up in the new demon king."

"... are you insane?

"Don't tell me."

Arms together, Wepal bends his mouth to the letter to.

"But those eyes were serious. I don't know what you're thinking, but I see killing a king as an achievable goal."

If there was a problem, and Wepal looked up at the castle, so did the men who were around him, with the exception of the two who were still on the line, around the king's private room.

"To that king, whether man can prevail, right?"

Everyone nodded at Wepal's words.

The demon soldiers know. Why does a young, boy-only king continue to reign as king?

"Whoa, whoa."

"Peep, something's disgusting in my mouth. It's annoying, annoying."

The air, which was supposed to be severe, was not tight because of the girls.

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The army of Focarol leaves in line from the main gate of the town, cheered by many.

The faces of the soldiers, dressed in matching combat clothes and armed with weapons such as spears, swords and, inside, clams, were a nervous mixed smile.

That number is five hundred. Again, less than half of those serving as regular soldiers in Count Toono's territory. It will be only in this earthly territory, outside the kings' capitals of each country, that we have the financial base necessary to operate a standing army of gold-eating bugs on such a scale.

"Good luck!

"Let me destroy all demons!

"Come back properly!

Both yellow cheer and wild scolding mixed in, as if waves of sound were pushing in.

The soldiers who went out of town aligned themselves in a familiar move and turned their gaze to the person in the front with a slack of faces alongside the street.

"Well, I'm leaving!

"Respond!"

From the top of an open-air carriage without a front to lead, a large crowd of voices came back overlapping as Alyssa stretched her little body to the fullest extent and screamed.

The carriage, which began to move loosely, was accompanied by Mukale as an auxiliary in addition to Alyssa, and from behind it, pinched the heavy unit carriage carrying supplies, and the soldiers proceeded.

"In the meantime, I'm glad we're moving on to Vichy."

"Yes, I have already given instructions to the people. Master Alyssa will be fine if you sit back slowly."

Mukale smiled as she offered her cup of tea.

"Thanks"

Seeing Alyssa's face smiling back, Mukale desperately restrained the back of her nose from becoming a tung, holding the paperwork she had placed beside her.

"As we continue, we will sweep the demons sequentially as we move on to Vichy. Essentially, the main objective will be to ensure the safety of the streets and their surroundings… Ultimately, the pressure on Vichy will be stepped up and, if it erupts, a war will be waged. restricting the entry and exit of persons in the name of border security by placing garrison units if they do not. This is all the Lord's instructions."

"There's nothing specific about it."

Pointed his mouth, Alyssa adjusted the position of the sidebar he was raising behind his hips. The carriage vibrates and sits poorly.

"This is also the“ homework ”that Alyssa and I were tasked with. But if the two of us work together, we'll be able to ripen this level of maneuvering without making it."

"Yeah, you're counting on me. Mr. Mukale."

He was Alyssa, who smiled brightly, stuffing the inside of Mukale, who painstakingly kept his poker face, but when he turned his gaze to the soldiers walking side by side, he turned to a serious look.

People will be taken to Focarol to gather, and a large number of people will be needed for security and policing. That's all the people who came looking for work, so there were no particular problems when it came to staffing.

The elites, who have repeatedly trained and studied, will be assigned to their respective areas of expertise.

Although there were occasional people who lost their lives in battles with demons and incidents throughout the city, the Focarol army grew enormous without much influence.

And it is the first military operation in a long time since one day's battle. The trolley, which is still being utilized, is fitted with a new speculator that Pulfras said he was capable of meeting himself.

"... nobody wants me dead. Because it's sad that someone you know dies. Though I can hold him in because I don't think I have a choice, still."

Alyssa's gaze turned to Mukale.

"What did you think the first time you heard what Mr. 123 was up to?

"... To be honest, I thought it was a very, very annoying story. Though I think it's a lame imitation, like calling it training and slapping a pony's ass and letting it run."

"Aha, that analogy is hilarious"

Alyssa, who blew it out, took the sides off from behind her hips by sheath and pulled it out in front of her.

"One, two, three, you're staring at your own sword when you're free. Did you know that?

Return the wrist and reflect the sparkle and light.

"You know, I've heard you stare at a knife so much before."

That was when I was finishing my audition for the One, Two, and Three Days Section and finishing my silence and taking care of my knife. When Alyssa, who also wanted to turn in Origa and dine with the three of us, entered the one, two or three private rooms, what was indoors was a knife and a man, nestled in such silence that his ears ached.

"I imagine myself dying."

"What?"

Mukhale blushed as she accidentally toned her voice back.

"I heard it the same way when I first heard it."

Alyssa laughed with pleasure.

"Then one, two, three,“ he said. "If you want to kill me, you deserve to accept to be killed.” What did I say? "

One glimmer, Kerakera and laughing Alyssa wiped her fingers of tears floating at the edge of her eyes.

"I told you before, when I was Vichy's soldier, I was in terrible sight and I was dying."

"Yeah, I remember"

"At that time, I was terrified of dying. Something I wanted to do, something delicious and fun, and when this pain was over, I thought it was all over."

The carriage rides up the pebble and rocks heavily.

In contrast to the slightly out of balance Mukale, Alyssa let the shock slip away with a gentle hip.

"But now, as I've asked you, one, two, three, you live hard so that whenever you die, you have no remorse. Of course I don't want to die, and when I decided to follow Mr. One, Two, Three, though I didn't think that far."

Gently stroke the side sheath.

Similar to the one in one, two, three, the sheath, finished in black paint, was black reminiscent of the darkness that dared to extinguish its glow.

"I'm sure. I think one, two, three wants to tell everyone that it's important to live hard so they can die at all times. I keep saying" kill each other, "but that's the easiest thing to understand, so I think that's what I'm saying about killing each other.... As Mukale said, I think it's annoying."

Mukhale realized that the suspicious light behind Alyssa's eyes was similar to one, two, three.

"... then let's live in a way I don't regret either. Make an effort to live with your chest stretched against everyone."

"Hey, this weird life is gonna be fun, too."

The soldiers following me from behind only seemed to have two women talking soothingly, but only a few of the ancient ginseng felt the air they knew somewhere, reliable and horrible.

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One, two, three had cuts and burns all over his body, making several blue moles on both arms and feet.

Still, walking with a blood dripping knife in his right hand from his forehead or cut is grand, and he might have described it as beautiful if Origa or Wepal had seen it.

There are holes all over the place, and the right shoulder and flank also have peeking skin.

"Nobody... No, you're just hiding"

One hundred and twenty-three, entering the castle from the door open to invite, proceed with a sense of some gaze.

The Lord of those sights contains plenty of hostility for things that are not about to strike. I guess he's also a colleague of the people who were killed outside.

"What are you looking at so hard? If you want to kill me, you should."

"Ask them to stop provoking the soldiers"

It was Fegor who represented himself from the end of the dark corridor.

Smiles like you saw in the daytime disappear, and a gaze pierces you that seriously misses one, two, three actions.

"It's you. The agathione and the others I saw at noon gave me a very rough pick up. I'd like to thank you."

One, two, three were meant to say thank you, but Fegor received it as ironic.

"... something I don't even have in mind. The king is calling. Like you follow me."

"You're not joining us?

It's such a fun and exciting night, it'll be boring, one, two, three laughed.

"You can afford it, human. But that's also until you stand before the king."

I wondered if I would slash Fegor, who walked out with his back turned, but I thought one, two, three seemed more enjoyable as it was. If Wepal seriously repels the king's throne, he may also need to think about putting Fegor on the king's throne instead.

Fegor's mood, sounding hard and stepping on the stone floor, cannot be read from his expression.

The inside of it was complicated.

There is absolute trust in the strength of the king, and even traps are available.

It is an honest feeling for Fegor, who knows to some extent the strength of man, that there is no need for a king to leave.

But the strength of one, two, and three, which he showed in front of the castle gate, of man, which Fegor knew, was deviant.

(At any rate, we just have to take his weapon away)

If that's what the king wants, he throws his life out whenever he wants.

But it can't end without meeting the king's expectations.

I can see in the footsteps that one, two, three are following me firmly.

Through the passage, which was not that long, Fegor reached the place of destination.

The hall, which was blown out to the third floor section, was lit with magical light all over the cylindrical indoor, and the shaky light created a fantastic space.

"Oh, this is huge."

I heard one, two, three thoughts, but Fegor never returned the word.

I'm more concerned about Fegor if the trick works safely than that. And also the figure of Agathion that sits on the throne at the back of the hall, on the altar.

"Well done, one, two, three."

It's still early in the morning, Agathion grinned, but he won't stand up like daylight.

He looks down at one, two, three with his elbows on, as if to indicate he is reigning.

"Oh, thanks to you, we had a great time. Let's thank you."

"That was good. If you hear that, they'll float, too."

Speaking up, one, two, three proceed with nature and walking.

I passed next to Fegor.

I was wondering if you were going to set something up there. One, two, three, but clap out at Fegor, who's not going for anything but gaze, and concentrate on the agathion in front of me.

"For a long time."

When one, two, three plugged into the center of the hall, Agathion began to talk about something.

"Yes, they say that the Demons began to use weapons and tools from the time those of our generations ago created settlements that could not even be called nations and lived diligently in this barren land. Until then, I was able to overwhelm other races adequately with powerful magic and physical abilities, and for a long time until I was actually given an elf, that was enough"

"I see. I heard a long time ago that the Demons don't use weapons, and I thought it was a mistake to see the real thing here, but you know what?"

Stopped, one, two, three, rocked the knife as it held it in his hand.

"But yeah. It does not change that the properties of the Demon Nation are specialized in magic. Occasionally, fleshmen like Bereto emerge, but powerful magic, supported by the properties of birth, cannot be imitated by any other species, we are the only ones."

Agathion stood up and spread his hands.

One, two, three look to see if you intend to unleash magic, but I don't see any signs of it.

"Like humans. Yes, with a weapon as powerful as yours, you'll be able to fight enough. But without relying on it, we can fight on our own. That's all powerful magic we can use. For example, powerful junction magic like Fegor."

"What?"

One, two, three, who expected the attack magic to fly in, saw Fegor in the words.

Fegor lowered his hands sloppily, just standing.

But one, two, three noticed that the air around them had changed.

"This feeling..."

Gradually, thin blurry membranes surrounding the perimeter were visible.

"The magic of Fegor's junction is as strong or stronger than the junction where the elves are trapping us. Most, though not quite as extensive as that."

"I'm afraid."

Agathion waved to Eagle Deep in response to Fegor with his head lowered. And I fucking laugh when I see one, two, three trapped in the junction.

"Apparently, that weapon is endowed with a strong ability. But no sharp blade makes sense unless it reaches the target"

On Agathion's signal, Fegor erased another tensioning junction.

It was a junction that supported the ceiling of the hall, usually a collection of stones fixed behind the ceiling.

The fixture is removed beforehand and the stone, which was supported by the fegor junction, begins to collapse at the same time, pulled by gravity.

Naturally, toward one, two, three, where he was looking up directly at the state of it, big stones fall one after the other.

Rubble piles up in the barrel of junctions, scattered with roaring noises, sand and crushed stones.

"You're helpless, man."

Agathion's laughter sounded mixed with the noise that rang violently until the last piece fell.