Summoned Slaughterer

The elves who entered Swordlante's slam were assigned houses in their respective family units. Within a few days, work is scheduled to be assigned by the judgment of Leni and their wishes.

Against the elves, humans had such an atmosphere as surprise, but everyone was intrigued by the new migrants because the beasts were all "I know they are but I have never seen them”.

Zanger was assigned a larger bungalow with Puse and Sikh and was officially requested by Leni to serve as a compiler for the elves.

The request was first spoken to when the Zangers, called to Leni's office, were having a meeting over tea about the future.

"I want you to teach us magic and the Beast Man."

"Do the magic?

"That's right. Some humans can use magic, and I heard that Elves can use magic better."

Zanger closed his eyes and thought for a while before looking straight at Leni.

"... remember the magic, what are you going to do?

"I want to help protect everyone in this town."

I don't see any stray in Leni's face who answered instantly.

"Pfft...... oh ok, ok"

The calloused zanger turned his face to Puse, who was beside him.

"Poose, teach magic to you and some women who can't work hard."

"Okay."

Zanger turns a harsh gaze to Leni, who is making a small leap "done" to that interaction.

"But, sheep. I've lived a long time too, but I've never heard of beasts who could use magic. I don't know if I can do what I told you, do I? It could be a waste of effort. Do you still want to do it?

"Of course."

Leni nodded loudly, holding Helen's hand, which was nearby.

"Since we met one, two, three, Helen and I have been taught a lot, studied, and now we've managed to do the town. But there are still a lot of people and beasts who don't get along with us, and we want to call our mothers, but we still think it's difficult."

But Leni keeps his nose rough.

"Even in this small town alone, we have a place where beasts and humans can live together. From now on, Mr. Elves is with us. I don't know what I can do to protect that town... we're not very smart, so if we don't try, we'll try anyway."

"Now that I think about it, studying what I've done to one, two, three, it's helping."

Helen, who shook Leni's hand back in illumination, remembered when he was sent to the inn to study with all the other beasts. Now that it had been festived into a responsible position, the knowledge of the reading and writing of letters and some computation was treasured immensely.

The beasts who entered this town not from the slums, but in the form of being purchased in one, two, three, can generally read and write, and some beasts, such as Leni, can also calculate. In one respect, the administrative processing capacity was above that of a human-centered town. However, Leni and the others, who did not know the subject of the comparison, still thought that there were many problems.

"I'll see if I can do it"

This also includes what Leni calmly calculated.

Few beasts suffer enough wounds not to be able to walk properly as a result of abuse. They had feelings of frustration in that they had not been able to contribute to the development of the town. That was where I heard words from people who were helping Leni with his clerical work, and who were doing shop numbers that didn't move, and I was worried without knowing how to do it among Leni.

If the Beast could use magic, healing magic would also heal the battlefield injured and assist them with ranged attacks. Leni thinks it would comfort their hearts if they were at all confident that they could contribute to the battle to protect the town.

"The sheep... no, you have to call me Leni"

Zanger, who had settled in correctly, bowed his head firmly towards Leni.

"Thank you so much for giving us a place and a role in the Elves who have lost their place of residence. Besides magic, it helps a lot, thank you."

"Nice to meet you"

Xanger, who shook Leni's soft, little hand and hand, had a smile on his face but his anxiety swelled inside.

(I don't know what you're letting such a adorable little kid do... He doesn't know what he's thinking, but these kids want to protect him...)

There is something vain to say about herself abandoning the settlement, but Xanger grinned internally at herself, grabbing Leni's hand firmly with a hand engraved with deep wrinkles.

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The demonic tribe, feathered to confront one, two, three, is slain one after the other by those who were close to one, two, three, regardless of their status.

The short knife, which is wielded with the sound of wind cuts, cuts the arteries of the Demons' throats and legs, protruding into their eyes and choosing their hearts.

From the town of the devil tribe to the area where there is an elf settlement, little by little leaves a good amount of blood.

The number of Demon soldiers running the lead has already been reduced to three.

They belonged in pieces, and stayed until the end because they fled without regard while their companions were being hit.

But the pursuit of one, two, three doesn't miss them.

"Ah!"

Someone screamed briefly and fell to the front.

The soldier, who threw his body from his face to the ground, still running momentum, was growing a short-knife from the back of his neck, which had already run out by the time he fell.

"Yikes."

One, two, three, retrieved by pulling through the knife as he rushed through, gazed at the blade of the knife as he captured the two remaining men in sight.

"Well, normally you do."

Find some little blade spills, and one, two, three squeal small.

The blade is sharp to give that cleavage, a short knife that has not even been protected. Because it's brittle for that matter, no matter how many soft throats and eyeballs you aim at, if you kill dozens of people, the blade will also be missing and fat won't kill you.

"Stab it and you'll be able to use it... well, fine"

Throw a short knife into the Dark Magic Storage and one, two, three of your bare hands will increase your speed even further.

The two remaining knew that this was where the elves were bound. That if you keep going, you'll be dead.

But if a human came to his side for fleeing to pieces, left and right, it was the current situation that the two had to run straight this far, even as they held each other in gaze.

"Ha, ha... looks like you dumped your weapon on that human. I don't have anything in my hand anymore."

When Chirali and the demon tribe who saw behind him said, another turned back just for a moment, confirming the appearance of one, two, three.

"Sure..."

"Without that weapon, wouldn't you two be able to handle it?

To the suggestion, the soldier thought as he ran.

The human figure we saw earlier as chirali, if you think calmly, is one small turn in body compared to our own professional military personnel.

If one of you succeeds in holding down a weapon that can be cut by the horror, that alone will confirm your victory.

"... ok. Let's stop at the right time. I'll hold him down. I need you to disable him."

Copy that.

The soldiers immediately execute their thoughts, trying to set it up while their health remains.

"Let's go...... now!

Next to a soldier who pulled out his sword without turning around, the soldier who proposed an interception unleashed the magic of a fireball.

He was a soldier who regained hold of his sword, aiming for a crack in the fire, but instead of flinching, one, two, three, increases his speed even further.

"What!?

"It's late!"

One, two, and three, who avoided the fireball by trying to jump up, slapped each of the two soldiers in the face, flashing as it were, with both hands.

There's a creaking noise, two eyeballs bursting with impact one eye at a time.

"Bye!

"Guh!"

The soldier who unleashed the magic was kicked even more at the moment of landing and his right leg was slashed to pieces.

A soldier who barely let go of his sword waves his sword desperately in his narrow sight.

"Whoa, if you could fight, you should have done that from the beginning."

One, two, three smiled with a little joy, avoiding the sword that swung vertically and horizontally and backwards in a swinging motion to the left and right.

The soldier decided to ignore the pain in his eyes for now and was now focused on dealing with the crisis in front of him.

Though tired of running, my ankles can still be stomped firmly. I kicked the hard ground and stepped out to overwhelm it with even more force.

In the meantime, the other soldier dragged his leg and fled groaning at the pain, but one, two, and three stand before the soldier who was blind to you and showed his will and strength to fight.

One of the heads is a tall demon soldier, who thoughtfully waves down the sword erected on the upper part of the great stairs, and even if avoided, swings it further into the horizontal giraffe.

One, two, and three, who did so with that low posture, slapped him to chase the back of his hand with the sword as he woke up his body.

"Ugh?

The body of the soldier who was forced to increase the speed of the sword he pulled out and missed stopping the sword spins around.

Grabbing the dewy neck, one, two, three pulled him down so that he could lie on his back as he was.

"Bye."

Just when he saw that there was a head in the place where the stone was buried, one, two, three thoughtfully stepped on the forehead of the demon tribe and slapped him in the head.

The soldier who sprayed his brains ran out after several cramps.

"Well, one more person... hmm?

I wondered if he was still alive, and I heard a horse's hoof slamming the ground in one, two, three ears trying to find a survivor.

"Oh, good. I caught up..."

Are you unfamiliar with horseback riding, Ferres with a tired face and clinging to its hips on horseback was Nyar who had just been stabbed with a knife by one, two, three.

"Look, I'm coming down."

"I'd love to butt ~..."

When I complained, I later followed Nyal down from the horse, and Ferres also got off the horse, bowing his head to one, two, three.

"Captain... I'm here to give you a message from Master Wepal"

"Here, take this..."

Nyar received the parchment that he feared, and one, two, three, checked the contents on the spot.

There was written a cynical tribute to Nyal and Ferres for not killing their men, who once took the form of hostility to Wepal, and for cooperating when they took the throne.

And the ensuing text continues with a recommendation calling for the eviction of the demons from the realm.

"Ha. You've got a thank you note and an exit recommendation coming together."

The two girls waited still, frightened, for one, two, three to finish reading.

Fold the paperwork and throw it into dark magic storage.

Girls are circling their eyes at the speed of magic activation and the rare dark attributes.

"I know what Wepal said. I was going to leave anyway, nothing wrong with that."

Ferres was still looking at one, two, three with a tense look on Nyal's palpable expression of relief on the dialogue of one, two, three.

"Let me tell you something good. There is no longer a bond that will trap you."

I guess it's an honest personality, Nyal floated his joy all over his face, but Ferres still looks frightened.

"How do you know that?

"I heard it in the village of Elves. If I thought about it properly, the people who maintain the bond would have fled.... the wind is blowing from the woods. I guess the junction isn't working already."

"Are you one of the Elves? It's an elf's gesture, so kill the Demons..."

Ferres' gaze looks at the demon soldier who was killed earlier.

"It doesn't matter. The demons, the elves, the beasts, the humans, whoever became my enemy killed him. You pull your weapon out in front of me, too? If you can use magic other than healing, do you want to use magic to target my life?

"... I'll stop. You don't want to confront someone who's laughing when you turn the world against your enemies. However, I would like to thank Master Wepal for his help. Thank you."

"You were in a gang intercepting him, too."

"The target was not informed. I couldn't do anything then, but I will serve Wepal well in the future."

He bowed his head only once, and Ferres gazed at one, two, three.

"I only have healing magic. So I can't fight you. But I can help my people."

"I see, that's a competent thing. Good luck and help Wepal."

"That's what I don't know. Why help Lord Wepard flourish while killing the King and keeping the Demons so dead?

Ferres, with his doubts in his mouth, is shaking just a little when he looks closely.

Behind it, Nyal was grabbing Ferres' clothes with a distinctly frightened face.

"Adjustment."

"Adjustment?"

"Did I say agathion? He was strong. He was the one who could give permission without changing his complexion to one measure that risked his men's lives. If that came out on the table, the elves, humans and beasts would have been unilaterally hit. But if Wepal cares about his people, including his combat skills, he's a human being now, and if they're beasts, he has a lot of means, and he doesn't know the elves. It's best balanced to work with the Beastman... but anyway, now we have the adjustment to fight for a long time"

It was tough, and Ferres was starting to tremble for different reasons, to one, two, three with a distant eye.

"Fight long, what? No way......"

"I'm trying to get you to go to war with the guys who can fight. You have to deflect your power too unilaterally. Somewhere it ends up occupying it all, then it's boring"

Place the knife removed from the storage on your hips and adjust the position.

"The Demons can't hold off on their desire to go outside if they know they're out of boundaries. Humans instinctively seem to have a sense of rejection and fear towards the Demons, Elves and Beasts, and the Beasts originally liked to fight, and if there are still Elves and Beasts towns, they must fight and win externally in order to maintain that brittle connection."

The meal was ready, one, two, three nodded satisfactorily.

"Hey, why are you doing that..."

"Yeah? There's no reason. It's just that then the fight will be fun, right? If everyone works hard to fight, this world develops as a result. The battle will also be more intense if it develops. Sounds good, doesn't it?

To one, two, three answers, Ferres can say nothing more.

"If a spark plays somewhere in the future, the battle against cheats will spread from there. If not, until it moves to be so. So it's a prep period from here on out. I don't know how long."

Gokuri, and Ferres, who made a noise and spit, greeted there, and hurried to ride the horse, and let Nyal pull up and ride behind him, ran the horse to the castle.

"Well, let's get ready, too."

Contrary to where Ferres headed. Towards the place of residence of the elves, one, two, three began to walk.