Summoned Slaughterer

When each of the remaining elves in the woods returned armed to the point of contact with the demon tribe, the demon tribe corpse that was supposed to be there was disappearing.

"Oh, that...?

"Hey, there's no such thing as a demon clan."

Hearing stories of demonic tribes appearing, and knocking them down by just two, the elves, who had gained momentum, stared at the two people they had contacted earlier.

"No, no, it's true! See?"

"Oh, he was definitely a demon, and he killed him with our magic. Definitely a place too. Look, there's a blood trail, right?

Over the pointed spot, the alley just appropriately evened, there are certainly black marks that seem to be bloodstains.

If you look closely, it was stretching snugly toward the woods beside you, like a faint drag of blood.

"... over there, you keep going"

"Let's make sure. If the Demons are still alive, it would be troublesome if they could escape. There's no doubt it's a serious injury, so if we find it, we'll all shoot in the magic and stop it."

All eight elves who had come on the spot agreed to the proposal.

Together, we keep each other on guard while we walk.

Those who remained were either good at magic or confident that the demons could fight even when they came. But no one has ever actually fought. It was long before they were born that the elves hunted down the demons and drove them to his land.

"That's...!

Moving on for about five minutes, someone pointed to the forest trees as they became much narrower and dimmer.

There, I saw someone crouching down and doing some work with Momozo.

"No, we..."

The leading elf tried to say that he was different from the demon tribe he had seen, but three elves who mistakenly thought he was a connecting enemy activated magic at once.

"Fuck you!"

"You demon people! Don't come out there!

With evil spitting in his mouth, it was the blade of the wind and the electric shock, and the magic of the stone debris that were unleashed.

Every attack hits something, bounces, and makes a fierce noise.

"All right!"

Someone held my fist and screamed.

At the next moment, everyone hears a voice different from their peers.

"What's“ good ”? Stupid bastard."

The voice ends. No, no, the magical elf's neck plucked off.

The person cut was desperate, with a strange look at him turning suddenly.

"Ugh, wow!

Surprised and shouted at the sudden death of his companion was the young man of the elf who unleashed the magic, as did the elf who had his neck cut off.

A knife pierces the chest of a young man looking at his rolling neck so that it is sucked in.

"Ugh...?

Zuluri, and a knife are pulled out, and a young man is holding his pocky, empty chest by his hand, but the drool and the massive amount of blood that runs out of him overflows from the gap between his fingers.

When the young man lost his mind and fell, the remaining six hurried to distance themselves.

"to, human......?!

It was one, two, three, not the Demons, that the elves attacked.

One, two, three, who wiped the knife with a pocket, stands in dew of displeasure.

"I interrupted people's experiments, and I even destroyed them."

One, two, three, gave it with a knife was the body of a demon tribe that was made into a shield for a magical attack and became like a borough rag.

"An experiment?

Found a new body of the demon tribe on the side of the road, one, two, three, noticed that the trees around them were unique to the elf forest, unlike the demon tribe's place of residence, and they were tempted to try to see if the blood of the demon tribe, which seemed to make the elves and ancestors alike, also had an effect on this tree.

He dragged the body and rolled it to a place where the trees were dense.

I was crouching in and working on it because I didn't get much blood anymore, so I was trying to cut open the front of my body to make it easier for me to see the changes.

But an elf who came with a few people suddenly shot at the magic, so he threw it away to reflexively shield it.

"I just had an incision because of it, and this is it. If it's a wind or a stone, it's still burning with lightning strikes. You won't be able to use it."

When the elves looked closely at the demons' bodies, the chest was torn open, the sternum was broken, the abdomen was also cleaved to the cross, and the guts were burned by lightning strikes to raise the skunk and smoke.

"Oh, yeah, yeah!

Someone threw up intolerably and about two people got stuck with it and smashed the contents of their stomachs.

"Oh my God..."

"There were three magics. Who's the other one?

From the direction of killing, you or you, point in turn.

The gaze of the remaining elves gathered in one man who unleashed a thunderbolt.

"You."

"Wait! Oh, no, not me!

The man's words could not stop the movement of one, two, three.

Left to anger, the knife, struck down like lightning from the great upper section, slit his nose, lips and order from between his brows, sliding through his sternum, slashing and tearing his belly vertically into one letter.

"Ahhh......"

Though he picks up his overflowing bowels with his bloody face diligently, one, two, three look down with cold eyes in front of a man watching his gut slip through between his null and his arm with a desperate face.

"You guys were done experimenting in the elves. That's a waste of time."

When he stuck only a knife cut in the man's throat and broke his trachea and carotid artery, one, two, three threw away the knife wiped pocket.

The remaining elves also decided to abandon the forest at this moment.

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The wife of a hero, which means that there were surprisingly many people who wanted to meet Oliga, who was staying in the Wang capital, and the inn where he was staying had received invitations such as night clubs from merchants and nobles, as he did every day.

Origa had turned down all of that, although she had replied to everything at first. The only thing I could do was show my face at a night club in the royal castle, not even attend a dance and just say hello, to the extent that I left on the way.

According to the biological nobles, they were also the object of disdain because of the rise of the civilian population and the wife of the former slave, but there were also a certain number of people in the nobility who appreciated their attitude as wives, as well as their proximity to the queen, their previous battles and the reasons for refusal were also passed by "I want to refrain from participating as much as possible until my husband returns home safely".

"To be honest, sometimes it's just a hassle."

"... you'll talk to me soon enough."

Sitting opposite Imeraria and leaning over a cup of tea, Origa wore a thin blue dress and, by appearance, was sufficiently elegant as a nobleman of the kingdom. It was also twice or three times that a successor to a nobleman who did not know who she was could be stopped around trying to speak up about which nobleman's maid.

"I have decided that my time will be spent for my husband. My husband doesn't want it, such as a deep connection to the nobility there. And a lot of people look at me with nasty eyes."

"For that, I see you've come to a night club at the Royal Castle."

"Oh, he's the one my husband took care of. Now that my husband can't move, it's my wife's job to do the in-laws instead."

Origa, who placed the cup, grinned.

"To Her Majesty the Queen, I am very grateful. Thanks to Your Majesty, I have been able to meet one, two, three, and to get out of a situation I can't help but gain the strength to avenge."

"Oh? The person who fooled Mr. Origa is no longer..."

"Yeah, I killed him"

The word that he had killed showed on the edge of his sight that the samurai, who had prepared a replacement for tea, trembled in a freak, but continued to work in the way that he heard nothing, and Imeralia decided to work later.

"But whoever instructed it is alive"

"... if that word was referring to Viscount Haagenti, it disappeared with the dew of the prison"

Oliga opened her eyes more to the words of Imeraria.

"Has Your Majesty been instructed?

"Yes, of course."

Surprisingly, Origa was heartily surprised.

Ever since I was an adventurer in the Wang capital, I have had the image that my appreciation of Imeraria is, to put it well, gentle, or worse, sweet as an exchanger.

Treat the civilian population at ease and give charity to the poor.

It may be fine as a person with it, but as a royalty, I thought I had no choice but to be regarded as “dreamy.”

"It is only natural that when you become the queen who bears this country, not the princess who has no responsibility whatsoever, who just waits to marry you somewhere, you make the choice of rounding up in the interest of the country. … I'm still uncomfortable somewhere, but I'm aware that I have to."

"Wonderful."

Hiding a surprise look in his smile, Oliga praised him with her hands together so that she could hold her thin fingers together in front of her chest.

"But my revenge opponent is not one of the Viscount's men."

Huff, and Oliga, who laughs with her mouth down, seems adorable even from Imeraria, a woman.

If you don't know who it is, you also know that the young men of nobility want to speak up.

"It's Vichy itself. It is also unforgivable to have opened the battlefield against Lady 123, but it is clear that it was Vichy who worked behind the corrupt nobility of the Orthon Grande. My ultimate goal is for all of Vichy's central committee to become corpses."

As if the girl speaks her dreams, Origa turns Dos Black Vengeance into Word.

"So now that Mr. Alyssa and the others are leading the army on the Vichy border, Mr. Oliga has the instructions?

By contrast, Imeralia can't smile.

He turned his suspicious gaze and Origa laughed again.

"That's what my husband ordered. The demons are getting stronger, so if you're ready, you're told to run a massive eviction operation to get rid of them."

"So revenge on Vichy is..."

"I've asked my husband. It's surprisingly difficult to destroy a country simply because of an attack from outside."

Imeraria, who had studied history, nodded, enough to be the word.

"Many of the causes of the country's loss are internal problems. Conflicts, plagues, etc. are absorbed or destroyed where the country is exhausted and cohesion is lost."

In fact, Orson Grande also has a history of swallowing several small nations in its past history. Some of them may have become one of the urban states forming Vichy if they remained, but Imeraria also remembered that the Kingdom's records were inspired by famine and the financial collapse caused by the chaotic management of the exchangers.

"But now Vichy interacts amicably with Focarol, and I think he generally maintains stability as a group of urban states..."

"Oh, there's something odd about you continuing to confront a nation on a scale that I don't know about just one place."

"... what are you going to do?

Reminded of what Origa calls a rival state, Imeraria looks bitter and asks questions.

"I only sent you one letter. Of course, this is also about getting permission from my husband and getting advice. And then I thought I'd give you a glimpse of high vision while you continue your research into sealed magic."

I shall now return to the study, and to Oliga, who stood up, Imeraria could not, after all, hear the contents of the letter.