Summoned Slaughterer

Pursan declared his independence from Vichy, the Union of Urban States.

Minoson, who became its first head of state, had always been cornered from the time the state was founded. Though independent, Vichy, who thought it would collapse, is still alive and is even beginning to interact with Phocarol, who should have been hostile.

In contrast, Pursan is distant from the focarol that should form a friendly relationship, and many people and things come in late. Lords of Focarol, who relied on them, one hundred and twenty-three, say they have even been away from their own territory for a long time, rather than friendly interactions.

In that, Minoson, who asked for measures to crack down on the situation, the information was corrupt so that it entered frequently. The office is still being visited today by a message from someone who is dispatching to the Focarol side.

"... on the border between Vichy and Orson Grande, the Focarol's lead soldiers are deployed," he said?

He rubbed his completely skinny cheek and Minoson turned his gaze to the transmission that brought the information back. The neighborhood is engraved in black around its eyes.

"To be precise, I was wondering if I should say I was stationed. It doesn't mean we're laying a line against Vichy. Its purpose is to respond to the ferocious demons and protect the territory."

Minoson's face with an impatient expression, but the decree, which I have become accustomed to seeing, lightly explains the situation.

"In fact, fierce person-shaped demons have been identified in the area and damage has been done in the guild in the area in question, and this action seems to be a request from the guild as well"

"The guild, huh? Normally, you ask the Alliance for a demon out of the hands of a soldier, but not at all."

laughed outrageously, Minoson put the papers from the investigators on his desk.

"Come to think of it, if the word" normal ”or“ normal ”makes sense to someone, they would never have made Vichy so disastrous, would they..."

Minoson, who kept his back in the chair, dropped his cloudy eyes on the floor.

I can sigh.

"... set up a unit of about fifty men and rendezvous with the Focarol army. He said he would work together for peace in the region, so that he could be somewhat forceful."

"Ha..."

I didn't know where that was intended, and the decree returned a half-response.

"If the Lords of Focarol are opponents whose common sense doesn't work and who don't know what to do, I'll at least force them to do a joint operation to look close to Vichy. Whatever Focarol meant to do, if Vichy decides that Pursan and Focarol are friendly, that's fine."

Minoson muttered his little words, not to anyone, if at least let them use it.

Seeing that, the man of the decree felt that our Head of State had faded.

If it was still the time Pursan was an urban state, Minoson would have had a longer-term plan, and made moves to seal it up within that plan, such as Focarol, which is roughly nothing more than a region.

Minoson may have been broken by the tyranny of ignoring politics that led to Focalor leaping forward, which betrayed his own predictions.

"We don't have time. So that as soon as we can organize, we can leave."

I'll tell the military.

"Oh......"

"Excuse me."

As he left the room and walked to the building where the military command was located, the decree was turning his thoughts around.

"We just rendezvous anyway, and we're only dealing with troublemakers or waste of rice because in Pursan and Focalol we're a difference in cloud mud, both technically and tactfully. Sounds good when it comes to help for peace, but will the Vichy raccoons take it decently by doing so?

As a result of the sluggish distribution, prices rose and shops that also remained closed on streets that were downtown became more prominent.

Whether the voice of the guests is small and reaches the ears of those who go on the road stirred by strong winds.

People's expressions are dark. I am so physically and mentally tired of the situation in the invisible countries ahead that I do not think I have just become independent.

"What if the military says something or an impression? Now the people are actually frightened by the possibility of starvation. Shouldn't we do something about this first..."

The stopped man sees people's faces and gets delayed in his thoughts.

"... Okay, I've made up my mind"

The man who walked out again began walking to the military command again.

But what the man who eventually followed him to the command told his opponents in the upper ranks of the army was nothing like Minoson's words.

"This is a directive from the Head of State. He said to form a unit of about ten men, head to Orson Grande, and ask the Queen to see him. I will accompany you as ambassador."

If you say it's hard to interact with someone you don't have common sense with, just negotiate with someone you think you can talk to. The man in the preaching decided to boldly and unauthorized try the ambassador of Pursan.

"Let's hurry. Perhaps there's not much room."

The decree that issued the word itself did not know which was the time until it was discovered by the Head of State or the time until the fall of Pursan.

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"Yo."

"Oh, that... Ri, lord!?

"Give the horse a break. You've been on a long journey, so I should feed you something delicious."

Focarol's entrance, one, two, three, which suddenly appeared on a ride before the interrogation, jumped off the horse in a flicker, handing over the reins to the confused soldier and just walked into town.

The soldier, who saw the face of a horse rattling his nose with a blurb and saw the rear of the next departing lord, saw the face of his colleague at the end.

Immediately, though, I was distracted.

"... Huh?

"It's fine here, take the horses as the lord says"

"Ah, yes!

The soldier, confused with the reins in his hand, walks toward the castle stables with a horrified horse, told by his boss.

If you want to scratch a horse with some kind of clap, you don't know what you're going to do.

The horse was grown up because of his tiredness, and he slowly walked away to match the soldier, looking at the familiar city landscape in a nostalgic way.

"Oh man, it's been peaceful here for a while. There's gonna be another commotion, isn't there? Now that Secretary Alyssa is absent, if it were to be a battle, would the Lord direct command..."

This soldier, who falls under the security of the town, is the oldest soldier who came from the Wang capital as a Focarol leader and now holds the title of platoon leader.

He has also participated in the battle in Arosale and has witnessed enemy soldiers slain by one, two, three.

"No, you're not. That wasn't a command or anything. That was just a massacre."

All I did was clean up after, and the soldiers who saw the platoon leader with a dry laugh had their necks hanging wondering what was wrong.

One, two, three. I hear cheers coming from the direction they were headed.

I guess the people of the city are springing up on the safe return of their lords. Because of the rapid increase in population, the city has a very small proportion of people who know the battle of one, two, three. As a storytelling grass, platoon leaders have also heard stories told in city taverns and so on, but most of them were beautified.

"The return of the lord,"

On the frightening side, I wondered if he would be thrown in the middle of that frenzy again, and the platoon captain remembered how his heart felt twitching. The Vichy offense and the Holland expedition were tough but fun.

Peace now, but it is also a little exciting to see that unscrupulous battle up close again.

"Well, do you work"

I wonder what will happen next, the platoon captain was beginning to enjoy the situation.

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"Welcome home"

"Oh, I've been asleep for a while, just leave me alone"

"Yes, sir."

The officials around them look round at one, two, three and Kym, who talk like a daily routine of nothing.

I was also surprised by the lord who had returned without a foretaste, but also by Kym, who welcomed him as if he had returned from the routine.

The Lordship Hall was both inside and out, and inside it was only minimal noise with explanations from the staff who knew that one, two, three would rest, but along the streets from the front of the Lordship Hall to the city, people were gushing with joy as they conveyed the return of the Lordship to their mouths.

"You've made a fuss"

"That would be right. I know what it's like to make a scene."

Douergal responded with an eyebrow to Paru's words as he watched the right and left officials.

It's an unprecedented thing to come back into the wilderness alone. Even if there had been one, two, three battles, some of the residents would have thought they would not be able to safely return to the boulders from the wilderness, and some of the others might not have believed the story itself that they had headed to the wilderness.

"For that, Mr. Douergal is calm."

"... when you're floating around, you can calm down the other way around."

"I see."

Even while they were talking, the officials under Kym's direction were calming the residents.

Apparently, he's going around telling the lord to rest quietly today because he'll announce the situation even tomorrow. In addition, there seems to be a saying to encourage work until then, as the return celebration will be a grand one.

"You know what, you decide that on your own."

"Isn't that good? I didn't say who would announce it, so we just need to hear and announce Mr. Kym's story about the lord. I haven't heard a word from a clerk about a lord coming out to celebrate."

Duergal scratched his head and laughed at Palu's words, which picked up the contents of the officials' story as he wrote down some paperwork.

"Palu, you've grown stronger inside too."

"Really? More than that, the city will be boiling for a while now, so tell them not to fail to prepare their products, especially for preferences."

And Palu looked up at Duergal and laughed nicely.

"You need manpower to prepare for that, right? There's still a new influx, so make more and more posts, right?

Furthermore, Palu had to send out a letter, he continued.

"Letter?"

"To your wife."

Paru is referring to his wife as Oliga.

"Why again?"

"Because I don't want you to get mad at me. I wish your wife would have known that we were silent about the return of the lord..."

"Good, let's get horses and manpower out of the army. Speed is paramount, and I'll arrange for you to be able to bring your wife home on the way home. Prepare the letter, please!

Pallu laughed softly when he saw Duergal behind him as he ran away from something.

"We have to get it out to Secretary Alyssa."

It was a busy thing, and Palu went back to his office in a light foothold.

One, two, three. The report of the return quickly spread throughout the town.

The growing proportion of the city's people do not know one, two or three faces, and their appearance is a young man with dark eyes, masterfully manipulating thin swords and spreading stories about glamorous defeats of enemies.

The return of the hero was directly linked to the revitalization of the city, and the lights never went out of the taverns all over the city that day, even in the middle of the night.

However, the expected lord's words will not be announced the next day or the day after, and disturbing rumors began to flow into the city.

In fact, by then, one, two, three had finally woken up from a long sleep.

One, two, three, sat aguarded on the bed, staring at his left hand and scratching his head with his right hand.

Oh, my God.

All the fingertips of his left hand at the end of his gaze were firmly degenerate to the second joint.

As if it were a hard tree.