Summoned Slaughterer

"Mmmm..."

Seeing a piece of parchment, Alyssa was roaring.

In the tent set up for her. Take off your boots, get barefoot, and fall asleep on a layered blanket, which also goes hand in hand with your youthful appearance, making you look very unlikely to be in a position to lead an army.

"One, two, three, are you back?"

What was written was the newspaper of the one, two, three returns brought by the decree that took over the horse from Focarol.

"I haven't done anything for you yet."

In fact, it's been about a week since I laid a formation on a plain near the border, but I didn't do anything but chase Vichy's messenger back, except slap some demons in a group.

Every day, he rotated training, vacation and vigilance in turns, to the extent that Alyssa sometimes appeared on training and vigilance assignments.

Other than not being able to go home, it was no different from what I was doing in Focalol, and the soldiers didn't look nervous and enjoyed the expedition in a soothing manner.

"What have you done?

Mukhale came in boiling water in a bonfire that was made outside.

Seeing Mukale make tea with a familiar hand, Alyssa flickers the paper in her hand, which wakes her body up a bit.

"I hear one, two, three are back in Focalol."

"Oh. Now I wonder where it came from. Hopefully it won't cost me extra money again. More than that, I guess even new residents and slaves are bringing them in. With more people, Palu is in trouble."

It's a joke, but in fact, being a resident invited by the lord himself, there will inevitably be a sudden increase in Palu's work in the role of catering to people from outside, as he will be treated as a guest.

In fact, one, two, three had come home alone, so Palu was sneaking his chest down.

"I wonder if we should go home, too."

"Right......"

Handing Alyssa a cup with tea, Mukale holds his share of the cup in both hands and warms his hands. Through the gentle touch of the tree, heat was transmitted.

"I'm sure Lord, whichever you choose,“ Oh, yes, "and that's it. It's best to be good like Alyssa."

"haha, say it, say it"

Pointed his mouth and cooled the tea, still sipping a little hot tea, Alyssa laughs.

"Shall we go home, then? Everyone will want to go home, and I want to see Mr. One, Two, Three."

To Alyssa's decision, Mukale acknowledged with a complex grin.

"Yes, I did. Quickly, I'll tell everyone."

"Shall we leave early tomorrow morning? I mean, slowly on the road, sweeping the demons."

Oh, and Mukale leaned his neck.

"So your return to Focarol will be a long way off, right?

"Fine, take your time"

Breathe again, watching the tea not dwindle inside.

"I think it's a little dangerous to see Mr. Oliga before Mr. Oliga does."

"Oh......"

I was convinced, but Mukale didn't know if that was a good thing.

But there is no denying that Alyssa and I will be together longer.

(The picnic needs to be enjoyed on the way home)

Mukale, leaving the tent, seemed to have fun with Nico.

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Reports similar to those of Alyssa had reached Origa about a week later.

In a room in the castle that was no longer relaxing as an inn, a female soldier who had been brought from Focarol entered and stretched her spine in front of Origa to report, Rin told her.

"Ma'am, we have received a hurried letter from the Territory"

"Are you in a hurry? Is something wrong?

Oliga, who was writing in the office, put the pen down, which is unusual.

"The lord has returned..."

I was about to tell you, and suddenly I was scratched with paper by an origa that literally flew in front of me.

……

The female soldier sighed in her heart when she opened her eyes and saw Origa squeezing the report with all her strength on all the tears.

(Without this, you would be a lovely wife...)

While I was thinking about it, there was a big tear on the edge of Oliga's eye.

"Oh, Dear One, Two, Three... Well done, you're safe..."

Zero irritation and hold the report strongly in your chest.

Of course, even for Origa, I wasn't worried about the fact that one, two, three was safe, just like Alyssa, in itself. I was more anxious than that that that he, summoned from another world, would not return to the original world with some clap without his knowledge or find a place more comfortable than this one.

Oliga also knows that for one, two, three, he only got "somehow” the territory and the title, and not so obsessive for him.

"This is how I can't want it!

Origa, who folded the paper softly and tucked it into her nostalgia, turned her gaze back to the female soldier who stood still.

"I will return to Focarol immediately."

"Yes, from now on?

"Yeah, I'm going to greet Her Majesty now, so in the meantime, get ready for the carriage. Run through the streets without relaying as much as possible, so prepare it in a storage food center where food is also lightly packed in bulk."

"Yes!

The female soldier slapped her eyes black-and-white into her head, running and leaving the room behind, what she was instructed to do looking straight into her eyes.

"Okay, I'll get ready, too."

"Before I do, can I talk to you for a second?

It was Sabnak, the Kingsguard Knight captain, who gave him a peek through the door the soldiers had left open.

"Peeping into a woman's room without even knocking is a violation of manners, right?

"No, no, the door was open, and I want you to take a big look at that..."

"I don't mind, though."

Hands on cheeks, Origa shakes her neck to the side.

"Tell your wife, Shibula, that Sabnak has peered into the room..."

"I'm sorry!

Origa laughed corny at Sabnak, who bowed his head vigorously until his torso was horizontal with the floor.

"It's a joke. But my wife and I have tea with us sometimes. That's all your status is, and your wife is worried if you don't mind."

I remember your liver.

"So, what can I do for you?

"... I heard that one, two, three survived from the wilderness."

"Oh, the information on Wang's capital on the boulder is fast."

Sabnak scratched his head.

"What the hell are you doing here this time, Mr. Twenty-Three? I thought Oliga knew about it."

When Sabnak sat on the couch prompted by Origa, he put his mouth on the prepared tea.

Look at the Origa sitting gently on the front.

Compared to when we first met, we started to look mostly adults, Sabnak thought. It's not like it's been years, but I wonder if being a man's wife changes a woman that much.

"I'm afraid so."

Origa dropped her gaze on both hands overlaid on her knees.

"We don't have that much information in there. But it doesn't matter what my husband accomplished. It's important that you come home. It's important to see you again."

With that smile, Subnak was accidentally attracted to his gaze.

I feel the dangerous beauty of stopping pressing my beat.

"Oh, is that..."

"That's the thing. Mr. Shibula will be much happier to be home safely than Master Sabnak will be able to put on a flashy medal."

Sabnak looked at Origa with such a bright smile, without being able to say anything.

"What have you done?

"Yes, no. Compared to the first time we met, I thought it was a lot brighter."

"Really?... Yes, it may be"

Oliga took her cup and watched the tea shake.

"As you know, I was a slave. It was bought by a dangerous man who had slaughtered the king, enslaved him from a free adventurer and who was not even from this world without his knowledge. Even though I was trained and avenged, then there was still anxiety ahead"

But I look up.

"As I proceeded to interact with Lady 123, I was more and more attracted to the way it was, and I also gained the happiness I gave up when I became a slave to marriage. I miss being apart, but when I see you again, I think I'll try to be sweet for that."

Dyed his cheeks and made him fall in love with them as they lit up. In front of him, Sabnak laughed bitterly.

"No, no, you're here. One, two, three are amazing people, after all. … so I have one question."

"What is it?

"... One, two, three, what are you up to? I give technical guidance not only to this country, but also to Vichy and Holland, and when I fought that Vichy and Holland opponent, I didn't end up until I destroyed the country. Even though I have that strength."

I know he's not just a saboteur, Sabnak turned a serious eye.

"Even if you like fighting, destruction is not the purpose. I don't mean to help someone. No profit, no status..."

That's all I said, Sabnak noticed that the emotions contained in Origa's gaze were changing.

It was warm to say smile, and tenderness as if watching over the child was manifested in Origa's green eyes.

"... not yet, I can't teach. But when you find out, you'll be delighted, Sabnak and Her Majesty the Queen."

"Joy......?

"Yes, one, two, three, because Her Majesty the Queen is a brave man who has been summoned from another world."

For Sabnak, this was the first time I thought I was heartily scared of a woman's calm smile.

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In the courtyard of the Lordship Hall there is a common well.

It is a very simple structure vertical well that draws water by dropping a fishing bottle that hangs on a pulley, and it is also a place where the lay people of the hall draw water and wash things.

But now there is no everyday tranquil air there, everyone remains silent, sending a glimpse of flirtation to one man who is not always there.

"Come on... I didn't know the time was coming for me to experience cutting my own hands off"

It's funny, and it's one, two, three crouching next to the well.

Awakening from a long sleep, he came to this place with his left hand, which turned into a degenerate and hard tree, on the tip and knife pattern head, as he pushed the prepared meal into his stomach with a mole.

To the man on the cloud who came suddenly, the working men knelt in haste, but when he shook his right hand flickering, "Never mind," he took the bucket that had been placed nearby and pumped plenty of water out of the well.

Then he sat back to the others and began his work.

He began to sharpen his hand like a wooden prosthetic knife.

It was at first that I was scraping the outside of my thumb, saying, "That's a totally wooden carving feeling," etc., as if I were even peeling off vegetable skin, but I started to feel pain from just about a centimeter of carving.

As you brutally wash your knife with bucket of water, looking at the place you cut it off, there's a white mucus-shaped membrane in the shredded area, and blood seeps from underneath it

"You can barely get your fingertips. Is it safe around the bones around the palm of your hand?"

When you scrape your fingers, you scrape the back of your hand or palm and slide the blade around your wrist to the point where it stands out.

"Is it the same as the elves? No, I don't know why it's going so fast."

At first I thought the mucus was pink, but when I stuck my hand in the bucket and washed it, it turned bright white.

Will the skin, the flesh, the bones, the blood, all be replaced by mucus and any of them go stiffened?

Then one, two, three slashed a portion of his forearm.

"You're gonna be okay here."

The thin, red line eventually gives rise to plenty of blood and becomes a muscle of red flow.

Confirming that it was first from his wrist that he was degenerating, one, two, three put the knife down and stared at his left hand.

"You can chop it off... that pill won't cure the defect if it blocks the hole"

There are still a few magic pills left for recovery, but even if they have the effect of blocking the wound, they don't grow lost objects.

Unless you go to the elf forest, you won't progress, and you can stay wooden, etc. One, two, three drip white mucus like thick sap with your right hand.

"And what the hell is this?

When I gripped my right hand with white mucus on it, I felt a slight but non-liquid feeling.

One, two, three noticed something, but looking back in momentum, a few shoulders that happened to be looking up jumped.

"Hey, give me the fire"

"Doh, go ahead!

Turning to the fire prepared to boil the water, one, two, and three put their left hands together.

"If it's what I think it is..."

Watch your broiled and blackened left hand as you make a sound and hear it explode from the firewood.

"Oh, you mean..."

The white mucus, which was visible from the mutilated wound, lost moisture before touching the flame, and the white figure remained intact, falling into the right hand of one, two, three, like salad and sand.

The white sand constituted the body of Agathion, the former king of the demons, and two melons.

Unexpectedly, the end of one, two, three mouths hung.