Summoned Slaughterer

"What are they thinking!

Rarely, Imeraria slapped the desk.

Sabnak, who has come to tell the situation, has also pulled his mouth together to give him the same look of anger as Imeralia.

At the same time as we received the report of the fall of King Sprungel of Horland, we received a communication that a coalition of nobles led by Count Aspirqueta had marched towards Horland.

"The war with Holland is over! One, two, three defeated Prince Wang, who was attacking our country, and it's over!

He lowered his back to the chair abusively, sipped only one cup of tea, and breathed.

"International students are sent to Focalol and instructors are also going from Focalol to Holland. Besides, just after the death of the king of the other country..."

"That's a big problem."

"Don't say it like any other HR, Mr. Subnak"

Already, and Imeraria headed to the paper at hand and put a pen tip on the ink kettle.

"Are there... eight aristocrats in tune with the Earl of Aspirqueta..."

While looking at the names of the participating nobles in the report and the number of soldiers participating in the war, add up the number of soldiers.

Indeed, they mobilized as many as 500 troops and took about a tenth of their “escorts” to the border with Zorozolo.

Imeralia, who felt a headache, pressed between her eyebrows and pinched them hard with her thin fingers.

"Have you mobilized most of the soldiers in your territory?

"Probably. The aim would be a complete Holland occupation. My brother-in-law (too)... No, Count Billon will hold back... but he will probably be pushed out because of the difference in numbers"

"Perhaps the previous nightmare of the Second Knights will be replicated by scaling up"

Imeraria, who nodded back at Subnak's predictions, puts the trick and the tip of the pen on the paper. The black stain spread.

"... you're not. There is no one, two, three this time."

"There's going to be a war. Aren't you going to rush into battle?

"You can't be as optimistic as you'd expect that. And the same thing will happen again, even if we solve it in a way that relies on him."

To the words of Imeraria, Subnak questioned.

"And what do you say?

"I looked familiar with the names lining up on this list, so I've been thinking about it, but I finally remember"

Imeraria's eyes, raised from the paperwork, were grieving.

"It's your mother's... previous queenies. After your mother died, you and I were bitterly complained about every incident."

When told of influence, it was equal without, but Imeraria sighed. Although it is the mountain of Sekiyama that says disgust on the floor and elsewhere, the disgust was plain stressful.

"Probably."

Imeralia, who placed the pen, looked up to the ceiling.

"I guess you're trying to counter one, two, three. Don't you think if you raise the medal, you can regain your say? You know that I have not been able to deal with one, two, three, so if there is any martial arts above that one, two, three, you will also be able to hold me down."

And things like using the person who will be our puppet as my king's mate will be the aim, says Imeraria.

"I don't know... With all due respect, all you can say is shallow wisdom"

Sabnak shook his head.

"Sometimes that shallow wisdom inspires other nobles."

"… and how shall we deal with it"

"We will now deprive the Earl of Aspirqueta and the nobles who have aligned themselves with and marched against him. All members of that family should be detained. The treatment will be decided later. Count Aspirqueta, the Lord, and all other principals of participating aristocracy, designate themselves as public enemies of our country. Prohibit all aristocrats from hiding them, and punish those who disobey."

"Ha! I understand that."

To Sabnak, who rang his heels and corrected his posture, Imeraria went on to say even more.

"Mr. Sabnak, I would like to ask you to form a force to track down the rebels and stop the damage done to Holland, including the Kingsguard. Let us focus on speed, and let us also talk about getting numbers from nobles passing through the territory on the road."

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"And I will direct the pursuit."

"... Huh?

Ignoring the confusion of Subnak, Imeralia stood up.

"Because you think of me as a woman and you look sweetly at me, you see people acting like this. Let me show you that you can fight me too."

I'm sure the opponent I want to show off is not a rebellious nobleman, and Sabnak felt like he had seen the yearly side of Immelalia on the inside, only slightly soothed.

but I can't even say that.

"There is no such thing as my military uniform, so right...... horseback riding clothes would be good. You can take command from the horse. When we're ready, we'll line up and leave."

Unable to stop Imeralia, who was completely motivated, Subnak was in a great hurry to choose the elite to form a convoy.

"... Speaking of"

Imeraria remembered something and crushed it with a potpourri.

"Nergal, the successor of King Sprungel, was studying in Focalor..."

Reminding him of something quite important, Imeraria called Sabnak, who was about to leave the room.

"Is it possible that the other nobles know about Mr. Nergal's location and position?

"Well... I'm not particularly secretive, for example, if you are a nobleman whose body is studying and traveling to Focarol, you may know"

To that word, Imeraria turned a blind eye to the list of rebels she was looking at earlier.

"… If I were to do something, I would at least try to stop anyone who might be the flag that holds Holland together."

To the nodding subnak, Imeralia continues with her face raised.

"Besides, you will have some sort of foothold against Dear One, Two, Three. If you can't deal with them directly, use someone close to you…"

For just a few seconds, Imeraria, who circled her thoughts, slapped the list on her desk.

"Please contact Mr. Midas. Tell him to lead a horseback squad of only about ten knights and head for Focarol immediately. If I can rendezvous with Mr. Origa on the way, I'd like her escort, too. If you are Midas, you will be suited because you both know Mr. Oliga and I have heard that you are a knight who can respond flexibly."

Copy that, sir.

Nevertheless, we both didn't really think Oliga would be kidnapped or murdered. However, I was worried that the area I didn't really want to stimulate would be touched.

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The end of King Sprungel's period was one of serenity, though never to be seen by anyone.

During dinner, the squire escorted him into the bedroom red-handed, enjoying wine from the Orthon Grande, which arrived from Negar while studying in Focarol.

Sprungel, who was already old, often slept with his pet princess depending on his mood, but basically preferred to sleep slowly alone.

Even on this day, no voice was heard from any of the few pet princesses, who fell asleep alone.

And I never woke up again.

From the scream of a samurai who came to wake the king the next morning, the noise spreads instantly.

Bad timing was the absence of such a powerful man in the castle, as well as the absence of his successor, Nergal. Besides, a private merchant walking in and out of a samurai's scream heard it.

The king's death spread beneath the castle without a stopper, and quickly spread out of the country from merchants entering and leaving.

Those involved in national politics became bloody eyed by the work in the castle to take the lead, and rumors of the collapse of kings flowing into the private sector spilled out as facts, without anyone being able to stop them.

Naturally, information flows from those who were infiltrating from the Orson Grande.

And information arrived at the castle that Orson Grande had marched to a place where no one could do anything.

"Now, there is nothing else that has brought you here. There was talk of soldiers heading to our country from your brother's homeland. About that."

In a royal castle without the Lord, an old man of Sprungel's age, in his capacity as Minister of the Interior, slowly began to speak to the person he called.

"My country is with your country… it is my belief that peaceful and progressive exchanges have been achieved following the unfortunate clashes with your brothers' masters"

It highlights in particular the close relationship between one, two, three and the focarols it receives. It is less rhetorical, like it was aimed at restraint, but the person has not noticed.

That's all, I can't afford it.

"You're right, Minister."

In contrast, it was a strangely named man named Ma Kalme who was entrusted with the captain of the teaching team sent to Holland who returned the answer. One, two, three asked me if Carme was my last name, and I was a civilian with no family name or anything, and I answered that they were both names and they immediately remembered their names.

As a soldier, he was lightly dressed, wore only a leather breastplate, and was deposited when entering the castle, but usually hangs a large knife and clasp on his hips jarring.

The barren beard stands out, the appearance of a crude image, but I observe something and the surroundings carefully and make quick choices of action, so I do it softly to coach someone and lead a small number of troops.

"I guess that's why our general... Count Toono sent us here.... So, what's wrong with that?

"Gu..."

Asked directly from the front, the minister bit his back teeth.

If you make a wrong choice here, the Teaching Corps could be an invading force as it is.

"Shit, let's be honest. I want you to be strong enough to convince the soldiers sent from your brother's country to avoid combat."

"Huh. Is that persuasive..."

I scratched my short pruned hair and Ma Carme roared.

"Well, you'll have Count Billon on the Orson Grande border. Whatever you think, it won't be the princess', whoa, what Her Majesty thinks it is."

In the words of Ma Kalme, the minister gave an expression of relief.

But Ma Kalme goes on.

"Well, it won't be worth it. Because I'm just treating you like a fool, unless you even raise it to a fancy effect like our general. You won't be able to pull it until you're forced to push it through and achieve a certain amount of success."

Something, you must have had a chance, so you won't give up until you have the results of it, Ma Kalme continued.

"So... so, your brothers..."

To the frightened looking minister, Ma Carme grinned with a zalari stroke of her jaw.

"I can't convince you, but we can fight."

Ma Kalme, who took a piece of parchment out of her nose, showed it hanging like a pinch with her right hand.

"Count Billon is requesting rescue, isn't he?" I beg for help in dealing with those who seek to harm Count Billon and hence Orson Grande. "We can't say no to these rhetoric."

Hey, I'm in. I laugh.

"Besides,"

Though smiling, its eyes emitted a sharp light.

"We trained the Holland soldiers so hard, we didn't have to fight like this."

When the shit threw up, I went back to my original smile.

"I'll rent you a place around the border, so you should be ready for when we get hit. Well, I'll try not to."

The minister was just staring at Ma Kalme, who left with a high laugh, as her arms rang in action for a long time.

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"Well, is that old man dead?"

"No formal report has come, but there is probably no doubt about it. We can't just wait for the rest of the report, so it depends on once we want to go home..."

Having received news of Sprungel's death, Nergal visited the Lords' Palace, where one, two, three were first.

I don't want to rush home, but I also don't leave the land without saying no to local representatives than I am studying abroad as a national policy.

"Fortunately, some of the escorts are bringing them from Holland, as well as horses and carriages. I'm thinking of hurrying back first."

Originally, Nergal, who is in a position to succeed the king, is supposed to be superior to one, two, three, who is nothing but an aristocrat in the Orthon Grande, but the other attitude is completely reversed.

One, two, three, one. There was also the fear that he had been hit so hard by one person, but because he was comfortable with what he was able to learn in Focalor, there was one side to it.

"I will try not to inconvenience you, but if we can build on what we have learned here and steer the Holland in the right direction,"

Having completed a full greeting, Nergal greeted him, "I'll see you again," and left Phocarol.

"You're a serious guy. I wish I didn't mind going home."

One, two, three, who had not exactly grasped his influence, left his body behind the back of the couch, lifting his arms overhead and stretching his spine.

"Mm-hmm... Vichy's side won't move either. This could wait a while until the noise starts."

The baked sweets were poured in with tea, and one, two, three, did not even try to hide the yawn.

"It's peaceful, I'm bored. I said, you can't even move from me... why don't you go to Pulfras' workshop for a second?"

One, two, three, who decided to work in the development of her weapon without moving her body, slammed her knife into her waist and left slowly.

But that evening, the whole focalo will be noisy.

Alyssa was taken to the Lordship Hall, wounded.