Summoned Slaughterer

Leaving Orson Grande early in the morning, Origa had loaded the carriage with tons of souvenirs and was in a great hurry to go for Focarol.

"So, what can I do for you?

"And can you stop the carriage anyway!

"I refuse"

Side by side with a running carriage hitting the streets was Midas, a horse-driving knight.

On the orders of Imeraria, he chose ten knights, who, on horseback, left the king's capital and the next day was able to catch up with Origa, who had just left the small town in which he had lodged.

"I must return to my husband as soon as possible. You can't waste a second working as a wife."

Origa, who took herself to the podium, is also a pale response to Midas' desperate call.

"Now, just keep asking"

No matter how many civilians, I cannot leave so strongly against Oliga, who is now the Countess.

Setting up a decent place for conversation gives up early and continues the conversation while manipulating and walking the horse.

"The king of Horrant was defeated, and some nobles in our country who heard the news, led the army towards Horrant."

"Really? But this is the other side, isn't it? Vichy, are you telling me there's movement on your side, too?

No, Midas shakes his head.

"There are three things of concern to Her Majesty in relation to all the focarols in this case"

"In our territory?

In the noise of the wheels of a ragged carriage, Origa's voice passes wonderfully well.

Let me ask you something.

Still, Origa doesn't even show the bare gesture of stopping the carriage.

Midas is forced to convince himself that this will either lead him to Focalor or that he will join Nergal, who seems to be headed for the Wang capital, and continue to walk side by side, caring for the horses.

"One is about Nergal-sama, who is studying at Focarol. Regardless of Focarol territory, the rebellious aristocrat's hands could be on their way here. The second is the presence of Focarol Territorial soldiers currently stationed within the Holland and providing tactical guidance. They're in a critical situation right now."

"What is the third?"

"It's you, Countess."

On a swinging horse, Midas balances well.

"Uncle Toono's strength is well known, but we should like to avoid the Count's intervention as much as possible. Because Her Majesty's prediction is that the nobles targeting Holland should aim to show strength and increase their say over Her Majesty by being more effective than the Count"

"Do something stupid. You think His Majesty sees the effects of one, two, three and uses them heavily?

"From them, it must have looked that way."

Riga threw up and threw up.

"The prosperity of Phocarol and the strength of his speech to His Majesty are all because he is one, two, three, and where the others have done the same, what's the point?"

"I agree, and Her Majesty is supposed to prescribe this matter as treason and punish it accordingly. Nevertheless, we must avoid any harm to Holland's heir to the throne within the Orson Grande."

I don't know if it will be the same unit or a separate unit, but sending Origa's escort and Nergal safely to Holland was Midas' mission this time. The plan is to safely send Oliga to the territory and join Nergal once to accompany him to the King's Capital, where he will be escorted by even more knights and soldiers.

"I understand the circumstances. But I don't need an escort."

"But... in case the Countess has anything, Count Toono..."

"Ugh."

Midas tilted her neck at the grin of Oliga that she couldn't stand the freakiness.

"Anything?"

"If I were killed, do you think my husband would take revenge?

"Well, naturally..."

"Impossible."

"Hey, what..."

Oliga, who laughs up the edge of her mouth all the way, leaks a suspicious laugh from her thinly open lips.

"Because that doesn't make it“ hostile ”to Dear One, Two, Three. Hostilities to my husband, whether or not they showed a willingness to attack me, and I guess they don't even care what happens to me or anything. Of course, not if you know you're that strong of an opponent. At least it doesn't make sense where you're held hostage."

Midas squeezed the reins in silence.

"And that's unpleasant."

Hmm, exhale like a mockery.

"I was the first to receive the martial arts of battle from Lady One, Two, Three, right? Is it so easy to take hostages? In case you get caught, if there's anything you can do to touch anybody but that one, I'll use any hand to bring it to justice."

"Wow, I get it. So I'm referring to the troops being dispatched to Holland..."

"Don't worry about that either."

stroking the iron fan, Origa replied rustling.

"They are not as good as I am, either, but they are well guided by Dear One, Two, Three. You will destroy the enemy properly."

I'll rest a little, if you want to follow me, Midas didn't have long to speak to Origa, who said and pulled into the carriage.

"Which of these“ enemies "do you mean..."

The words crushed like solitaires were cancelled by the sound of hooves and wheels.

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Ma Kalme, the leader of the Focarol Leadership Teaching Unit, had a formation on the Orthon Grande side of the border with ten troops. The soldiers of both countries have temporarily retreated from the fort, which serves as a border passage.

The Orson Grande soldiers were all standing by in a barracks nearby, and the Holland soldiers were rushing to prepare in case the enemy troops broke in.

Only five projectiles are deployed by Ma Kalme and others.

And they are all equipped with clam sickles and Japanese sword-style single-edged swords, wearing simple armor.

There, a single preacher ran his horse in.

"Focarol folks, we have a letter from Count Billon! Who is responsible?

It's me.

Ma Kalme came out a moment before the decree descended the horse and received a parchment that was tri-fold.

He cleverly opens it with his left hand and his right hand remains touched by the clavicle of his hips.

With that, the decree already learned that Ma Kalme and the others were in a state of war, wrapped around their tongues. How many people will be present not only in the Orthon Grande, but also in other armies, armed at a time when the enemy is not yet in sight, about the Focarol territorial army, and who do not fail to be vigilant until against the decree?

Even though he said he was suspected, the decree was impressed with the man who had grown the inert beard in front of him.

"I see."

Ma Kalme was in her own nostalgia.

"I'll get this letter. For once, it's necessary to protect us."

I laughed nicely. I don't have one more front tooth of Ma Kalme.

"Apparently, Mr. Biron is going to fight alone in his own army."

"Yes. Sometimes your troops are small, and it will be difficult to deal with five hundred..."

"Don't do that."

"What?"

No, no, waved Ma Carme, pointing her mouth.

"Five hundred is the opponent, even if you collect all of Biron-sama's troops, it's less than the same number, right?

The decree nodded and affirmed.

"Then even if you hit it decently, you'd be the one to lose terrible damage. Unless you're fighting five hundred opponents for five grand."

"But you're only eleven, aren't you?

"We're not gonna fight from the front, are we? If my men get hit, me and my people will all be pissed off by Secretary Alyssa."

I raised my index finger and Ma Kalme cut out that I had one favor to ask.

"What is it?

"I have one suggestion to make. I want you to help me destroy my enemies without causing as much damage as possible to Mr. Biron's soldiers."

"Now let me tell the Count."

Seeing that the decree quickly retrieved the writing instrument, Ma Kalme explained the operation to completion.

"I see..."

"Hopefully, the damage will be minimal. There's a lot of people out there, so I'm gonna need your help."

"Roger that. I'll tell Count Billon directly."

"Please."

He shook his hand with disappointment and Ma Carme laughed again with his toothless face.

"Now if you do well and go back to Focalol, you'll get a compliment from Secretary Alyssa!

"Ha ha..."

I imagined a woman named Alyssa who had never even seen a decree saying if she was the kind of beauty that a man like this could let you in that far.

Of course, I was thinking of an adult woman, completely different from the real thing.

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"Whew!?

An arrow suddenly struck Oliga's carriage, the horse, and a female soldier from the Focarol Army, who was playing the warrior, raised his voice in surprise.

The horse that fell in so much pain, he pulled it, and the horse that was walking with him also fell.

Inevitably, the carriage was also out of balance and the soldiers were thrown out onto the street.

"Wow... and!

Strike him hard on the shoulder, but take a passive he was made to train tired of, avoiding fatal injuries. Still, his right arm was severely damaged, apparently broken.

But there's something I have to do before that.

"So, enemy attack! Dear Oliga, are you okay!

"Are you all right!? Everybody, surround the carriage!

Midas jumped off the horse and pulled out his sword.

Origa's accompanying soldiers were five women, all but the soldiers who were Origa's carriage escorts, in the subsequent carriage, but the pursuit was painfully spared.

Everyone is pulling out their swords as they get off quickly and rush over to the rolling carriage.

"Dear Oliga! Ah!?"

A further arrow flew in, blushing the armor worn by one soldier.

There's a tall metal noise, and tension runs on everyone.

"Hey, I was wondering if I did too much?

When I died, I couldn't enjoy it, I heard a man say, and a bunch of guys in zorro and armor appeared from the bushes by the street.

At the beginning of it stood a thin, dirty, leather-armed little man laughing at Nitanita.

"Are you the hand of the Earl of Aspirqueta?

Who Midas would do, but the little man ignored and looked around at the female soldiers in Focarol.

"Heh... this is so unusual with all the female soldiers. Even if the nobleman's wife dies, you still have fun."

Feeling a licking glance around, the female soldiers felt something cold running through their zowari and spine.

"Wow..."

"Whoa, don't move, huh? I still have the arrow. If it moves poorly, it will..."

"Are you the head of these filthy men?"

It was Oliga who came out of the carriage that blocked the little man's words.

My luggage has been cushioned and I am not seriously injured.

"Dear Oliga!

"Hehe, you are. You're younger than I thought."

"Answer me. Are you the culprit for this?

Origa fell under an arrow, pointing to an already dead horse.

"Oh? You know what I mean."

"Then die."

When Origa pointed her right arm at the little man, there was a faint wind-cut sound and a muscle of red line was drawn around his short neck.

"Huh?

"Keep listening."

Slowly approaching the little man, Origa turned her dark, cloudy gaze.

"Your sins are twofold. One is that I took three days to crack a selection of crockery dishes for you to use. This alone deserves to die, yet another. That I stopped my wife in a hurry to see her husband. For whatever reason, we can't allow this."

Shaki, makes a noise and sticks an iron fan that stays closed in front of the little man.

"Not too big a crime. You should no longer die a second sooner."

As the iron fan poked the little man's forehead, his neck was nicely severed from his torso and his round head rolled down the street with corn.

A body without a neck is left standing with short legs.

"Reflect in the afterlife"

Midas looked around in a panic.

"Arrows are coming! All…"

"Don't worry."

I say as Origa hides her mouth with an open iron fan.

"I checked my surroundings with wind magic, but nothing hidden in the bushes. All sixteen of them are out there."

"Oh, really..."

Midas took his breath away that there was more magic to know than what was said.

An echo location previously developed by Origa with tips from one, two, three, but already its accuracy does not make it a slight obstacle.

If you find that out, Midas, the Knights, and the soldiers of Focarol will not shy away.

"All, capture..."

Dispose of it.

"Copy that!"

With Origa's voice, the female soldiers ran out.

A smaller number than ourselves, and also a woman, meant that the raiders who were upset also had weapons to try to cope with it with a thin laugh, but that was the failure.

Making the sound of mowing the grass, Origa's iron fan chooses one's throat slowly.

A poke of a female soldier pierces the shoulder of a man with a sword.

One more person dies in Origa's magic, and the soldiers, one after the other, but surely stop the roots of their breath.

"Huh, Lieutenant, we..."

One of the knights sent his gaze to Midas for too many sights played out by the women who recognized him as a security target.

"I have no choice. Capture and interrogate only one person. Hurry up, they'll kill us all."

"Ri, roger!

The battle ended in minutes of things, and the raiders ended up being tragically murdered without one left.

"Well, let's throw one carriage away here. We'll hurry home with one left."

To Origa's words, which confirmed that the last one had run out, the soldiers gently wiped the blood of their weapons and went into the task of transferring their luggage from the broken carriage.

"... Lieutenant, what can we do..."

Midas sighed.

"Continue to accompany the Countess and rendezvous with Master Nergal in Focarol"

What else can you do, Midas rode a horse.

It's time for the Focarol soldiers to be ready.

"Was one safe!

Having found an intact object in the souvenir pottery, Origa carefully returned it to the box and held it dearly in her chest.

"Oh, Dear One, Two, Three. Oliga will be here soon."

The luscious expression looks so glossy that I don't think of it as a woman who created an unbroken neckless corpse earlier.

I wonder if she was such a daughter, Midas felt pain in the back of her eyes, holding her fingers between her eyebrows.