Summoned Slaughterer

Ma Kalme sighed with plenty of breath when she confirmed that the enemy general and the figure had fallen and that the soldiers around her were retreating from the Horlant side with us first.

"Huh. Hey, are you done?"

The decree similarly removed the power of his shoulders, while realizing that the soldiers around him were showing a relieved look.

Just because they're somewhat accustomed to the battlefield doesn't change their fear of battle.

"Stay here for an hour and be vigilant, so rest in your own shifts. I'll be in Holland in an hour to report the situation."

Quick to say, Ma Kalme lay down on the ground.

"Oh, I'm tired. You're not scared of a war without a lord."

Next to Ma Kalme, who laughed naggingly, the decree also lowered its back.

"Is Count Toono so strong?

"You're strong, or not at that stage. He's like one army on his own. If you see that man's face on the enemy's side, I think you're right to let everything go."

Making, I was right to respond to a request for a transfer from the National Army, Ma Kalme says.

"Not so..."

"You've heard of the fight against Vichy, haven't you? Well, some parts of it would be exaggerated and passed on, but it's basically true."

But Ma Kalme woke up and clapped, slapping her hips on the clam and laughing.

"I couldn't stop laughing when I heard a poet playing the tale of a brunette knight at a tavern in Wang Du on his way to Holland!

Pong, and Ma Kalme, who laid her hand on the shoulder of the decree, shook her neck sideways, for Christ's sake.

"You can't really kill each other. You're not that pretty."

Releasing a decree that failed to return any answers, Ma Kalme speaks to the surrounding crew and confirms that there are no injured persons.

In doing so, an hour has passed, and Ma Kalme and the others have just crossed the Horlant border.

"Oh man, if you let me rest for a few days, let's go back to Focarol once. It's time to see Secretary Alyssa's face."

Ma Kalme and the crew crossed the border with a decree that they had followed saying they would see through to the end.

Waiting there were the fully armed Horrant infantry and the Horrant proud magicians.

Ma Kalme narrowed her eyes when she saw several projectiles brought in by Ma Kalme and the others for training, obviously aimed at this one.

"... for now, listen, what are you going to do, this?

If you look, the soldiers on the spear are the soldiers that Ma Kalme and the others were mentoring, not trying to gaze at Ma Kalme, but showing how much they were doing.

In contrast, the magicians set up daggers in a murderous manner so that the magic could be released at any time.

"No, thank you for your hard work"

One middle-aged man advances from between infantry and magic soldiers, with a fat belly full of them.

"The power of this speculator sounds great. I didn't know it would collapse so many armies, even if it was just ten...... Thank God I got a weapon."

"There seems to be some mistake, but that was brought in for instruction by our teaching unit, and I'm not leaving you. I wish I could make it myself."

"You're the ones who are mistaken."

The middle-aged man, who had a deliberate cough, turned his arm behind his waist and would have put his chest up, looked around at Ma Carme and the others in a position that just seemed to stick out his belly no matter what.

"An Orson Grande soldier attacked my Holland. It is natural to use something that can be used, and it is natural to use it to defend oneself? Shall I call this an imitation of battlefield?"

Phew, to a gaze that looks down, Ma Kalme calmly looks around, even though she remembers the frustration.

"I am Kuzem, the prime minister of this country, Holland. You don't have to remember that."

Make sure you're literally in a semi-surrounded state, and turn your gaze behind you, but the soldiers on the Orson Grande's side are nowhere near enough to see this one. But there are no Holland soldiers in the way. He doesn't seem to have a complete siege for fear of speculators or magical misfiring.

"No, I know you're mistaken. We stopped the people who attacked Holland on the water. You'll know that, too. You don't have to intercept anymore."

To Ma Kalme's words, the infantry mounted on the spear pointed their gaze at Kuzem.

But Kuzem laughed with his nose.

"If it's an invasion, it's still happening today. In defiance of the sovereignty of our country, Orthon Grande soldiers walk wide through King Horrant's capital with our faces, treating even Horrant soldiers as if they were his men. And"

Kuzem pointed to Ma Kalme's foot.

"Even now, the soldiers of the Orthon Grande have set foot in our country."

"Wait!"

One big middle-aged man drew the soldiers apart and spoke to Kuzem with a thin smile.

It can also be seen in luxurious clothing with split golden threads, which would be in a high position. A strong side with a splendid moustache is yelling at him, revealing his anger.

"I don't know what this means, Lord Kuzem! Moving soldiers without the king's permission, threatening the soldiers of Focarol, even his collaborators..."

"This is how I move for my country as Prime Minister because the King is absent."

"The authority to move soldiers is the Minister of Military Affairs!

The Secretary of State for Military Affairs is to be appointed by the King of Time. Unlike me, the Chancellor, your title is useless now that the former king Sprungel is dead. "

"Now, until instructed by Mr. Nergal, who has been nominated as his successor..."

Stunned, Kuzem interceded with the former Minister of Military Affairs, whose words did not last.

"That's right. Until Nergal returns and you have instructions, I am supposed to represent you."

"Oh, no..."

"That's how it works."

While Kuzel was arguing with the minister, Ma Kalme whispered to the man of the decree.

"When you give the signal, jump on the horse and hurry across the border to tell Count Billon what's going on. You won't have time to relax and talk to soldiers at the border, so ignore them and run down the street."

"Oh, well, that's..."

"Don't think of anything extra. You just think about doing your job as a messenger."

When he did not tolerate the objection of the decree and told the nuisance, Ma Kalme turned a blind eye to the other soldiers.

The crew laughs and nods.

"Tell them exactly what we're doing."

"I need Secretary Alyssa to praise me for my bravery."

There is no sense of sadness in the words spoken.

"Did you hear that? You are also an important message to convey how good we look. If you can get Count Billon's permission, go to Focarol. If you tell Secretary Alyssa," Your men are the best, "that's fine."

Go, and the order kicked in the ass, jumps on the horse crying.

"Don't let them get away with it!

"Stop it! It's gonna be a big problem!

Kzem, who noticed the movement, abhorred his voice, and the minister shouted even louder.

From among the confused soldiers, only one spear is fired and some magic flies.

"Wow!

A glimmer of spear was aimed at the back of the decree, but was slapped down by Ma Kalme's waving sickle.

Focalol soldiers kick down the trolley and turn it into a wall, preventing magic.

"Guh."

"Ugh?

Still, unprotectedly, the two were torn apart by wind magic, spraying blood and falling.

In addition, one person away from a trolley burned with a fireball is stoned and shot in the head and fainted.

"Come on, don't hesitate to call me! As good as the lord. Bye, but I'll show you where I can fight better, too. Bye! It would have been great in front of Secretary Alyssa, but if this is the battlefield, we don't have a choice!

Ma Kalme, who stood sickle and cut her heels as she turned the copper, laughed and showed her passivity as if she didn't know it.

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"I think I'll even decorate the reception upstairs until the time comes."

"No, no, one, two, three. This is a little..."

Alyssa, who moved her mouth painfully and was shown the life of Barzephone, who continued to speak a voiceless grudge, shrugged, and then was looking for words to stop her one, two, three suggestions.

"We don't have the power, we keep moving. You think it's just right to watch in your spare time waiting in order, don't you?

"I don't think so! I think we're all gonna stop coming scared, huh?

In front of the Lordship Hall, it was difficult to get close to the two people who were talking about their necks in front of them in many ways. One is the presence of its inexperienced demonic head and the highest figure in this land, the lord, and also the attitude that Alyssa clings to the arms of one, two, three.

"It's about Mr. Oliga who accepts that."

"Right. Then there's no choice."

Although the neck to the bottom could be magically stored as a corpse, apparently the neck could not yet be stored as a “creature” treatment, so one, two, three, had grabbed the head and hung it out with a bump, but when the debate was over, Alyssa asked the officials to just wrap it in a cloth.

The receptionist, who happened to be watching the exchange, firmly swore he would have to thank Alyssa later.

"Anyway, now you're done exorcising demons. There didn't seem to be any big moves when I left, so I thought I'd wait again."

"That's good. One, two, three are working too hard, so you just need to slow down a little bit. Before this, there was a new confectionery shop in town…"

Speaking and noticing something, Alyssa took a distance of about a meter as she left the arm of one, two or three she was grabbing as she hugged her.

At the same time, when one, two or three faces toward the city at the signs you know, there is a carriage bursting into the Lordship Hall with a roar.

"Oh, Origa, huh"

"Dear One, Two, Three!

"Oh, are you home? That was later than I thought."

From the carriage, which stopped with the smoke raised in front of the Lords' Palace, Origa jumped directly into the chest of one, two or three without any hesitation.

Killing the momentum, he circled around and took it. One, two, three turned his gaze to Midas, who had been chasing him, sweating and running his horse, without even trying to care about Origa's hot embrace.

"Ooh, long time no see"

"Oh, it's been a while. Count Toono."

Midas bowed his head firmly to greet him down the horse, as he would always do in front of the upper nobility. My shoulders are up and down, there's nothing I can do.

"What, did you escort Origa?

"We need something like that... No, there's some of that, but we also have a mission to welcome Master Nergal"

"Oh, yeah."

Responding appropriately, to one, two, three, Oliga had remained stuck to one, two, three for each body, one after the other telling how much she missed life without one, two, three in the king's capital, and had been brilliantly listened to.

"So I tried to use it for one, two, three, and bought beautiful ceramic plates and dishes, but they were broken by the idiots on the road, and there was only one left..."

Nodding his face at Mesomeso and one, two, three road clothes, Oliga confirmed the subtle smell and looked at Girari and Alyssa so that they did not look like one, two, three.

"Huh!?

"Alyssa, I need to talk to you later. Looks like you need to take your time in my room."

"Ha no..."

While the woman's conversation was going on, Midas said she wanted to ask one, two, three.

"Did you know that some nobles in our country planned an invasion of Holland?

"Huh. I've never known it before."

"Was it Master Left? As a matter of fact, against Uncle Toono, the King seems to be attacking Horlant, who was killed, and trying to make a difference..."

"What the hell?"

One, two, three with a mockery, looks straight at Midas.

"So, there's an idiot who imitated me, so take responsibility for me."

"Meh, there's no annihilation! Her Majesty does not consider it a good idea to beg Uncle Toono for any assistance in this matter. It is made clear that everything will be resolved by Her Majesty's differences."

"Naturally. If there was a guy who only imitated his appearance, which one could he do? What is the scale of that battle?

"Perhaps it will soon be brought to an end by the queenish nobles and knights of the country, including Count Billon. The problem is if the damage is done to the Holland side…"

"One, two, three!

Alyssa, who was listening on the side, grabbed one, two, three arms in a hurry.

"Holland should have Ma Kalme and the others!

I don't know what to do, I looked up at Alyssa's forehead, and one, two, three hit her gently with her left hand in gloves.

"Ouch?

"Do you need to ask me something? If you think you're the enemy, kill them at your will."

"Yes, Alyssa."

Where did Origa's earlier intimidating gaze go, keeping her hands on one, two, three breasts, and turning her merciful smile like a Virgin Mary to Alyssa.

"Your enemies are up to you. And if you decide to be your enemy, it's to kill without hesitation. That would be our way, wouldn't it?

Alyssa looked alternately at Oliga with one, two, three, and then ran with her head down with a dust.

Midas, who doesn't really want us to expand the battlefield, watched it with bitter thoughts, but it was better to solve the heavy importance in front of him.

"Our mission is to escort Master Nergal to Holland safely. I'd like to see Master Nergal."

"Hmm? Didn't you see him on the way?

From the mouth of one, two, and three, he learned that Nergal had already left Focalor, and Midas was in an unprecedented hurry.

"But in the town along the way I confirmed all the ranked inns above a certain..."

"Perhaps that's what caused it"

In response to Midas' words was Kym, who came out of the Lordship Hall after hearing the sound of the carriage.

"Welcome home, lord and wife."

"Mr. Kym, I have a souvenir for all of you in the carriage, so can you distribute it to the street with the bills on it?

"Thank you for your concern"

"Wait, what is the cause, what the hell?

Kym corrected his residence and saw Midas with a face like Nobu.

"Dear Nergal, you prefer a qualitative life and you have budgeted for purchasing materials for study rather than luxury. Stay locally, too, avoid the Lordship Hall where you have to think about gratuities, so much so that they choose the town boarding house."

"So..."

"Perhaps you have chosen a cheap accommodation with all your escorts on the road as well. If Midas had only confirmed the kind of accommodation chosen by the aristocrats and the luxury merchants, it would not be surprising if he had gone wrong there."

Failed, Midas remembered the shock of being hit in the head.

The knights around them are also restless and face to face.

"Fortunately, not as many days have passed since Master Nergal left. Master Nergal is not good at horseback riding, so if you follow him without a carriage and only by horseback, you will still be able to catch up even in front of the king's capital."

Midas, who was confused, raised his face haphazardly to Kym's words, thanked Kym, bowed his head to one, two, three, and rushed off on horseback with his men's knights.

"You're busy."

One, two, three, when he saw Midas running, he thought, Hmm.

"Was it also something that bothered you, you?

"Holland. I thought your grandfather was just dead and in trouble, but this is..."

Looking up at the smiling one, two, three faces, Origa gives a sneer look.

"Don't smell like killing each other."

That, too, smells like a lot of bloody commotion, and one, two, three thought it seemed more fun to scratch you around than to wait for the Demons to move out like this.

"Just because you have good souvenirs to take to Imeraria. It's been a while since I've seen your face in King's Landing."

Kym praised the words and Oliga firmly resolved to act together this time.