Summoned Slaughterer

"Count Aspirqueta and the other nobles, who were the Lord, caught it. Some of them have died…"

"Fine. Was it a brawl?

"That's..."

The town of Munster, ruled by Count Billon. It was in the evening when the sun was already falling that a decree from his own army came to Biron, who sat deeply in a soft chair in his own office and stood still with his eyes closed as if he were asleep.

Hearing more or less satisfactory results, Biron was stroking his chest for less damage than he thought. Since the opponent was only a soldier from other territories in the country, if there was much damage, it could affect circulation in the country due to the dissatisfaction of the inhabitants.

Billon was pleased that one concern had been cleared, although there were still ways to drain gas if this was the other country's counterpart.

The decree exists only to communicate the situation and private opinions are not allowed. Instead, I don't have the ability to see those situations.

But still, they noticed what the decree came in front of them. More soldiers “think for themselves” in these tiny parts since the arrival of Focalol's teaching unit.

"Fine. Let's hear your opinion."

Biron, smiling, sat at the reception saying that he should have tea and talk calmly, asking the samurai for a little cold tea.

The decree, which was frightened and nervous at first, also seemed to lose a little shoulder strength after a sip of sweet-scented tea.

Though I could not gaze at the Billon who sat in front of me.

"I had checked Sir Aspirqueta's army out from behind, as originally planned, and after seeing him leave to the right position, I had told my people about it and checked the war situation away"

The coalition of nobles led by Aspirqueta, who went out into the streets, went down the streets, some marches unfamiliar to more than their number did not go as late, and no one could find them, even if the decree was monitoring them somewhat close.

"Near the Horlant border, a front of the coalition of nobles took over. … No, I tried to take over"

"What does that mean?

"I don't know if I'm right about that expression, but the coalition of nobles wasn't in a situation where I could say I was able to take over."

At a time when he appeared to have hunted him down and set him in a trap and was reduced in number to good from some of the troops he was forming on the Horlant side, he returned to his own army to tell him the situation, and soon the Biron realm rushed behind the coalition of nobles.

"Hmm. It was probably the teaching team sent by Uncle Toono who was in formation on the Holland side. There's no such thing as boulders."

"I agree. I'm not sure I can do it that well, even if I've learned how to do it."

"By plan, our army was going to half-surround the Aspirquatas from behind and call for surrender, right?

"Yes, but..."

Billon laughed lightly at what the decree was trying to say.

"Never mind, tell me as it is. All you need is the right information."

I'm not going to be arrogant enough to think that everything moves the way I think, Billon put his mouth on his tea.

"When our army struck the back of its enemies… the coalition of nobles was no longer in a position to be called an army"

"Yeah?"

"Perhaps only the fact that the forward war situation did not convey well and that the avant-garde forces fled ahead of us spread to the soldiers. The soldiers fled to scatter, and Count Aspirqueta and the other nobles did not try to ascertain the situation, either, but to escape anyway, on the Munster side… we have arrived where we are preparing ourselves for the siege"

At this time, Count Biron's army had lined up about thirty spear throwers that had passed from Count Toono territory for siege and had also begun production in its own territory. Although it is still from the prototype phase that must be assembled locally, everyone in the soldiers knows its threatening power.

And I don't know who was first, but one spear after another was shot in from the Count Billon army.

"Then, if I told you, it was a hell of a painting. A self-army that spears not too one after the other of fear into an aristocratic army that escapes with semifrenzy...... Your orders were captured, but more than a hundred people actually died at that time."

"Well, was that spear so powerful..."

"There is also that, but more than half of the deaths put out by the Union of Lords are due to being stomped on the side where they fell or slashed for blocking the front of the nobility"

More tragic than imagined, Biron looked bitter and ate his teeth off.

"So... how did you put the collection on after that?

"... the missionaries from Focarol were given loud instructions to retreat, put up a bunch of ropes between us and the coalition of nobles and let them fall to stop the movement, then the captivity finally started by our hands"

That's it, says the decree, and Billon deposited his body on the back of the couch.

"In other words, we were helped by Uncle Toono's power."

You're just going to owe me more, and Billon has to laugh.

"Anyway."

When Biron corrected his residence, he turned a different sharp gaze.

"Notify all troops. Of the captives, the nobles and their bodies were treated with care and prepared to escort them to the king's capital. Otherwise the soldiers, as those who have been requisitioned for this battle shall be released, otherwise duly separated and detained."

Copy that, sir.

"The war with Holland was avoided. Let's be happy about that first."

When Byron smiled, the decree smiled.

"Excuse me."

I will convey the order, when the decree stands, a maid of honor spoke to Billon.

"The message from Holland is back, so you can see the leadership."

"Oh? I wonder what happened."

When Biron allowed him into the room, a soldier, who said he was platoon leader in this battle, brought in one young man.

"... let me ask you something"

Including the preaching that was coming earlier, the three aligned side-by-side, stretching their spines toward Billon and aligning their heels.

"I asked to tell you that whoever was in the transmission to Holland has returned and a new situation has been discovered."

A man named platoon leader sounded low as he stirred the noticeable face of the tanned wrinkles into tension. Usually, I guess I scold the soldiers with that voice.

"In view of the importance of the content, I have been instructed by the captain to tell you directly, although this is something that the superior should tell you."

"Okay. Let's hear it."

When Biron allowed himself to speak, the platoon captain turned a blind eye to the young preaching he had brought.

The young preaching sees Biron straight and opens his mouth with a face that leaves traces of tears.

"Focarol's teaching unit, Lord Ma Kalme, and ten others who were in Holland were attacked by Holland's forces."

"Oh my God!

Rarely shouted, Billon coughs up and encourages ahead.

"So, what about that teaching unit?

"... they chose to stay on the spot and fight to let me get away with being there. Probably already..."

A decree that cried out again.

Billon couldn't afford to speak, squeezing his bush and roaring.

"What have you done to me..."

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The stick taken out by one, two, three running horses was simply an "iron stick”.

One hundred twenty-seven centimetres of simple cane used in the so-called "cane technique" was commissioned by Pulflas to create the mechanism of entering and exiting the chain of the contract tree, one hundred and twenty-three broken.

"What are you gonna do with a stick?

And to Pulfras, who was surprised, one, two, three, showed Marutai, who had been set up on the training ground, various blows, and even showed the soldiers who had been at the training ground to their opponents by showing them their moves in formation and throwing.

No one could cope with a wand that twirled and moved like a creature, and the training ground had the sight of a soldier and an admiring pull flass, a high laughing one, two, three, that went down in minutes of things.

Of course, there's no way the bandits can handle the iron wand right away.

"Hey, give me some money..."

"Yikes."

Of the bandits standing blocking the streets, a man who tried to throw up an agreed dialogue demanding gold died with his head crushed with a cane before he could finish.

"Whew!?

"Holy shit!"

The bandits who didn't expect to be attacked all of a sudden, but the blood seemed familiar to them, and soon they got an ill-maintained sword, staring at one, two, three.

"Whoa, you're motivated enough. It's a little small, but just right for shoulder habits."

Jumping down the horse, one, two, three gently slapped his ass and let him go ahead.

"Surround yourself and look for gaps. Use your head and work with your people."

"What are you talking about!

One man swung his sword from side to side and slashed it where one, two, three, began to raise his finger and lecture.

"I know you're saying that's no good."

When you launch your opponent's sword with a bounced wand, you poke a stick firmly grabbed with both hands on your empty chest.

"Guh."

I just spit out all the air in my lungs from my mouth, and they teased me with one, two, three canes and I was rolled over, and I got the last punch in my throat and the man died.

"When you have a lot of allies, is there a guy who wields his weapon to the side"

Push more into the looming bandit's eyes and throw it on your shoulders with it on your back.

Break the tibia and step on the neck.

He was hit hard in the temples, stepped over the unconscious man, put up a knife and turned around behind him avoiding the man who popped out, caught a wand around his neck, held his head and twisted it.

"You know what? You can do a lot of things, right?

"Great technology!

"You can throw it, not just slap it."

With the beginning of the conversation, the bandits realized that the Origa follow-ups had arrived.

"Oh, to the kid with the woman..."

"I don't think he's going to change his strength with someone?

When one, two, and three replied calmly, the bandits, whose faces had become red tides, came under even more fierce attack.

The man, who had his wand lumped against his sword-held arm and held down with his shoulder joints at their extremes, flew a bloodshed under the sword trident of his allies.

"Hey, Alyssa."

"What?"

The two of you watching the tragedy farther afield, your gaze remains on the move of one, two, three.

"What does Alyssa like about Lady One, Two, Three?

"Kick, suddenly what..."

"Fine. One, two, three, you like it, don't you?

"Ugh... after all, the strong part, I guess..."

At that moment, one, two, three wands slap another bandit in the head and kill him.

Oliga, who glimpses Alyssa reddening to her ears after seeing her brains scatter, swells her naughty heart.

"Oh. If you're strong, aren't there others?

"Yeah. But there's never been anyone who can be relieved to be around that much, I guess..."

"That's reassuring. I see."

I get it, and I nod, Origa.

A little further away, one, two, three said, "The other half, would it have been easier to move?," he laughs. And one more person, with a cane in his groin, was thrust through his throat as he was blowing bubbles with incontinence.

"I guess the other way around"

"Reverse?"

Oliga put her hand on her cheek, though she could not say it well.

"I'm kind of thrilled to see your face and appearance. Besides, ever since I started spending time with that one, I felt a world that I had never known was much wider. If it's true, I would have liked to go with you to the wilderness."

Hey, and Origa kept her gaze off one, two, three, and put her hand on Alyssa's shoulder.

"You heard the goal of one, two, three.

"Ugh, yeah......"

What about you?

Alyssa still can't decide where she stands.

In Count Toono territory, he received an incredibly high status at his birth, surrounded by many of his companions, and sees himself as sure to be happy, I think.

But as a single person, what about against one, two, three?

I am a subordinate. Even though I say we're friends, I feel like you could forgive me.

I'm not a lover. I am a benefactor of life. If there's anything I can do, I'm not going to spare anything for one, two, three.

"You're still lost."

"Yeah. But"

Alyssa lay her hands gently over Origa's hands resting on her shoulders.

"On this journey, we'll see about Mr. One, Two, Three, and we'll decide. At least, what do you want to do with Mr. One, Two, Three? 'Cause I'm gonna make a good decision."

"Yes."

Origa smiled when she saw Alyssa's face.

"I'll be there for you. Don't worry about me, just think honestly."

But, and Oliga stabs the nail.

"There are a lot of competitors. Especially like Imeraria."

"The Queen!?

When Alyssa raised her voice, the last bandit was turned only backwards on her head, desperate.