Summoned Slaughterer

A line of troops continues along the streets at noon, centered on luxurious carriages.

The group of more than two hundred stated are rebel nobility crusaders led by Queen Imeraria of Orson Grande.

"Your Majesty. We are in contact with a message from Count Billon."

"Okay, I'll see you in person. This way. We don't need to stop the progress."

One knight who was in the lead came down on a ride to next to the carriage that Imeraria would ride.

Imeralia looked like a pair of boots in her pants look for horseback riding, but couldn't stand the pain in her ass on an expedition that couldn't be the first day of her departure, and after the second day she lay plenty of cushions to make her adult in the carriage.

Not changing clothes represented an intention to be able to ride as soon as possible, if anything, but as a facade of side service, the earnest thing was to leave the rough things to the knights to keep them company.

Not so much, a young man who hailed it as a preaching from Count Billon came side by side with his knight.

"Er... it's an honor to meet you first, Your Majesty. Greetings from the horse, excuse me"

"I don't mind. Because there are a little too many people to stop walking on purpose. More than that, what did Count Billon say?

Originally, there are not many direct words exchanged with the Queen by decrees that are only one soldier. But for Imeraria, it was now a perception of quasi-war time, and it was based on listening to the parties as much as possible in order to put into practice what had been said before from one, two, three, that “indulge yourself in information”.

That is increasing favor from those who work in the castle, but it is difficult to absorb that much from the desperate Imeraria.

"Count Billon told me to tell His Majesty everything that's going on."

"Let's hear it. Oh, let Mr. Sabnak hear it, too. Can someone call me?"

When Sabnak, who was in command in front of the line, arrived, Imeraria again urged the youth of the decree to speak.

Consequently, the decree gave a jealous account of the captivity of the subcounty of Aspirqueta rebellious aristocracy, the battle of Ma Karme and the Focarol teaching units at the Horland border and the attacks on the Horland side.

It was something we had already talked about several times, so the narrative was at a familiar pace, but in Ma Kalme's crap, tears still seem to overflow.

"... Isn't this a big problem"

As Sabnak looked blue and glanced at Imeralia, she nodded firmly at the face of the decree.

"The situation, I see. Are you going back to Count Billon?

"No...... I have an appointment with Lord Ma Kalme. We also have permission from the Count, so we will continue on our way to Focarol."

"Really?"

Immelalia smiles gently at the decree answered in firm words.

"If Uncle Toono finds out about that information, maybe I should stop you as a trader to curb the problem."

"Oh, that's..."

Trouble, the decree tried to say, but there was nothing I could do if the queen told me.

"But I don't think I can forgive myself for stopping you from fulfilling your promises and those of you. Mr. Sabnak."

"Ha!"

"Give him about two escorts. Some road banks."

"That's it! Because this is just my personal promise!

To a panicking preaching, Immelalia says pishari.

"Then this is something I will personally do. Besides, the messenger, Alyssa, is someone I can call my personal acquaintance. Are you turning that down?

"Ugh... thank you, I'll take it"

Good, the decree, which gave a horse praise to the snorted Immelalia, went backwards with the two knights who came.

"... Dear Imeraria"

"I've done something personal."

Subnak drowned his head at Imeralia with a bitter laugh.

"No. I am impressed with Your Majesty's care."

"Thank you. So, can we talk to you for a second?

"If you can help me with my shallow wisdom,"

Sabnak bowed his head again by killing his sigh to a future diagram that seemed to sag his stomach much more than he did against the aristocrats.

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"Do this imitation! You're going to destroy Holland!

Between the sights, the superiors of the castle, including the former minister, each cry out in a red tide at the Chancellor Kuzem, who stands with a cool face beside the throne.

For Kuzem, who has already mastered the soldiers in the castle, the dignitaries who have been pursued for the role feel no threat whatsoever when it comes to nobility.

"Oh, well, I'm a loyal warrior who drove the enemy back to Holland, so to speak."

"Don't be ridiculous! Lady Nergal, where are you loyal enough to monopolize the government while you're away?

"Oh, I guess self-admiration has passed. But at this time, busy with His Majesty's national funeral, because you came together on purpose for a boring protest?

Though I'm sorry for your loss, it's my spare time, and Kuzem throws up and instructs one soldier who was on the stage as well, something.

"You think I'm free because I'm missing something to say? I don't want to be told by a guy like you who doesn't show as much condolence as a hairy person for the fact that His Majesty has been hidden away and is just playing with his power for himself!

First, and even more voices from ministers.

"I heard you killed (...) a man's men! Even one opponent allowed him to break into the castle and even the original King Prince was killed...... There's definitely retaliation! What the hell are you gonna do!

The moment I heard this word, Kuzem, who was smiling sparingly, suddenly creased between his eyebrows for an angry look.

"That's it!

Kuzem pointed to the man who mentioned one, two, three reprisals.

"You can't have that loser gut! After that defeat, there are Phocarol military men in this country sitting on our faces, behaving like they're superior to our army at some point! Can you say this is the normal way of being in a country!

"But if that's for this country, the former king..."

"A country doesn't just mean it should exist. It is what its people stand for and defend on their own. Where is the existential significance of that state, where it mimics the technology of other countries as it is?

Kuzem, who regained his composure while speaking, gradually turns into a calm but degrading tone.

"But now there's an opponent to fight from the front..."

"You think I'm not ready for anything?

Then, a slight vibration begins to sound during the glance.

"What, what's this sound?

"Looks like you're finally here.... Well, gentlemen"

Kuzem spread his hands as he felt a vibration that gradually grew larger.

"Back to earlier, when it comes to fighting like this country, you know what it is?

"Are you talking about magic or magic props?

"Correct! What's more, magic drugs are our exclusive patents."

The vibration gets even bigger.

"Truth be told, at that point in the battle, our nation's defense was well founded. I lost my research in the confusion, and I lost my experiment, but I still had the material."

Faced from the rear was a soldier with a body that had been modified with magic props and magic drugs and had become so immense that he was over five metres tall.

He is wearing special thick armor and grabbing a large spear with thick fingers.

It is very similar to Verdre, who was killed by one, two, three in this place, but although his eyes are bright and cloudy, he listens very much to Kuzem's instructions.

Such a huge soldier came in, sounding five bodies, footsteps.

"Hey, what is this..."

"That's the legacy of the late Prince Wang. I'm finally getting down to practicality..."

Kzem's eyes glistened suspiciously as he glanced down.

"You don't have enough proper bodies to adapt anyway. There are still not enough legions."

Kuzem gives orders to the modified and fortified soldiers who surrounded the former ministers.

"Don't kill him, break your hands and feet and take him to the lab so he can't escape."

"Ya, stop..."

Huge hands grasp the body of a large adult with one hand, easily twisting its hands and feet so as to snap the twig.

As the scream sounded, Kuzem laughed one, dammit.

"Now, does the knight of the fine sword and his weapon lead to our modifier?

If you surround yourself with a few modifiers, you'll be able to kill them, laughing. That way, we can wave the major players and attack the Orson Grande as retaliation.

Kuzem firmly believed that it was only with Holland's technology that the country would come back to life.

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The turmoil in the region belonged to the region, and King Orson Grande Capital was in the midst of livelihood.

The army was well known to have moved, but there was no pessimistic atmosphere about it, and people were accepting that pooled funds from the royal castle had flown into the market, and the targeted merchants and others were expecting additional requests for food, and people were waiting for a new martial arts tradition now or now.

One, two, three of them took two women to visit the king's capital, so the ears of the people concentrate naturally.

Nevertheless, it wasn't even the three of us who cared more about that gaze now.

Leaving a horse with a soldier at the entrance to the town, he strolls the city on foot with Blah Blah. On the right hand side of one, two, three, is raised a "souvenir" wrapped around Barzephone's neck.

"You're hungry. There was definitely a good fixer. The first place I ate when I got here."

"" The Dancing Crude Pavilion, "right? This way, one, two, three."

"The king's capital is busy, too."

Looking lost, Alyssa grabbed the right sleeve of one, two, three road clothes, with Origa tangled in her left arm.

The people of the city are also watching without too much nervousness, as they are unusual clothes but not gorgeous, and even Wang Capital shows them walking around the city with ease.

What makes me nervous is the soldiers in the cops I happen to see. He who rushes to the royal castle or the knights' quarters to inform them, or he who chases them and prepares them for trouble. Some of the soldiers were forced to clean up after them when one, two, three, tragically killed ten assassins all over the city, and they looked pale saying they didn't like that anymore.

Finish your meal and walk through the city chilling the store.

Origa's face is also sold in the downtown area of Wang Capital, so he travels to the castle with voices appropriately embellished from all over.

"... So, what can I do for you today?

"I thought I'd give some souvenirs to Immelalia."

"His Majesty is now heading his own army to fight for the repression of the rebellious aristocracy that took place on the Horland side"

Prime Minister Adol, who is entrusted with the role of absentee, greets him with a tired face.

"Huh. Well, I'll borrow your balcony."

"Huh?"

"Excuse me."

"Is it okay..."

Adore hastily chased after one, two, three walking around the castle in a way that he knew on his own.

Civilians and samurai stop by the hallway for a meeting while they continue down the corridor with Switzerland.

"This is Uncle Toono! We're out of time!

"Be sure to show us your moves again!

And as far as the knights go, they cheer up their faces and speak up.

One, two, three exchanged greetings at a mild pace and proceeded with a steady pace.

"Ah, Count Toono! Tell me all about it again...... HI!?

When a female knight speaks, Oliga's gaze is pointed at her like a shot from behind one, two, three.

Walk weak enough to reach the large balcony built for the square in front of the castle.

This is the place where Immelalia spoke to the people when she was crowned, and it is not uncommon for her to be announced here by a minister and prime minister, apart from posting on the square or the city entrance if there is any announcement.

Conversely, it is also a place where not many people stop by, except for an announcement that said so.

"And, Uncle Toono, what the hell are you going to do?

"Oh, it's a souvenir, so I thought I'd let the others know,"

Rigorously peel the bag off Barzephone's neck.

"Ugh, wow?

Releasing a surprised addle with an ass cake, one, two, three jumped on the balcony railing and called out loudly.

The target is soldiers and knights who alert the city.

"A knight and a soldier defending the king's capital! If anyone else wants to fight, listen to him too!

Some people scream when they grab their heads, look at their high raised heads.

The soldiers, voiced, looked up at the balcony and focused their gaze on the familiar brunette.

"This guy is a wilderness souvenir! Look! He's still alive even if it's just his neck! This is the new enemy of man, the Demons!

People are deliberately face-to-face and mouth exchanging views on the word Demon Nation.

Many people have their necks covered, but most of the knights and many of the soldiers frowned. Apparently, the very existence of the Demon Nation is not very common.

One, two, three continue the words, slightly disappointed by the thinness of its reaction.

"A demon tribe that I had grown up in the wilderness, but organized with the birth of a new demon king! It may be only a matter of time before such a monster strikes in a party!

Alyssa, who knows that the identity of her neck is not a demon tribe, is also silent because she is informed of the purpose of one, two, three.

As far as Origa was concerned, he had nailed his nose roughly to one, two, and three, who spoke in good spirits.

The most disturbing part of the balcony would undoubtedly be the Chancellor.

"Uncle Toono, what the hell is that story..."

"So!"

One, two, and three, who shouted and dismissed the voice of Adore, let's shake our heads.

"If you want to protect this city, be desperate and strong!

The voice "YES!" arrives from all over.

One, two, three, nodded aloud, as he jumped off the balcony, pointing to Barzephone's neck, where Adore feared.

"The neck of the demon tribe..."

"Is this it?

Turning around and pointing at the addle, Barrzephon opened his mouth to bitterness.

"Ugh... yeah?

"You look familiar, don't you? This is the face of the Dumb who caused all the commotion in this castle."

"So, is it a lie that the Demons are attacking?

I don't know.

One, two, three slapped the knife pattern as he gave Oliga his neck and watched it be carefully packaged again.

"It's true that the Demon King is new and free from the place he was trapped in. Well, it's up to them to attack."

"Well, if you refrain from anything that would make the people too anxious..."

"You know."

One, two, three look into the grit and the left eye, peering into the right eye of the addle. From his black eyes at such a breathtaking distance, Adore can't take his gaze off.

Alyssa overheard Origa whining "envious" in a small voice.

"Then you can't. I tell the soldiers at my place to work out and be ready to attack whenever they want. From now on, when you see enemies, you can't just say," Let's get ready for battle. "Then the battle begins."

Speaking of his face, one, two, three, tells Adore to give his neck to Imeralia as a souvenir, he tries to return from the balcony to the castle.

On that back, Adore spoke with his hips out.

"Where are we going?

"Right..."

One, two, three, look at Chirali and Alyssa.

When I gazed at Alyssa, who was looking up to Ji, one, two, three spilled a hoot of laughter.

"Let's go see how much the boxed girl has grown."

If you have a good enemy, you may take it aside, but you basically paid the dust on your left hand, and one, two, three, followed the royal castle.