Summoned Slaughterer

The decree departing from Pursan, independent of Vichy, had actually reached Focarol, concealing the instructions received to "make contact with the Focarol army”.

At that point, one hundred and fifty or so people from the leadership had left for the Horlant to rescue the Friends.

But this was convenient for Pursan's preaching. If the instruction is to speak to Alyssa, who is originally the lord, one, two, three, or the head of the army, and those two have gone to King Orson Grande Capital, it is also easy to explain to Minoson, King Pursan, even if he asked the Queen for help directly.

The information that a significant number of people from the Focarol Army left for Horlant also serves as a favor for Pursan. As for Minoson, who is desperate to stabilize the country now and doesn't want it to cause a commotion, it would be good news, at least, that Focalol's fighting power is diminishing.

But it was the "demon tribe” information that they overtook the Focarol army, which proceeded in groups, and heard at the time they rushed to the King's capital that they were new enemies.

"... what the hell is that..."

The decree, which found out about the queen's absence in the royal castle, could not speak to anyone in a word with the absentee in charge, and he had no choice but to gather information in the king's capital.

As part of that, the decree, which had been hearing recent information from the liquor store guests, heard the unfamiliar word Demon Nation.

"Anything, he seems to be a subhuman living in the wilderness. I don't know, but there's a new demon king, and he's attacking a human town."

Since I found out that, I've been training knights and soldiers in a tingly way, and I'm a carpenter, and I'm laughing.

"For that matter, you seem to have a lot of room."

His mouth, which was smooth enough after having had a drink, told me as if the weir had been cut when the decree asked him a word.

"No matter what guy you're dealing with, that knight with the fine sword will do something about it. No matter what, I've been running through the wilderness all by myself. You're a hell of a man. Besides, it's a big deal because we've been working on one of those demons."

"Stopped?

"Oh, it's decorated in a square near the royal castle. You look like a human being, but you're still alive even when you're just around your neck, so you're really not human."

"Just my neck..."

The next day, I looked for a place I heard from a drunk, and it does have a demon neck decorated.

A tall platform is put on so that it cannot be touched, and his neck, fixed with a rope, abominably looks down at people and opens his mouth to raise a voiceless voice.

"This is amazing...... Is Orson Grande willing to fight this stuff?"

I whine to myself, and then I rethink, no.

If it comes out of the wilderness, Vichy will be involved. Saying you're away from the wilderness doesn't mean Pursan won't get involved either.

"We don't have the strength or the skill to fight these monsters."

You have more reason to beg Orson Grande to cooperate, the decree smashed his tongue.

"Hey, are you sure?

There was a man talking to the decree as he looked up at his life's neck, which could even be disastrous.

The young man, feeling light-hearted and wearing very common hemp clothes, grins Nico with his eyes narrowed as if he had drawn a line.

"Oh, what is it?

"Hey, did you come from Vichy?

"... what's wrong with that?

A man waves at a surprised decree, saying, "No."

"Don't be so alarmed."

The man, with his face gently close, says in an inaudible voice around him.

"I'm from the same place as you."

"Eh."

"Instead, I've been living here for a long time now as a liaison. Wouldn't you like to talk for a second? I'd like to hear more about the town, too."

"I see. I'd rather know what's going on with the Orson Grande, too, so it's rather helpful"

Enter the restaurant that a man is on his way, and take a private room.

"You can talk slowly here, and your employees have a strong mouth, so you can talk without worrying."

"That helps"

"So, what's the state of the country?

When I asked for a drink and a simple meal, the man had just told me the story.

A sip, a diluted wine. The decree explains what happened when you came out of Pursan, he says.

"Pursan itself is on its way to stability. Representative Minoson...... The King was told that the situation was still unsafe. For one thing, if we can have a friendly relationship with Focarol, and hence Orson Grande, we'll get hurt against Vichy, too," he said.

"I see. As its messenger, you've come all the way to this town."

"Well, yeah"

I can't say I've come this far in the form of ignoring orders.

"So, this is the situation in Orson Grande, but it looks like you're on your way to fighting Holland. Some aristocrats have attempted to invade the Holland, and the Queen herself has led an army to contain it."

Plus, a man says, rocking a steamed potato pierced by a two-strand fork in front of his face.

"Count Toono says he's taking the proximity to Holland and the main body of the army is chasing him."

"Oh, I know if that's the story. I've been outrunning Focalol's army on my way here, too."

"I see, then..."

The decree frowned upon the man who inadvertently cast a shadow on his expression.

"Something you care about?

"It was seen earlier, it's about the Demons."

Drink up a cup of wine for a long time, make a noise and put it on the table.

"If those forces invaded the Focalor and Vichy side, how much could they resist in the absence of Count Toono? No, it doesn't have to be. If Vichy goes on offense against us Pursan, will Focarol or Orson Grande move without the person responsible?

"Ugh... but Vichy's not going to do anything with Focalol"

"Holland wasn't supposed to move, either, was he?

If someone thought there was a chance, the premise would easily collapse, the man shook his head.

"So, then..."

"Actually, I spoke out because I wanted you to deliver something to the town. A lurker like me would never come into contact with himself unexpectedly."

"Something?

The man smiles gently at the decree, which he has asked with the thought of straw.

"I got it from Holland, there are magic tools that reinforce soldiers. With this, at least Vichy, you won't be easily crushed by your opponent"

"Is there such a thing?"

"I got it for one thing, but I didn't even have someone asking me to transport it just to stuff, and I was on my way. It is unfortunate that contact with the Queen did not materialise, but is this not going to be a sufficient achievement? I'll bring it right here, if you can please."

The man's grin at this time was a little different than earlier, but the decree could not be noticed.

The man smiled off his face when he dropped off a decree that had disappeared all over the city, thanking him many times, towing a set of magic props and magic drugs that had been put in his luggage.

"... apparently, it worked"

A middle-aged man, who had been carrying food in his name as a clerk, called out.

"Hmm. Vichy's central committee would have been better off, but it would have gone well. It helped me to peruse myself when I said I didn't get a word out of this one about the town's name. That was an easy job."

When the men back in the store enter the rest room for the employees in the back, not in the guest seats, they draw the chair with their accustomed hands and sit down somewhere.

"The seeds were scattered, contact Prime Minister Kuzem. Now you can focus on fighting the Orthon Grande without worrying about Vichy. His Excellency the Chancellor is quite a man of concern."

Pour the wine into a cup from hand to hand and simmer about half at once.

"Well, later, as His Excellency the Chancellor thought, if I could tailor the knight of the fine sword, I'd be able to return to my country and emerge. I don't know."

"It'll work, I'm sure"

"I hope so."

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One, two, three are fine to say appropriate things and lie, but basically I wouldn't do it on the grounds that it would be cumbersome to falsify my identity if I didn't hide my face, so it wasn't hard to realize that the dark-haired person whose decree came from the front near Wang Capital to the horse was Count Toono.

The decree, which was meant to go all the way to Focarol, was rushed by the appearance of an important person seen in an unexpected location, resulting in a failure to manipulate the horse, but managed to speak up.

"And are you Count Toono?

"Who, you?

One, two, and three returned with a frightened face to the young man, who had spoken desperately of the horse waving his head.

One, two, three. I heard Oliga laughing when she crippled, and the decree became red to my ears with embarrassment.

"And suddenly, excuse me!

Jumping off the horse, the decree laid on one knee holding onto the reins.

"I was used as a preaching order from Count Billon territory, my name is Ose. I have come to tell you about the state of war on the part of Holland and... Dear Ma Kalme,"

"Right. That's hard work. Alyssa, listen to me too."

"Ugh, yeah. Ma Kalme's final period is no way..."

Seeing Alyssa advancing on horseback, the transmission is solidified.

"What's going on?

"Yes, no. The... Secretary of State Alyssa..."

"Me, though?

To an ostentatious ose, Alyssa had her neck clenched, but Origa had a sharp gaze.

"Mr. Ose, you said?

"Yes!

Ose, who had the impression of an extinct beauty from Ma Carme's story, was still confused when she saw Alyssa, who looked good to say a girl, although she thought she was cute, but with an oppressive Oliga voice, she returned to me.

"Alyssa is in her current position, of course, with her husband, but she has biased her hard work and strength. Weird suspicion..."

"There is no such thing!

Alyssa was convinced by Ose, who bowed his head in an almost earthy momentum.

"Sure, even compared to people the same age, Alyssa is small."

"One, two, three, terrible!

Alyssa had secretly sighed at her appearance when she saw Oliga, who had a much more feminine glow after her marriage.

"Better than that, just talk to me. Is Ma Kalme dead?

Then let's hear the situation, one, two, three said.

"I don't know if they really lost their lives, but from the circumstances, I thought they were hopeless..."

One, two, three were listening arm in arm on horse to the bravery of Ma Kalme, whom Ose spoke in tears.

Alyssa clings to Oliga and cries.

"Let's do it."

"... what?

The sight of Ose, who accidentally raised his face, revealed a smile, one, two, three.

"Don't do a lot of Ma Kalme either. I can't get hit by Holland, but it's not a bad move that far. It's a small number of people, and we can kill as many as we can."

I stroke my horse's tenderness in a good mood.

"The Hollanders are a big deal, too. Using magic and speculators to surround decimals in large numbers is a sure way. It's a failure to let you get away, but you're ready to fight, and you're ready to do it."

Oliga says in a one-octave high voice that Ose is confused about what the hell he's talking about.

"This is also the gift of the guidance of one, two, three. Wonderful."

"Huh..."

Ose thought the information he brought was sad news, but the hero in front of him is laughing.

I couldn't understand that and turned my gaze to Alyssa, who was supposed to be crying, to ask for help.

There was a girl there who wept with an angry look.

"One, two, three."

"Whoa, what's up?

"I have a favor to ask you"

Alyssa bowed her head deeply in front of one, two, three as she went down the horse and gave the reins to Origa.

"The battle against Holland meant a battle for revenge...... now. This is my revenge, too."

One, two, three looking down from the horse keeps a thin grin.

"Right. If you want to avenge Ma Kalme and the others, this is a revenge fight. It doesn't belong to anyone. It's your revenge."

"So I'll do it. Let me do it. Give me that chance, too, as Mr. Oliga did with his revenge."

This wish, Alyssa did not know if it would pass. Given the character of one, two, three, I was more than likely to say that I was going to step forward and fight, and it wasn't strange to be told that I was going to sidestep my enemies.

But Alyssa still hasn't exactly figured out the character of one, two, three.

In contrast to Alyssa, who was anxiously cloudy, Origa was grinning.

"Interesting!"

The sound of one, two, three striking hands echoes down the street.

"Both the Holland and Focalol armies are well grown, and for this minute the Army of Imeraria will be able to fight quite well. Alyssa."

"Yes!

"Your revenge is, what can I do to make it complete?

One, two, three and Alyssa's gaze intersect.

"... to kill whoever ordered Ma Kalme and those who actually killed him..."

"All right, that's good. That's fine."

One, two, three, stretched out her arms and sneezed Alyssa's hair, laughing in a good mood.

"I'll leave it to you. You should use the army to do it full. Competition with Imeraria. Don't lose, okay?

"Yeah!"

"I'll watch you back there."

"Yeah! Thanks, Mr. One, Two, Three!

"So,"

Ose, who was completely out of the mosquito net, suddenly shook his shoulder with one, two or three glances at him.

"I need to ask you something."

"Hey, what is it!

"Keep going for Focarol and tell the Focarol army what you're talking about."

This is a price, one, two, three took a wave of sidelines from the Dark Magic Storage and threw it to Ose.

"Ko, what's this?

"Ma Carme wanted it, it's the same decorative sidewalk as Alyssa. If you look at that, you'll see that the army is asking for it from me."

"Such a precious thing..."

"Take it. There's no one left to take it. If Ma Kalme was alive, you could just blow it up plenty and sell it. It's about him, so I'll give him all the money."

On one, two, and three laughing high, Ose shook his sideways overhead, "Thank you, I'll take it," he said.

My vision wobbled and I didn't see it clearly, but Ose's vision saw Alyssa and Oliga crying.