Summoned Slaughterer

When fifteen knights, including Sabnak, and Imeraria, who could follow Count Billon, who had similarly taken escorts, reached a position where the border could be seen, the morning sun had firmly secured their sight.

Imeraria is a disgruntled face, even as she breathes in refreshingly cold morning air in the bushes off the street.

"Why should I wear something like this?"

Imeralia, wrapped in a cloth with grass and leaves strained and pinched forward with her thin fingers, turned her gaze of condemnation to the subnak next door in a similar outfit.

"Be patient. This is also to make it harder to find from the other person. And look at that one."

Ahead of Sabnak pointing out, he saw soldiers standing around busily in front of the border, in the vicinity of soldier stuffs and quarters on the Orthon Grande side, and citizens doing some work with them.

"What are you doing?

"Probably taking over the facility on this side and letting the carpenters renovate it"

Billon answers calmly.

A world where the processing of glass is immature and there is no such thing as a lens, but there are ways to make the distance easier to see with simple cylinders. What Billon was using was a mere wooden cylinder, rather than none.

With a peek into the handed cylinder, Imeraria checks the equipment of the soldiers around the quarters and decides that there does not appear to be a wizard.

"You don't seem to have a lot of people. If it were just soldiers, would it be about twenty?"

"Yeah, if it's just for being on this side."

Sabnak, who is looking in with his hands cylindrical, said the problem is beyond the walls.

"As far as I can see from here, I don't see any unusual equipment, etc. Or maybe we're going to make it. My brother-in-law... if Uncle Billon is renovating, as they say, it's possible he's trying to bring in some equipment."

"If it's a magic device large enough to use a building, it's a big problem. I hear that some of the ancient magic that we have not yet been able to elucidate is massive extermination magic. If Holland discovered and developed something similar..."

Imeraria thinks with a stare at the border.

What would one, two, three do at a time like this?

(I also feel like I'm being stormed from the front...)

I remember what I was told before, laughing inside me.

"Mr. Subnak, Uncle Billon, please work together to put in place a system of constant surveillance around the border. Be sure to let them know as soon as there is any movement. And..."

I was hesitant to give directions, but I had to, I squeezed my voice out, putting more effort into my stomach that it was also my job to move people to get results.

"At night, let us make reconnaissance as close as possible to the border. If possible, make sure it's beyond the fence."

It is a dangerous task, and if found, there is no guarantee of life.

Still, it's better than risking your country.

If you don't think so, it's impossible.

"Your Majesty"

Billon laughed, showing his white teeth from the gap in the cloth he was wearing.

"The soldiers are training you not to lose that decision."

"That's right. If you think it's necessary, you should do more and more. I take that order for granted, too. Instead, it was an instruction I should give."

Leave it all to us, both told me, and Imeralia was just a little light-hearted.

Slowly retreating, Sabnak and Biron give instructions to their respective soldiers.

Imeraria took the cloth for the disguise she was wearing and paid off the grass sticking to her horseback riding clothes.

"By the way, this slightly unusual outfit... whose idea is it?

The soldiers looked at each other in the face to the question of Imeraria, who returned the cloth to the soldiers. He didn't think Imeraria would know.

"Um... I was taught by soldiers from Count Toono territory. Because making it harder to see from a distance will allow you to monitor it slowly."

"... Really?"

Imeralia was able to think quite calmly, wondering if I should be happy or afraid that one, two or three Kaoru ceramics were better than I imagined.

"You're interested. Did one, two, three soldiers teach you anything else?

"Yes, from individual fights to mass fights, position attacks, and vice versa..."

Soldiers questioned directly by the Queen, nervous about the bees, but diligently recall their training and line up their contents.

In doing so, Imeraria had something to worry about.

"… is the method coached to each territory by other teaching units as well?

"I thought you were probably right. Some of them were like textbooks."

"I see. Thank you."

"Yes, no! I'm afraid so!

Immediately thanked by the Queen, the soldier took care of the cloth he received as his companions laughed at his cocky and tense movements.

"So the Holland side is likely to know how to do the same..."

It's what you sowed a nasty seed for, Imeraria sighed.

In the sober part of my head I also had the idea of asking one, two, three for help, but I couldn't help but think that was the right answer.

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"... what shall we do?

"I didn't think that far... can't we talk?

Vine, one ear rabbit, answered honestly when she saw that Puse was troubled.

Having traveled through the wilderness over a long number of days, they were wondering how to make contact in front of the entrance to the streets leading to the towns of the humans, which they had finally seen.

They didn't know, but it was just around the corner of a small town halfway down the street, located around the halfway point between Focarol and Arosale.

"You're the Beasts. Once you show your face, it won't be weird to be attacked."

Not if you're laughing.

No, come on, Malphas shakes his neck to the side to Geng, who is wearing his head.

"Mr. Puse. Anyway, let's go talk. I can't help thinking about it here."

"... right. Okay."

The maiden in love is strong, and while making fun of her, Poosse told the Guests that if they bothered, Poosse and Vine would magically curb her, and then let's just run away.

"I understand. Hey, like Leni always says, let's talk anyway."

"Ju, Beast Nation!?

"And... that's not human, is it an elf? I've never seen it before!

To a group of beasts and elves that suddenly appeared, the soldiers on guard stood.

Soldiers who had to hurry to call for backup if they were meant to, but had forgotten even that in too unexpected a situation, could only stare at the nearer and nearer beasts.

"Um... are you sure?

It was Puse who spoke to him.

The appearance other than the ear was the closest thing to a human being, which meant that she was the first to speak.

"Yes!

Looking nearby, the spoken soldier also replies with an unexpectedly raised voice to the unique and neat appearance of the elf.

"We came from a town across the wilderness. How many minutes have you been here for the first time? I'd like you to tell me."

Horrible, Puse, speaking uppermost to a soldier taller than himself, might also have looked like some poor lady if he had met him for the first time.

"Yep..."

The soldier sees the beasts waiting behind Puse, even as he quickens his thrill and heartbeat.

The dog beast man seems strong and scary, but for some reason the others only look like a child, albeit a beast woman with one ear and a tiger beast man.

"They are with me. I'm traveling to meet someone."

"Who is one,?

It would be helpful if you knew, but I preface.

"I'm a man named Mr. One, Twenty-Three. Dark-haired, slightly unusual."

I won't tell you what's changed.

"Hifumi? Hifumi...... Aah!

I raise my voice, and when I look at my neighboring colleague, my eyes are equally wide open.

"Ri, aren't you the lord!?

"Definitely... what am I gonna do... and have them come to the stuffing anyway"

"You idiot!

The stuffing they use cannot be flattered that it is well cleaned, as is the case with many of the male belts, and they do not assume visitors at all. Some small table and chair to take suspicious people to listen to.

The yelling soldier tells Puse, with a nagging smile, to "wait a minute" and pulls his colleague's arm to move a little further away.

"Why can't I?"

"Think about it. He's such an upper-ball. Maybe the lord found it in the wilderness."

"Eh."

A colleague's face blued to the soldier who stood up his pinky finger as he said it.

"Let the lord know you put that in such a cramped stuffing. You'll literally be left alone in the neck."

"Well then, what should I do..."

"Anyway, have them wait. I'll hurry up and let the captain know."

And when I say that I deliver the report to the person responsible in full force and illness, the person asked unexpectedly stood up, and at least I can't do anything about it in my position. Rather than, I don't even want to make that decision.

"Hurry up and escort us to Focarol... no, send us carefully, carefully and with great care!

The order was no longer close to screaming.

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Killing the bandit, one, two, three thought.

"Isn't a massive war hardly ever waged in this world?

"Ghaaaa...... can't let go!

At your feet, you can hear bandits lying down with their wrists extremed.

"When it comes to large-scale, how much?

Origa smiled at one, two, three as she slapped another bandit in the neck with an iron fan.

"Right. For example, a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand troops will run into each other. It's like tens of thousands of people getting killed."

The bandit, whose shoulder joint came off with a detachment to which one, two, three, turned, was broken on his neck when he raised a loud scream.

"I was wondering if that wasn't there. Gathering all Orson Grande's troops won't cost you 50,000."

"Right. The general battle took the form of bumping into each other on the flat ground. Even if you think about operations, is that the limit?"

"Right. Because there was no way to organize soldiers properly and decide on roles and operate them before Dear One, Two, Three suggested. At best, it was about the difference between a wizard and an infantry."

"Phew."

One, two, three avoid the sword that the next bandit waves down, gently fisting and breaking his nose.

"Bubba!

The left hand, lifted to hold his nose, was grabbed by one, two, three and his wrist was twisted.

"So what?"

"What is it?

Origa's wind magic cuts off the neck of the bandit who tried to escape from behind.

"A lot of guys jumped into enemy territory for nothing, even when fighting Vichy and doing other mock fights."

Origa laughed cously at the remark she had completely shelved what she was doing now.

"I wish everyone was as strong as one, two, three... I used to be, too, because everyone and he have the idea that arm and weapon strength are the most important things."

But from now on, it will change, and Oliga killed the other with wind magic.

In the meantime, one, two, three also break the heads of two bandits.

"Tools have been brought into the war. Magic doesn't just attack either, magic props are used, magic pills. Traps become common, and defense no longer leaves soldiers to fight. That's a lot of ways, and you've got a lot to think about, both attacking and defending."

When all the bandits who were outside were dead and the two of them stood in front of the cave where the bandits were hiding, Origa lifted the iron fan to her waist and magically looked for someone inside.

"I wish I could see that in all these Holland fights."

"At least Alyssa will do her best."

"The question is Holland and Imeraria."

After completing the investigation inside, Origa hands the iron fan again.

"Master Imeraria seems to be accompanied by Mr. Subnak, and Holland would have been well mentored by one, two, three soldiers. Besides, Holland also has magic and magic props.... There are sixteen of them inside. Three of us aren't moving, and you look like a woman. Looks like he's still breathing."

"Right."

We didn't mention why those women are in caves with bandits because we know each other.

"Nothing particularly unusual."

"Well, let's go in. I'll take care of her."

"Okay."

The knife remains on his hips, and Oliga follows behind one, two, three as he walks in unarmed, with an iron fan in place.

"What if"

Oliga doesn't miss hearing one, two, three twinkle.

"What if the world got caught up in a battle all at once"

"Yes."

"Maybe the King's Capital will be the main battlefield geographically. If it means human vs. subhuman, then yes... most likely my territory."

Crushing both eyes of one bandit with a thumb of both hands on the encounter head, one, two, three slapped him in the back of the head against a hard rock wall as it was and killed him.

"The Demons are coming to kill me. If it works, so will Imeraria. I wonder about the Beast Man. Maybe I won't try to get too involved. If I'm surrounded, Vichy might attack again."

"It's a fun picture of the future."

"Right?

One, two, three, who kicked the body into the corner of the aisle, whines nonetheless.

"Hasn't the army arrived yet?"

"They are soldiers too, one, two, three. I'm sure we'll catch up soon."

Two days later, the Focarol soldiers caught up with him at an unusual rate as the speed at which the army was progressing, but by then, the bandits and vicious demons that were around the town had been cleaned up beautifully.