Summoned Slaughterer

"Excuse me, Himafu."

"... what's wrong with your face?"

Imeralia saw and understood the face of Sabnak, who came in, why the soldiers' words announcing the arrival of Sabnak from outside the tent were strangely perplexing. Both cheeks are swollen bright red.

If this was in the midst of an attack, you might have mistaken it for allowing the enemy to break in.

"Hiya, this is..."

"Mr. Oliga pissed me off."

"My mouth is a disaster."

From behind Sabnak at last, Alyssa and one, two, three showed their faces.

"Were you here?"

Oliga says she's with the squad to give the soldiers a break.

"That was a long time ago"

Encouraging a simple set of tables prepared within the tent, Imeraria tells the samurai to make tea.

"I was originally headed to King's Capital to bring souvenirs to Imeraria. I heard from Biron's orders that a Focalol soldier had been hit."

Souvenirs have been left in the king's capital, so you should go see them later, one, two, three are laughing, but there are things in Imeraria that concern you more than what the souvenirs are.

"... to Holland, are you going to retaliate?

Without even wiping the sweat flowing down his cheeks, Imeralia looks up with her upper eyes and looks at one, two, three.

Alyssa waits silently for Imeraria, who seriously awaits the answer, and one, two, three, who takes her gaze with a smile.

"Ahhh. Ku, it smudges the wound in my mouth... Ah"

Mouth on the tea that had been carried, Sabnak, crushed with tears, realized that he was gathering the gaze of all.

"Ha... Mr. Sabnak, I'll be in touch with you later, so come and get treatment now"

"Roger that…"

Dropping off Sabnak leaving awesome, one, two, three laughs Niyaniya.

"As always, you're an interesting guy. Maybe she'll swing at me for the rest of her life."

"Speaking of which, so is his sister, who was married to Count Billon... no, that's a good story now. One, two, three, I will see how things go for a while now, and then I plan to regain control of the border and proceed with my consultations with Lord Nergal."

"Don't interrupt, are you trying to tell me?

Intimidating gaze has been directed, and Imeralia won't just take her gaze off, although she has throated.

"... you're right. This is my battlefield."

"Hehe...... haha!

One, two, three, laughed unconsciously, pounding Alyssa's head as she sat next to her.

"Alyssa, Your Majesty says so. What are you gonna do?"

"Mmmm..."

The low height of Alyssa and the shards of baked confectionery on the edge of her mouth, although she has put her arms together and is troubled to show as such, make her nervousness zero.

"What does that mean?

"Oh. I left this matter to Alyssa. I am, you know, a guardian. I'll just look you in the back. As planned."

"So..."

"Decided!

Where Imeraria is about to say something, Alyssa speaks up.

"Princess! Compete with me!

"Hey, competition? And I'm not a princess..."

"In the meantime, which one can go first until we get the border back! So what do you say?

To Alyssa, who proceeds on her own, Imeraria asks one, two, three with her gaze for help, but he was laughing at Niyaniya.

"I told you I wouldn't get my hands on it, did I? You guys can discuss this."

"Gu...... Mr. Alyssa! Listen to me!

To Alyssa with her neck hanging, Imeralia exerts pressure with her best gaze.

"There's no way you can compete."

"What? Well, we'll do it alone."

"I can't allow it"

Though I totally assured you, Alyssa doesn't seem to understand.

…… We'll do it alone. You don't need any help, do you?

"Dear one, two, three, do something about it"

To Alyssa, who made no sense of intimidation or majesty, Imeraria finally wept and asked one, two, three for help.

I don't know.

"I'll be out tomorrow morning before the sun rises. Now we might still be able to help Mr. Ma Kalme and the others. Princess, this is my revenge, so don't stop me."

"Vengeance... Dear One, Two, Three, Are You..."

To the stunned Imeraria, one, two, three proudly snorted.

"It would be growing properly, wouldn't it?

"Oh my God..."

Imeraria, holding down between her eyebrows, groans but thinks what her best hand is.

It will be difficult to stop the Focarol army led by Alyssa. Hopefully I won't get my hands on it, but the substance is clear that one, two, three are holding back. I'm not going to be able to stop it logically or physically.

So, what do we do?

There is also a hand in proceeding with the ceasefire negotiations in the form of a ride on it, as Alyssa left as she did and had some effect.

But Imeralia opened her thin eyes and looked at one, two, three faces.

"... ok. Bye, Mr. Alyssa. Early tomorrow morning, I will lead the soldiers and join them in reclaiming the border."

"That, the princess too?

"I'm the queen!

While blushing at the absurdity of his voice and its contents, he coughs, and Imeralia rises.

Imeralia stared seriously at Alyssa's face as she tried to keep it out of her sight as long as she could see it and laugh off.

I can't imagine how many people I've ever acted with and killed, looking younger and purer than myself, but Imeralia imagines it wouldn't be one or two.

"Let's work together, not compete. Even if it's a rescue, it's going to work."

"Right. Thanks."

How could this man be laughing in this situation, Imeralia wanted to hear, but decided to stop, anticipating that there would always be one, two or three names out there.

"Now let's discuss specific ways. Somebody call Count Billon and Mr. Subnak."

Thus, meetings centred on Imeraria and Alyssa on “how to recapture the border without relying on one, two or three” continued until late.

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"I mean, with the power of the Demons alone, it would be very difficult to defeat that one, two, three, I mean. Your demon clan, it will be good at magic, and it has excellent physical abilities and beastliness."

But Reaper continues with a laugh.

"The numbers are low. And I don't know the world. Generations have also moved since they were trapped, and those who return from the outside have only limited information. So, can we fight with all the many races as enemies?

Between the gallant glances, I wondered if he had suddenly appeared before Wepal, who had been alone in his thoughts, who was sitting on the throne and listening to the Reaper, whose greetings also continued to be extended there, kept his eyes closed.

Words continue to overflow from the mouth of Reaper without worrying about how Wepal is doing.

"So instead of crushing the forces of the wilderness, we absorb them. If you become a major force, you can't ignore Mr. One, Two, Three, and you can't easily crush the Demons or the Beasts. However, it should be absorbed in the form of domination over the Beasts and elves, right? If we have a reciprocal relationship, we cannot operate at the expense of some force. That's one, two, three. You'll need to throw away a kind of pawn."

So far, Reaper has spoken to Leni of Swordlante in a hostile manner. We thought it would be a good idea to have them both bump into each other with the same preparation to be a muddy battle.

"... you've talked to us for a long time, but in the end you're talking about conquering the wilderness."

Hearing the sigh mixed Wepal's words, Reaper nods yeah happily.

"It's quick and helpful to talk"

"I know that a man named One, Two, Three is a threat. I myself know it well when I see it in front of me. But you don't even have to stand in front of him until we're ready for sacrifice, do you? Getting wilderness is a prescribed route. It would be impossible to clear the depression of the Demons without it. I've been preparing and investigating it."

So, and Wepal reassembles his legs and stares at Reaper.

"You just sound like you're telling me to take a risk. I don't feel the need to compete with humans just because I got the wilderness. I would have thought if there were fewer and weaker humans. But there's a hell of a lot of bills over there, and even if you don't, this one's very little on the number, right?

"Humans are fighting each other, aren't they?

"When common enemies are revealed, there is a chance that they will adopt a cooperative system. Instead, we get sidelined where we're fighting on our own. The phrase" humans against one another "would be more morale."

Numbers are threats, and we demons are sometimes locked up forever and have little information. Wepal understood it well.

"I know the world better than we do the other day. Know a man and know an elf while he is a beast. I've learned a little bit about the Demons in the past. By contrast, many demons, including me, do not know other races. There is a hate-based inheritance about elves, and I see them as inferior to the Beast tribe. To humans, there's only one person I've seen."

To be honest, I'm scared, Wepal says.

"So you're not going to deal with a human being?

Unfortunately, Wepal laughed at Reaper, who shook his head in an exaggerated gesture.

"No, I wouldn't have to do what you say if I had all the conditions."

"What are the conditions…?

"If you call yourself God, is that all you have?

To Wepal's question, Reaper opened one eye.

"Well, for once, you are a god who is familiar with dark attributes and has power over death"

Technically, I'm not the god of this world, but I spill it so it doesn't sound like it.

"There are two conditions. Information about forces hostile to us. And..."

Wepal's thin index finger was directed at Reaper.

"Lend me your strength. If you're asking for something, it's a deal."

Reaper was taken aback for a moment and his mouth was puckering, but when he coughed up and fixed his hair, he bowed his head in abandonment.

"Welcome and let me offer you"

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Without waiting for sunrise, two armies approach the border.

Alyssa leads the Focarol Army with hundreds of reserves left behind. The Royal Army of Orthon Grande, commanded by Imeraria and Subnak, has an equal number of hundreds.

"There are no maneuverable maneuvers, intensive attacks with projectiles from a distance. Then we storm and reclaim the border...? I don't know what to say, but there's nothing twisted about it."

"Well, even if you make fine arrangements in a mixed army, you're in control. That's just about right."

One, two, three and Oliga follow behind the two armies on horseback, respectively. One, two, three are perfectly good, and Origa follows because one, two, three will go.

"... it's time,"

The progress of the army has slowed and the borders have been seen in the distance.

The lead group has already begun to prepare the speculators. Exactly. Phocarol soldiers are more handy.

"Well, let me show you the fight in this country."

"Oh, I've put tea in a water bottle. I also brought some of Kym's baked sweets."

He received tea poured into a wooden cup, still standing in the hot air, and one, two, three threw baked sweets into his mouth. When you hand pay for the shards spilled on your tenderness, your horse shakes his head like it's tickled.

"Oh, here we go."

Around the mouth containing black tea, soldiers who were deploying on the front line began firing to match the voices of Alyssa and Imeraria.

And at the same time, Alyssa leads about ten cavalry men, approaching the border from side to side while making a big detour.

The Holland soldiers, who are standing on the brink of a sudden attack, were unable to cope at all, and were finally knocked down as good as any by Alyssa, who was attacked from the side where the spear had subsided.

Imeraria seemed to have tried to make the same assault, but it just looked like one, two, three watching from the rear that Subnak was desperate to stop.

"You've done well so far. Well, when Holland ends up crushed like this, I'm bored... yeah?

One, two, three mouths that find something in the distance bend like a three day moon.

Origa was sneaking herself into tea in the cup returned, looking at the delightful faces of one, two, three.

"... that's surprisingly brittle. One more time... Oh, that..."

Alyssa finished off five Holland soldiers by lowering her body and cleverly tearing the enemy's neck with a sidebar as she pushed from right to left toward the enemy formation, making sure that no damage had been done to her allies while taking a distance and turning back to the enemy formation.

By the way, no other soldier can imitate that clever, so he's making enemy breakthroughs while wielding the Great Sword.

Alyssa, who found something unloaded and hanging from the border fort, its rooftop, confirmed that the enemy was still in disarray and watched the rooftop.

"Oh no..."

What the Holland side showed hanging as if it were some kind of mark were ten corpses with rope around their necks.

As one thing, there are no five bodies satisfied, with either missing limbs or some of them having a cracked head. But Alyssa didn't care about that.

"Mr. Ma Kalme......"

"Oh, my God!

Around a stalling Alyssa, the Focarol soldiers are also looking up at the bodies, stripping their teeth and exposing their anger.

"And anyway, I managed..."

It was the moment when confusing Alyssa returned her gaze to the enemy formation.

When Alyssa looked up, who shadowed along with the sound of the ground and wondered if the clouds had come out, it was the giant who was there five meters tall.

"Become..."

For each soldier around him, Alyssa was slapped off the horse to be played with one of the giant arms swings.

Alyssa, rolling up her earthly smoke, quickly rebuilt her attitude and rose.

"Is that it?"

But I don't listen to my body, I get my ass cake on.

Simple armor keeps my body safe, but I was bent to the point where I could just see that my right leg was completely broken.

Soldiers were groaning around, and about five soldiers who were safe stood up and stood in front of the giant to protect Alyssa.

"Yes, I don't... I don't like it! Everybody, run!

He raised the sound of Alyssa's voice, and grabbed the great spear the giant was carrying on his back with a roar in his hand.