Summoned Slaughterer

It was Alyssa and Imeraria, and Sabnak, who rose to the jade in the reflection.

"Alyssa should have left the safe zone to check the situation. That would have also made you realize that that big fat ass came out. Sabnak shot a spear and then it was good to go in, but it was a failure to leave the infantry in search of speed. That should have put pressure on everyone from the front."

and more or less explained these contents, drawing lines to practical examples and the ground.

Against Imeraria, since the last,

"Figure out what you can and can't do, then move."

I was just told, I don't have any advice.

After the dissolution, Alyssa brought in the soldiers from Focarol as one, two, three, finished their lunch were sleeping in the right space.

Oliga is silently watching as she puts a knee pillow on one, two, three.

"What's up?

"Ko, I was hoping to get into the Holland around tonight...... I need your permission"

When Alyssa lowered her head, the soldiers lined up behind her said in unison, "Please!," he said.

"Alyssa. You're making all those mistakes..."

"Well, wait."

Oliga, one, two, three, held up her left hand with gloves on, trying to pay attention with a voice trembling in anger.

One, two, three, who woke up one body, look at Alyssa as she sat down.

"What's the plan?

"Quietly infiltrate across the border in the dark and burn down enemy facilities. In doing so, see if there are any other big enemies, how many enemies there are and how many weapons there are."

"Is that all?

To the words of one, two, three, Alyssa nodded without even showing a hesitant bare gesture.

"Because even if you fight like that, you don't know what you're good at and what's not. I'm going to gather information first."

When one, two, three, originally inaugurated Focarol territory's army, Alyssa is tasked with troops for reconnaissance. I have been trained to do so, and the result has been successful operations such as the Barzephone fishing in the Royal Castle.

While I've been preached to 123 for about three hours, I've been thinking about how I can avenge myself, and I've heard the word beside me that Imeraria can do what she's told me to do, and it's important to figure out who she's dealing with first, and if she's infiltrating, the Focarol Army has also done it many times during Vichy's crumble.

"So, why are you setting fire to it?

"Yeah, well, to keep people from knowing they're missing paperwork and stuff, and to slightly reduce enemy weapons. After that, I want to see how many people are caught in the fire."

One, two, three smile gently at Alyssa, who explained with her fingers folded.

"Right. Then you can do whatever you want. But this time, no help will come."

"It's okay! I'll do it right!

Nevertheless, one, two, three, who stood up, look over at the soldiers in line.

"When you guys attacked Arosale, you looked blue thinking that night raids and infiltrations were cowardly, right?

Some of the men, especially the ancient ginseng soldiers, have a bitter laugh at the words of one, two, three.

"Lord, forgive me for those days"

"I've come this far with the secretary and my people, and I've completely changed my mind. I don't want to waste my life, and most importantly... I have to use any method to make enemies of my people!

And when he flew to his companions, they all responded with a wild voice.

"Besides, you just caught a dangerous eye to the secretary. They'll never let go!

What the soldiers are talking about is revenge for Ma Kalme and the others at first, but increasingly anger about revenge for injuring Alyssa.

Oliga's eyes as she was listening behind one, two, three were completely chilled.

"If you're really in the mood to go kill him, fine. So, what are you gonna do when the big one comes out again? You're gonna hit me in retribution, and I'm gonna be trampled in that retribution?

"Oops. Lord, we're not stupid either. I've decided to take good care of it. I'm going to borrow some tools."

The soldier who grinned pointed was the corner of the defensive position, built by the Orthon Grande soldiers.

"I see."

One, two, three, allowed the operation with the same grin.

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"You can't stay like this!

and raised his face leaving traces of tears from the cushion he was clinging to, and it was two hours after Imeraria survived one, two or three sermons that shouted.

"Heh, Your Majesty. That... thanks to..."

The samurai, who had refrained by her side, shocked but spoke.

"Ah. Oh, I'm sorry. What a surprise."

"No. Let's put on more makeup than that. And lunch is served."

If you ask me, Imeralia, who thought she was hungry after noon, remembered that she was crying and blushed that the makeup that was thin but well done would also be completely flowing.

"Well, please. I'm sorry I showed you the embarrassment."

Imeraria rose from the top of a folding bench placed on the tent and placed a cushion. It was not the maid in front of her who replied to her, but the woman who came in with a basin with a meal on it.

"Your Majesty's crying face has been seen, so that is enough"

"... Mr. Sibula. Why are you here?

It is Sibula, the wife of Subnak and daughter of the Chancellor Adol, who is pouring tea out of the pot by placing a basin on the table, roughly confusing Imeralia. The apron dress is dressed as it is working as a samurai in the castle.

"I'm here to deliver lunch to my husband."

"Going all the way to the battlefield, is it?

Wearing tear marks with a beautiful handkerchief received from the samurai, Imeralia took her seat with a frightened face.

"Yeah, finally to see if my husband was having an affair. I've seen him earlier, but I'm happy to see him recessed for the first time in a long time. Did you know? My husband has the cutest face when he's making a mistake."

"You say terrible things in the face...... Besides, Mr. Sabnak wouldn't be cheating on you."

Sometimes it was a battlefield, and the diet in Imeraria was simplistic. Sometimes this is what she herself tells her to do. Still, it was pretty good compared to the soldiers.

Grab a bite of bread pinched with roasted meat, chew slowly and swallow.

"So, you came here on some business, right?

"I heard that His Majesty had been made to cry, so I thought it might be a distraction to talk to you."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to thank Mr. Subnak for the Second Lady."

"I brought you a parent book"

Imeralia was handed a letter that came out of her skirt pocket and she was getting a headache.

"It wouldn't be the handling of a parent book...... first of all, isn't this stuff carried by someone a knight?

"I happened to be looking for a knight that Mr. Vayer would carry this with me when I was cleaning my husband's workplace, so I threatened him because it would be a good excuse...... please let me keep it for you. My father prepared the fastest carriage for me."

"Parent book like that...... Mr. Weyer should get a pay cut"

"Oh, poor thing"

While wondering who was responsible, Imeralia opened her parents' books while eating knowing she was behaving badly.

"... you seem to have succeeded in protecting Master Nergal. Petition......? You should give it to me, not to me, but to Lady One, Two, Three or Alyssa."

"Oh, you're not in love."

"What are you talking about..."

Drinking tea, Imeraria sighed deeply.

"Right. Your Majesty's heart is directed at Uncle Toono, so I beg your pardon for the strange crossspear."

Imeraria's arms trembled and the tea, which had been reduced to about half the cup, swayed.

"Well, such a story without roots or leaves, from where..."

"Oh, there are rumors among royal castle samurai."

The story is famous about being able to come out to the battlefield in an attempt to show Uncle Toono a good place, Sibula tells him with a cool face.

"So, who told you such a story..."

"Of course, it's me"

"Buffoo!"

A samurai erupted unexpectedly into Sibula, who affirmed.

Imeraria, who barely spilled her tea on the table with her trembling hands, dazzled the sibula in front of her.

"It's totally unpleasant. Anyway, if you've finished your errands, please return to Wang Capital as soon as possible. This is a battlefield. You don't need to talk about sex."

"Your Majesty. Nothing needs to be the same mound as your Highness. Instead, it stands out for its inability to target you. My lords are attracted to heterosexuals who have things they don't have..."

"Get out!

Then I'll make fun of my husband a little more before I go home, and Sibula flatly left the tent behind.

"... I'm so tired."

Afterwards, Alyssa contacted me about a night raid where I was thinking about the future, and it was Imeraria who looked even more tired.

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The Horlant side of the border looked rather confused, either as a result of the morning defeat or even as the sun fell, and one, two or three of them blurred down from the roof of the building on the Horlant side.

In a dormitory for the Horlant side border guards, several outposts come and go over the roof, but there is no way to notice one, two, three hidden in the shadows created by applying dark magic in the darkness of the corner.

(You came a little too soon. free time)

I just wait for Alyssa and the others to attack me, eating a sandwich with vegetables brought to the Origa and some kind of meat caught in the grill.

The night raid notified by Alyssa was initially opposed by both Imeraria and Subnak.

There's also the possibility that there are still powerful weapons on the Holland side in the battle we did in the morning, because it's a night raid and it doesn't necessarily mean we can ambush it well.

But Alyssa had already decided to do so. Yeah, she didn't give in, saying it was an operation to investigate that “possibility”.

In the end, Imeraria eventually granted permission.

Only for the purpose of disturbance and investigation, not to go deep inside the Holland, provided that all information was shared with Imeralia and Subnak.

"You may think it's cowardly, but please. It's honest that we want information, too. If it's true, I'd like to take a safer approach."

I can't disagree too strongly than I can't even come up with a substitute, Imeraria spilled.

"I will consider what I can be. I can't say anything about it right now, but from Mr. Alyssa's information, you'll also know a lot. It's odd what I say when I fail, but please come back safely."

Imeralia took Alyssa's hand and shook her hand firmly, she walked out of the tent and dropped off Alyssa as she and the soldiers took away to prepare.

Sabnak approached one, two, and three, who watched in silence.

"One, two, three, Alyssa is very uptight about something, is something wrong?

"You're desperate for that one. I haven't even gotten my buddies back for what they did."

And one, two, and three found Sabnak.

"Your daughter-in-law was talking to Origa about something, what did she blow in?

"What, Shibula?

A sweat erupted in his face, Sabnak says he knows nothing.

"Ki, when I suddenly thought I'd come to this place, they laughed so much at my failure today... Mr. Origa, what were you saying?

"I don't know. Do it. Dinner will follow weirdly, like I made it, or I'll fix the road, or I don't have a shoulder."

"Why are you so proud of me?"

"No, depressed by boulders. And I'm gonna go to bed ready for the night, so I'm gonna rent you a tent."

Sabnak laughed as he flickered his hands and headed to the place where he was putting the materials.

"Are you following Mr. Alyssa?

"No, just look"

One, two, three, who turned around, also had a smile on his face, but of a different nature than that of Subnak.

"He's the guy I picked up and tried to work out. Success or failure, I want to make sure."

One, two, three are leaving, going to look at Alyssa's performance of the operation to determine if the future battle will be fun.

"One, two, three..."

There are things I somehow imagine in Subnak. One, two, three is an anticipation that you might want to see what you create break flashy.

What will break then? Focarol soldiers, this country, this world.

How far would it be destroyed, one, two, three would be satisfied?

I wonder what one, two, three will do after I break it.

"Though I can't help thinking about it..."

Sabnak's thoughts made him anxious himself if he produced all his frightening imaginations on his own.