Summoned Slaughterer

Vengeance opens the curtain quietly.

The number of Focarol soldiers infiltrated Holland with Alyssa is eleven. Divide Alyssa into two and the rest into three to infiltrate and destroy.

From the Orson Grande side of the fort, rope and twist with the help of your buddies. Alyssa found the end of the rope hanging Ma Kalme's corpse along the way and the hand sword that cut it stabbed the wall, thinking for a while before pulling five hand swords out of the wall and into her nostalgia.

"Behave differently from here"

"Roger that. Good luck."

At Alyssa's signal, the soldiers descend from the fort with no sound.

From the small noises we hear from time to time, it is to the extent that we know that we have successfully defeated the patrol on the Holland side.

"I'm coming."

"Ha."

Alyssa checked under the fort and jumped.

When you land on the grassy ground rolling with corn, you carry the backpack you were holding in your arms and quickly pull out the sidelines.

The soldiers accompanying him moved in the same way, each with tools for ignition.

When Alyssa checked her surroundings, she thought the soldiers who had come down earlier had finished and saw two Horrant soldiers fall nearby. Other than that, there are no signs of enemies around.

Having decided that the preceding soldiers were already on their way to the destination they had set in the middle of the day, Alyssa searches for the building they plan to take charge of.

It's time to move on to the building of interest.

I can't turn the lights on. Walk relying only on the moonlight while touching each other's bodies to keep them from falling off.

"... here we are"

In front of Alyssa was a four-story and large building with a presence in the darkness of the night.

It seems rushed and has a simple shape with few windows, but apart from the doors usually for people to enter and exit, there was a huge gate a few meters high.

During the day, Alyssa was concerned about Daimon, who secretly emitted the size and unusual atmosphere of this building from the fort rooftop, convinced that there was more to it than something important… than the giant soldiers of Holland themselves or something about it.

If there are still giant soldiers, Alyssa would have liked to have handled them in an ambush, and she thinks it would be nice to have some material that shows any weaknesses.

Two Horlant soldiers walk side by side around the outer perimeter of the building with magic tools and thought lights.

I'll take care of it.

Without waiting for a reply, Alyssa, who then proceeded, approached from behind the soldiers, blocking one mouth with her left hand, sticking the sidebar in her right hand from behind to the other neck muscle.

When a soldier with his mouth suddenly blocked dropped the light he had confused, a colleague who was bleeding and falling floated and was slashed in the throat while he was screaming without a voice.

Alyssa picked up the magic item that was falling when she imitated one, two, three and wiped the sides with her pocket and looked around for a while, but gave it to her companion who came to cover her.

"Sorry, I don't know how to turn it off"

"What...?

The soldier, who was suddenly given the magic prop, tried to twirl the tools that emitted light, but in the end he didn't know where the switch was, so he decided to bury it just now.

Covering the soil and making sure the light stopped leaking, Alyssa and the others sighed small.

When you circle the building and find a tree window that you might be able to access, you scratch the sidewalk and open it slowly.

It was dark inside, but Alyssa and the others, who decided there were no people, went into the building in turn, vigilant around.

Alyssa didn't notice at all, but one, two, three, were looking down from the roof of the barracks next door.

"Well, maybe it's a reasonable decision."

At the time of confirmation of Alyssa's appearance, all the enemy soldiers who were coming to the barracks rooftops were killing them.

Some of Focarol's infiltrators were in charge of the barracks, but they just broke in from the ground floor, seemed to be traveling while doing some research inside, and they're still unlikely to get to the roof.

"Well, as a guardian, I'll keep an eye on you."

Go to the edge of the building and run wildly toward the building where Alyssa infiltrated.

The distance to the target is about ten meters. Even farther than the world record. The escape distance is also short.

"Yikes."

Step on the edge of the roof and jump up with the wind drawn apart.

The cold air of the night hits my face.

(12) A noise appeared, and the air was released and the brake was applied.

"Whoa?

Unexpected distance is not earned, stalled one, two, three take out the sickle and throw the sickle.

Make a dry noise, a sickle pierces the rooftop of the target, and with the chain grabbed, you put your foot on the wall of the third floor portion to kill the sound.

"Huh... Was it a little impossible"

Climb the chain and stand on the roof.

"You're just free to wait..."

It was one, two, three that I was thinking about with my arms together, but I quickly went down to the third floor hanging out with my bare hands.

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Imeraria, who was once back to Munster from where he laid his defensive position, was still caged in a room prepared by Biron, even immersed in thought, even after he had finished his dinner.

"Failure is failure. I'll reflect, but there will always be no progress in dragging."

Run an inked pen without any concern.

“Defense," "Night Assault," "Rescue Failure," "Huge Enemy."

When we sorted it out, there was no significant damage except for the Focarol teaching corps and the soldiers who were on the border guard, and we were able to reclaim the land around the border that we had temporarily lost.

If things had gone as planned, Alyssa and the others would have infiltrated the Holland by now and embarked on investigations and sabotage.

If you think so, a great deal of haste arises in Imeraria.

"Me too, me too..."

Crush, then take a big, deep breath to regain calm.

“Reflection," "Holland," "Nergal," "Truce."

Keep the words hard, remembering the long and gloomy sermons.

♪ What you can ♪ ♪ What you can't do ♪

"I don't think I have the talent to go to war..."

I have to admit that no longer.

As far as defense was concerned, he succeeded dangerously, led by Subnak, and could not find a place to play in the morning battle, etc.

"What you can do, what you can do..."

I haven't forgotten my role as queen. We have to put it on Holland alone and not neglect the others.

But if we leave the settlement with Holland here to one, two, three or Alyssa alone, we will at last be unable to get through the influence of Focarol territory against both Holland and Vichy.

But when you settle, you need force.

So far, we have the Royal Orthon Grande Army, led by Subnak, and the Count Billon Army, who are working with us.

But it's not enough to think about doing things properly with one country. Technically speaking about the battle, Imeraria knew that if we pulled out the Focarol soldiers, there would be an increase in armaments on the Holland side.

"A showdown, a settlement, a negotiation, a truce…"

I realized how uncomfortable it was as I wrote the word out loud, wondering if I would have to rely on one, two or three for a truce than I had no decisive fighting power.

X between “Showdown” and “Settlement”.

Imeralia, who gently put her pen back on the pen stand, stares at the x-mark with her blue eyes.

"What you can do... this!

The door gently opened when Imeraria, who stood up in the momentum of just knocking down the chair, called out if anyone was there.

"May I call you, Your Majesty?"

"... Mr. Sibula, are you still here..."

Seeing Sibula grappling with her servant clothes skirt for a rendezvous, Imeralia sat back in her chair nagging.

"I was in the military. It looks like one of our servants had a fever, so we're here to help"

Though half-heartedly about what was said, Imeralia, who thought her personality aside would be trustworthy, wrote safely on the paper at hand, signed and dropped the wax, pressing the removed ring.

"Please deliver this to Mr. Vayer of the King's Capital. Hurry as fast as you can."

Sibula, who received the letter offered by Imeraria, gently held it in her chest when carefully wrapped in a handkerchief.

"I'm in awe. I'll deliver it myself. I have a carriage, and I was able to give it a good rest."

"You can ask someone of the knights, right?

No, and Sibula shakes her head.

"It is what His Majesty has decided troubled. It's nothing like this."

Imeraria made her face snap against Sibula, who grinned and chewed.

"How... do you know I was troubled?

"For just about an hour now, I have been feeling a little dizzy and brought to the door of this room to rest. I happened to have an ear on the door, so when I heard His Majesty's solitude, I heard nothing."

Imeraria no longer had the same angry temper in Sibula, who only flushes her gaze sideways and speaks without being evil.

"Enough, please."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

As Sibula exited, who showed her inward-looking gratitude, Imeralia felt the fatigue pushing more and more on her shoulders and contemplating measures until earlier, getting dressed early and entering the bed.

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"Yeah..."

As the entrance to the Wang capital, the carriage after the procedure, continues into the town, the streets continue to thrust through the most flourishing streets towards the royal castle.

Poose raised his voice unexpectedly when he saw the streets lined with colorful products in various shops, with stone three-storey and four-story houses.

"This is the capital of Orson Grande. There are no particular defined names. They say only this town was originally called the Orthon Grande."

The beasts listened with interest to Palu, who had been organizing the documents in the carriage, as if he was particularly interested in food, which was sold on the roads.

"So where are you headed?

"Let's visit the royal castle first. The lord has no particular place to stay. Sleeping in a castle or staying in an inn around the city on a whim..."

Palu smiled, laughing powerlessly, saying that Vine would agree too, thinking that he was the hardest person in the aristocracy to contact. Among the slams, he didn't want to sleep on the bed, or fall asleep time apart, making it difficult to even create an opportunity to see his face inside, even if he wanted to see him.

"But when it comes to castles, you have kings, don't you? Is that where we get in?

"What do you think? At least I thought you might have some tips on where the lord would be. Speaking of which, I've stayed at the Royal Castle... even studied it."

"A castle is about me?

The destination Malphas pointed to was certainly the royal castle that Orson Grande was proud of.

The royal castle, with its many spires, was visible in the direction of travel in a majestic atmosphere.

"Yeah, that's it"

"Huh... this is awesome, I've never seen a big building like that before"

Gueng snorts at Pelori and shakes his head yeah yeah.

The carriage reaches before the royal castle after losing so much.

Sometimes a soldier in a trolley was following him as an escort, and the story of Palu being a Count Toono Territorial Clerk conveyed so much that some of the knights on duty remembered Palu's face that the process proceeded without delay, it seemed.

"Ju, the Beast Clan..."

If you're talking about Count Toono, it was Midas who was summoned.

Midas, who finished his Nergal escort assignment and spent two days on family service, held his head in a dark mood about this or this at the beginning of the holiday.

Midas decided that it would be difficult to accept an inn that is open to the public all over the city because of how popular it is within one, two or three people.

Sometimes this happens, so I decide, with my inner stupidity, that there is nothing that stands out, that I wish I could keep the mansion in Wang Du, and that I would accept it once to the royal castle and consult with the Chancellor.

Seeing the Beastmen walking around unfamiliar indoors, such as polished floors and exquisitely sculpted ceilings, Palu remembered that he was even like that when he was brought in as a slave. I can't remember how Kym was, but I think everyone else was the same.

"Dear Midas. Now, where is Count Toono?

"... you would have sent soldiers from Focalor to Holland, wouldn't you? Follow it or go ahead... well, definitely headed to Holland"

"Where is Holland?

Midas hissed for a moment at Geng, who had talked with his neck stretched all the way, but coughed up and deceived him.

"Somehow, right...... just as far from Focarol, it's on the other side, it's another country"

"Ha-ha-ha. One, two, three are going out that far."

"So if I go that far, will I see your husband?

"Your husband?

Now Vine came up with herself, and Midas asked Palu for help with his gaze.

"It's about Count Toono. Apparently, they were" buying ”them and companionship them in a human town across the wilderness, and all sorts of things..."

"Oh, I see..."

Midas shook his head sideways against Vine, wondering if it would be longer if he penetrated and asked.

"Probably, but it's dangerous now. So be nice in the castle..."

It was Midas who plotted to cause as much trouble as possible, but one knight called out and ended up in jail.

"Hey, aren't you Mr. Palu! Long time no see!

"Mr. Vayer. How have you been?

"Yeah, thanks to you. Thank you for all you've taught me at Focarol! Are you with me... this is awesome, are you from the Beast Clan... hey, is this the Elf! As always, you have everything in Focarol!

The conversation thrives on Vayer, who speaks pleasantly, as does the familiar Palu. Vayer has spoken several times during his stay in Focarol, and with his wife, Filinion, he has also received lectures on household registration and other residential management.

"So what happened to being deliberately taken to the Royal Castle?

"These people are lords... because they wanted to see Count Toono"

"That would have been just fine! We were planning to leave for Holland now, too. Now it's a thousand people, so it's fine with a few more people."

When Vayer made a cheap contract, the beasts rejoiced at each other's faces. We are approaching one, two, three with tongues of clapping.

"Buh...!

It was Midas who panicked about this.

Pulling Vayer's arm to distance him, he drops his voice so he can't hear.

"What's wrong, Mr. Midas?"

"Why do I need to go to Holland? And a thousand men with soldiers."

"This is an order from His Majesty. Hurry up and gather your numbers so we can bring Master Nergal to Munster."

Midas, who had been stunned for a while with his eyes open, turns his mind back and asks questions.

"Seriously, there will be both Focarol and Billonian troops. Why do we need extras?"

"I don't know. Your Majesty's order didn't say that much. Besides, the order was so important that Captain Sabnak's wife had it with her immediately, there's no question in my mind."

The robbery of a document from Nergal by Sibula, Vayer, who decided to lay low in the name of honor.

"Gu... ok. That might be easier for me. If you're here to see Uncle Toono, you'd better have him serve your purpose early. Vayer, can I take care of this?

"I understand. Later, I have a favor to ask..."

"I only have a bad feeling, dude..."

Vayer lowered his head deeply as he took Midas' hand and forced him to shake it.

"All deputy captains and above of the Kingsguard will be away on this march, so please direct in the castle."

"Give me a break..."

When the Holland commotion was over, it was Midas, who applied for a long vacation and made a firm vow to take the kids out to play.