Summoned Slaughterer

Often, people's behavior is rarely what others imagine or desire. What needs to be accomplished and not accomplished is that someone's aspirations have just slipped away.

Like many things, Imeraria's instructions (or wishes) ended in vain.

"You've made some noise. Is something wrong, Mr. Sabnak?"

"Ugh, Mr. Origa..."

Sabnak was the guide for the Vines, replacing Vayer, who was busy preparing to receive reinforcements who were due to arrive later.

On the way to the tent for visitors I had reserved, I just met Oliga with the luggage I had purchased in Munster.

Without knowing about Origa, the Vines turn their gaze to Subnak for an explanation, not knowing who the beautiful girl who appeared before them was. But Sabnak is not in a position to respond to it.

"Uh..."

"Have you decided on any maneuvers? And you... well, to the Beast Clan, are you an elf? I've never seen it before, but what's wrong?

Sabnak had not given any thought to the explanation if Origa and the Beasts came into contact. I've only decided to take my time thinking about it later and then mix it up with Imeraria.

The Vines bowed their heads, releasing a subnak that was blue and sweaty.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Vine, the Beast Man. Beyond the wilderness, I come from the slam of Swordlante"

"Well, be polite. I am Oliga, wife of Count Toono, lord of Focarol."

"Oh, you're your husband's wife! I wanted to go to your husband and I've come this far!

"What?"

"What?"

Seeing Origa and Vine staring at him, Sabnak would have escaped at all, if he had been a Knight of the Peace, looking up at the distant sky.

Neither did he realize that his right leg had escaped only one step.

"I see, was purchased by your husband in the wilderness"

"Yeah, and then you let me go right away, and then you gave me the learning, and then even the environment where I live safely... I wanted to repay you something, and I thought I'd meet your husband"

In the tent for guests, the conversation began in a soothing atmosphere, with Origa making tea with tea and baked sweets of chime character.

The men of the Beast tribe admire the beauty of Oliga, the wife of one, two, three, and Puse and Vine talk about what has happened so far. Sabnak also thought that he should go to Imeraria to report, but he confirmed the outcome of the meeting first. Depending on the flow of the story, you may have to keep your body up and protect the Beasts.

(Is this one battlefield, too? Though it's also a weird story for someone else to crack into a sex shack. Oh, I could have talked to Sibula if she was here. I want to go home soon)

Have a sip of tea in the mood to cry. As Origa said she found a good tea leaf in Munster, it has a refreshing sweetness.

"So, I came to accompany Mr. Vine to see Mr. One, Two, Three. I wanted to talk to you myself."

"Hopefully, I'd like to serve on your husband's side. I've done my best to use magic, and I'll shield myself to protect you in case."

"Really?"

Slowly tilting the cup to make sure it tasted like tea, Origa grinned and chewed to see Vine desperately asking for it.

"If you can help your husband, one, two, three, you're welcome. But there's only one thing you need to know and the conditions you need to protect."

"Hey, what is it?"

"What you need to know is what one, two, three strives for.... Are you prepared to kill someone for one, two, three?

Whispered with a constant smile, it weighs like a final inquisition, whilst at a mild pace as if to hear a hobby.

"In time..."

The atmosphere. Lightly as a float, an atmosphere that doesn't hesitate as much as a hairy one to take a life.

I feel it on one, two, three. I felt it on top of the Origa. Puse was stunned.

But Vine's ready.

"No problem. To that end, I have trained."

"Really?"

Feeling the pressure from Origa was somewhat soothing, the men also dropped their nervous shoulders.

"That, another condition, what is it?

"It's an easy thing. Mr. Vine said he'd stand up and protect you now, but one, two, three?

"Yes, of course."

"That's what I do. If you're going to do that, after my life is gone for one, two, three."

Origa didn't even seem willing to hear back, and when she ran out, she turned to Subnak.

"Mr. Sabnak"

"Ha, ha!

"So can you tell me why this position is getting noisy?

"Ugh... ok..."

Afterwards, the beasts, who were also face-to-face with Alyssa, became patterned depositories in Focarol, not in Imeraria.

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The most important thing is to “know” before the enemy, one, two, three says.

One of Holland's magic researchers, a young man named Gaap, is listening. He is summoned to Prime Minister Kzem's room and listens as he is in the Chancellor's office with the assistant he has brought.

"You know it's advantageous just to know where they came from, how they approached you, and what gear you're wearing,"

"Yes, but for that there are guards and patrols, guarding them while checking their perimeter with the magic props of the lights"

"So, if he gets hit, it's over. Like the way things are right now."

"It's... it's an individual's ability. As long as the raiders are weaker or the guards are stronger, it won't be a problem."

"Idiot."

Kuzem, working away at the desk, also trembled at the voice of one, two, three, which blocked Gaap's words.

"You have to think about whether an individual is strong or not after you get to a higher level. If you're an elephant, think basically," Even a fool can do it. "

For example, and pull appropriate parchment paper from Kuzem's desk and turn it upside down.

I drew two circles and started with my fingers.

"If one broke, you had another demon prop to crack, right? Make that brittle and prepare two pairs, and the dude on duty keeps them in front of and behind your body. That way, even if they knock you out before they give you a signal with something, the other one will crack and tell the guy in the building something abnormal."

I drew an oblique line on one circle and X on the other.

"I see."

"Physical defense, too. I can climb this castle with my bare hands."

"Normally, I can't."

"But wouldn't magic make it easy?

"But when it comes to destroying, there's a loud noise..."

"No. Who among you can use dirt magic?

One of the assistants raises his hand to one, two, three questions.

Towards the man, one, two, three, made by hand about forty centimeters wide to show.

"So how long does it take to make a grasp of stone into a wall at this interval?

"Hih, if there's thirty seconds per"

"Then you can have a clue if you have a few minutes around the walls here."

To the uttered words, the assistants are secretly discussing each other.

"But with that degree of grip, I have a very..."

"Who told you guys to climb yourselves. Soldiers should do it there."

Oh, one, two, three took his head seriously to Gaap, who looks like

"Seriously, you're not turning your head on applications or expanding applications or anything like that."

From there, the story goes as far as the magical applications, such as drilling by water currents and transmission to distant places by wind magic, and, at the end of the day, physical contact methods in buildings using sound pipes, as well as the concept of sensors.

All of a sudden, in response to interesting techniques and theories, Gaap and his assistants asked many questions as they listened and stared at the graffiti that one, two, three would glide through.

"Um... now, how can you tell me this?

Gaap listened terribly when the lecture, which lasted until late at night, came to a paragraph.

"Oh, because the Orson Grande army will be here in a few days. If you're not ready, you'll be one-sided. That's not funny."

"What?"

Like a rusty machine, as Gaap turned around, Kuzem nodded like he had given up.

Then, in a few hours, a decree informing him of the state of the border arrives, and Adramerk enters the defensive preparations all night long.

One, two, three appearances had disappeared at some point as many people were chased to prep under Gaap's direction.

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"Dear Nergal, I will use you as a shield in this operation."

In the venue of the military council were the figures of Immelalia, Nergal, Subnak, Biron, Vayer, Alyssa, and Origa and the Beasts. Origa, of course, and the Beasts weren't originally scheduled to participate, but since Origa declared, "I'll follow you, too," there was no way to keep her from joining us, beyond being superior to Alyssa, and since that girlfriend brought her in, it was no match for anyone to tell her to take her seat off.

Being an irregular member was for a while a look that was turning in greetings, but everyone was surprised by the words that Immelalia suddenly said to Nergal when she got to the point.

"... I would like to hear more about what His Majesty thinks"

Stop the guard standing behind you from trying to protest, and Nergal asks Imeraria.

"During this incursion into the Holland, we will proceed to the capital, Adramelk, at once. Only take a minimum break, with the maximum force you can still move."

"So, aren't you and my country going to be devastated? If I go into the Holland, that will help contain the soldiers. Isn't that all it takes to solve it?"

To Nergal's opinion, the Sabnaks expressed their agreement by nodding.

But Oliga is silent, and Alyssa imitates it.

"So what if Master Nergal went missing on his way to Wangdu?"

"Hmm..."

"I am not familiar with the person who is now moving Holland, but would it not be more beneficial for that person if Master Nergal did not return? Even if you return to the royal castle, before many know it," if you are gone, "you will remain in power."

When I heard about Imeraria, Nergal snapped.

"You're right, Your Majesty. Shame on you, how much power you have now in your own army...... probably the prime minister Kuzem. We don't know if there's anyone he's got mixed up with."

"So this is also a way to make the masses widely aware that Master Nergal has returned to the Royal Castle. Notifying your return in a dignified and flashy manner is also a way to stop assassins who don't like to gather their ears and eyes, and to bring in many defensive forces."

"Not as a force of war, but a great army to stand out...? I don't know what to say, but it doesn't look good on you and you can think of bold measures."

"... my little girl is just desperate to take back her loss"

Imeraria's whining was audible to everyone's ears, but no one reacted to it.

"But it's also a very dangerous measure"

Biron opened his mouth.

"Let me say enemies… but I dare to ignore the presence of Master Nergal here, and I can also think of the possibility of crushing him with strength"

"Besides, don't you even need to rush that far?

In tune with Billon, and cautious theory emerged from Subnak, too, but Imeraria does not shake her head vertically as hard as she can.

"We need to hurry. One is that that's all you can afford to manipulate the Holland if you prolong it. And that's the trend of one, two, three."

I look at Hiraki and Origa, but I smile without reacting in any way.

That's all I care about, on the contrary, about Imeralia.

"That one seems very likely to be on the Holland side. If it moves better, it could cost you ten or a hundred."

"... but isn't that a sacrifice on my Holland side?

Nergal says anxiously that His Majesty has nothing to worry about.

"I'm afraid so."

Imeralia shook her head at the anxiety of Nergal.

"I'm not that optimistic."

Such an idiot, Nergal asked his surroundings to agree, but neither Subnak nor Vayer nor Billon can deny that “there is a possibility that sacrifice has been made to the Orthon Grande side by one, two, three”.

"And some Oliga, the Countess of Toono?

"Oh, thank you for your attention"

Turned to water by Nergal, Origa replied with a smile.

"But you seem to expect forgiveness and help from your husband from the beginning, unfortunately you can only accept him as an object of truncation. I think my husband has the same idea about this. In that regard, Your Majesty's thoughts are wonderful. Way to favor both offense. And would you be brave enough to lead that line yourself?

"Huh?

"Of course it is. There is no way that one person who is indulgent in a safe place can be the one who seeks to put Nergal's life at risk."

Opposition continued, but Imeraria suppressed.

"Dear Nergal, how about it?

"... I have no specifications to disagree with. I don't have anything right now, but I'd like to send you my greatest thanks for settling in on this one."

To Nergal, who stood up and thanked him respectfully, Imeralia nodded to Eagle Deep.

The Sabnaks, who rightly saw the king in his appearance, also rise naturally and give thanks.

"And Mr. Origa, Mr. Alyssa. I'd like to ask the soldiers of Focarol to help us."

"Just kidding. Aren't there many National Army soldiers gathered here? I don't know if we can do anything to help, but we're just widows?

You can say cold smile, to Oliga, who sends a cold gaze, and Imeraria smiles back without pulling a step.

"I'm not kidding. This is also what Master One, Two, Three taught me. Oliga and Alyssa, who are familiar with Dear One, Two, Three, and Focarol soldiers who can respond if Dear One, Two, Three provides guidance to soldiers. It's not a number. I'd like to borrow your knowledge. Knowing how important it is, I was taught“ directly ”by one, two, three."

"Well, does that mean you're hostile to Mr. One, Two, Three?

When Puse asked in a trembling voice, Imeralia denied exactly "no".

"This is a life-threatening“ homework ”. You have to prove it by cutting other people's lives, my answer."

"I'll go too!

When Vine proclaims his rise, Geng and Malphas will also be in tune.

To that word, Imeraria does not answer, sees Origa. Because I leave it to Phocarol to judge me about them.

"If that is the case, I will also take the beasts and promise His Majesty the utmost help. … the amateur of war will show you how far you can go"

"I'll tell you the opposite, as king, that just killing isn't the way to end a war."

In the tingling air, only one person, Alyssa, pointed her mouth and said boo-boo.

"I'm in charge of the army."

The departure was then set as the next day, and for the first time in Orthon Grande history, the battle under the direct command of the Queen was to be started by the will of the Queen personally.