Summoned Slaughterer

"Whoa. You're the tiger boy I saw somewhere"

Malphas was silently rushing toward one, two, three.

In the sight of one, two, and three, waiting for relaxation, in the form of angry minds, I could see the figure of Geng rushing after me, beyond Malphas, who somehow demonstrated the physical abilities of the Beastman tribe.

"You. Ahhh!

Even though there is still some distance, Malfus flies with his hands claws softly out.

There are differences in stature, but above all for one, two, three, such as an attack protruding straight to the point of stupidity, you can close your eyes.

One, two, three, who tilted his neck hard and avoided, kicked his soft belly with a forward kick.

"Ghan!"

Seeing Malphas holding his belly and rolling, Geng let him cut his breath and stood in front of one, two, three, bowing his head.

"Shabby and easy. This tiger beast boy followed me by saying he wanted one, two, three to work out..."

"Oh, well."

One, two, three nods lightly, forgetting that he was attacked, etc.

One, two, and three, standing in front of Malphas, drenched in dirt and smothered, looked down with his nostalgia.

"Ooh, tiger."

In one, two, three inquiries, Malphas seems to be full of staring.

"You're too weak. Instead of being different from before, are you getting weaker? The next time I saw him, I said I'd kill him, but I'll see you in this. I don't even want to kill him."

"Dear One, Two, Three"

Origa, who was approaching behind one, two, three without making a sound, spoke in a low voice. There is an iron fan in its hand, and it is gripped so hard that the blood runs through it.

"Have we talked yet? If you'll excuse me, I'd like to take care of this disrespectful man."

Its cold gaze captures Malphas.

I was also surprised that I was approached without being noticed by myself, the beast man, but more than that, it was more shocking that the beauty, who had smiled at me until earlier, was asking permission to kill herself.

"Hey, why..."

There are tears mixed with pain and sorrow.

Try to interrupt there and kneel in the outfit where Geng shelters Malphas.

"Oh, ma'am! Would you please forgive me!? I was wondering if this guy made a mistake..."

"Drop it."

One word twinkled, one, two, three decided to briefly explain on the spot.

That I have two children who I missed when I smashed the Tiger Beast Man settlement in the wilderness, one of whom is Malphas.

That I could tell you to stay strong the next time I see you.

That I didn't tell you my name.

"... So you couldn't keep what one, two, three were told, and you remained weak. I'm still an unsaveable hungry ghost everywhere. Though I didn't know, it is my downfall that I brought these people before Dear One, Two, Three. Including this dog, we will dispose of it responsibly. You're guilty of the same crime as the elves."

One, two, three hands grasp the shaken right hand.

"Why don't you wait?... you know. Why should I stop you? You said I was patient for Alyssa and the dumb queen..."

"Ha," Oliga breathed, feeling the pain of tightening her wrist tightly.

I wonder if I should know better than anyone that one, two, three, always wants to kill people more than anyone else. Realizing that he was also angry when he thought he murdered Aiperos, Imeraria's brother, Oliga's pain, which was tightened up with all-powerful force, also seemed like one, two or three kindnesses scolding himself.

"And I beg your pardon. also, you grip me harder, punish me, more..."

"Idiot."

"Ah."

Pep, and let go of his wrist and throw away Oliga, and one, two, three crouch down and put his face close to Malphas.

"So, what do we do? If you give up, I'll kill you now. But yeah...... geng"

"Heh!"

"How are Leni and the others doing?

To the abrupt question, Geng was only shuddering for a moment, but he only spit and began to talk.

"Humans have become more and more inhabited in town, and slums are getting bigger and bigger. It's easy to have trouble with a human town, but Leni and Helen are already working hard to protect the town. Come on..."

Lots of beasts and humans. Geng explained diligently that even the elves would now live together, and that if it stayed this way, only human towns and forces would be reversed.

"Besides, even the Beast clan can easily see that magic can be used, and see, I can't believe Vine, the Beast man over there, wants to be of use to you. I also learned magic with all my heart, so I came here to see you!

"Huh. … So here's what we'll do"

Grabbing Malphas' head, one, two, three forced his gaze together.

"You, go back to the wilderness. Show me the strength of one end. If I can do that, I'll deal with them again."

"To, the town of man..."

To the stunned Malphas, one, two, three said, "Can't you?" Ask.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I thought if the Beasts came together, I wouldn't win either. Tsuka, Tiger, be a tiger and sharpen your collective combat."

Just kidding in a strange tone, one, two, three leaves like he's lost interest.

By the way, this is one, two, three mistakes, and tigers hunt alone, not by nature a group.

"Anyway, I'm watching the game right now, so don't interrupt me"

Malfus stands up supported by a geng as he drops off one, two, three waves. Tears were shining in his eyes, but his eyes were entirely those of the beast.

You said, "Malfus,"

When Origa spoke, both Geng and Malphas shook their shoulders.

"Now do your best not to disappoint Master One, Two, Three"

Geng receives the paper gently offered by Oliga on behalf of Malphas.

"I will put on a few soldiers as a guide and escort, so you should go back to Focarol now and return from there to the wilderness. Before you go to the wilderness, work out for a while in Focalor. Show the paper to the Focarol staff. It should make you better."

"I have a story to tell you, how could you..."

"Don't you see?

Smile, I'm scared.

"It is the goal of my life now that the wishes of Lady One, Two, Three will be fulfilled. If that's what you're doing, I'll do anything, and I'll kill anyone."

Oliga looks up in the sky, stroking her right wrist lovingly.

"Fight. Involve all who can fight and fight. Kill one, two, three with all of it."

However, Oliga glanced at him again.

"If you can only attack as warmly as you did earlier, keep in mind that your life and the lives around you will disappear easily."

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"I didn't know there was such magic..."

Was it a mistake to move the magician all at once to beat him easy, Tannin was biting his teeth, but he doesn't show it to his expression.

"You can lower the magic soldier now. Change the infantry into a front-facing line while appropriately spearing and towing"

Tannin reviews the status quo as he hears the soldiers instructed begin to communicate aloud.

I was convinced that the advantages over numbers should not yet be covered. It hurts that very little of this attack has arrived, but conversely, there is less damage to our own troops.

"Forced to push back with infantry like this, huh? It lacks smartness, but surely…"

The question is, is there a Nergal on the Orson Grande side? To determine where you are as you are, bumping an infantry is likely to be a brawl. That makes it harder to search for just one person.

But it ended with concern.

The searcher came out from the other side.

"Dear Tannin! Dear Nergal... We have revealed who names!

"... heh"

As the soldier ran out of breath and shouted, Tannin turned her eyes round and laughed for a few moments.

"Tell them all. That's fake, he said. And the ungrateful who name the heir to the throne must be destroyed by our hands."

When Nergal came out to the front, his figure was grand as a superior in a luxurious robe, and a horse with a stunning body carried a brilliant saddle with pieces of jewellery, somewhat proud.

(I thought this kind of thing was after I was crowned)

Even as they grinned and walked forward, the soldiers of the Orthon Grande gave way, creating a street in the pedestrian walls to the front of the barrier.

I see the movement of the line starting as the Holland magic attack subsides and sparse spears fly in.

"Soldiers of my Holland!

Unaccustomed to shouting, Nergal raised a slightly faint voice.

At first, it also sounded like a front line on the Holland side, and I could see some gaze pointing this way.

"I am the next king, Nergal! King Orson Grande, has come this far by the generosity of Lord Imeraria. I must return to the capital, Adramelk, to mourn His Majesty the great Sprungel! I don't know who's in command of the army, but clear the way!

To the grand proclamation, the Horrant soldiers are bothered, but it also quickly subsided and continued to change formation as he leaned his neck.

"Apparently, you've judged Your Majesty a fake over there."

"It's a shame," Nergal shook his head when Weir, who was subtly here about behind Nergal, snapped.

"And I'm not“ sire ”because I'm still in front of the crown. … as planned, please"

"Dear Nergal... It will be hard..."

Lord Vayer.

Turning around, Nergal looks sunny.

"If it was meant to be, it was something I had to do for a long time. With all this help, I will not imitate resentment toward your country. And in a way, I think it's good."

"It's good, is it?

"Yes. It's a good thing. If nothing had happened, I would have finished my studies and returned to the castle, crowned.... just said he was nominated, without any merit"

Vayer had no word to give it back.

He says he is a blood relative at first, but rather remote from the previous king. Naturally, it was easy for Vayer to imagine how dissatisfied he would be. Sprungel, the former king, who decided to study in Focarol rather than in the country, may have been a measure in fear of the area.

"It's a good opportunity. Here I will show you my command as king to triumph over to the castle and make my face and voice known to the people. A little more, I will help your country, but for that matter, I will show you across the battlefield as dignified as His Majesty the Imeraria."

"It's..."

Imeraria simply hides her fright and feels that there is a large part of her standing by her antagonism of one, two, three, but she may also be saying it knowingly, Vayer felt.

"It's a reliable word. Okay, on schedule. Good luck."

"Thanks"

At the end of the conversation, Nergal, with his tight expression, turns to the front.

"Holland's elite! Can't you still hear me!

In his heavily drunk voice, Vayer gently stepped away from behind Nergal.

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"His Majesty the Imeraria. There is no movement in the Holland. I can see some upset in Dear Nergal's voice, but more than that..."

"Really...... then proceed as planned"

"Yes, sir."

Weyer, bowing his head on the horse, slipped his gaze behind Queen Imeralia's, who remained on the trolley unchanged since Nergal became the man on the horse.

There he was, one, two, three, sitting on the trolley floor listening to it, drinking tea and devouring royal confectionery, with a ravenous beast man who kept coming close to all the cuddles he had in his reunion and telling him how much he had missed him with his reddish face.

Moreover, next to it, it seems that Origa is listening to the root dust leaf dust towards Subnak about the marriage of the kingdom and the treatment and determination of the aristocratic concubine. Sabnak lacks knowledge of aristocratic customs, and is not familiar with laws other than the town's troubled level, so he is stuck in answers and looks pitiful and sweaty.

"Um, that's..."

"Don't worry about it. Now for Master Nergal and Holland, let's hurry up and do something, shall we?

"Ha!

Vyer rushes his horse backwards to the words of Imeraria, who fronted his frustration.

"Totally...... Mr. Sabnak!

"Ha, ha!

Sabnak stood up smiling. I thought it was a rescue boat from Imeraria.

"What is it as a Kingsguard Knight Captain, that body probably is! Don't you think you're not conscious enough as a guardian of the palace?

Sabnak is confused by a situation where I thought it was a reinforcement and it was a pinch.

"Oh, no, but..."

"It's not a very good thing, but in aristocratic society, the problem of men and women is an accessory. Sometimes, nobility needs to be broken into and solved, right?

At the end of Imeraria's gaze, beyond the flat-headed subnak, I can see the nodding oliga. One, two, three appearances of samurai the beautiful beast man and throwing the treat he was looking forward to into his mouth with a pucker. Imeralia, who was asexually angry at the way she looked, hummed her nose.

"With about one or two more concubines, some people seem to be anxious about their position, so please study properly"

"... if you have any complaints, I'll ask you in the front, Your Majesty"

"Oh, I didn't say anything about Mr. Origa.... or are you anxious?

Ugh, and deliberately turning his gaze to one, two, three, and then to Imeraria, who sat back slowly, Oliga is gripping the iron fan with both hands just snapping.

"Gugi..."

"Oh, Mr. Oliga, calm down"

Ignoring Sabnak, who tried to trick him, Origa sat beside him one, two, three, and gently laid her hand on his shoulder.

One, two, three do not respond particularly and slowly include tea in the mouth.

"Ma'am, are you okay...?

I almost jeopardized Vine, who spoke anxiously, and Oliga relaxed her eyebrows with her fingers.

"Yes, it's fine. Because I can't beat you to this extent as a full wife..."

Around the trolley in a busy and swallowing atmosphere, the soldiers contacted by Vayer move on to the front line.

They are Holland soldiers who joined with Nergal persuasion on the road and are now the stage organized as Nergal direct reports.

That number, two thousand.

The long queue goes neatly towards Nergal, the supreme commander. Send the true king to the throne. The soldiers, who had the opportunity to achieve the highest honors, were rising both physically and mentally.