Summoned Slaughterer

The Orson Grande soldiers, led by the Focarol soldiers, were now feathers climbing the walls of the castle, savoring the fallen hell again. The Horrant soldiers are entering the ground floor, so they break into the second floor directly.

For the Phocarol soldiers, who were in an athletic mood for repeated break-in training, it's only before breakfast to climb upstairs.

When few soldiers go to battle rely on protrusions, they climb up and peek into their faces through the window.

"Ah."

"Eh."

Beyond the window was a passage, with eyes with Kzem side Holland soldiers patrolling upstairs.

Focarol soldiers, who even had their bodies with both hands, couldn't cope immediately, and Holland soldiers flee with their backs turned.

"Found. I'm breaking in now because I ran away!

As I say, I jump indoors through the window.

Standing to create space for his people and stick to the corner of the hallway, Focarol soldiers quickly check the structure.

"Each office is lined up in the hallway, stairs in the center... structure as taught."

Large, long corridors and doors lined in front of the central staircase are used by high-ranking civilians with office rooms in the castle. On the other side of the stairs there is a large room for meetings, etc.

"Unmanned, huh?

I was cautiously vigilant while waiting for my buddy Focarol soldiers to jump into the hallway one after the other, but there's no way someone's coming.

Around the stairs, probably from below, I can hear a lot of human screaming.

"What do you say?

"That kind of stinks...... you seem to be struggling on the ground floor. The second floor is... here I come!

Through one of the doors at the end of the stairs, the soldiers of the Holland come out of nowhere. Each has something like a bucket in his hand, and it feels creepy to come out slowly.

"What?

In front of Focarol soldiers observing in bewilderment, the Holland soldiers wield a barrel in their hands and puncture the hallway with liquid.

The successive masses of liquid flowed quickly made waves and flowed down the corridor to the feet of the Focarol soldiers.

"Oops."

When each evacuated over a window frame or an open door, one of the Holland soldiers, who considered the liquid to have swept up, yells out loud as he looks at the pieces of paper.

"Uh. We're guards guarding this castle. As a matter of security, we need to get rid of the trespassers. Let me interrupt."

Holland soldier who finished reading the note and carefully folded it. Jari, and step out without hesitation onto the liquid spreading floor with his feet wrapped around something, nestled satisfactorily, but doing nothing more.

"... so?

Unexpectedly to the vocal Focarol soldier, the soldier of Holland nods in a royal manner.

"That's it. You can stick around like little bugs, but if you have a soldier, you can call me."

"Oh my God!

One of the Focarol soldiers gets furious, but was stopped by his companions around him. While we didn't know who the liquid was, we decided it was better not to move.

But the answer came from Holland.

As a large amount of liquid flows down the stairs, I hear a rushed voice.

"Hey, so much oil!?

"Oh, forget I'm anti-slip...... uh!

From around the stairs, there is the sound of someone rolling down with a distant scream.

"Oil, or..."

When the Focalol soldier saw the Holland soldier who had just read out the declaration, the opponent, at the same time, strayed from sight.

"… BE, there is a corresponding use where it is known that it is oil"

When they saw the Holland soldiers blushing and fortifying, the Focarol soldiers looked at each other.

"We'll have to do it. Fire is strictly forbidden, and sparks are scary. No blades allowed. Let's beat him up."

Copy that.

Basha, and he made a noise and went down to the floor, and everyone fell.

Towards a laughing Holland soldier, the angry Focarol soldiers storm the Mollusc Holland soldier, and a terrific beating begins.

The situation becomes the same when the Horrant soldiers, who had dried thorny grass and wrapped around the anti-slip characteristic of this country, move around and trample the thorns.

Some of them rolled down to the ground floor as if they were corrupt.

"... I also shed plenty of oil on the stairs leading to the third floor. You guys are stopping here."

In the midst of a mockery, the Focarol soldiers also return to the laughing Holland soldiers.

"Our purpose is not to break through."

Focarol soldiers laugh as they fall in oil as they slap the palm bottom into their jaws.

"If we keep doing this, will the mission be a success? And then, please, sir."

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"... it's noisy down there"

Oliga whines as she glanced over the paperwork in Kuzem's room, one of the high-end bureaucratic offices on the third floor.

Vine, who was fishing for paperwork in the same room, moved one ear pinched and turned back to Origa.

"Disturbances on the ground and second floors...... the ground floor sounds like a lot of screaming, but there seems to be a lot of people. Looks like they broke in from the outside, doesn't it?

Better to escape, and to Vine, who exposes his anxiety, Origa dropped her eyes on the process again with a straight face.

"You don't have to worry about it. It is Orson Grande and Holland soldiers who are attacking. Tochi, even if you've attacked us crazy, it's just an elephant. More than that, did you find anything?

They were here to find out what Kuzem was after. One, two, three, thought that there must have been a good reason to move a soldier of great risk, a giant soldier or an immortal soldier, and Origa took on the investigator himself. Vine got caught up in it.

"I'm not used to reading letters yet... ah"

I put a piece of paperwork that Vine had on the shelf in front of Origa.

"This is a report from someone, isn't it? It says," I handed the magic tools for the immortals from Vichy to an independent Pursan envoy. "

I dropped my gaze on the documents offered, and Origa narrowed her eyes.

"Pursan...... you were like an independent city state with the intention of sneaking up on one, two, three. That's the connection with Holland..."

I feel like the air around Origa has cooled down, and Vine lags behind.

"Ugh."

Laughter like a leak of breath.

"Ugh, uhh..."

"Oh, ma'am?

"You found it well. Now we can offer a new enemy to Dear One, Two, Three. And there will be a new battlefield."

This document will be received, Origa said, nostalgically inserting the tri-fold document, and walking out to the hallway with Vine with the expanded document intact.

"... you smell something"

Only slightly felt by Origa, but Vine was holding her nose in tears as to whether she had a better nose than a human.

"Looks like he's coming up from below."

"Then let's just go upstairs. I have to tell you one, two, three."

Vine with her nose pinched follows Oliga as she stretches her spine and walks, sounding from the bottom of her boot with the cutlet, the cutlet, and the boot.

That was like following a career woman's boss, a new employee's OL. Vine cared about Oliga, who walked without hesitation.

"Mr. Vine."

"Yes!

"I can use magic and I have physical abilities as a beast people...... I seem to be able to fight quite a bit, but I'm still anxious to keep up with Dear One, Two, Three Ahead. I'll take care of the steps, so you should train when you get back to Focarol.... you are."

I said, I hesitated a little.

Oliga took a breath and turned to Vine behind her.

"Can you see the one who fights, the one who gives his allies a test, and still affirm that he likes the one, the two, the three?

To a sudden question, Vine glanced and pinned her ears.

I didn't know what Origa intended, but the answer remains the same.

"Of course it is. The love I learned when you gave me the splendor of living is that your husband's charm is to this extent… No, even if your husband turned all the Beast tribes against his enemies, it will not disappear"

Listening to Vine's answer, Origa began walking in the original direction, curling.

"If that's the case, rigorous training will endure. I will tell you what I have taught you from one, two, three."

"Oh, thank you!

"Except," Oliga tells Vine, thanking her with joy.

"You should correct one thing. All things that live and live, including humans, demons, and demons, not just the Beasts. Even if you turn it all against your enemies, where you're laughing, it's the charm of one, two, three."

Without knowing how to respond, and without a word from Vine, Origa continued with a gentle voice.

"Don't worry. If you serve on the side of one, two, three, you will soon find out."

Up the stairs and push open the particularly heavy doors on the fourth floor.

That's a room for kings. On the ground floor, unlike during the sight of one, two, three fought with the king's prince, it's not as wide as it is. However, the throne set in the back, lined with brilliant dishes, was a work of art with a different design than the one between the eyes.

And now, one, two, three were sitting there.

"I wonder why the king's chair has a vertical back. restless."

Ignoring Gaap, who looks blue on the side, "I wonder," Oliga approaches straight and kneels down to one, two, three, looking for an easy posture.

When Vine rushed to try to imitate him, one, two, three waved and made him stop.

"Stop, stop. I don't want to mess with the king. If you have business, take a good look at me and talk."

"Excuse me."

Kuzzled and laughed, Origa took the earlier paperwork out of her nostalgia and explained the contents as she approached one, two, three more.

One, two, and three, when he heard the story, grabbed the sword that he had placed beside him, and stood up.

"Is the next battlefield that way? Oh, man, that's tough."

With that said, it's a grin on my face.

One, two, three, who put the knife on his hip and wrote something on two parchments with a writing device removed from storage, asks Origa and Vine.

"Once back in Focarol, then I go to Vichy. What are you guys gonna do?

casual words as if inviting you for a walk.

Oliga smiles moist.

"Of course I'll follow you. The food is ready so you can bring it out, so you can leave right away. I'm also making lunch. We have prepared it with Vine"

"Right. That would be nice."

Later, I was told, and with the paper pressed against my butt and confused gaap, the three of them left the room, talking about fame and hot springs in the town on the way.

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"Coming up, exit, is!

Voice up as Nergal weaves his bouncing breath.

A row of Imeraria running up the stairs.

The hidden escape route turns into a staircase upon entering the castle grounds, going up the rear of the castle.

"How many floors do you go up to?

Alyssa asks Nergal as she checks the height through the small window for picking the lights. She's the only one, barely breathing up.

The Horlant soldiers had a gaze at the incredible things, but they were about to meet Alyssa and rush off. For them, who also watched the battle against the immortals, Alyssa is no longer even a girl but a subject of awe.

"Fourth floor,. There it is, of the throne, to the back, the passage, connected, is."

"Huh. Right away, then."

By contrast, the least we can afford is Imeraria.

For once, Sabnak, who was training as a knight, was also breathing on his shoulders, cursing the weight of his armor, but better than His Majesty the Queen, who is even bitter to breathe.

Vayer, who has a lot of field work, still has more room than Subnak.

No one tried to speak up to Imeralia, who opened her eyes and moved her legs only with the will.

They reached their destination when all the Holland soldiers who entered the ground floor passed out and the Focarol and Holland soldiers who were fighting upstairs were unable to move due to fatigue of more than half of each other.

Incidentally, the Orson Grande soldiers, who were trying hard to break into the second floor, only five of them successfully climbed the wall and participated in the beatings, the rest moaning with injuries when they fell.

"Why-ha... hey, hey, hey"

Out of a narrow passage into a wide room, Imeraria glanced at Nergal as she diligently captured oxygen while holding back Bakubaku and her unprecedented jumping heart.

"Ha, ha... this is the destination,"

The moment Immelalia walks into the floor when she hears the words, she is in front as Alyssa was played.

"Hih!?

"Who?"

It was Gaap who was pushed aside by Alyssa and screamed.

After one, two, three left, I was stunned in my room with nothing to do, but Alyssa caught me surprised by Nergal, who suddenly appeared.

"but isn't it Mr. Gaap"

"Your Majesty..."

"I'll listen to you later. Now, there's something we should do first."

Nergal left the frightening gaap and pushed the wall behind the throne, next to the evacuation route.

cheats, and make a lighter noise than it looks and some of the walls deviate, and small doors of metal are exposed.

"His Majesty the Imeraria. We will be crowned more than this. Please, be present."

"Phew...... Yeah, sure."

"Thank you"

When Nergal presses the ring against a small indentation in the metal door, a small sound opens the door just a little.

Slowly opened, it is filled with brilliant gemstones, and in the center is a goldsmith with a dagger, fitted with a large diamond.

"This is the crown of this country."

The crown is given to Imeraria's hand, before which Nergal kneels.

"As king of the reign of Holland, if you will acknowledge, give me that crown. If not..."

"We don't need to go further"

Imeraria carries the heavily weighted crown over Nergal's head with its thin arms.

"Be a good king. Standing on the trust of the people, to a fine king."

"Let's swear. All to protect the people and support their lives"

Sitting on the throne, both sides of it were refrained by the Holland soldiers who had followed them as escorts.

Imeraria, Subnak and Vayer stand avoiding the front of Nergal.

Before Nergal, who became king, Gaap was sidelined by Alyssa and knelt.

"Shall we talk, Gaap?"

The two pieces of paper entrusted to Gaap were addressed to Imeraria and Nergal, respectively.

"Oh man... reign and the first order is cleaning..."

Nergal laughed bitterly after reading the description of the trap and the paper that said "Good luck cleaning”. Nergal, who also heard from Gaap that it was roughly calm to combat and was only a combination of training and experimentation, whipped his weakened body to maintain his posture.

Speak with caution about Gaap, and order the soldiers in the castle to cease their fighting and also recall the servants who had been evacuated. And their work begins with cleaning the castle full of oil and rot.

"Well, if you think you've got training and increased your level of security, it's still better. Rape ministers were able to succeed and lose. More than me..."

When I look beside the room, I see Imeraria being held by Subnak out of her mind.

Imeralia fell flat like her soul had fallen out when she saw a piece of paper that only said "Cancer Award" and “Vichy is coming”.

"Uh, His Majesty King Nergal. I'm so sorry, but this is the situation you see..."

Nergal replied with a tight smile as Vayer spoke out sorry.

"In the castle...... no, we will have a nearby inn. If His Majesty the Imeraria awakens, I would like to speak to you once, but now rest easy. We will also provide accommodation for your soldiers."

"Thank you for your words. I'm sure I'll tell the Queen of Imeraria."

Nergal, who dropped off the Sabnaks leaving the room, including Alyssa, exhaled that it was time for the limit.

"Is Vichy next? It's a long way off, but it doesn't necessarily mean you won't get involved. If you don't get ready...... nevertheless, it's too vertical for your back, this"

If I knocked him back a little, it would be easier, but Nergal was unconscious even though his thoughts were beginning to escape reality.