Summoned Slaughterer

Since the independence of Pursan from Vichy, there has been a sharp decline compared to when it was the same country, although there has been some commercial and political movement of people in and out of the country.

Some seafood processed and salt and other commodities were exported, but not on that scale because of their distance from countries other than Vichy.

Since there are originally very few such things as tourists, with the exception of some nobles, the fact that the merchants do not come means that people do not.

As a result, the variation within Pursan was not known until it was affected outside the country.

The decree, which received magic equipment from a person who named him an agent of his own country, had looked at the documents on the way home with instructions for use.

As it should have been, I gave it to Minoson, the person in charge and lord of the country, but I decided that I was unlikely to be able to explain why I had gone all the way to King Orson Grande Capital, and that I should know what the magic equipment was to be "donated by Focarol after the negotiations” to explain it.

While I was anxious to be laying lies for deception, I had no choice but to do so.

"This is... I didn't know there was something like this..."

The effects of the magic implements written there were enough to keep him at war. And it was full of charm that made me have extra ambition. Furthermore, the environment was in order.

"You do something unusual."

"Not really. I had him hang out a long way. I'm gonna do this."

On the road. There are a few places that are far between town and town that can really go wild. So the decree took on the creation of soup, one of the meals. It was usually what the soldiers did, but at that time they made excuses for "both labor and gratitude".

That way, while the sleeping pill-filled soup soldiers are asleep, prepare their magic implements. Sleeping pills were also enclosed as "to be treated while asleep”.

First I strip one's jacket off, like a skinny self, jealous of a trained chest, painted with my own blood, little magic fixtures on my chest.

The soldier did not wander off while he buried himself against his heart for a long time. After the magic implements are completely buried, a few seconds.

"Whew!"

To the soldier who suddenly woke up his body, the decree screamed and buttcaked.

While cramping his whole body, the heavily breathing soldier gradually inflates the muscles in his body, literally swelling to about double the deposition, before shrinking to a size close to his original body shape.

There was the figure of a tenacious fortified soldier, wrapped around muscles made of bees like rocks.

"Shh, wow..."

When the decree commands the soldier, sitting blurry with his nagging eyes, to "stand," he quickly rises, reaches out his hands and stretches his spine.

Excited preaching attaches one magic fixture after another to the sleeping soldiers.

"With this, I..."

The decree, which brought back the soldiers who became puppets, approached the national lord Minoson, calling it a report, and forced him to use the subject soldiers to install magic implements.

Instructions were given to Minoson, who was the subject of the decree, to write a declaration of exit of the contents that succeeded him, and to give it to the surprised side, and to announce it to the people.

The man of the decree who became king succeeded in converting the soldiers into reinforced soldiers one after the other, and even creating about ten giant soldiers.

He ensured his safety by executing without hesitation if anyone condemned or resisted and by constantly letting the fortified soldiers, who were unaware of his fatigue, guard him.

The army is also restructured, making itself the sole commander, dismissing all other commanders and converting them into reinforced soldiers of the Peace. Those who did not like it killed them for good reason.

"Wow. Does power make those who possess feel so good?"

On the throne I became accustomed to, the mouth of a drunk ex-demonstrator was loose.

"Does Count Toono, who glides through the Phocarol territory, feel like this too? No, no, that one is also eventually spoiled by the lords of a region. … do you mean that it is only the power of an individual"

I did not even try to stop the laughter that gushed out of the bottom of my belly, wondering what the hell Count Toono was afraid of, and the king of Pursan raised his voice.

"That's right. My soldiers are not just human armies at the earliest. Vichy's central committees seem overly afraid of Count Toono, but what they're saying is the power of the individual. Isn't it just a human being to have soldiers!

The king, rising from the throne, is drunk turning and his feet taking odd steps.

"You don't have to end up a king in such a small country! Orson Grande begs Count Toono. Holland is exhausted in his battle with Orson Grande..."

I remembered the nausea and suppressed my voice, but it was nothing to be ashamed of, and I thought back to Tarai, who had called the samurai to hold it.

Rinse the sticky mouth with alcohol and spit it out again.

"Let's get Vichy started. And it would be nice to crush Orson Grande's focarol and look at the time and make that queen mine..."

He pointed to the fortified soldiers lining the corner of the room and gave a mixed shout of spit.

"Reinforced soldiers! I'm gonna use you guys to grip the world! I'll attack Vichy first! Attack nearby towns and villages and show off your power!

Without answering, the soldiers leave their rooms behind by the king's command. On its back, the king continued his words.

"Tell the other fortifiers and giant soldiers! You can take the supplies on the spot! I don't care. Kill him! Kill all those who resist and those who don't!

Hearing the words, the reinforcements stopped moving perfectly.

"What's up? Quickly!"

The fortified soldiers were faithful to their orders.

He pulls out his sword, and starts slaughtering and killing a nearby maid of honor, killing what was indoors from one end.

Naturally, soldiers loom before the king.

"Hey, what? What's the matter with you?

If I hadn't been drunk, I might have been able to utter a "stop" word.

But the drunken foolish king could do nothing but wolf in front of the ladies who were suddenly slain in front of him.

"Ah."

Short scream. That was the king's final word.

Without even looking at the fallen and lying king's body, the fortified soldiers leave the room.

"... all reinforced soldiers. Giant soldiers, too."

"Kill them all. I'll take the food."

Mouthfully, whine the directive from the king. Their thoughts are focused on fulfilling instructions, but the movement is never dull.

Murderers released by inadvertent words.

They quickly killed all the humans in the building and also communicated the directive to their fellow men who were waiting, and the giant soldiers in the fold also killed and freed the guards.

Pull the chains that control the giant soldiers, and the fortified soldiers scatter all over town.

By two hundred fortified soldiers, the town was devastated in almost a day, following those who had fled, and spreading to scatter spider sons even further out of the country.

Thus, a small country called Pursan, with its own demise, scattered the disaster to Vichy.

As for the original decree that caused it, no one kept a record, and it became the king of illusions, but it was definitely the foolish king who took roughly the most lives on the road in this world.

Vichy was also given that information by those who escaped the attack of the reinforced soldiers and managed to escape, but by the time credible reports for the Central Committee to lift its heavy hips had risen, considerable damage had spread.

It is also from here that the situation was finally passed on to Orson Grande and Holland.

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One, two, and three, pulling several soldiers from Focarol's army for trolleys and manoeuvres, were sitting in front of Origa and Vine on a swinging carrier.

"Nevertheless, it was a great fat muscle. That's one, two, three."

Next to Origa spinning one praise after another to one, two, three, Vine was agreeing with her neck up and down like a toy. Only one overhead ear shakes with a lag in the neck and one tempo.

But one, two, three just cut off "I don't care about that".

"Noteworthy part, not there"

First, when I told him to remember the first time Levi attacked me, one, two, three said think about the problems Levi did there.

"Er... that it was easy to see you had a weapon, was it?

"It must be a problem to inadvertently call out when attacking."

In each answer, one, two, three snorted, there is also that.

"You should have also considered the difference between me and Levi's reach. Slash my arm so you can't use your weapon, or pack it up to a distance in favor of your dagger, and you can fight a little more decently."

Still, there are differences in basic technology and muscle strength, so it's hopeless.

"Besides, if you're thinking hard about killing them, you'll soon read hostility to them"

You're the only one who can do that, and the accompanying Focarol soldiers thought the same thing at the same time, but of course they don't put it in their mouths.

"That's it. When you think about killing people all the time, the air stares and your eyes go crazy."

Vine was flabbergasted by the kind of statement that totally put herself on the shelf, but Origa was honestly nodding.

"You don't have to be so serious about killing people. Of course, you need to refine and prepare your skills so you can kill them, but you don't have to be that good."

Remove the water bottle and sip the water inside.

"When thirsty and drinking water, when hungry and eating rice. Sleep and sleep. Sign the necessary paperwork… just like that. Kill because you want to. I'll kill you because I have to."

What we need is not temper or readiness, one, two, three tells us.

"Well... doesn't your husband even think about what would happen if you killed him?

To Vine's question, one, two, three laughed back.

"I'm not a homicidal maniac, am I? It's just stupid not to think later to kill. You need to kill him, and you deserve to take the consequences."

"Bye. Readiness to accept the consequences…"

To Vine, one, two, three place their hands gently.

"What are you living so nervously about?"

He's funny, one, two, three laughs, and nervousness runs in the faces of the soldiers.

"You're not eating rice or anything. Three days left until the next paycheck. When you can only use thirty copper coins, it's the same as eating five copper stalls of rice or eating twenty copper coins of rice in a dining room. If you choose to eat in the dining room, you have to reduce the number of meals you eat the other two days. Do you worry about that for hours?

"You're right, one, two, three," Origa replied, smiling, and Vine was confused but convinced, he replied.

The soldiers send a sympathetic gaze to Vine.

"Kill me if you think I should. The consequences need to be considered, but there is no need to step on killing itself. That's just a means.... In that sense, Imeraria may be coming soon"

He pulled out his knife for care, and one, two, three muttered happily as he lined up his tools.

"What's wrong with Her Majesty?

Even if his face is laughing, Origa's eyes are not laughing.

"That will also come at a stage where you can think and prepare for" what to do with killing ”from a state where you only have the purpose of killing me. I felt the air of battle, and besides, I even experienced giving instructions on the scene to kill people myself. The mental aversion to killing diminishes so that murder can be considered one of the ways"

Vine is blinded by the intricate construction of the knife, but Origa looked seriously at one, two, three.

"I'm sure you'll change your mind about killing me and getting rid of me. Getting rid of me more calmly. I can think about the consequences. That way, you'll have a cooler head about how to flip and kill me."

Check the condition of the basket and wipe carefully.

"Dear One, Two, Three..."

Oliga tried to say something and stopped.

One, two, three, do not ask Origa.

"This part, it's beautiful. Your husband."

"Oh, this is supposed to be about protecting your hands when you say" Tsubaki ". My focus on this is to make the design simple for strength and keep the holes as small as possible so that the cuts don't come in wrong."

Six small holes were opened around the holes through which he would pass, giving off a blunt light as he was offered to shake in front of Vine. The empty space is engraved with a single letter "one”, but Vine just seems to have a horizontal line.

"I don't know what it's worth... but I know it was carefully crafted"

"Isn't that okay? If you thought it was as good as you could tell, then that's what it's worth to you. If you think I got compliments in that sense, I'm glad too"

Hehe, spilling a laugh, oils the wiped torso.

"When I get back to Focarol, will I even make a new weapon while listening for information on the battle? I wonder what's going on with Vichy. I wouldn't be crushing it in no time, but I'm looking forward to it...... no, no, that Holland put on a little bit, so it's too early to expect it"

Throw the knife after care into storage, and one, two, three lay down in pieces.

"Let's just look forward to it. Oliga, I'm going to have a hard time, but I need your help when I get back to Focalol. Anyway, it's obvious that Kym's pushing me to work."

"I don't think it's hard."

Gently approaching one, two, three on his back, Origa dropped her mouth.

"I am the wife of one, two, three. Until the day we perish together... no, even after we perish, our souls are with you."

"Right."

For one, two, three answered briefly, Oliga gently moves and knee-pillows.

"Envious," whines Vine, blushing and staring at the flirtatious interaction.

With the smile of spare time that Oliga heard it, with a mixed expression of embarrassment and jealousy, Vine could not say "herself" until the end, even though she moved her lips all the time.