Summoned Slaughterer

With regard to Vichy's disturbances, neither Orson Grande nor Holland would intervene directly.

This was a declaration that it would not participate either on the Vichy side or on the Pursan side; both countries reserved only for tighter border security, and in the event of a refugee, entry was to be allowed after identification had been recorded.

A report that it would be a small war in the circumstances was a measure taken because it reached the centre of both countries, and if a detailed report had been made on the disturbances in Pursan, a rescue to Vichy might have taken place.

Of course, the truth was never known, as the trend of one, two or three, which was not seen lightly, but which had a territory that bordered Vichy more than that, was more tense and watched.

Except for the Focarol administration.

"Is this a Pursan soldier rampage?"

Confirming a report from a Focarol soldier gathering information about Vichy, Kym did not move a single eyebrow and returned her gaze to the civilians gathering in the room.

"As far as the war between Vichy and Pursan is concerned, apparently the current situation is that Pursan soldiers are attacking surrounding towns in scattering. There are reports of massacres that cannot be called battles."

"You have soldiers on Vichy's side too, don't you? How are they doing?

To Douergal's question, Kym once again turns a blind eye to the report.

"You seem to be losing to the soldiers of Pursan. Evacuations now appear to be taking place from towns and villages close to Pursan"

"Are you that strong?

Everyone else agreed to Mukale's question.

Especially from Mukale, who has military experience, I could say that a soldier who is small in number and has not acted in tandem as a squad cannot defeat the defensive side without an extra power difference.

"We don't have accurate information yet, but it almost seems to be moving like a night burglar. You seem to be moving around day and night and attacking gradually with allowances."

"I think Pursan would have made a king of someone who could talk to him even if he was small enough... The envoys were ordinary people."

Brokla says in remembrance of the messengers who visited Focarol. It was Brokla's feeling that it didn't seem like a government that would make such a runoff.

"Looks like the situation-sensitive merchants are new to evacuation. They can't live without being deprived of commercial tools and goods, and they react quickly to information. And with that, there will be refugees from the general public."

"Against Pursan?

"Nothing in particular. No, I can't."

Kym put the report down and stared at Douergal, who asked the question.

I find something uncomfortable, even knowing that Duergal is not blaming me for anything else, looking straight with no expression. Thoughts deviated slightly, similar to the odd restlessness of being asked serious questions by a study teacher when he was little.

"If you're saying you've attacked us, you should respond, but now that the lord is away, you can't imitate moving soldiers on your own. Even if you do, it will be after the lord returns."

"Mr. Kaim."

Pallu makes sure Kym's gaze points at him and puts him down for a breath.

"If there is a chance that someone will come running, we should ask all the soldiers to cooperate and inspect, confirm and gather information. And we have to be receptive."

Everyone agrees verbally with Palu, the youngest.

"Then I'll leave it to Mukale and Palu about the personnel"

"I'll take care of it. There's still room for manpower. We need more security and defense personnel."

"No, let the soldiers rest as long as possible"

Everyone was surprised and silenced because of a rare “rest” story out of Kym.

Is that dissatisfaction, Kym slowly looked around at everyone.

"We've already sent the disturbance information to the lord. It's obvious to fly back and bring the soldiers in again and stick their necks in. You can't just send a returning soldier straight to Vichy. The current absentee unit will be treated like a Vichy. If you don't let it rest now, you'll get extra wear."

There were no objections.

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Not even Vichy Central Committee had accurate information on the Pursan soldier's rampage.

The twitching spreads the damage, but it's not like a large unit is moving, it's spreading the damage while a small group is moving, and the military side just defeats off one end, and it only comes in incredible content about the enemy, "they don't care if they get scratched, they attack".

"What's happening! What is Pursan thinking!

There is frustration in situations where the central committee has no choice but to make sure that they do not have a great deal of information with each other even when they meet face to face.

"Instead of declaring war, I haven't heard from him. Besides, I didn't know villages and towns were not even trying to rule just by attacking and destroying..."

"It's like a madman. Minoson isn't the only one. I can only assume that all of Pursan's people have gone mad."

It disappears without anyone taking it when words are produced that verbally denounce Pursan.

All that remained was a sense of powerlessness.

"It is no longer a situation that we can cope with in each city. To avoid spreading the damage, we should concentrate our national forces on containment as before"

"That's right. Holland and Orthon Grande will have the least amount of power at this time."

"We're sending a lot of people to Focalol for training, and teaching units are coming to our city from Focalol. Sometimes they attack us from the Orson Grande side."

Where a general policy had been decided, they decided to unilaterally issue an exit recommendation and at the same time concentrate their forces from the country, setting up towns which had not emitted the Commission as lines of defence on their own.

There were many accusations in that way, especially from cities close to Pursan. But you can't even resist being threatened with "then you decide to abandon it".

Now this commotion is coming to an end, and everyone in Vichy thought that a country not long after birth, called Pursan, would end its short life.

Five days or so, when half of the total planned from neighboring cities could be assembled, the report delivered to the Central Committee drove an urban state collective called Vichy to its greatest crisis.

"And I'm under invasion!

The members of the Central Committee all greeted the soldiers who rushed into the conference room with a chilling glance.

"What more are you saying now? Whether you're moving your army to stop that Pursan invasion."

"No, not on the Pursan side! It's from the other side!

"Oh my God!

Standing up with the momentum to knock down the chair, middle-aged committee members cried out, reddening their faces and leaving them to the excitement.

"You mean the Orson Grande has attacked me!

The decree shook his head sideways at the words.

"It's the Demon Nation… The Demon Nation's army has attacked us in large numbers from the wilderness! It took three days to get here, but at that point it seemed to be laying formation across the border......"

"You think you're a demon? Is that information accurate?

"I've seen it with these eyes. A grey-skinned army lined up, a man seen as a general, riding a blue-skinned horse, standing majestically in the front of the army."

It did not take long after that until the Commission decided to ask Focarol for rescue.

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Around the way through the Wang capital, information was delivered to Vichy and Pursan on the state of war and the army of the demons confronting Vichy.

Focalol's order only tells him that he came on instructions from Kym, handing him the report and just leaving. To convey the current position of one, two, three to Kym.

"Are you finally here?"

It's late, and one, two, three snapped.

"Demons, are you?"

Oliga, who received the report from one, two, three, glances at the contents.

From the side of it, he was stretching his neck and peeking into Vine as well.

"Speaking of which, I met a demonic king named Mr. Wepal. We met in the wilderness when I was traveling with the poose. With all the women, Mr. Wepal was a particularly beautiful person..."

Lower the edge of your mouth and frown.

"Is something wrong?

"He knows about your husband, so... he said something bad about your husband..."

Remembering how sorry I was to cry at that time, Vine had a large tear in her eyes.

"Wepal? You were a proper king.... suppose you were ready to fight me for attacking Vichy? Or did you deliberately choose Vichy, avoiding engaging directly with each other... anyway, it would be more fun than Holland"

"Dear one, two, three. How do demons fight?

Hearing Wepal's assessment of one, two, and three from Vine, Origa asks with a voice that held her anger back.

"You're good at magic. Many of them have special abilities. Some of them created powerful barriers, and others could speak out loud enough to be an attack (...)"

That was fun, and one, two, three laughs.

"There were quite a few strong ones, but the main thing is magic. Well, some guys could use an electric shock."

"Denko, is it?

Vine doesn't know what it means, she saw Origa, but she also says Origa doesn't know.

"Uh... electricity. No, there's thunder, right? It's like you can manipulate that little guy."

"Thunder..."

The two of them, who heard the explanation of one, two, three, looked at each other.

It was unimaginable for both of us to use magic as well.

After such a reaction, I have had a few thoughts about it as one, two, three, but I can't help but say it here, and I get to my chest.

"I don't know much about magic, but when it comes to speed of application to combat, the Demons are the best, the next elf, the humans. I don't know how much an Orc can do, but if it's still available and the sun's shallow, isn't it less than a human?

Either way, Vichy's army is likely to be wiped out in less than a great number of days, one, two, three expected.

"If you're serious about attacking Vichy, I can assume so. The winning opportunity on Vichy's part lies in being on the defensive side and where the Demons themselves are not accustomed to war. What Wepal thinks of it."

For such a long time that generations have been isolated from many races, the demonic tribes have not experienced skirmishes between themselves or any other act of combat than demonic exorcism. The long battle with the elves is also a distant old story, only to remain in the hearsay literature. One, two, three were looking forward to this, whether they could reproduce them or what they think about vs. humans and move.

"If you are one, two, three, what will you do?

To Oliga's question, one, two, three looked up at the sky.

"Right...... take a few steps to set up a fight and see how the human side moves. and dive in the midst of that mess"

"Are you an inside detective"

"It's information that comes in just to do it face to face, I know how high it is. Reserves, food, routes if you run away, or places where you can turn around or lurk ambushes the other way around. It's a lot to know if you're not on that side."

Listening to Oliga's answer to the question, Vine learned why Leni, taught by one, two, three, valued information.

"It seems the Demons can also disguise themselves as human beings. He also turns into an enemy soldier and sends a few people to the human side to retrieve them while they compete in another skirmish. And put in place measures."

Wepal falls into the cautionary category, so maybe he thinks so for a moment, one, two, three said.

"So there's a chance that we'll get into Focalor from there."

"I guess."

One, two, three, nodding lightly, the sense of crisis is dust-free.

"So you're going to help Vichy?

After being briefed, Oliga, who shredded within herself, decided that Vichy would have no chance of winning. Even though I am in a state where I have been assigned personnel to fight Pursan, I cannot say that I have increased my strength to that point when I say that I have sent a teaching unit. Moreover, the order system is by no means in place beyond being a collection of urban states.

Without some powerful help, even if it's not Focalol, Vichy will lose.

But one, two, three denied it.

"No, Vichy won't help"

"... So, on the Devil's side?

One, two, three denied to Vine, who asked him terribly, that it was not the same.

"It's nothing. You won't have to be on either side. Let's soften our heads a little bit."

Show me your left hand with gloves on and put your fingers up one at a time.

"Demons, Pursans, Vichy... now there are three forces on the battlefield. Then."

Another one, fingers stretched.

"I don't care if the force is four,"

It might be fun to hold a bet on where to win, shaking the four fingers loosely, laughs Origa, "Then concentrate on one, two, three. The bet won't come true," he smiles.

Vine was still having trouble keeping up with the story because her knowledge of human countries like Vichy and Pursan had not kept up.