Summoned Slaughterer

It's a boring assignment.

Across a special horse that only inhabits a demonic settlement with blue skin, and looking beyond the wasteland at the army of man, Bashim, the general of the demonic army, leaked his dissatisfaction as he stroked and pressed his beard with his licked fingers.

The task entrusted to him was only a "reconnaissance" and included telling him to keep the combat act to a minimum. Simply put, just try to fight a little and see how humans fight.

Hostile or aspiring to interact is an important hand determined by the outcome of this operation, but even if my head understands it, it builds dissatisfaction for Bashim.

"I was freed because of it. Shouldn't it be flashy to make our existence known to all races?"

The former king, who was so strong, died, and the king took his place.

The facial rash, which was kept secret about its contents and was the Lord entering and leaving the castle, has left many dead and missing, including her subordinates, except for Wepal, who became king.

Even in Bashim, the post was only vacant and pulled up, and he was never informed of what had happened in the castle. There's even a rumor that a strong human race was involved, like a joke, but Bashim doesn't trust him from the head.

"The former king was a hobby of magic research and experimentation. If so, it is natural to assume that only what caused the accident during the experiment"

Agathion, the former king, was said to have obtained an immortal body as a result of a magic experiment. Dead would mean the rumors weren't true. But there was no question about its knowledge and strength. At least, I'm sure he's strong enough to remind you of immortality.

Bashim also felt unnatural about the rise of Wepal.

"Sure, the rank could be high. But I don't think the king's vessel has that much power."

Now I obey, but I didn't give up looking up at the opportunity. I see it as possible for me now that the powerful who said Bereto and Fegor have been swept away, including Agathion, who was king.

"To do this, let me use this operation"

While whining to himself, one soldier came on a horse from a position laid by humans.

"I am a messenger from the Vichy Central Committee. I would like to ask you to explain the matter of taking soldiers in front of our country and laying them in formation and pointing this way!

Bashim couldn't help but laugh that his voice was desperately pressing the tremor.

Only in the literature remains, but he says that human beings are, on the contrary, poorer at magic than elves, and also weaker in power. Only the numbers are large, but they are divided into settlements between humans, contending with each other and usurping land and people.

It was about just a few demons coming back from the outside, but I don't know Bashim because Wepal has a monopoly on their story.

You won't even have to hide it, Bashim said, revealing his gaze at fooling his opponent, and proceeded to love his horse.

"We are the generals. What can I do for you?

The messenger's young man bit his teeth at the attitude that, because he had not heard, say it again.

"As I said earlier. I want you to tell me what you're here for!

To the angry words, Bashim answers with a snort.

"Hmm. Isn't such an attitude disrespectful? We come to places like this as representatives of the Demons. If you want to know, shouldn't you kneel down and hope?

The messenger was finally impatient with Bashim's attitude as if he had expressed the word dignity as it stood.

He was a messenger trembling in anger, but when he saw the soldiers lining up behind Hufu Bashim, he opened his mouth to mock him the other way around.

"... do you mean subhuman? He doesn't know the logic or the dignity of things. There's nothing to talk about. You should regret what you've done with the widow."

The apostle, who turned his back, began to return to the formation without even turning around.

About a meter went by, the blade pierces its body.

"... what?

Would a messenger who saw a sword penetrating his own chest have understood what it was? It rocked and fell.

"Humans are so dumb? I turned my back without any warning while declaring hostility"

The soldiers nearby laughed at the words of Bashim, who erased the sword created by magic and turned around.

"Okay, gentlemen. Why don't we teach the fools how to fight?"

When the voices of the devils rose, Vichy's army surfaced in an unexpected situation where the messengers were murdered.

Around fifty demonic troops. By contrast, Vichy's army is about two hundred and fifty.

The battle began with an assault by a few.

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"Hello, it's for you..."

"Oh, hi...... is that it? Mr. Demon Clan?

It was Wepal's man, Nyal, who came to visit Leni.

"... how did you get in here"

"We've all come all the way to the front of town and deposited weapons with the soldiers in town"

Yes, Helen approached and received anxiously about the town's defensive system to Nyal, who offered a thin wooden plate that folded.

Hand it over to Leni.

"Thank you. Have a seat, too, Demon Clan. Helen, do you have any tea and sweets left?

"I'm still here, but don't hesitate to eat a little"

"Oh, no problem."

At the entrance and exit of the town, vigilantes and demons, including some elves, are staring at each other, but for now it doesn't seem to be making a scene.

They gave permission to the demons who wanted to give Leni a letter, if there was only one vigilante for now.

Nyal thanked Helen for the tea she had prepared quickly and put her mouth on it. They don't worry about poison or anything like that.

Helen couldn't tell if it was audacious or natural.

"So, what does it say?

He wants us to help him fight humans.

"May I have your reply written?

"Okay."

Leni runs a feather pen safely on parchment paper. I am not lost in the crux of it. As I read the letter, it seemed I had decided to reply.

Seeing Leni fold the paper with his unfamiliar hand, Helen snagged away Leni's cup to avoid knocking him down.

There is no such thing as wax, so I give him a letter with Leni's soft fingers that just folds.

Nyar, who drank tea and was unhesitatingly stuffing his mouth with shaved fruit cut into bite sizes, wiped the fruit juice on his fingers with the hem of his clothes and received the letter.

"Give this to the King of the Demons."

"Yes. Thank you. Thank you very much."

"Good luck ~"

Leni waves to Nyar, who runs away with a letter.

"... so, what did you reply?

"It's not convenient, I'll see you next time."

"I'm not asking a kid out to play..."

I'm not lying.

Attract the cup that was kept away and mouth on the warmer tea.

"I don't think we can be hostile or helpful because we're small enough to fight somewhere."

Even if the number of people has increased somewhat with the accession of the elves, it is only on a scale that can only be described as a vigilante.

It's full of human armies, including traps, in Swordlante. Being involved in an external battle equals not being able to do anything.

First of all, we're splitting up in Swordlante, and there's no room for anything else.

"What if the demons attack you with anger?"

"I think you should run away"

"Running away?

When Helen asked what it was about, Leni said it was a simple story.

"For not having the number of people to fight, this one's not much, and you're used to the wilderness and the woods, right? We can all run and hide in the night."

Reaching for the remaining fruit, Leni rejoiced in raising her voice that the Bodan fruit of her favourite remained.

"Nothing. We don't need to protect this land, and if we can protect ourselves, we need to build a new town in the woods. We don't need our people bleeding for someone else, do we?

Though convincing, I was surprised that Helen could easily make the decision to let go of this town where attachment had emerged.

"I think you should tell everyone about that. I don't think some people will be able to move any time soon, even if they suddenly say they want to throw away the slam."

"Helen's right. Before the demons come back... and we need to go to the vigilante and see if the demons have returned properly"

Leni heading to the town entrance.

Helen glanced around the building and then drooled both ears.

"I wonder if this town and house will be abandoned..."

For Helen, who was completely used to living in town, that was to make her feel painful to imagine.

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Returning to the territory, Kaim asked about the situation. One, two, three, wondered if he had spent only one day repairing and adding weapons, and boarded the single Vichy.

Origa stayed for Vine to do an archery with both Bunwu and was to wait for Alyssa to lead the Focarol soldiers back.

"Leave me alone."

In a word, Vichy's request for rescue would literally be ignored, and the envoy, who was driven back and returned to the Central Committee crying, returned a few days later to take his family into exile.

That's all, Vichy Central Committee seems to be cornered.

"Take care!

"Oops. Don't ask for the rest."

Enter Vichy from Rhone, the new border town that is passing through the Alosale, unbeaten and no less than Phocarol, once devastated, and is a town of small merchants gathered for soldiers and the money they drop.

Soldiers from the countries assigned here naturally know one, two, three faces, and will no longer ask for the presentation of permits, etc.

Deposit the horse with a border guard unit and leave the country slowly. The soldier on Vichy's side who was watching it also gave permission without looking at most of them.

On Vichy's side of the border, there were more than one person sitting in the wilderness. Many are merchants, but the private sector is also visible. Looks like he's going to run across the border.

As it stood, loosening between Vichy and the wilderness, three men popped up before one, two, three.

"Vichy's soldier, huh"

One, two, three crushed like boredom when I saw him wearing all the simple design armor.

"What are you doing here? Fight the demons and Pursan soldiers."

Vichy, it seems the soldiers don't know anything about one, two, three. "Don't make room," he intimidated as he surrounded one, two, three.

"Just give me the money. And food!

One, two, three looked with cold eyes at the man who had kept his face close and intimidated him.

"Is that it? A deserter? Were you afraid of the Demons?

"Holy shit!"

The man right in front of him tried to grab the chest barn, grabbing the sky.

"Ah?"

Lower your body and grab both knees of the man, then stand up again as you are.

The man, who fell on his back with both legs taken, struck his back of the head strongly on the ground without even taking a reception.

One, two, three toes stuck in the groin of a man roaring with his head.

"What...!

One, two, three spins silently behind a soldier who blows bubbles and sees his fainted companion.

Simply gently pull the belt on your hips, and the soldier puts on his buttocks.

As it was, I was twisted and broken my cervical spine before I understood why I sat down.

"Wow!

Grab the collar with your left hand to secure the one remaining trying to escape.

"You saw the Demons before you escaped, didn't you? Tell me what's going on."

Pull out the knife, stab the bubbling man in front of the man who caught him.

The man who sees his neck pierced without hesitation is trembling to the point of rattling his teeth.

"Sa, in the first battle, nearly half this side was killed! There must be some replenishment from other towns and the battle is still going on at the border, but we're talking about no one who could have killed the demon..."

"Have you gotten scared and run away? Which way is the battlefield?

Trembling fingers pointed in the direction that one, two, three were thinking of going for now.

"Have you rarely hit my mark?"

I kicked him in the back of the knee and made him kneel.

"Ha, help me..."

"You didn't tell me you weren't going to kill him."

Sleep the blade so it doesn't hit the bone and poke the heart out of the back.

Wipe out the pulled knife, slowly nab the knife, and dress slightly disturbed.

"Is the festival venue that way? I hope it's not over."

Removing the baked fish pinched bread from storage and enjoying the sweet sauce scent that spread in his mouth, one, two, three continued to walk towards the battlefield with Blah Blah.