Summoned Slaughterer

A soldier of his men, running towards him, was amputated under one sword in front of him, and Bashim was wolfed.

"What is this? What the hell!

"It's an enemy attack. Don't be so frightened, General."

One, two, three, who raised the sword that it was rare to be a blue horse, approached it every bit.

The demon soldier, who was desperate to escape, both of them cried his upper and lower body apart, reaching out to Bashim for help, and died.

"Human...... you say?

"Let me tell you something good. Some of your men are dead."

Bashim, looking down one, two, three from the horse, bit his back teeth off as he sweated.

"Humans, you killed them?

"You've done enough with one hand. And then, Vichy... this country. You're looking into names and attacking them, right? In Vichy, civil unrest...... or some rampage. Looks like you got caught up in it and died."

You want me to believe that?

"Nothing. You can do whatever you want"

While we're talking, demon soldiers surround us around one, two, three.

Even as he was surrounded by all sides, he saw one, two, and three, which he continued to speak plainly, and thought that Bashim was of the kind of madman.

"But isn't it Wepal's instructions to gather information properly?

When the king's name was given, Bashim stopped giving instructions to push and wrap and kill.

"You have too few people. If you really want to drop one country, you have personnel to govern, not just attack. Unless you kill them all. That's about it, Wepal should know."

"... we are strong. One or two people in town, like surveillance, would be enough."

"One or two? Ugh, haha!

One, two, and three, who enjoyed a hungry high laugh, groaned, heartfelt dismay at Bassim.

"If you're going to delude me, do it better. If I lie right away, I can see to the bottom of you."

"Ugh! Shiro!"

When Bashim had a drink, the Great Sword's body was created from the hollow in front of him, and at the same time he was shot out like a bullet.

My distance is less than ten meters.

It didn't take long for Bashim's expression to distort, imagining a blade sticking in the belly of the enemy and thinking it had been reproduced immediately.

"You can't get a blade from that far away."

The sword flown by Bashim stands obliquely behind the ground, one, two, three, holding the sheath that is pounding into his hips.

"Hey, how did you..."

"Did you aim for the belly? So this is just how I played it"

Shake the koi mouth of the sheath to the left and right.

"Is there such a stupid thing!

"So."

The second sword was knocked off with a patterned head

"I know it's like you're telling me to keep it out of sight, from the front, from flying straight... Damn, Bennier, the Fegor guys, they did a lot more, didn't they?

Bashim bites his back teeth off again, compared to the name he knows.

"If you were Fegor, who was the king's aide, you would still say that my brother was below Bennier, who only led the platoon to the extent!

And one, two, and three, answered Bashim, saying, Herahelah.

"That's a little different. If you can only fly a sword, it's pretty much down there.

Bashim, who raised a growl that made no sense as to whether his anger had reached its pinnacle, immediately waved his right hand and gave the soldiers a loud voice with an order.

"Attack them all with magic at once! Whatever your attributes! Erase the arrogant human being without leaving a single Chilean!

At the same time as the order arrives, attacks of fragmented attributes, such as flames, ice, rocks and water, fly from the soldiers who were surrounding one, two or three.

Water vapor and sand dance, and smoke mixed with white and brown dances where one, two, three stood.

When someone magically sprinkled the water, only the ground that had been ripped off remained there.

"... Hmm. Is it human? It's brittle."

"If you hit it."

From behind the whining Basim, I heard a reply to myself.

"You…"

Knowing the cold feeling was hitting his neck muscle, Bashim turned his gaze only, but not even to the face of one, two, three. Only a cold body entered my sight, reflecting my cold sweating face.

"Stop attacking your enemies so they can't see you. You don't know what they did, do you?

"I just killed my brother, and there are still twenty soldiers here. Don't think you can get away with it..."

"You'd be pissed, wouldn't you? That's fine."

One, two, three grabbed Bashim's left arm and threw it up, with the knife perfectly against his neck.

Saying it's on a horse, one, two, three doesn't upset the balance at all. Bashim, on the contrary, is more out of balance and manages to stay in shape with his (abscess).

The demons around us also have to watch far-fetched for fear of accidental firing at Basim.

Towards them, one, two, three spoke.

"Vichy you guys are attacking right now. Next door is a country called Orson Grande. I'll be there. Gather more people. Then I'll deal with you properly."

The knife left Bashim's neck, but Bashim, whose wrist was set, can't move.

"We are strong ourselves. I thought humans were weak. Here's the result. You'd be annoyed, wouldn't you? If you're a little stupid, some of you might think it's unreasonable. So, I'm a lord with a heart as wide as the wilderness, so I thought I'd make you a vengeance."

When I do, I hear silk rubbing off.

Before anyone noticed, a knife held by one, two, three was swung from bottom to top.

"Gwwwwwwwww!"

His left arm was severed from his shoulder, and Bashim finally fell off his horse.

Raise your arm holding it with your left hand, and one, two, three, stare around.

"If you can get to me, I'll give you my arm back."

Throw your arms into the dark magic storage in front of the blazing demons and wipe your knife with multiple layers of pocket paper.

One, two, and three go home slowly, listening to the stuffing Bashim on his back as scattered pockets fall down.

Those who seek to block before it did not exist on this occasion now.

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Three days late for one, two, three. Alyssa brought the tired soldiers back to Focarol.

"I'm just..."

"Welcome back"

Alyssa, who disbanded the troops and gave the soldiers an explanation of her vacation and subsequent placement, looked completely exhausted herself.

Returning to the Lordship Hall, Alyssa was looking for one, two, three for a report, but she came home warm to Vichy and hung out somewhere again, so she couldn't see him.

Instead, Kym and Brokla greet you.

"Good day, sir."

Sitting in a chair in the conference room and sipping all the cold tea Brokla had put in for me at once, Alyssa brought it to the table.

"In the end, it wasn't even in big training. Orson, Grande and Holland are getting along."

"In this case, Orson Grande will gain an advantage over Holland. Besides, only Focarol and Munster made an addition in each territory. In the wake of the last disturbance in Holland, the two Earls have become very strong in their domestic voice."

Alyssa sighed when she received a replacement from Brokla as she was uncomfortable with Kym explaining in a mouthful like a teacher.

"One, two, three, your voice, or strong influence, isn't that what started it now? It wasn't the princess in this case, the queen and the king over there were swinging."

To Alyssa, who spoke as if she had forgotten that she had taken part in the action, Kym replied, "Is it Master Left" without moving a single eyebrow?

I'm finishing up hearing from the soldiers who returned with one, two, three, so it seems that all the upside is fine for Kym to hear what Alyssa thinks.

"But"

In front of Alyssa sitting, Kym placed a thick bunch of paperwork.

"Lordship Influence. Instead, we need you to understand the impact of this territory and the Count Toono family. Fortunately, the current lord will be the source, so you need to remember less history, but you have to do it from the ground up about the situation at home and abroad."

When Alyssa reached out in horror and glanced at the first piece of paper, she wrote a lengthy paper entitled The Beginning and History of the Orthon Grande, with occasional paintings.

"Oh...?

Brokla approaches Alyssa who doesn't know how to react this time.

Hold the dress in your hand.

"Uh..."

"It's important to study history and politics, but as a lady, you also need to be polite and dance archaic, right? At the secretary's age, I still think cuter designs look better than prettier, but how about this?

"I don't know what Mr. Brokla is talking about"

With his eyes pointing, he waited in a flat voice from the side where Kym looked good on his face without a look on his face to Brokla, who would make the dress look flickering.

"A lady without contents would be a problem. I was wondering if it would be more efficient to study hard first."

"Unlike Mr. Kym, there's no such thing as a fine girl chasing letters all day. Wouldn't the secretary be pathetic if we didn't weave in what we could enjoy?

"I have trouble remaining without a solid political feeling. You can't compare diplomacy to socialism."

"You can't compare, so you have to think of a balance."

"Hey, wait a minute"

Alyssa reached out and stopped the two people who somehow started educational rigging.

"I can't keep up with the story. Why am I... history, politics, dancing? Or do I have to study?

"Is that it?"

Brokla stares at Alyssa with a Kyoton, a look of

"... I see you apparently didn't tell the story"

"Ah... that's what I'm talking about."

As Brokla pressed her forehead and looked up at the ceiling, the conference room door inadvertently opened.

Quickly Kym bows his head and imitates Blokla as well.

"Are you back? Tired...... what the hell?

One, two, three that came in pick up the paperwork and look through it.

"They suddenly talked about studying, and I didn't know what to translate..."

"Ah."

Pei, and one, two, three slapped themselves on the cheek with their right hand.

"I forgot to tell you. Alyssa, be my daughter."

"What?"

"Talk to me about being adopted. Focarol and all that, because I'm going to do the territory."

I couldn't tell Alyssa how many seconds it had solidified, but after plenty of time, I raised my voice similar to that of a scream.

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"... I feel like I've been fainting a lot lately"

Out of bed, Imeralia shrugged as she moaned the oatmeal prepared by the samurai.

"Well, not because of His Majesty, but because of all the noise around you..."

Desperately searching for words to comfort Imeralia, who looked like she was about to cry, was a samurai who also came with the battle of Holland.

Shortly after she returns home, she is also present where Immelalia has graduated from when she sees the lifeblood of an altered Barzephone who is being exposed and necked in the square in front of the castle. She also became distracted for a moment, but managed to support Imeraria successfully.

I just managed to recover overnight, and it's an adopted son's declaration sent to me by Focarol.

Where it was not at this rate, Imeraria, distracted once again by the written communication that one, two or three would adopt a child, was finally able to get up in the evening.

"If this is also said to be the work of the king, it will be until then... although I am certainly the one who called that one to this world... already!

Imeralia, who ate about half of the plates, once again stares at the paperwork about the adopted child sent by Focarol.

There is no particular need for the King's permission for the nobles to take over the adopted children who will have the family governor succeed them. It is only necessary for the surviving spouse to satisfy himself with the application.

One, two, three. It appeared not to be a letter of its own, but a letter neat as it was pushed by judgment, which was spelled out in a letter that was likely to serve as an example again, but only the signature is firmly lined with one, two, three letters and strangely poor letters.

As for Imeralia, I had no particular intention of opposing Alyssa's inheritance of the territory itself. It may be one-sided, but there is also some familiarity born of fighting together.

Hopefully, as one of the few female lords, it would also be a good restraint against men who insult women if they represented their presence in the upstream society, which is the men's society.

"Excuse me. How about an addition or a subtraction?"

I guess I got a report that Imeralia woke up, to Subnak, who came in knocking, and Imeralia silently handed over the paperwork from Focarol.

"?... this is..."

"What do they think you're after?

Probably the best person in the castle who knows about one, two, three is Subnak. I am concerned about Imeralia that the sensation is also getting closer, but as a consultant I decided it was appropriate.

"Uh... I don't know..."

"Is it hard to say anything?

"This is only my imagination, if I may say so."

Imeralia, who shifted the oatmeal plate aside and put her fingered hands on the table, put her one breath down.

"I don't mind. Let me hear it."

"Maybe you're not going to hide in order to move freely...... Maybe he's tired of doing nobility."

"Aren't you still moving around freely"

"It looks to me like I pushed the role on Alyssa to start getting ready for something big..."

To Sabnak's words, Immelalia learned to rush.

"… you must speak directly from the person."

Imeraria, who rose up and received the documents from Sabnak, ordered him to wrinkle between his brows.

"Please send a subpoena to Count Toono. … let's keep it to ourselves regarding Vichy's war."

But naturally, that's just for the time being.

What Imeraria really wanted to hear was one thing.

"What are you going to do with our world..."

Whatever happens, as someone who has carried a single country, as someone who bears the responsibility for calling it in, even if you put your vengeance aside, there are things you have to do.

Imeralia was determined that she might die, but that was certainly her role.