Summoned Slaughterer

Vichy's confusion persisted, but Count Toono's territory, beginning with wonders and focalories, was so calm that he did not think he was at war in his neighbouring country. Except for Rhone, a border town.

In Rhone, where all the inhabitants died, only about the soldiers of the Orthon Grande, who manage the border, and the soldiers of Focarol and their families stationed for territorial control, some merchants.

For this reason, this town was chosen, full of vacant houses, close to the border and easy to manage, to take on the refugees who had fled the disturbances in Vichy.

As there was still anxiety in the national treasury, at the initiative and request of Adr, Prime Minister Orson Grande, the care of the refugees was to be entrusted to one, two, three who were in possession of the local area. To be honest, Orson Grande's accounting situation can be described as a fire truck due to repeated battles. There was no room to support refugees who did not know how much more.

So, we talked about pushing it hard, but I decided that Kym would take on the practice of Count Toono more lightly than one, two, three of these.

"This is the time, so you just have to take it in as a resident, not a refugee. You can eliminate the shortage of talent, and if you make him a place, he won't complain about his somewhat tight job. If you think you've got a cheap slave, there's no expense problem either"

Kym's proposal was granted one, two, three permits on the spot.

So there are more and more people in Rhone today.

He was censored by the Border Guard of Orson Grande and needed to be further checked by the Focarol Territorial Guard, but was allowed to enter Rhone unless he was excessively suspicious or had a bad attitude.

For those who have fled frightened by demons and fortified soldiers while in the wilderness for days, the treatment of being given a decent building and mediated to work was rather even a better part of life than ever lived in towns and villages.

The houses haven't been so long since they were vacant, and even though the care has to be on their own, there's not much damage that would make them so bitter.

Proper declarations and the registration of names, ages, visits, etc. also allowed for temporary food and subsistence support. The visit was also to check if there were any suspicions, but also to serve as a reference for assigning work.

I wonder if the rumors are coming from somewhere, and also help the story that the war is not good, and the number of refugees flowing into Rhone is increasing by the day.

Those people seem to have completely forgotten, for example, who sharpened their country, praising the lord 123, the knight of the fine sword, in his mouth, and his enthusiasm does not know where to stay because the troupe, which was circling within the Orthon Grande, such as the Wang Capital, performed cheap daily in Rhone the very popular performance, The Knight of the Fine Sword.

"... I think it's just too much to call the troupe."

"If you're complaining, tell the faceless bastard who's in Focalol."

A temporary hall, set up in Rhone. In that one room Duergal and Mukale kept saying tickles, without taking their eyes off the paperwork, without raising their voices.

This is a routine tea thing in civilian rooms in Focarol, and sometimes even Brokla and sometimes Palu are whining about bumps and something while their work continues. It was a sight well seen, especially when the workload was peaking, and neither Palu, who still works indoors with them, paid particular attention.

By the way, Kym is the type of person who works quietly and doesn't give a shit about other people's work, so she doesn't have to participate in rhetoric or talk to herself.

"Why do I have to be sent all the way to the border? Nothing, Captain. I'll leave it to each one of them."

"If I say that, so do I. Even if we pick up the artisans and apprentices, if someone comes from each commercial guild, it'll be over."

In fact, in soldiers with only combat-related training, it is difficult to make a compromise with the Orson Grande National Army, no matter how captain they are, and they have no decision whatsoever. Even if it is commercial related, the coordination between the guilds is carried out by Douergal, and the personnel effort is a daily tea meal, so we will need personnel who can do it through power.

Both of you, that's foolishness after you figure it out, but this time the palu in the same room couldn't see it through.

"... both Mr. Duergal and Mr. Mukale tell me to do the processing here by myself...?

"Ugh..."

When the two fools turn their gaze to Palu, the look is exhausting and only their eyes gleam.

She is the head of the household registry and the work will inevitably come around to her if there are to be more people in the territory. All the people who have crossed the border, doing all the research, checking the various situations and responding appropriately, all of them coming to her department. In fact, the officials who let her accompany her have the most men, but still the busiest.

I couldn't even afford to say stupidity, and he was completely angry when he started talking about two elderly people abandoning their jobs where they were pioneering a bunch of paperwork and issues that were brought in every few dozen minutes.

"No, this is a little breathtaking joke with a guy. We're busy with each other, and you want as much room in your mind as this, right?

"Beh, you're not seriously gonna let go of your job, are you? I have to deal with a bunch of nasty guys, so I'm just trying to be stupid."

Before the two men could be excused in advance, Palu moved a bunch of clutches in front of them from the pile of paperwork on his desk.

"Mr. Douergal. If you can afford your mind, I'll ask for this. It's for the documented residents after immigration, for those involved in our commercial industry who even have a job history. I was going to sort by industry... but if you can afford it, no problem."

"... Yes"

"Mr. Mukale. This is the paperwork of those who declared themselves to have been military in the past, including past rewards and penalties, for which I divided it up because I thought a secondary check was necessary. This includes a lot of women, so please confirm it as a military officer."

"... ok"

Shortly after Palu left the room saying he would go to the border to pick up the documents, Duergal and Mukale exhaled thoughtfully and dropped their nervous shoulders.

"This is the first time I've freaked out about a girl over ten years younger."

"... not twenty?

"I'm younger than Kym."

Opening his eyes, to Mukale, who is surprised without even being able to speak, Duergal began to fight more than double the number of documents with a word of evil.

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Civilians on Rhone's business trip are not the only ones struggling badly with paperwork in front of them.

"Grunt..."

"Dear Alyssa, If you're roaring, you won't move on with your textbooks."

Noticed by Kym, Alyssa stuck out her lips pinching the pen.

"Why do you have to do this?"

"As a nobleman, it is a necessary study to be independent as a lord. As the next Earl of the Year, Alyssa will have to lead us for the people who are still growing."

What is even described was something that Alyssa was already convinced of.

When they talked to me about welcoming me as an adopted daughter from one, two, three, it was Alyssa who was too sudden to refuse, but sometimes I was starting to feel thin about the fact that the emotion I was feeling when I headed for Holland was that I felt it for the elderly I depended on rather than for the man, and eventually I decided to accept it.

When Alyssa decides to talk about succeeding the Count family, Kym piles up her homemade textbooks, which she had just prepared, and Brokla has also prepared the most aristocratic items possible, and is now looking for a tutor to teach aristocratic women the courtesy they need.

It has not been officially made public to the people that Alyssa will be the heir, but the story spread after a day to those involved in running the territory and to the soldiers who heard from it.

For the staff of the Lords' Palace, many people don't know Alyssa very well, so there is a loud voice for confusion. However, it is difficult to imagine that a young one, two or three, will still be hiding, so it is accepted as one of the usual whimsical measures.

The soldiers were ecstatic.

Until now, there had been some in front of the lord, and even then, somewhat of his enthusiasm for Alyssa was somewhat suppressive, and he was excited that from now on he would be the Lord to protect even in lieu of his life, rather than his previous attitude towards his superiors as a successor.

Aside from those ambient reactions, the person is simply like happy to be a family of one, two, three and approved, but he had no idea of becoming a nobleman because his predecessor, one, two, three, was so far from his aristocratic life.

The day after I approve of becoming an adopted daughter, Kym has me caught and made me study where I personally head to the clerk's office, worrying about important matters, whether I should call you Father or not and even if I call Oliga Mother.

And there's another woman in the same room with her head in front of her textbook. It's Vine, a one-eared beast.

Introduced to the staff with the new title "Secretary” on the day she brought them home, she is also in the process of tapping the materials prepared by the civil servants and staff from one end to the head in order to grasp the knowledge to support the work of one, two or three and the current state of Count Toono territory.

"My head is going to explode..."

The material is filled in carefully with illustrations since 123 was entrusted with Focarol, including demographic trends to industrial structures and the formation of the army.

The officials did not seem to have any aversion to Vine, the Beast tribe, which was a reaction of interest because it was rare and because it was a person brought in by one, two, three. Especially for female employees, it also includes a slightly less caretaker interest in how well one, two or three private stories can be heard.

Because of this, when instructions were given to Vine to submit territorial materials to the Departments, more stringent and detailed documents were drawn up than was necessary, and the first few hours were spent in Vine in the name of explanations, where staff were secretly replacing them and visiting Vine instead.

I couldn't concentrate, so I moved to Alyssa's study room, where Kym was overseeing.

No matter how much you say you're intrigued, look straight in the eye with no expression and say, "What can I do for you?" In front of Kym, who asks, there was no more audacious official than to have a chatty conversation.

In shame, Vine is supposed to study Alyssa's roar as a BGM in a surveillance, nervous room.

"If there's a part you don't know, don't hesitate to ask"

"Yes, sir"

And, although she replied, Vine thought she was “scared” of Kym from her first impression, sending a glimpse at Kym, yet even hesitating to speak up instead of asking questions.

Where I was grasping my mojo and paperwork, I knocked and a civilian broccla came in.

"Excuse me. Dear Alyssa, the tutor has been able to arrange for you to start your upbringing the day after tomorrow."

"... I want to train with everyone outside"

No, sir.

Not Blokla, but Kym says it in a piggy, flat voice.

"If you've been studying without sitting for so long, your butt hurts!

"Please be patient for a while. There's also dancing and so on in the correctional program, so you have the opportunity to move your body."

To Alyssa, who protests with tears that it's not that kind of problem, Kym explains how pale upbringing and learning are important elements in her behavior as a lord.

To a pale persuasion, as tiring as Vine was listening beside him, Alyssa went back to writing the textbook, raising her roots in less than five minutes, OK.

Having seen Alyssa's work in the Holland in front of her, Vine felt that such a powerful man could interact with her words so much that she could no longer make a grunt sound, making her even worse at Kym.

Vine's question was resolved by her taking, because Brokla happened to find the gaze for salvation, but otherwise the beast man, who was extensively frightened by Kym, might have remained locked in the room without finishing his secretarial course.

However, the pressure felt by Vine only increased somewhat because of the unfolding development whereby Kym and Brokla as it were extended to bump into each other's opinions about their education to Vine.

"Staff room, this is it."

Coming to see how Alyssa and Vine were doing, one, two, three, when they heard the argument and whined a word, they dispersed without entering the room.