Summoned Slaughterer

From one, two, and three, like Origa's sneeze, which the two of us heard firsthand about going out to the Wang Capital, those who knew or did not know the circumstances were a little difficult to get close to.

Ordinary female extent has an exclusive appetite and is many times more jealous than ordinary women, Oliga, who spent the days leading up to her departure while fully opening up her troublesome personality. She was snorting roughly as she prepared her baggage but didn't tell me someone wanted to follow her or as if she was intimidating her surroundings.

Because Oliga knew that because of one, two, three personalities, if someone said "I want to go with you," she would give you permission to do whatever you want, unless it was also a special circumstance, and she knew she couldn't imitate it to overturn it.

The winner, 123, spends his time developing new weapons with Pulfras and archaics with Kym and other soldiers when he appropriately buys the Magic Gear Dollars that came into Focalol for food and throws them into the Dark Magic Storage during the day he decides to travel.

Oliga leaned over beside one, two, three, accompanied him to the city to buy out, and also participated in the audition, not temporarily trying to leave one, two, three.

"The lord and his wife are really close."

"Isn't that a good thing? Vichy, there's been another commotion, but in the shadow of the lord, there's no danger here."

And so on, and the people of the town of Focarol, who were one of the noble nobles, but also walked around without a escort and dined in the same shop as the common people, one, two, three, and Origa, who seemed to be leaning in gently, watched with a smile.

But the people who work in the Lords' Palace and know Origa well, they can't stand so relaxed.

Anyway, while I'm talking to one, two, three, Oliga's just around the corner staring at me. There's nothing if we don't even talk about the journey or the Wang Capital, but when the topic of going to the Wang Capital comes up, I'm letting myself stare.

"After all, you haven't done much like a newlywed."

"Ha... newlywed, is it"

Inside the study room, when Kym took her seat off at work, Alyssa spoke to Vine, who was studying across the street, rocking her feather pen.

Speaking untouched, Vine gives her gaze from the textbook and responds raw.

"At first, Mr. Oliga and the other three were the only ones accompanying Mr. One, Two, Three who were slaves at the time. Even with me, there were only four of us."

Alyssa looking up at the ceiling looked like she was looking somewhere far away. Vine didn't know who her "other" was about. But I thought there must be some reason why I didn't dare give you a name.

"So your husband was a slave, a wife and a lover?"

Vine was not surprised by that, as she had heard that Origa was a former slave, but she can't come up with the image of one, two, three and Origa acting like lovers.

"Lover...... hmmm...... heck!

The tip of the feather pen, which was rocking at his fingertips, tickled Alyssa's nose and a small sneeze appeared.

"Ugh... it was more like a minister or a disciple than a lover. In fact, it seems that the way you fought was largely worked out and cured by Mr. One, Two, Three, and since then, you've changed your weapon. Was it about that time you stopped using your wand?

When we met, I couldn't afford it either, Alyssa laughs.

And I thought it was old enough to make it a joke, and I felt a little bit sassy.

"Thinking about it like this, a lot of people have been in contact with Mr. One, Two, Three and they've been buddies and hostile, but Mr. Origa is the first one to lean in and stay next door, isn't she? Like Mr. Kym and the others, there are plenty of people to serve, but isn't Mr. Origa the only one who wants to do the same thing side by side?

The faces of all those who know float in Alyssa's head, such as those who died hostilely like Kasha and Pajo, or those who, like Sabnak, cooperate but do not become companions, and those who swing like Imeralia.

"Is Master Alyssa different?

"Yeah?"

Vine's question, Alyssa didn't swallow well.

"Yeah, I mean, couldn't you have thought of wanting to be just like your wife?

"Oh, you mean..."

It is now part of Count Toono's territory, the former Vichy Arrosale. Alyssa remembers clearly the violence she suffered there and when she was helped from one, two, three. The memory of the pain is fading, but the feeling of powerlessness and fear of death felt intensely at that time are still engraved in Alyssa without disappearing.

I know now how I felt back then, thanks and unconscious love.

"... no, I think so. I like Mr. One, Two, Three, but that's respect for strong people. So... so I'm going to adopt one, two, three, and I'm very responsible, but I'm happy, I think..."

A twitchy overflowing tear finally spills on my cheek.

"Ugh, that's embarrassing... why not..."

Faced to the desk, to Alyssa, who shook her shoulders, Vine approached softly and stroked her back.

"I know, I can't do it like Mr. Origa... so..."

Vine continued to stroke Alyssa, who had finally raised her voice and cried.

☺☻☺

The day before we left for Wang Du.

early morning. Oliga also participated in the auditions carried out by one, two and three

Out of the town of Focarol, in the woods a little off the street. Sometimes monsters come out, but it has no effect on one, two, three.

There was no hustle and bustle of people, and this place smelled like trees and greenery was one, two, three favorites.

Oliga and I, lined up on the grass, take our seats and close our eyes.

Besides the signs of Origa next door, I can feel weak monsters finding signs of people and running away.

Dig up memories of battles in Holland and Vichy as you calm your mind to the smell of nature through your nose and recreate the battle in your head. There is satisfaction in all its movements, but also reflection.

Couldn't you have killed him quicker? Could it have taken a life efficiently?

And to use it from there for the next battle, verify the movement exactly. That's all to achieve complete killing. Still, for that time when the desire for murder springs up like a fountain that never withers away.

In front of one, two, three eyes gently opened, a single tree softened.

A trunk as thick as a hug stretches straight toward heaven, spreading blue leaves to the sun.

The blow of the pluck stops with the cuttoe facing the trunk. It leaves a distance of not more than one millimetre and has not damaged the epidermis with criticality. From time to time, one, two, three do the work of checking the length of what you get and how you feel.

I know the length of my sword better than anyone, but that's not necessarily why I haven't changed the length of my arm at all, and it's possible that I have a brace due to the condition of my nails. It was also one ritual to confirm it.

"Well, let's get started"

"Yes, thank you"

Oliga, standing up to one, two, three, grabbed the iron fan in her left hand and lowered her head.

Against one, two, and three, place their hands at the base of their feet, and then thank them naturally.

He raised his face at the same time and set up his weapon.

The iron fan that Origa held in her right hand remained closed.

One, two, three pull out the knife and place it in the front eye.

There is no hanging up.

From one, two, three, stepping in silently, I can't hear footsteps.

In contrast to one, two, and three, which looms to slip, Origa shows no tension whatsoever, pointing the tip of the iron fan firmly between one, two, and three brows.

One, two, three attacks are frontal strikes that are swung down directly from the top.

Oliga steps forward diagonally, dives under the blade into the arm, and waves an iron fan at the crossing.

When one, two, three stopped the knife at hip height, the iron fan was stopped at a distance of whether or not to touch the neck.

seconds. Leave the remnant alone and leave silently.

The distance back is exactly the same as when you first set it up face to face.

"Next"

"Yes."

I'm not saying do what.

It is no longer at such a stage that we have to explain it that much.

Origa slowly exhales from her thinly open lips, loosening her tightly tied mouth just a little bit.

The next slash comes from the side to break his knee.

Pull your right foot and proceed to the space where the knife has passed.

Drop the iron fan to the head of one, two, three on your knees.

Anti-inch.

Put it down for a few seconds and leave.

Then, Oliga cuts back in a motion that reminds her body against one, two, three repeated attacks, including hanging and poking, serial slashing and kicking.

One, two, three movements are considerably slower than they would normally be in battle, but there is no waste, and even one foot judgment is smooth and no stray. Skilled movements had made it difficult for those facing them to react, regardless of speed or otherwise.

Still, Origa responds to randomly launched attacks and moves to mount a firm, deadly counterattack.

Oliga, who used to be nervous about bees for attacks that had no promises and didn't know what was coming, had been used to fighting in action and weapons, and now he can move in nature.

However, the movement of one, two, and three, which gradually increases in speed, becomes impossible to follow in the eyes of Origa. Relying on the start from the standpoint, he leads with criticism.

Returns are also avoided, binary, triple and more maneuvers without ending in one.

You can't even fight back while failing to respond to the slaughter and avoiding a punch aimed at the second face. I put the blade to sleep again and came through my chest. I couldn't poke it.

"Ugh..."

foot stepped out to support a disintegrating posture. Still, I thought the poke was definitely plugged into my chest, and Oliga closed her eyes on it.

But there's no pain I'm ready for.

"Don't close your eyes. Whatever happens, you're gonna embrace the consequences."

One, two, three were pulling the knife, in line with the good oliga.

Looking down at his chest with a sweaty face, he is touching his clothes, but at a distance that has not reached his body critically, his cutting edge is stopped.

Oliga bit off her back teeth when she saw her face in the morning sunshine.

That's it for today.

"No, this will not be one, two, three kinds of training. Let me help you."

One, two, and three released a cloth to wipe the sweat at Oliga, who, as he wept, sought to continue with his soggy eyes.

"Then wipe the sweat first and get your breath ready. Drink the water and take the dullness."

"Yes......"

To Origa, who was wiping his face and neck with grater and haste, one, two and three offered fruit similar to the apples he had picked in the wilderness.

"It's not a bad move. It'll be better if your body gets used to it so that you don't disturb your movements when you get tired."

One, two, three bites of the other fruit I took out. Sweet and sour fruit juice moisturizes through his throat abundantly.

"I will no longer be swayed by weapons, so the rest is important to repeat..."

It is the theory of one, two, three that technology is something you get used to seeing and staining your body, something you have practiced, but you also know that it is difficult. Many of the reasons young gatekeepers stopped at the dojo were “because they were tired of repeating monotonous movements”.

"Yes, thank you for your continued support!

Oliga, who replied with a smile, also tasted the fruit with a mouthful of delight.

After a short break, they both rise again and face each other.

"Then change hands and recipients. Any attack is fine. You can use magic. Keep calling me."

"Yes! I'm going!

Origa, with an iron fan, hits one, two, three with all her might.

I have someone I can turn to for full confidence and favor. It takes all the effort. What a delightful situation. How happy I am.

I may not catch up with you for the rest of my life. Then I'll follow you at the end of your life.

Avoid poking and poking. We exchange it and pay our feet, but the bouncing grate comes up. Roll over and avoid but go kick the flank, but the pattern head inhibits it.

The spark scattering encounter between the two continued until Oliga became unable to move due to fatigue. When this happens, one, two, three will carry you back to the Lordship Hall. It's true that he had a lower heart aimed at it, but Origa looks exhausted and softly puts his head on one, two, three shoulders as he roughs his exhale.

"... you're a weird guy"

If I tried Origa, I was going to show her colorfully uplifted face and make an appeal to one, two, three, but her mouth was loose with Niyaniya, so when I saw it from one, two, three, she just seemed too tired and high.

The best for Origa, who has little romantic experience, may not have arrived at the price of one, two, three.