Summoned Slaughterer

Spend the demons' wreckers, and Geng and Malphas take the distance to keep up with the demons and move on through the wilderness. I was wondering if any of them would deviate in another direction, Geng, but all the time, they are on the same path.

"What happened? Hey, they're on their way to the slam..."

It's not like we're going to be fighting right now, but there's no chance we changed our aim to a beast man in a slum because he lost to a human being.

"Mr. Gueng......"

Seeing Malphas looking anxiously, Geng decides to reroute his planned route and go as far as possible through the woods.

I'm afraid of the possibility of other beasts attacking me, but if I just run away, I'll figure it out.

"We're going into the woods. It's gonna be tight, but we have to hurry and let Mr. Leni know."

"Okay."

We approached the demons' group just a little bit, making sure that we were indeed aiming for the Swordlante side, and the two gently went off the road and into the woods.

When you get in the back until you can determine you can't see from the demons, you move on fast.

"In the town of the humans today, there is one, two, three. As we followed and saw, that guy travels fast, and he doesn't hesitate to leave on the battlefield. If you saw the demons attacking you, you'd just repel them and show them... and maybe one, two, three of them repelled you."

Malphas, listening to Geng, was silent.

That's right, Malphas also manages to keep up with the fast legged geng that should be called the Wolf Beast Man. In it, Malphas, who had thought about it as he ran, opened his mouth about enough after hearing Geng's predictions.

"I wonder if the Demons are still going to fight humans"

"I was wondering what you were thinking... I don't know. I might have punished you for this, and I might attack you again when I'm ready. Or…"

The worst part of Geng's prediction is the possibility of following the Beastmen's tribe and thinking about compensating for the "number” of people they lack compared to humans. If the destination of the demonic soldiers we just saw is Swordlante, as expected, and we are thinking of attacking there, the aim would be the town and the personnel there.

"I don't care, I'm not that smart. I just have to leave it to people to think, so I've never been over there to get ready to fight as much as I can."

"I wonder if Leni and the others are going to fight anyone"

To Malphas' words, Geng snorted.

"There's no way I know... there's only one thing for sure"

Geng stops and sees Malphas' face.

"Mr. Leni doesn't make choices that put his people at risk with emotions. How can you have something to protect, or can you definitely win? Either that or you won't get your people involved in an unscrupulous battle."

When Geng became a slave, the leader of the settlement decided to fight. As a result, half of my companions were murdered tragically, and no one left was enslaved, and even if I only knew, another half of my enslaved companions are already dead.

If our leader could judge us like Leni, we might have thought about retreating and getting back on our feet at least once.

No, if you are a rational group that judges and decides on your qualities as a leader, not a savage group, like deciding a leader simply because you are strong......

Seriously, I knew how to do Leni, and then I pushed it into the back of my memory that I couldn't help but think about it.

"Anyway, now, hurry back to the slam... hide!

Grab the luggage Malfus is carrying and force him to pull it behind the tree.

When I told him to lie down, Geng gently checked forward from the shade of the tree. Some shadows seemed to have moved.

"I don't know which beast man is around here, but I hope they're calm..."

A few seconds to sit back and watch. Geng was relieved when he saw a raven's ear over a distant bush. If you are a beast, you will not suddenly come under attack. If you are a human, it can be hard to think of bringing a non-combatant beast into the woods in the wilderness area.

"Stand up, Malfus. It's Mr. Rabbit."

As Geng quickly regained his unloaded luggage and Malfus was also laying low and packing back the collapsed luggage, his ears approached.

The face that has raggedly drawn the grass from the gutter was Helen. Bring a few Beastmen and approach them with a quick leg forward to the Geng.

"... Mr. Gueng?

"Mr. Helen?! Why are you here!

"It's this line over here. Didn't you go to see one, two, three? Lost?"

To Helen's joke, Geng raised his voice and laughed, but Malfus had a dark face.

"We're losing numbers... what's really going on?"

It is easier to talk, but Geng explained as briefly as possible that Vine and Puse were to remain in the human country, respectively, the relationship between Malphas and one, two, three.

Helen listens to it and wonders, "So does Mr. Poose..." I know that Puse himself was only meant to be Vine's escort, so I guess he didn't think he'd stay.

"I was on tour looking for food and checking my surroundings, just fine"

"What is it?

"That's..."

Helen grabbed her long ears with her fingers and opened her mouth to say spicy and then had to tell her, right?

"The demons attacked us, so we all abandoned the slums and went into the woods, didn't we? So, I said I created a simple settlement ahead of me."

Geng took a little while to figure out what Helen said. I didn't expect Leni to have implemented the retreat I had been thinking about earlier.

"So you're having a bit of a problem..."

"Are you talking about not wanting to go back to life in the woods after all?

To Geng's question, Helen shakes her neck to the side.

Every swinging ear also seemed shriveled only with a heart.

"You split into a group that accepted to spend disturbances in the woods in line with Leni's opinion, and a group that wanted to go out and fight back and get the slums back."

At this time, Malphas was determined to do one thing, but no one on this occasion would have noticed it.

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For the one, two, and three journeys to the Wang capital, it was worth Origa's effort, and only Origa, his wife, accompanied him.

Everyone knew that there was no need for more escort than there was, and many knew that storage magic could be used.

So no one is wondering that the two of them get on their respective horses and leave town without a carriage.

The only trip I didn't even tell you about is the drop-off of Kym, Vine and Alyssa in the hall, where the city people look at the two lightly dressed people and see if they even go for a walk.

Naturally, there was nothing that could be stopped when they left the town of Focarol, and the lords and his wife rode their horses through the gate at all costs, in the gaze of the soldiers.

"You're not going!

"Take care!

To the voices of the soldiers, one, two and three responded with a flickering wave of their left hand, and Origa also waved softly.

Two horses relaxing down the thinly cloudy streets.

Soldiers who go down the streets around Focarol, as well as the merchants, remember one, two, three faces, so if you look at them, they will meet and greet you. It's probably because of the pervasive story that it doesn't mean it's as difficult as any other nobleman.

It's been awhile since I've been summoned to this world, but in the end, one, two, three are unwilling to change something called the identity system by evaluating it as crap. I don't have any money. I know that war costs money, and if you have money, you can move people after convincing them with a loss.

If you're the first generation to get that identity, I don't think that would be a good indication of the person's worth. But the identity that was taken over by inheritance is worth nothing more than a "mechanism to avoid disrupting the social fabric”, evaluated with utmost favor.

That's why I'm not more perplexed about abandoning my status as Count than Alyssa has properly taken.

It was convenient, but when I was weirdly in a position to use people, I felt like the dispute didn't come around to me, and I felt terrible.

When you have a position, you can't approach it with resentment or jealousy. Doesn't that eliminate our chances of killing each other when we have less chance of exposing ourselves to our enemies? A moment later, while you were sleeping in the Lordship Hall, did someone give up revenge that the other person was noble?

Thinking about it, I feel like I was doing something very unwell in the other world because of it.

"Maybe I could have even killed him and gone around without thinking about it."

But in the end, it could be a repetition of vain simple tasks like mowing the grass around. I still remember the fear when I met Oliga and found out about the battle in this country.

"Hey, aren't all the guys in this world who can't fight busily?

Killed knights, killed kings, killed adventurers and killed demons.

None of this was anything like a battle.

I asked Origa later, but the adventurer who made it into two truly in the guild seems to have been a pretty strong category. The adventurer who killed him at Allosale also confirmed his thoughts that he was a top rank in that area, and that he still should have had a policy to spread the battle.

"In doing so, depending on what Imeraria and the Demons intend to do, is it time for the final phase of the plan"

It was just a whining word somehow, but Oliga shook her shoulders and grabbed her reins.

"Dear One, Two, Three..."

"What's up?

Oliga made a smile on one, two, three, listening back at the usual rate.

"It's not a quick journey, so why not stop by a village or something with a famous hot spring along the way? I'm sure you'll find some delicious."

"Oh, good. Slow down, you'll get a lot of movement, so let's do that. Instead, I leave it to Oliga about the road to the King's Capital. Stop by where you want to go."

Suddenly entrusted with a serious task, Origa solidified her eyes round.

"Hi, I haven't been comfortable traveling right and left in search of the battlefield. It's a corner, so let's go eat something that's appropriately good for sightseeing. Oliga would have been busy, too, and would be nice once in a while. I don't know if I'll get another chance like this."

"Yes, sir"

In his head, along the streets to the Wang capital and a little off, Oliga was only nibbling tears as he diligently remembered where his specialties and tourist attractions were.

Because I have realized that the kindness of one, two, three is a grudge against Origa.

His aim is far from peace. Until now, we are resting on assignments and battles. We continue to move shortly, and I do not see the letter peace among the ultimate one, two, three aims.

I accept that and still have no more dust to complain about than I have decided to be beside him. No, but still, I wonder if one, two, three feels somewhat of a burden on Origa to get involved in that plan.

Going a little further, one, two, three backs are the same as usual.

The day they were bought as slaves. Vichy, when you run around with your opponent. Whether it's fighting in the Holland or when you're gaining territory and acting as a lord, that back goes straight without hesitation.

"You"

Horse to horse, Origa softly lay her hands on the left hand wrapped in gloves, one, two, three, lined next to her.

Origa was listening to one day's bedtime story about what was going on on on the other side through that thin demon skin.

One, two, three will die one day, too. That's what he said himself, and I saw a scene where he gets hurt. Now, the contents of the gloves are not flesh.

"I heard there was some interesting food in town to wear by the end of the day. Although it's probably a town where you've never been stopped, they roll vegetables with meat lavishly and bake them with special herbs. I'm sure you'll like it, too."

"That's good. I'm getting hungry just listening to you. Let's make today's inn that town."

"Yes, we will."

Because I am a sloppy woman, let me know about someone named one, two, three and know more about myself than anyone can catch up with me on this occasion. And one, two, three will figure it out. Whatever he thinks and does, there's always a presence next to him.

To have him recognized as his partner in the true sense, and to hear his words more honestly.

Coming one day, before the end.