Summoned Slaughterer

The day after the meeting. In the morning Malphas travelled from the simplified settlement, and Leni and the others left after lunch, so he sent Malphas out in the morning before packing his bags with a total resident exit.

Approximately two hundred people leave the settlement, roughly 80% of the total. Dozens of the Beastmen remained, including those who excelled in battle and those who were attached to Swordlante. Apparently, the Residual Group is going to go around the settlements of the other Beasts to create a force against the Demon Clan.

The road was divided, but we never hung out with each other, and it was a gentle parting.

Pack a few carriages and walk around to protect the carriage, except for the children, as you did when you came to this settlement.

Many of those who waved goodbye were in tears.

"To the end, you said you wanted Leni to stay."

Helen shrugged as she was leading with Leni and Geng around losing sight of the residual group.

"I have no choice. Assuming we fight, there's nothing we can do."

Still, I guess it was not only Helen who felt like I could do something about it, but the residual group was the same. But Leni stubbornly refused. If we have to fight to solve the problem, we can't help it, but we don't want to solve the problem to fight.

In the end, the residual group assumed that the tiger beast man became the compiler. One bought by one, two, three, as a slave, a man who continued to work out up to the strength of one, two, three, and was also vigorously active as a vigilante. When he was to be chased by a slum, he was the one who seemed to regret it twice as much.

"It's just the difference between where you have a win-loss decision. We think that if we create an environment where our people can live properly and live a full life, we will win as the head of the group."

"... well"

Helen replied unenthusiastically. Because I felt like what Leni was saying was right, but I didn't understand it well.

Helen thought it wasn't a bad thing to fight someone to protect something, even though it was a strange story to say to herself that she was a beast with a bad fight. But it's certainly weird to involve someone else, because I'm convinced.

Helen stopped thinking as she rubbed her long ears with her fingers and confirmed the crunchy hairs. I'm not going to get an answer anyway.

Gheng walking next door laughed happily when he heard about Leni. I know he had a lot going on too, but Helen is not a kid, either, so much so that she hears it directly from the front.

Hilarious, look behind you.

Bear beast man and tiger beast man girl with no floating face as close to a group of people walking secluded through the woods. Mulphas entrusted Zanger with his sister Riedel and friend Orla.

From Helen's point of view, Orla also seemed somewhat in love with Malphas, but it didn't seem to be that far in relation to him either.

"Well, there's a lot going on..."

Helen sighs if she's worried about people.

Since leaving the settlement where the beasts and sheep have lived together, they have been with various men of all races, but they have also been busy at work and have not had the opportunity to make love to someone or anything.

As an Orc, it is never too early to find a husband at the age of Leni or Helen. But I don't even feel like finding someone like that.

"Man, hey..."

Geng is too old, and the rest of them don't come pins.

Is there anything else that comes to mind when I think about it?

"I don't..."

"What?

"Nothing"

"Hmm?

Looking at Leni, who already has sleepy eyes in the morning wrap-up and luggage preparation, Helen fumbles, "Does Leni like anyone?" The question came to my mind.

Looking at my best friend walking pompous, I thought he might like one, two, three for the time being, but it doesn't mean he likes me as a man, I think.

One of these days, I might even get a romantic consultation.

"Well, will it be... Mr. Gueng. How long do you walk to Mr. One, Two, Three's town?

"Hmmm... at this pace, is it about ten to twelve days"

"Oh well. Thank you for directing us."

I'll take care of it.

Gueng laughs without even showing her how tired she is of going and going. I laugh, but I'm a little scared because I'm pounding my fangs out.

Such an exchange is also deafening, led by a representative walking half asleep, a mixed group of beastmen and elves, human beings, advancing through the woods.

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One, two, three and Origa relaxed and enjoyed plenty of specialties from all over. "Her Majesty is waiting for you in the royal castle," the warden told the two when they arrived in the king's capital. But one, two, three, said only, "Oh, yes," and entered the proper inn in Castle Town.

The movement was well grasped by the Knights and produced blue muscle on the forehead of Imeralia who was contacted.

Knowing or not such a queen's hard work, one, two, three took Oliga and enjoyed shopping in the castle town as promised, and in the end, it was before noon the following day that she was on her way.

"... I have a lot to say, but good luck from afar for now"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. It's the first time I've been in this world I've been able to slow down."

The meeting place between the two was that room where the Sabnaks gathered their heavy ministers for a meeting the other day.

The distance between the two people across the table is roughly five meters in the room that also caused the samurai to leave. We have a clear face for each other, but Imeraria diligently hides her complex and nervous heart.

"So, what can I do for you?

Imeraria takes a sip of tea as if to show room for one, two or three words that are reaching for baked confectionery early.

"... before that, what happened to Mr. Origa?

"Aren't you shopping? We broke up when we left the inn, so we don't even know where we went."

"Escort...... no, you were a useless worry"

It's a story that can't even be a relatively secure area, such as the aristocracy going shopping alone, but Imeraria no longer thought Origa could handle it the same way.

"Anyway, I have Knights surveillance. You don't even care."

"I was watching Master One, Two, Three, but how did you know I was even putting it on Mr. Origa?

"Signs followed Origa for two at the inn. It was a knowledgeable atmosphere. Someone from the former Third Knights."

I don't even know who exactly, until Imeralia, but it probably hit me.

Deciding that he would just be poked even after any more extra exchanges, Imeralia took out an envelope containing several notes.

"This is a report from Mr Filignon, who met Dear One, Two and Three in Focarol and then headed to the border. There was a battle with the Demons, it said," Tell me about this. "

The report, which Philinion hastily finished, was delivered to the Royal Castle through one, two, three that had been laid back. Weyer, who took a heavy look at what was written there, immediately reported to Immelalia and delivered a letter.

I even gave them to a note containing something like a love sentence for my husband, and Imeralia was sick and tired of seeing the words of love spelled out by same-sex.

"You fought. He was stronger than a normal human being, but with fewer people. If we don't get a little better prepared, we're short on hitting the human side with a large number of people. Oh, the magic was inside. You had a guy in the air who would produce a sword. Even the other soldiers were much better than the human wizards."

Listening to one, two, three, Imeralia takes a quick note. Because I learned that even words that speak like nothing contain important information.

"... Didn't one, two, three intend to report it to me?

Words to condemn and the gaze that represents it.

"It's about another country. Besides, I've already quit my aristocracy. Reports from the border are up, I guess? Then wouldn't it be better to have a sense of crisis that it doesn't contain information about the Demons in it?

To be honest, Imeraria looks at one, two, three without saying anything. That's not all. Behind ridiculous words, one, two, three were diligently searching for what they wanted to say.

Drink spit and open your mouth.

"Come on, nobility doesn't mean you're no longer noble because you retired from the Lord, and it doesn't mean you don't have to contribute to the country. I always ask for information to protect my country, and it is the duty of the people, including the nobles, to cooperate with it."

To Imeraria's objection, one, two, three clapped his hands and laughed.

"Haha! That's a good word. I guess the ideal is. But you should also think about the downfall I said. Well, about that, Sabnak, Puse, the people around you are guilty of the same crime."

After a smile, one, two, three removed the bundle of paper from the dark magic storage. Thick documents are wrapped up in a skinned string, and the letters are surprisingly written just by a glimpse.

Imeralia, who received the documents that had slipped through the table, glances at the first few. There was a detailed description of the formation of the army, the magic it had used and the response from Vichy, from the position the demons had attacked.

"This is..."

"It's a document that Kym put together about what I said. Good luck and look through. Think of a response."

"Oh, thank you......"

"Well, you'd be right to be thinking about gathering information. It's a reward for chewing your tongue in the Holland and running so hard."

"Become...!

You don't even have to think about who talked. Only Alyssa was there and had the chance to speak to one, two, three.

I make my face bright red and nagging, line up some grudges against Alyssa in my head, and then I cough.

"Kohon. Whatever the reason, it helps. We will consult with Mr. Sabnak and the others to prepare the response. So, here's what I called you."

"Hmm? Didn't you want that information?

"There's that too. But I need to ask you something."

Listening, one, two, three picks one baked sweet and throws it into his mouth. Only the gaze remains directed at Imeraria.

"I want the knights to teach me how to fight one, two, three."

"Then there will be Focalol's teaching going on over there."

It's not, and Imeralia shakes her neck to the side.

"Dear One, Two, Three. It's about personal moves. I… have not seen it so many times, but the knights… Mr. Midas, Mr. Vayer and, of course, Mr. Sabnak have sent an unmistakable praise for the strength of one, two, three and their skill"

"Praise is enough"

"What?"

"You're welcome that someone wants to be strong, but you don't have to flatter me for that. I don't want people to recognize me, and I'm not happy about it."

Imeralia took a breath.

But I didn't miss it. "You're welcome to want to be strong," he said.

"So you don't need extra decorations. … please"

Imeralia stood up as she spoke and slowly lowered her head.

"Give the knights of this country the strength to defend their country."

"... is that how you protect the country you put out"

"No. That's not all."

One, two, three, raised one eyebrow to the unexpected answer and deliberately looked surprised.

"Well... now, I can't tell you"

"Phew."

Seeing the mumbling Imeraria, one, two, three stood up laughing at Niyaniya.

"You start tomorrow. Start with Ichi in the morning. I'm guessing the numbers are fixed, right?

"Yes, about thirty people, I'd like your guidance."

"Okay. See you tomorrow."

Imeraria questioned one, two, three, trying to leave as it were.

"Aren't you staying in the castle?

"Oh, I already took an inn under the castle. Hidden couples relax with the people."

"Couple......"

Bye, and one, two, three are leaving the room.

Imeralia, sitting again, lay her face down at the table as it was.

"Heh, Your Majesty!?

"Never mind... it's okay..."

One, two, three and the samurai who came in to replace him raised their voice, but Imeralia raises one hand and sways with her thin fingers in alignment.

Is it about three minutes? I gave him a face that I wouldn't show to anyone for once, and then gave him a good face with momentum.

Inside, there was a waitress waiting anxiously.

"Contact the Sabnaks. I want you to meet me here tonight."

"I'm in awe"

The samurai leaves the room gently.

Again, Imeraria sat blurry by herself.

"... what shall we do..."

No one answers. I have to give my own answer.

My stomach rattled.

"I need to cheer up..."

Flirting up, Imeraria walked out looking for lunch that should be available in the office.