Summoned Slaughterer

Information about the re-invasion of the Demon Nation came not from the scourge that Phocarol had unleashed on the border between Vichy and the wilderness, but from the Vichy refugees who had fled.

At first, I thought it was a matter of timing, but there was no talk of demonic raids in the periodic reports either.

"So the demon army was already inside Vichy, not from the wilderness,"

Confirming a report prepared by Palu, Kym gave way to the clerk's office used by one hundred and twenty-three and reported verbally to Alyssa, who was buried in a pile of paperwork. I mean, Kym wants you to move right away.

"How long have you been around?

"We are still unclear about the scale, but from the signs of the influx of refugees, from the other side of the border bordering Orson Grande and Holland, we see a steady drop of the town. Most of all, the runaway Pursan soldiers seem to be cleaned up by the Demons as well, making it easier to deal with them."

Apparently some of the refugees witnessed where the demons were eliminating reinforcements.

The beautifully compiled report was something that I had nowhere to chime and ask for a fix, and it was a great way to demonstrate Palu's abilities in no way. The documents requesting an increase in personnel and supplies sent together contained more and more black emotions, but I don't see any of those things, something that I can turn to as material as they are.

In fact, Kym duplicated it without any changes or supplements and gave it to Alyssa and Vine. I thought it would be just right for me to practice reading reports.

"There has also been an increase in refugees, so Palu, combined with supplies, is looking for personnel to defend him. Her prediction is that there will be contact from the Demons within at least ten days, and I agree."

Vichy no longer seems to have a mahy function as a group of urban states, and not from the central committee, but from each city close to Focarol was beginning to receive screaming requests for assistance. However, Alyssa also inherited the attitude of the reason given in the table that "the country has instructed static observation, but the first thing to rely on is the Central Committee” under the direction of 123.

"Would you like to?

Kym asks faceless and pale, but across the border, a nation is ravaged by demons. If we try to make it focarol, it is a crisis of territorial survival.

Vine could see that, too, so she was shaking as she looked at the report.

"Rather than increase the number... it will be in the whole army. I'm coming, too, and I'm taking all the Dwarves with me, Mr. Pulfras. I'll use everything I can to set up a defensive position, so get ready to do some piston transport on the trolley."

Returning the paperwork to Kym, who quickly takes the instructions into note, Alyssa continues.

"Neither this territory nor the status of nobility is my intention to“ keep ”it. One day it'll be time to give it back to Mr. One, Two, Three, and if the territory is down or someone loses it, you'll be pissed off."

And ask Vine to come with us.

"Just a little more, will you hang out with me? I want you to tell me I'm working hard when I go to Mr. Twenty-Three."

"Okay."

The inside was scary, but Vine happily accepted Alyssa's request. At the end of a single course of education, Vine has been placed in a position to travel between one, two, three and the Territory. In order to play that role, there was also a feeling that it was natural to follow Alyssa.

"How soon can we leave, Mr. Kym?

"We are already in the process of preparing supplies. Tomorrow morning, the first batch will be able to leave. We have trolleys on the track so you can arrive in a day"

"Sarasu!

The next day, leaving Kym and Brokla as lord's deputies to Focarol, Alyssa accompanied Vine as an adjunct to the border town of Rhone.

On the third day to proceed with the reinforcement of the walls and the installation of weapons such as spear throwers with penetration work came visitors who did not envisage it.

"Ah! Mr. Vine, long time no see!

"Mr. Leni!? Everyone else......!

Leni and Geng are waving toward Vine, who was called by the border guards to rush. Behind it were some elves such as Zanger.

"Duh, what's wrong?

"Yeah. I wanted to live here. No?"

Vine felt her head tease and managed to focus on her knees as she pressed her forehead.

"Wow, I don't have a decision to make..."

"Fine."

It was Lordship Alyssa who came running to the place just after leaving the border. In front of the refugees, I wear the bright red cape proposed by Mukale for the reason that I want majesty, but the way I run around and flip it just seems like my kids are playing.

"Ah, Dear Alyssa..."

When Vine explained Alyssa to Leni, who was shaking her neck, Leni bowed her head to Alyssa.

"Guys, I want to live like a human being. Please!

"Then live in this town for now. Mr. Vine, ask Palu for guidance on the inn or somewhere, the empty building, and also for registration of the registry. And let me tell you a lot about it."

Alyssa and Leni, who shook hands with disappointment, broke up with each other with a fuzzy grin.

Vine ran to the temporary hall looking for Palu, and Alyssa had another job to do, so she headed to the protective wall under construction.

"... I don't know, you've made up your mind. I mean the successor of one, two, three... What can I say, is it okay?

"Wouldn't that be okay?

Leni immediately denied Geng's anxiety.

"Maybe that girl...... no, the lord thought it would be more convenient to have us here beasts and elves? Various people are fortifying walls and preparing weapons, and there are so many soldiers. Maybe the Demons will attack us."

"So, how come there's such a thing and it's convenient?

"I once taught Mr. 123 that fighting is fundamental to driving the opponent's plans crazy. The Demons don't know we're in a human town... and the lord thinks we are."

"Well, then..."

"I don't think I'm going to use it as a shield... one of the traps, is it? I don't think the people in the field would know what to do if they were going to fight humans and there were beasts or something. Either way, Malfus, it's possible we know what's going on over there because of you."

When I looked at him, I saw Vine running and coming this way.

"Anyway, let's show them where we can be useful and have them protect us. Look, it smells kind of good, and let's just get some rest. It's all over now."

The people who were so far walking stuffs, aware of their fatigue in Leni's words, managed to reach the room prepared by Vine, each in a deep sleep.

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"What are you talking about? Are you stupid or what?"

"Ugh..."

After the meeting on responding to one hundred and twenty-three, including Origa, Imeraria had called one hundred and twenty-three who were staying in the castle to their rooms.

I have told everyone, including the samurai, to stay away from the private room, but I have not realized that in itself stimulates one, two, three alertness.

And if you listen to me, Imeralia says she wants her own child. Thinking that he was ashamed to be asked glossy good-neighbourly words and only kept his servant away, one, two, three, was powerless and brought to the couch.

"Speaking of which, Oliga was turning a strange gaze. You know what?"

"Oh, to Mr. Origa, I'm Mrs. One, Two, Three, so I need your permission first..."

"I'm not your toy. It's unpleasant to be borrowed."

Standing up, one, two, three, Immelalia rushes over and grabs the hem of the cum.

"Oh, wait! This is nothing, that's not what we're talking about, like, fitting you in or sharing you!

When I put it in my mouth, it does look strange and calm that I can't help but get one, two, three angry. But not now.

The word I'm trying to voice is the idea that came out of the lowest thought on the wheel, but that should interest me one, two, three.

"… this is also a preparation to kill you"

Imeraria's light body was drawn off sloppy, but stopped perfectly in those words.

"What do you mean?

Turn around, one, two, three looking down at Imeraria.

Don't let it distract you, look up firmly, too, Imeraria, and look into the eyes of one, two, three. Black eyes feel much darker than they were when we first met.

"Let your children talk to you. That's why I want your child."

I said it, and I think one word after another comes out before regret.

"I don't like you. I hate you. My family called you, and you killed me for it. My father, my mother, my brother, could never have been a good person. But that is why I am not a man who can be broken up, so much so that my family may be killed..."

One, two, three made sure he didn't utter a word and was just looking at himself, and Imeralia undressed at night. A thin cloth slips off the still developing body, making a slight rubbing sound.

"If I can avenge you, I will do anything. Whether it's an act of humanity or an act that can kill you, let's do anything dangerous."

Slowly, one, two, three, make sure you don't run away, while you lean back.

Surprisingly floating.

"What? Ahhh!

He was lifted from both sides and thrown away on the bed.

The thin body falls off her ass, breaking her leg and dressing as she sits down. Somehow I got embarrassed and pulled a thin sheet to cover my chest.

In the meantime, one, two, three go back to the couch and sit tight, drinking a cold cup of tea.

"That doesn't make me feel like holding your poor body. It's good to kill me. Too far away, the thought is hard to understand, but not bad. I haven't killed anyone yet, so I can't imagine."

"When you say woman, if you have one thought, you never forget it until you die. Like one, two, three, Park Xinren, who does not understand women's minds, will not understand it until the end of time."

"You'd be terrible to say. I've been summoned to this world by you. They called me for selfish reasons, so I just acted selfish. Whether they accuse me of it or resent me, I have no right to respond to it. Didn't I?"

"Yeah, it must be. I am the one who drove your life mad, and it should be me, not my father, who should bear that sin."

Imeralia grabbed the knife she had placed on her pillow.

"If I had the strength, I would have stabbed you to finish this. If you live in peace in this world before you spread the spark of battle in this world, it might have been one way to settle for me to die."

Throw away the knife.

Between Imeraria and one, two, three, on a thick carpet, the knife fell without jumping.

"But it's no longer the earliest situation to do that. We need to exit you and gain the power to rule this world that you have scratched around."

"Is that the power of a child with me... I don't know, a man I don't even like holds me for it."

"I like it. I love you. From the moment I first saw it, I was convinced you were a brave man. At the next moment, they were pointing their weapons at us."

Dull and laughing, Imeralia got out of bed naked.

One, two, three, stared at the naked queen standing in front of her with a long blind eye.

"I told you I hated you earlier"

"Those two emotions, they can live together. The female mind is bizarre, whimsical, and full of contradictions."

It's time to get closer and pick up the fudge knife.

Showing a moment of hesitation, Imeraria shook down the knife.

A blade glowing silver never touched one, two, three.

One, two, three left hands grasp the thoughtfully shaken down hand, and the right hand grasps Imeralia's neck.

"Ugh..."

Imeralia, who dropped the knife, saw one, two or three faces that were drawn to her neck and approached her in front of her, and did not know what look she was wearing. Shame, anger, or maybe he's got a sweet look, like he's being seen.

"What are you thinking?

"I want to be alone, do you understand?

"There's no way you can tell. You're starting to look like Oliga somewhere. Are you okay?"

"And don't be rude. And it's rude to give another woman's name in front of a woman."

Conversation at close range enough to breathe.

I can't breathe, but I didn't hate it.

"If you had my baby, you wouldn't be as strong as I am."

"You must be raising an educator now, right? Plus, I got a handout for teachers who teach magic. Hopefully, you'll be much stronger than one, two, three."

"Those guys, huh? You're all set."

The moment one, two, three, uttered a frightened voice, the power to grab his neck loosened.

At that moment, he grabbed the head of one, two, three, and Immelalia pressed his lips.

"Hold me. The world you want lies ahead. And that end is there too. I will make its history."

In one, two, three, it was felt that the eyes of Imeraria, arranging words diligently, had already become that of the madman.

At the same time, it is undeniable that it overlapped with his own wife.

"I'm so unlucky for a woman."

Hold Imeralia, who makes her snort rough and clings, and carry her to bed.

When the night dawned, there was no one, two, three, next to Immelalia.

With dull pain, she was excited by the success and embarrassment of the operation, which made her scream weird.