Summoned Slaughterer

"Your Majesty"

It was Sibula, Sabnak's wife, who knocked and came into the Imeralia bedroom. Only she and Sabnak, and her father, the Chancellor Adol, were aiming for Imeraria.

And maybe one, two, three were in this room until before dawn, and what they were doing.

"Are you Mr. Sibula..."

"We brought you warm milk"

Next to the bed, Sibula, who placed a cup to raise the hot air, removed the towel from the hot water in the toilet barrel and squeezed it tightly.

"Wipe your body here"

"Thanks"

Responding with a smile of gratitude, Sibula took the white nightgown out of the closet and gently placed it on the shoulder of Imeraria, who had finished wiping her body.

"Soon, you will be ready for a hot tub, so clean your body before your official duties"

"It helps...... you know, do you still smell it?

Imeralia asked in horror, smelling her own body. Though I feel a little bit of the smell of one, two, three in the smell of sweat myself.

"Yes. The smell of a man and a woman is something that anyone but himself understands well. If this is the samurai there, it will end with a little seed of inferior rumours."

"Oh, really?"

Put down the cup you were holding and hurriedly close it in front of the gown, lifting the incense furnace you had placed on your pillow, as you recall, and give it to Sibula.

"Before I forget, I'll give this back to you"

"Yes, you did return it"

"Does it really work?

Imeralia has her neck clenched as she rubs her lower abdomen where the pain still lingers.

The incense furnace is one of the magic implements that is supposed to dramatically increase the pregnancy rate of women by burning odorless special chemicals. Sibula, consulted by Imeralia, whose menstrual cycles coincided but who was still anxious, borrowed from her father, Adore.

Adore, who was going to hide possession of such magic equipment, blue-faced and admitted that it was for the queen. Adore, who had not had a child for a long time, seems to have been what he searched for and got, and the birth of Sibula represents its effect.

Imeraria's expression when she was given the incense furnace and drugs with that episode was that she didn't know what to look like.

"We don't have time, so we just have to hope it's given right"

"Let's make sure we put in regular checkups. As early as two months, you'll know. I tried it on the day I borrowed it, so if it works, I can talk to Your Majesty about parenting."

"Oh, yes..."

The same goes for the Adore thing, but I didn't like the "stories like that” I knew. Because I don't know how to give it back even though I don't have much experience.

"Anyway, when you have a child, please help us. I do not intend to make public the birth of a child. Well, how about a nanny and an educator?

"That helps. I can't keep working as a samurai when I have a baby."

But Shibula narrowed her eyes.

"I don't know if it's a prince or a princess... but wouldn't that child tell you about his father, too?

"We are going to talk about exactly what kind of person Master One Twenty-Three was. But I won't talk about him being a father. We haven't decided yet, but let's explain that the young, deceased aristocrats of the province were the opponents."

Sibula, who nearly opened her mouth, closed her mouth, holding the incense furnace, which left only a little muddy.

"It seems to push trouble, I'm sorry..."

"I don't have a problem with this because I have a gap. Of course, there's me at my husband's entrance. If Your Majesty is willing to stay, that is his happiness as a minister."

So I don't hesitate to tell you anything, Sibula says.

"Well, I'd like to ask you one thing first."

"Yes, Your Majesty"

"Would you, my son, and my son be friends?

He was a surprised sibula with his eyes round, but immediately drew on Imeraria's intentions and regained his smile.

"Pleasure, Your Majesty. I'm sure that would be great for my child."

When the two smiled and headed off to discuss their first experiences and the treatment of men in one place, Imeraria headed to her private bathroom, where Sibula also carries traces of blood with her vivid bedding and secretly to the incineration facility to burn them down.

And then, back from the hot tub, to Imeraria, one document arrived.

There was a statement on the border in Rhone, Count of Toono, that there had been a battle with the demons, and that although they had succeeded in defense, there were demons lurking within Vichy or, as the worst prediction, Vichy had already been taken over by the demons.

"The Demons would have retreated. Isn't it early? What the hell happened!

But Vayer, who brought the letter, and Sabnak, who had been climbing the castle since the early morning with Sibula, cannot give a clear answer to Imeralia.

"The prediction is that a different unit from what Uncle Toono defeated would have attacked Vichy instead and successfully attacked or broken in. Otherwise, the journey takes an unusually fast time."

Impossible, to Vayer, Imeraria pointed out that the perception is sweet.

"I heard all sorts of magic stories from Mr. Poose, but there are all sorts of magic besides the juncture, and depending on adequacy and proficiency, you think it's possible to fly? First of all, it's subtle to say that someone called from a different world is here, but they are here."

It was Imeraria's expectation that what was the only way it might be possible to migrate or travel at high speeds. It's not entirely unlikely that summoning magic could actually be used.

"The target is the Demon Nation. There is supposedly a part of it that is better at magic than elves. If you're pushing the human senses, they'll shrink your feet."

Again, Imeraria dropped her gaze on the report.

"Well, how shall we move..."

Time is much less than she thinks.

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"Shit! That's not what the advance team said!

One of the demonic soldiers, who was desperately running back to his own formation, looked abominably at the sturdy barrier, built in the town of Rhone, visible behind him, and shouted to spit it out. With the stone-throwing magic he specializes in, he's finally scratching the walls, and instead of even drilling a hole in the entrance for entry.

Though they were the wings to withdraw early because of one, two, three, the demon soldiers led by Bassim, who made the Vichy invasion, were firmly successful in sending their companions into Vichy's country.

With them at their feet, the army of demons suddenly emerged into the country by the magic of Wepal's transfer, instantly taking control of Vichy's domestic.

There are also convenient numbers of people, basically shutting down the control heads everywhere, taking up weapons and stopping them only to make them serve edibles. Even if you run away, you just have a better chance of meeting the Demons so close to the border to Orson Grande and Holland that there's only one other place to go. In essence, Vichy, people in every city could not choose to leave town.

There was such a precedent, and the soldiers of the Demons thought that the invasion of the Orthon Grande would end easily, beyond being a human country, albeit another, and Wepar, in fact, only to that extent.

"Whew!"

Next to a demon soldier who was in bad shape, a colleague collapsed pierced by a spear.

But I can't afford to reach out to him. If the movement is dull, the next thing you know, you're the skewer.

"Ahhh!?

One more person, I heard someone scream.

"Fuck! Fuck!

Unable to withstand the fear from behind, the soldier jumped into the shadow of a nearby rock.

"Oh, you still have that distance to the formation..."

More than five hundred meters away, we can see the battlefield we built. When it comes to battle formation, it's just a simple meeting place where you put food and other luggage together and set a mark. But if we get that far, at least we shouldn't get the weapons that are being shot out of town, and we have company.

But I didn't have the courage to turn my back on my enemies until it rained like an arrow.

"We'll have to wait for the attack to loosen up..."

I don't know when that would be, but at least it was better than dying. A sip of water from the leather bag raised on his hips brings the demon soldiers neatly to the rocks.

"Damn it, what the hell was it to hear that humans can't even use magic in a busy way?

Soldiers are blurry. Knowing that no one will tell me the answer.

The demon soldiers, about two hundred at once avalanched into Vichy's country with Wepal's transfer magic. The low number was also due to the low number of demons themselves. But it could have been a woman named Wepal's talent as a commander. Or maybe it would have been different if she had an excellent proximity.

She decided to keep two thirds of her troops warm. I was thinking about seeing how things were going first, then “allocating forces”. Orson Grande side. Or concentrate on the Horrant side, and if the ratio of dispatch to remnants were reversed, the Demons might have been able to ravage as they thought.

However, based on the defense on Vichy's wilderness side, which he was not even very vigilant about, he stomped that without even an unfortunate encounter this time, it would be easier to break through borders and such.

Incidentally, the characteristics of one, two, three are strictly dictated that all troops be notified and withdrawn as soon as they meet.

The plan put in place by the demonic soldiers was simple, magically destroying or damaging border fortifications and barriers, and breaking through with the powerful.

But the demons and their colleagues, who launched a magical attack on the town of Rhone, were to see something incredible.

The magic barrier made the rocks and flames they unleashed completely defensive. Furthermore, spears flying one after the other from the crevices and circular gaps opened on the fence quickly halved the magic attack team, which, together with the soldiers who had refrained for the assault, had collapsed in total and had to be temporarily withdrawn.

"The captain..."

Softly looking around from the shadows of the rocks, the soldier found a tall demon clan falling, keeping two spears alive from his body.

"Dead? Whoever's in command, I'd like to go home for now... can I go home?

So far, we've come with Wepal's metastatic magic. The next door opens in three days. To check the status of the battle and to replace personnel. Even if you can buy it on foot or on a horse, you don't have all that food available. There is no way to transport the food from the dead.

"Would you even take a carriage in a human town...? No, I don't know the way in the wilderness first."

In a desperate mood, soldiers drink water again.

For plenty of three days, I manage to survive. The idea of attacking him as soon as possible had been blown away.

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"Hmm. No big deal."

"You're not getting well. If it weren't for the elf's magic barrier, it would have been dangerous."

Mukale cautioned against the sighing symphony as he peered across the border from the narrow (sama) and laughed at the demon soldiers fleeing.

Focalol soldiers move around busily around the perimeter, roughing up spear refills, shifting archers, and inspecting spear throwers. By the way, the Orson Grande soldier in charge of border security has nowhere to be and is ready to fight for once, solidifying in the corner.

"Well, we'll give you a break."

"So, we'll help you here instead"

Zanger and Leni report to Mukale.

"Yes. Thank you for your cooperation. Sorry for your tiredness, but if there is another attack..."

"I don't mind, just call me right away. Magic barriers are not our specialty."

Then I'll let him sleep, and Xanger laughs and goes back to the hotel where the Beasts and Elves were given as quarters. Behind it, several elves followed, who also finished the role of putting up barriers.

Leni, who remained, turned to the beasts who were waiting, and gave instructions to take turns to take a break, returned to Mukale again.

Mukale's cheeks loosen as she swayed her fluffy white hair and ran.

"We, the Beasts, can always move."

"Really, it helped to have you guys. I'll get you some food, use it."

"It helps...... nevertheless"

Above the barrier, Leni turns his gaze.

There was an appearance of Alyssa, who was royal and observing the demonic trends and giving instructions for the soldiers to shoot while flipping a crimson cloak.

Leni, staring at the figure for a while, looked back at Mukale and gave him a fuzzy smile.

"Somehow, the lord looks like Mr. One, Two, Three,"

"Huh..."

No way, Mukale looked up at the wall about four meters high.

Alyssa's appearance, standing in the wind but in balance, looked small but riddled. It goes without saying that the standing behavior resembles that of one, two, three who train soldiers. It is also possible that Alyssa is doing so intentionally.

"Oh, no way, uh... no!

Shaking his neck, Mukale shook off the overlapping image in his head.

"Ah, Master Alyssa is not a bystander like her predecessors. Plus, cuteness is like different. I was wondering if I could keep that guy with a cold eyed guy who doesn't think of him as a person..."

"Really? As cute as that sounds, I suppose? Don't you think it's cute watching you do what you want to do so hard?

Haha, and Mukale was confused as he laughed and followed Leni's back with his eyes as he returned to the gathering of the beasts.

"Cute? A (...) re (...) but?

Alyssa called out from above to Mukale, who was twisting her neck, wondering if everyone's preference was for the Beast Man.

"Mukale!

"Yes! What's wrong, sir?

"Hey! Mr. Vine, call me!

"Okay! Wait!"

It seems hard to hear due to the wind, and to Alyssa calling out loud, Mukale also answers with the utmost loudness and makes a quick trip to the hall.

"Ugh... I knew I was nothing like that guy. If that man is gone and Vine becomes a liaison, he will be next door all day as an assistant lord..."

The person intended to smile slightly, but objectively, the surroundings paved the way naturally to an evil grin that hoisted only one side of his mouth.

"Oh, we need to end this crappy war fast. I'm sure Focalol will be a better town under Master Alyssa...... no, we have to!

While including those whose motives were partly impure, Alyssa's foundation as a lord was being laid.