Summoned Slaughterer

The invasion of Focarol by the Demons was a complete trample. When Wepal begins to get a full hand on the governance and operation of Vichy territory by dispersing the personnel, even those who are just short are even more dispersed.

For the demons who lived side by side in a residential area with many demons, it was the majority of the unknown beyond unfamiliar to run large towns, but also multiple towns where different peoples lived.

"I should have prepared more before..."

Wepal held his head every day as he prepared an office in his new stronghold, where he adjudicated one document after another asking for instructions.

Vichy's new residence was in a large international town in the heart of the country, a building that was used by the exchangers formerly known as the Central Committee. Members of the committee used it all as a tool to push humans by capturing them and exposing them to corpses.

It wasn't Wepal's hobby, but he decided the quickest way to tie up a large number of humans in small numbers was to show off his power and tie them up with fear. For every city in Vichy, which had considerably shredded its troop numbers due to fortified soldiers and the first demonic invasion, the strength of the demonic tribe was a sufficient threat, so it is good to say that its aim was a success once and for all.

But there are also disadvantages.

Because it was not a peaceful transfer of sovereignty, those on the trading side died or fled in many towns. The demonic folk became easier to deal with, but only the lower end remained in town when it came to running the town, and they had to take over the city by hand.

Some demons, entrusted to the head of urban domination, behaved early and tyrannically to frighten the people more than necessary, causing riots and massive escapes to mahi urban functions.

"Let's not go to war."

"Your Majesty, it's additional paperwork."

It was Nyar, who, with his partner Ferres, became the king's aide, who put down the paperwork saying, "Shall I hold it in Wepal's sight?" Though born, the area around Queen Wepal today is too busy to be considered a delightful status.

"Excuse me."

"Ah, Ferres."

"Oh, you're not. Too distracted in front of His Majesty... Your Majesty, I have a report of the war."

"Read it. I don't want to see the letters."

Wepal, who was tired of looking at the documents added in front of him, asked Ferres to read them out.

"Eh..." Minor damage. The path to achieving the goal is far away, and the enemy's defenses are strong ”above."

"Not with yesterday"

"It started yesterday with no damage."

Wepal remembered a headache on Ferres, who corrected him with a straight face. In other words, unlike Vichy, against Holland and Orson Grande, they are just attacking or even damaging.

The group moved to Vichy and first targeted a place called the border town of Rhone, but after doing so and the sturdy walls were built, they were attacked by an elf and thought of as a magic barrier, and even shot a spear out of a mysterious little hole that was made in the walls, causing considerable damage.

Since then, we have been cautiously attacking, but the more time passes, the stronger the walls have become and the more aggressive the attacks have become. Totally trampled.

"I can't afford to send reinforcements right now..."

Even the field commander knows there's no room for soldiers. I have been entrusted with one side of the army, and there is no written request for reinforcements.

Those circumstances go hand in hand, and there seems to be too little change and no more to write in the report.

"What do you want to do?

"... I don't know why I want to cease."

Now, among demons, those with offensive opinions dominate. I was wondering if Vichy's offense would fit in somewhat Wepal, but the move to war still doesn't seem to fit in, beginning with Bassim, who is mad after being stripped of one arm.

As a Wepal, I wanted to converge the battle and aim for the stability of the newly acquired territory: Swordlante and Vichy. If it takes time, but it doesn't lay the foundations and nurture human resources, we can't win the war. Even if we can win, we can't govern.

"Unlike that big fool, who only thinks about destruction and war, I have to think about the future. Besides, I don't want to be left in history as the foolish queen of the Demons."

"But wouldn't it just decrease the number of us if we stayed this way?

"Don't you have some amazing magic or something? Like defeating an enemy fence."

Following Ferres' sober penetration, Nyal says a mess.

I'll reconsider the measures I've been considering since the other day, while keeping my consciousness from moving away from reality somewhere.

"I'm trying to figure out a way... but if I fail, I'll definitely be killed from my side."

To disturbing words, both Nyal and Ferres watched Wepal in silence.

"... you were good at turning into humans, weren't you? I think he came back from a human town a while ago, but can you get him?

Not so much, and to one demon tribe who came to the office, Wepal hurriedly gave him the letter he had written up.

"Enter Rhone under the guise of a refugee and secretly deliver this document. I was hired by the Demons to bring it to you, call it a merchant."

"I understand your orders."

I received the letter respectfully and the man who said he was leaving just now left the office behind.

"... all we have to do is hope that the human exchangers aren't all like one, two, three"

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Two months have passed since one, two, and three, stayed in the king's capital and began to train the knights. Sometimes all of the cavaliers were selected for their particularly talented personnel, whose bodies were well established, and as one, two, three, they thought instruction was progressing at a not bad pace first.

I don't live in the royal castle, I buy a used mansion about fifteen minutes walk away, and put in a few servants to live with Origa.

Early in the morning do your own flexibility and silence and run lightly to the royal castle. I spent all morning coaching and from this afternoon I had a serene life of training with Origa or hunting demons appropriately and selling them to the Alliance.

"Your body seems to be moving, but as someone who knew before, you kind of feel like a retired soldier."

And I was told by Imeralia, who met me face-to-face in the castle, that I was actually conceding the housekeeper and hiding away, so as for one, two, three, I did not intend to do any more work or hang out with him, and I did not intend to take more care of him.

Oliga was also more than happy with her life of freeing herself from busy territorial operations, doing chores for one, two, three, training together, and going hunting, so much so that she smiled all the way through, even as she climbed the castle from time to time and faced Imeralia.

We are at war at the border, but one, two, three, don't even try to get involved in it. "I'm not a kid anymore, let Alyssa do it."

People around one, two, three, including Imeraria, such as Sabnak and the Knight of Surveillance, were wary of when they would jump out into battle with the Demons.

"Your husband. Reporting."

"Oh, Vine."

By the time I finished lunch, Vine, a single-eared rabbit, had rushed over to one, two, three places where he was oiling his knife in a living room in the sun. Every few days, visiting one hundred and twenty-three in the Hall of the King's Capital, he had brought a report from Focarol. He repeated his actions of staying for a few days and returning to Focarol.

They're taking a few soldiers to escort them and even taking a trolley back and forth. I used to spill soldiers of the escort saying that I would stay in the one, two, three halls, but I was barely returning so much that I never spent a night in Focarol.

With his knife back and his eyes through the documents he was given, one, two, three put his mouth on the tea with a look like he was thinking of something.

The report described the movements of the demons, economic movements in the Earl of Farno territory, the main incidents, etc., which were tied together several pieces for each date, for the few days Vine was away.

"A large number of soldiers in a short period of time,"

With information from the influx of refugees, there is no doubt that a country called Vichy is no longer entirely taken over by the Demons, Kym had recorded. In addition, they said they had been contacted by demons.

The letter, which had been thrown into the envelope with the documents, was said to have been delivered to the Orthon Grande and Holland kingdoms. It was written in the letters of Alyssa, leaving it to one, two, three to send to the royal castle or not.

"Don't throw your judgment round."

Remove it from the envelope and look watermarked towards the window where the sun enters.

He said the seal was delivered by a Vichy refugee merchant who said it was "given to him by the Demons". The merchants themselves were suspicious, but because Alyssa, who did not think of a good reason, tried to capture them solely for "somehow" reasons, the soldiers had sometimes been confused and delayed in starting, and the merchants in the matter had apparently escaped.

"Oh man..."

Still, it's going to take some time for Alyssa to be able to behave well as a lord.

"Wepal, too, seems to be suddenly confused by the spread of the field"

The seal and the report from Focarol are also summarised and returned to Vine.

"Bring this to Imeraria with Origa. Then you can talk to Pusse."

"Yes, thank you"

He will be making dinner arrangements, one, two, three tells him, and Vine runs to the kitchen with the paperwork in his chest.

Vine's hindsight, running shaking her long ears with a pimple and only one, is much firmer in her body than before when she was a slave. He also became accustomed to the town of man while he continued to travel back and forth between Focalor and the King's capital.

At the same time, the town between the king's capital and Focarol and the soldiers on guard have gradually become accustomed to the beasts and elves. You might say that eating, emotions, etc. are no different from ourselves, which has permeated us.

Nowadays, the elf poose appears frequently in official places with Imeraria. When the first announcement of Puse's appointment as an advisor was made, there seemed to be quite a few voices of concern in the square in front of the Royal Castle.

"... Nevertheless, Reaper"

"Are you calling?

"You did something to Wepal, didn't you?

One, two, three quietly spoke to the reaper who appeared behind him, not shifting his gaze from the low table in front of him.

"Well, what is it about"

Herahella and a sticky laugh, Reaper shrugged his shoulder knowing he wasn't seeing.

"Well, fine. By the way, I wanted to ask you something."

"If it's something I can answer in a moment"

Likewise, he drips his neck with a hint of his right hand like a nobleman.

"There are people like me who can move things through the same magic of darkness and creatures."

"Because magic greatly influences the perception and knowledge of those who use it. Even if the attributes are the same, effects can vary from person to person."

"I see. concepts, or"

It involves a great deal to say whether or not the image can be made clear that this is what happens if you use the power of darkness, Reaper explained as a supplement. It seems likely that one, two, three can't put creatures in holes that have been drilled because one, two, three think it's normal for them to be, or because they've read about it in such creations before.

If so, when it comes to dark magic, Wepal is probably more imaginative.

Look at your left hand wrapped in leather gloves. I am not going to rely heavily on magic in the battlefield, but without this magic, this hand would have been lost. I don't actually have it anymore, but it helps to use it in a pseudo way.

Remove the gloves.

"Ooh, looks like the dark magic is condensed. Besides, it maintains great stability. You have achieved much more definite materialization than a pseudo-creature made of dark magic."

I'm impressed, and Reaper lines up an empty compliment.

Listening to that, one, two, three stood up softly.

"A magical creature? Are you different?"

"I am the magic of darkness...... you can say divine power. Originally human, but I quit being a creature tens of thousands of years ago, so if I were to talk about my existence in the end, it would be the power of darkness itself."

With death, and those who believe in the surreal beings that bring it about, Reaper has gained the power of its existence. The unreasonable, cursing death of the night is mass-produced to gain stronger power.

"Thanks for the polite explanation. I understand."

Before Reapers, when one, two, three thanked each other with a left-hand view, Reapers grinned, too.

"That was it.... Huh?

"You're an ex-human, and you couldn't seem to get away from that basic structure. The shape of the skull is the same as a normal human being."

One, two, three black left hands grabbed the face of Reaper. I couldn't avoid that speed and my thumb and pharmacopoeia held my temples tight.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

"Tools that have finished their role can only be terminated. And jokers like you are annoying when someone uses them."

"At the end of the day, that's..."

"Can you do that? Because magic is a concept."

Bu, and one, two, three fingers devour into the head of Reaper. It wasn't buried with force. It absorbs the Reaper's body from where his black fingers are touching it.

For the first time, Reaper broke his expression and panicked at the feeling of his body diminishing.

"Such an idiot!

"I would have declared myself. You are the magic of darkness itself. Magic can absorb it just like magic."

I assured you. Believe it will supplement your own image.

"Please don't... I've empowered you and helped you with everything else..."

Ignore it, one, two, three put his palms against the forehead of the reaper, and half his head is already absorbed.

His eyeballs are gone, too, but Reaper still has his mouth open.

"If I disappear, you don't know where your soul is going, either, do you? Instead of hell, you could end up wandering the infinite darkness! If there was a guide named me..."

"May Fly"

Press your hands all the way around your hips at once and scrape your body at once.

"I don't care what happens after I die. I'm only interested in how much I kill and how I get killed while I'm alive. Besides, I'm tired of being used by you all the time."

The two hands and legs of the remaining reaper began to move to add an attack, but with the left hand of one, two, three that moved to slap him with a flat hand, it was lightly erased.

Remember, don't leave any shards.

"... Hmm. I do feel like I could replenish my magic. Was it useful at the end of the day? Good for you."

Return to the couch and ring the bell.

I asked the samurai, who rushed to the living room, for a new cup of tea.