Summoned Slaughterer

"Wow, it's been a while. Looks like you're keeping busy, okay?

"Mr. Poose, how are you? Oh, this is from Zanger."

Pousse, who welcomed Oliga and Vine at the entrance who visited the royal castle, had a difficult conversation with Vine when he thanked Oliga.

The opponent who welcomed Origa is Imeraria.

"We are here to deliver a report from the border, as well as a letter from a person who calls himself the head of the Demon Nation"

"Is this a letter from the Demons? Your territory is an essential part of the story."

"Yeah, thanks to you, I won't have to bore you."

The knights guarding the castle looked serene, as if they had seen something smiling, when they saw two beautiful girls smiling and exchanging words with a neat face. If you don't know about the two feuds over one, two, three, on the face of it, you only look like a close aristocratic class mate.

"Me and Mr. Oliga, we have a little consultation to discuss. Mr. Poose will have some stories with Mr. Vine, so you two should take your time."

"Thank you, Your Majesty"

Dropping off Puse, who lowered his head with joy, and Vine, who thanked him for matching, Imeraria gives instructions to the knight who was nearby to bring sweets and tea to their room. The figure is much calmer and behaves naturally.

"Thank you for your consideration to my husband's servant"

"I don't mind. It's the job of the employer."

Puse's position is as a "consultant", but he is not a minister and is treated as a customer. If the elves are long-lived and given a high status as ministers, it may become a problem later in life. The Prime Ministers twisted their heads and thought that it was strange that those in positions to be consulted by the king were junior nobles and officials, and treated them with a body called "a counselor temporarily invited from the elf settlement”.

He was given an office and a living room in the castle, with a dedicated maid. Puse, who lived close to self-sufficiency, had recently finally gotten used to a suddenly changed life. I'm not used to giving instructions to samurai yet.

"There are more than one wizard in the castle, and even if magic is unavailable, there is a desire to train them to fight their opponents who use magic, and these days they have also helped them train the Knights"

"I see. That's a good thing."

A smile fell out of the faces of the two facing each other as they moved the place to the Immelaria office and told the samurai to get out of the room.

"So can I see that letter?

"Go ahead."

Imeralia was surprised when she saw the letter she was given not so long ago that the wax seal remained intact.

"Hasn't Lady One, Two, Three checked inside?

"From my husband's point of view, I'm not interested because I'm already retired."

"Really?"

Honestly nodding, Imeralia didn't mean to pepper her head. Assume that you either checked the contents in some way, or you checked using magic.

Imeraria carefully unsealed the seal with a knife and glanced firmly at the contents.

There it was written, signed by Queen Wepal, that she wanted to hold a discussion for a truce. The queen herself is prepared to go to the castle of Immelalia.

"... I see"

Judging by the writing alone is dangerous, but even if it is over with minor skirmishes of damage, it costs just to get the soldiers of the National Army in the hands of the border and feed the garrison. If I can end it, that's what I want to do as an exchanger.

Come to the area where the Demons are, if that means I almost doubt the trap, but if you're going to say you're coming, you'll be ready.

Imeraria, who was thinking about it, feels her gaze and looks up. There was an Origa staring faceless.

"Something?

"It's an application for a truce from a man named King of the Demons. Hopefully it will happen......"

"Is it a truce? Good news. If the battle prolongs too long, it can also be a burden for Alyssa. They seem to be attacking each other, so they'll fit right in."

Origa's words naturally contain the strong implication that you accept a ceasefire. It is unclear whether that is from her thoughts or whether she was included in one, two, three, but there is no reason why Immelalia should not take this.

"Right. You should take this story."

Second, the idea arose behind Imeraria's brain as to whether she could not take advantage of the current situation.

"... Mr. Origa. What are your plans for lunch tomorrow?

"I plan to spend time with my husband"

Imeraria smiles and hides her inner frustration in Origa's words, which are not taken for granted.

"If it's good, why don't you exchange one, two, three and have lunch at the castle at the same time as the meeting? I'd like to pack the official contents at that time, but I'd like you to escort the Demon Queen from the border to this point."

"... shouldn't that be done in the National Army?

"I ask you in the form of a training of knights who are now working out to Dear One, Two, Three. Besides, if the elite demon clan breaks out in the country, one, two, three can hold it down for sure."

Origa maintained a pending attitude towards Imeraria, who repeatedly wanted to consult, including one hundred and twenty-three persons, on requests and action schedules.

"I'll talk to my husband and then we'll get back to you by the end of the day"

"Okay. Say hello."

A brief greeting is exchanged and Oliga leaves the castle behind.

"Hurry up, please," Imeralia called out to the samurai, who went indoors instead and began to clean up the tea set for two.

"Tell Mr. Sabnak and the Chancellor to come here immediately."

"I'm in awe, Your Majesty"

The tea vessel was quickly put together in a basin, and the samurai left early enough.

"... Tomorrow's enemies are today's friends... No, you can't be my friend."

When involved in politics, Imeraria stroked her own stomach, fed up with the thought getting blacker and blacker. I haven't got a definitive diagnosis yet, but somehow, I feel like there's life there.

"... a friend wouldn't want to use it."

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"Yes, thank you very much."

Wepal spoke kindly to the man who visited the report.

The office for the queen, who is using the central committee's office as it is, was gradually being filled with documents. In the corner of the room, two people, Nyar and Ferres, are sorting the paperwork without saying. Wepal, whose paperwork had grown more cumbersome, ordered the two of them to be divided in order of urgency.

The man glanced slightly at Nyal with his paperwork whispering a bump, but did not mention it. If I touch it there, I might get myself involved.

"The disguise was perfect, but I didn't think they were going to see through it. Unconscious."

"You gave me a good parent book and you came back to report it, so I don't really care. I might ask you to infiltrate again, so be careful then."

"Ha, I would like to see you more perfectly accomplish your mission when you have the next opportunity"

The information the man brought home showed that 123 had left the Lordship to stay in the capital of a country called Orson Grande, and that a country called Holland and Orson Grande could be linked.

"I didn't know you were retired, and you were in the capital."

As for the reward, I told him later and let the man down, then it was unexpected, Wepal looked up to the ceiling and covered his face with both hands.

"If that's the case, I wouldn't have written about going to the capital. Give me a break. If you're bad, you could be doing something extra where there are humans and demons. It may not be about a truce."

I had no choice, and Wepal stopped fooling around about the content of the letter he had sent. Even in the capital of the country to which I belonged, I thought that I would not imitate the noise.

"If you imitate that, you will turn both demons and humans against your enemies in the castle."

I purposefully laugh out loud and dispel my anxiety.

I see Nyal and Ferres looking sorry, but I'm in the mood for knowing how to be seen by my men now.

I laughed a little and by the time I finally got my feelings settled, Bashim came in early enough. He is the man who commanded the Vichy offense as the Demon Gentleman and was deprived of one arm by one, two, three.

The one-armed man in metal armor proceeded to the front of the rambling foothold wepal, and made a noise and knelt down, Don,.

"I heard you sent a messenger to a human town!

"I just sent a letter rather than a messenger. What's wrong with that?

Wepal turned out to be a lethargic word. She didn't like Bashim, who was ruthless and stripping her of her appetite for birth. I won't even tell you to respect it, but if you think about interacting with other states as an organization that says state, you should be able to show respect for the queen just in form.

Wepal wasn't willing to raise Bashim beyond his current position.

"What the hell did they send you? It's not a good idea to surrender."

Wepal was heartbroken by Bashim's words. This is a situation where we are defeated against humans, including ourselves. Wepal sarcastically insides that while we were overlapping with excuses for lacking an attacker, etc., we might have even put ourselves under self-hypnosis that we were overwhelmingly superior.

Wherever you look at the war situation, it's not the kind of situation that recommends surrender, but for Bashim, when it comes to a letter that he sends to his enemies, I guess it's about surrender recommendations or provocation sentences.

I don't need to tell you the contents of the letter. This kind of disrespectful guy for Wepal is in the way of organizing operations, so I almost wanted to get rid of him early, but it was a matter of strength to the extent that he could be used as a number of matches to keep on the battlefield.

Besides, my contact with Orson Grande is also a disguise for these main warriors.

"If you look only at the text, it's a meeting of talks to reconcile for a truce."

"A truce!?... excuse me. But as things stand, we are not losing. Well, we have fallen one country and are still recommending Operation Two Fronts without any great damage. I would be foolish not to have to offer a truce at this stage."

I see, and here I am, convinced of the reason why one, two, three, who came to the territory of the Demons, went into the town without being immediately taken to Fegor without breaking out, and from conversation with the Demons. If you don't know the information, people look so dumb.

"Calm down."

"But..."

"A truce is convenient. Bassim, you know the limits of my new metastatic magic."

The destination is limited to “Wepal's magical landmarks” or places she has visited herself.

Considering the possibility that the demonic warriors might come with strange suggestions, Wepal was publishing his weaknesses about his magic early.

"I see! I mean, Your Majesty is prepared to crush the enemy's home once and for all by going to the heart of the enemy's land!

Wepal laughed niggardly at Bashim speaking in an exciting mood. “You rode well," he said. "If you understand, recommend training with the soldiers. Because if there's a move in the capital that hurts me, that's where the fight starts."

"Ha!

Out with a full grin, Bashim will surely turn to the soldiers and hustle and bustle with joy about the operation that came out in the current conversation. And with high morale soldiers, you should storm me with one decree.

"If one, two, three were to hold that sword, I might call you at that point."

And let's have a splendid shield and buy the queen some time to escape. Bashim's successor will choose one who will draw the will of the Queen a little more.

Second, I spoke to the two people in the room who were still fighting with the paperwork.

"Nyal, Ferres. Don't you want to try a general or something?

"Absolutely not."

He nodded again and again to Ferres, who responded instantly, as Nyal also agreed.