Summoned Slaughterer

stare at each other. The word is not suitable for the present situation where we are smiling at each other. One, two, three acknowledge the strength of Origa, and there is no negative emotion whatsoever for being wounded in his left arm earlier. On the contrary, I was happy.

"Big deal."

Glimpse of the bloody wrist, one, two, three laughs. All the blades of the wind were prevented, but the bleeding from the first wound was increasing.

"... magic pills, are they not used?

"There are only two more bottles. Besides, I can't keep you that long."

"Ah... this is an honor"

I thought Origa was somewhat of an exaggerated expression, but as for one, two, three, it was a serious assessment.

You can manipulate an invisible blade, restrain the opponent while moving quickly with a small body, and yet use an iron fan even in close proximity to do both slashing and striking.

I teach very little assembly and throwing moves, but I don't necessarily mean I can't. At least, one, two, three thinks it's more troublesome to deal with one Origa than to deal with hundreds of demonic soldiers.

"I work out well. This... sounds like fun."

"Yeah, taste plenty!

Before Origa's voice was over, one, two, three waved her left hand behind her back. A black hand, swinging without force, turns around heavily to dispel the wind magic that has flown in.

At the same time, Oliga, who was faster than walking directly from the front and packed the distance at a slower rate than running, swung the iron fan toward the knee of one, two, three without even showing upset that the ambush had failed.

One, two, and three, who gently pulled his leg and avoided, fall on the iron fan with its leg.

But Oliga forced out a kick and missed one, two, three legs.

One, two, and three, which took the form of stepping on the ground, protruded into a state, whilst at the same time clawing up a knife hanging from his right hand.

Blade slips over open iron fan for defense, spark flies.

We tried to push each other's weapons in, and we distance ourselves.

One, two, three exhaled long from his thinly open mouth.

Oliga lifts her shoulders up and down just a little bit, takes a deep breath twice and calms her heart.

Now, move out of one, two, three.

The knife remains lowered and, like the earlier Origa, pushes straight ahead. But the momentum is out of step.

To the pressure of overwhelming forces pushing over even the storm, Oliga almost accidentally had her legs out toward the back.

But it's unacceptable to turn to escape here. What if they show pity and show their love... what if they refuse to sleep together because of it?

Oliga came forward, scratching off the forecast map of the future from the back of her brain, which was horrible enough. Plus, press your own back with wind magic.

They both clash without speaking up.

It is again the knife and the iron fan that meet.

Sharpened iron fan fragments fly, all flowing toward one, two, three for some reason. One shard ripped one, two, three cheeks.

"Wind magic, huh? It's clever."

"This is a gift I have received from Professor One Twenty-Three."

"It's a pleasure to say."

One hand presses the knife against the other, one, two, three, whereas Origa magically exercises restraint while supporting the iron fan with both hands.

Oliga, who is winning as a hassle, tried to distract one, two, three by magic again, but one, two, three moved first.

"What?

As his gaze accidentally fell out of his knees like force, realizing that he had received a foot payment, Origa bit his teeth as he quickly rounded his body away from the range the knife reached. Focusing on distracting the other person, his own foot was neglected.

As it is, it can't be over.

I tread relentlessly and fly magically made water toward one, two, three, where I come in a poke, and in the meantime I take a further distance.

Oliga remembered his intermission as natural as he trained with one, two, three for a long time. If we take more than four steps to confront each other, we can deal with Origa's magic before the attack arrives.

Reassemble firmly and open the iron fan.

He exhaled so hot that he was about to burn his mouth, and looked firmly at one, two, three.

The husband standing in front of him looked at his wife, lowering the knife in his right hand, bleeding from his left hand and still in a relaxed manner. I don't see tiredness or confusion in that look. I'm just looking straight at them. No, I know Origa I learned from one, two, three. One, two, three look and feel not only the opponent, but also the surrounding succession and air flow at the same time.

Then Origa began to manipulate the wind. Flush magic into a magic wand replacement knife anchored to your arm and turn it into a phenomenon.

"... yeah?

Apparently, one, two, three noticed sensitively that the ambient air had changed.

Standing just a little lower back so I can move without alarm.

One, two, three are watching Origa. Because I haven't been able to read the movement from her movements. Oliga wanted to enjoy the intertwined situation for longer, but she had to hurry.

"We've talked about a lot of things"

"Right. Well, of course it is, but most importantly, you asked for me. And I asked you to be strong."

"Training, work, night time. We also had a lot to talk about while we were away. In the midst of such a hard time replacing anything, one, two, three failed."

And Oliga inhales heavily.

He opened his mouth and shook his throat wide forward.

Moment after moment, one, two, three noticed the identity of the attack, threw away the knife and blocked his ear. But there is no force in my left hand, and my left ear cannot be completely blocked.

One, two, three ears, amplified by wind magic, a voice that changed to shock rather than sound strikes one, two, three. Though somewhat oriented, the surrounding demons and knights had fainted and even Oliga, a party, had a torn eardrum and bled from both ears.

But that's not the only attack.

"... cum!

He bleeds from his left ear and heads to one, two, three, where he stands firmly, although he is showing some flutter, and Origa rushes out.

I picked up the knife and saw him shake it up.

Still, Origa doesn't stop. Set up an iron fan, don't slow down, no, make the step even stronger.

I can't even hear a sound, in a battlefield ruled by silence, an iron fan grabbed on my right hand runs.

Aim left hand.

One, two, three are not complete. Likely to be slashed, but it should be slower than usual.

Don't be cowardly, tell yourself, wave the iron fan sideways to the left wrist of one, two, three, with as much speed as you can.

Two, I saw Vine at the edge of Origa's vision.

He was struck by a shock wave around bleeding from his long raven ear. Still, he runs in tears, diligently, in somewhat unbridled footsteps.

"Stop!

And it sounds like you're screaming, but it doesn't sound like Origa. Probably doesn't even sound like one, two, three.

Vine stays put, leaps and tries to stick to one, two, three.

At the same time, Origa's iron fan amputated the left wrist of one, two, three.

And one, two, three knives thrust through Origa's shoulder to his back.

"Whoa."

As it is, one, two, three fall in the form of being caught up in two women who have come to the momentum and cling.

Around, it was only a few seconds before a thick magic barrier occurred.

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"... why didn't you kill him?

Origa asks, sticking around in the form of an ear to one, two, three chest plates.

But I don't get the answer back. On the contrary, I can't even hear myself.

When the bittersweet Origa woke up her body, one, two, three pulled out the knife at the same time. Painful, rather than hot, makes you tremble to the core of your body.

As Origa blushed and sat up to push her chest, she woke her body up in the same way, one, two, three. Sticking around that waist, Vine turned her eyes and lost her mind.

It didn't sound like Oliga, but when one, two, three whined about something and wondered if he had taken out two bottles of magic medicine, he opened them and stuck them in Vine's mouth.

When one, two, three, pulled out the bottle about halfway down, Vine rolled over, sprinkling liquid from his nose and mouth, clashing against the barrier.

In the meantime, one, two, three drinks up the leftover magic pills. The wounds on his face and arms seemed blocked, but he didn't play ahead from his left wrist. But one, two, three doesn't even show the bare hands that cared about it.

And I gave the remaining bottle to Origa.

"Wow, but..."

Oliga talks about things that she can't speak well because she's deaf, but apparently the defeated self doesn't deserve to be with one, two, three, while distorting her face to physical and mental pain.

"Totally. He's a weird, laborious guy."

One, two, and three, with their left arms inserted into Origa's armpit, pulled up at the mercy of their forces and, as they approached their faces in such a way as to embrace them, skipped the lid of the magic drug with one hand and included the contents in their mouths.

"What..."

To his sudden mouth, Oliga let her body stretch only for a moment, but she immediately accepted.

When the shoulder and back wounds also blocked and the sound was heard, Oliga nearly let go of her mouth whether she felt ashamed of the water noise she could hear between them. but stay put and stick to one, two, three.

"Your husband, are you okay!?

Apparently, when Vine clings to one, two, three, she finally ends her mouth.

And one, two, three fists fall on Vine's head.

"Ah Ouch!?

"Get in the way of the corner fight... oh, here we go"

"Ahhh! What is this!?

One, two, three answers Vine, who has hugged me again, with a sigh.

"Seal it. Damn you, Imeralia, you got a good aim."

Words are on the back, and one, two, three are laughing.

All three, petrification is slowly starting at their feet.

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Standing so that Origa and Vine lean in across one, two, three.

It had already turned into a white, shining stone around its knees.

"So, are you okay..."

One, two, three laughs off Vine, who is anxiously frightened, and Origa puts her dissatisfaction on her face.

"Vine, have you noticed how scared you are now? Oliga, are you going to solidify with that face?

Where the two women were talking to each other, Imeraria and Alyssa, accompanied by Subnak, came.

"Is that enough?

"Yeah. The magic is already activated. No one can stop you.... even if you kill me"

One, two, three, stood before the eyes of him, and reached out his right hand to Immelalia, who smiled to provoke.

One, two, three hands gently ride on the head of Imeralia, who is stretching her body.

"Well, well done to you"

"... Huh?

"I didn't have the talent. Involving the Demons was a good choice. You guys shouldn't have been able to afford this much time."

"Why..."

When Imeralia was surprised by the sudden evaluation, Alyssa came up from the side.

"One, two, three! I knew I wanted to talk to you again!

"We don't have much time. What?"

"I will defend my territory! One, two, three, when you get back, I'll make sure you can go back to that hall again!

"Oh, I got it"

"Then, then..."

"Why not!

From behind Alyssa looking for the next word, Imeraria raised a voice similar to that of a scream.

"Why, it's this time of year. Oh, no..."

"I felt like the seeds that this world had sown to my liking sprouted. You were the one at the center of it. That's the thing. You did a good job. We gathered information, prepared ourselves downstairs, set all the pawns we needed, and moved on to action with the prospect of winning. Nobody in this world did it, didn't do it."

A tough assessment would still be a falling point, says one, two, three.

Already, the area around the waist seems to be petrified. One, two, three frowned at the discomfort of not being able to move properly.

"You were willing to take revenge on me. That made you grow up. And from now on, you and Alyssa have learned what it takes for humans to survive in this world where humans, beasts, elves and demons can get in."

While one, two, three speak, Imeraria is leaning down and letting her fist wave.

"Soon I will be resurrected. I don't know how many decades, hundreds of years ahead of me, and I don't know what kind of world I'm in then. But if you wish, I just hope you haven't become a bunch of guys who don't know how to fight.... it's not worth killing."

"Who are you?!

Imeralia's flat hand stretches out one, two, three cheeks.

One, two, three, received spoiled without avoiding it. Though not a great deal of pain, such as her impotent attacks.

"That's right. That's all right. Remember, one day the hater will be resurrected. And tell the kid, don't fail to prepare for the fight...... hmm?

Imeraria, who was trembling again, to the words of one, two, three. But that face, which looked up one, two, three, was laughing.

"The biggest downside of one, two, three is that we don't understand how women feel."

With that said, Imeralia turned her arms around the neck of one, two, three, and turned to her face.

"There can't be a woman who goes this far just because she hates you."

Before one, two, three objections are raised, the mouthpiece is forcefully exchanged.

"Mmmm... haha..."

"You."

"Me too!

The moment Immelalia leaps away, Alyssa jumps too, overlapping her lips abusively. Instead of saying kiss, with the kind of innocence your pet is licking the owner's face.

"Oh, come on, come on!

"Uggs!

One, two, three, pulling Alyssa off with a head poke, see Imeraria again.

"Anyway, you can do whatever you want to tell future generations about us. Alyssa, you're the lord, so do whatever you want."

"Yeah, I'll leave you with plenty of bad words."

"I will develop my territory properly!

Yes, to one, two, three, who aptly replies, the two of them have leaked their dissatisfaction, but one, two, three have not heard any more.

Because Oliga, right next to me, asked me to turn my hand around my hips, and Vine did the same thing. As I held them both in my hands, Oliga turned to me.

"Dear One, Two, Three...... No, you. Why didn't you kill me? At that time, if they'd poked me a little more to the left, I'd be dead. … I don't think you would make such a mistake"

One, two, three shook their heads at Origa, who had looked up with serious eyes.

"I don't kill indistinguishable children. I felt signs of a child in your belly, too. That's what I mean."

"Oh, what is that true? Congratulations, ma'am!

Instead of Origa, who is blushing and solidifying with a look up one, two, three, Vine is one, uplifting.

"Origa, are you going to be stoned with your face like that? Laugh. That suits my wife best."

"... Yes. You."

Slowly, the petrification proceeded from the neck to the jaw, the two smiling and staring at each other, and the one hugging with a full smile, completely turned into a statue of stone.

Their time has already stopped, if as the literature decrypted by Imeraria suggests. Without thinking about it, the next time consciousness returns will be when someone unseals it.

"Uhhhh..."

Immelalia fell down and wept at the feet of one, two, and three, bewildered.

Sabnak didn't even stop it, he just waited. No, he's in tears, too. I don't know if it's sadness, but at least it's goodbye to the person we were with. I didn't hesitate, I should have exchanged words, and now I regretted it.

And Alyssa is also crying out loud as she stands up.

The squares never stopped crying until the sun went down that day.

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The brawl in front of the royal castle, also known as an unprecedented calamity and the battle of the nasal cry, left many demonic tribes dead and also dead on the human side. The sentence, both the soldier and the knight that remained until the end, came together to pass out and end.

However, this is only a fact stated in the record of sleeping in the Royal Castle's forbidden library, and the information that was told to the people is different.

“Brilliantly restraining the death battle against the brave, devil tribe of the fine sword, but sealing it with his wife and squire by the curse."

A new pedestal was set in the center of the square, where the statues of one, two, three were rested. The stone slab embedded in the pedestal is described only as "Portrait of the Brave" and does not contain any details. Everything was left to spin by popular rumors.

However, in the part where the tablet was removed, there is a sentence carved by Imeraria.

"Killer Called by Immelalia Don't (Na) Cause Sleeping Disaster Here"