37.Candy 【軍務長官の部下】
教会跡に入ると、広いホールの奥、元は祭壇があったであろう場所に木製の巨大な椅子に座る中年男が見えた。
先を進むビフロンが小走りに進み、中年男に耳打ちをする。
話を聞いた男は一二三を無遠慮に見て、ゴロゴロと響くような低い声で話す。
「ウチの連中が世話になったようだが、何者だ」
「ここの新しい領主だ。お前がトルケマダだな?」
「そうだ。で、領主様はわざわざこんな掃き溜めに何の用だ」
血走った目で睨みつけてくるトルケマダ。多くの相手をそれで威圧してきたのだろうが、一二三は相手の視線は把握しても、目つきなど気にしない。
「ここで死ぬか、俺の命令に従うかを聞きに来た」
「ハッ」
鼻で笑って、トルケマダは傍らに置いた木製の水筒に口をつけた。アルコールの臭いがする。
「スラムのまとめ役だと聞いた。ここの住人を集めて従うかどうか選ばせろ」
「ハッハッハ、そう焦るな若造。で、従わなかったらどうする? 兵でもけしかけて殺すのか。以前も同じような要求をしてきた貴族様がいたけどな。死体になってお帰りいただいたぜ」
おどけた話し方をすると、周囲にいる手下らしい男たちからも笑いが起きた。
一二三は反応しない。というより、トルケマダの話をほとんど聞いていない。
「そういう話はどうでもいい。さっさとやれ。あと、お前臭いぞ。体くらい洗えよ」
一二三がしかめ面をして、左手でヒラヒラとトルケマダを煽ぐ真似をすると、ヘラヘラと笑っていたトルケマダも、険しい顔つきに変わった。
「そうそう、そうやって真剣に聞けよ。死ぬか生きるかの瀬戸際だぞ」
「調子に乗るな。若造がスラムで粋がって無事に帰れると思うなよ」
さらに低い声で凄むが、一二三の反応はため息だった。
「話にならんな」
じゃらりと音を立てて取り出されたのはローヌでの戦闘で使用した鉄製契り木だが、鎖の収納機能が壊れており、柄の長いフレイルと化している。自分で直せなかったので、取り敢えずそのまま使うことにした。
「お、やるか?」
それが武器だと判断できたらしく、トルケマダはニヤニヤ笑って横に立つビフロンを向いて、相手してやれと言おうとした矢先。
鈍い音がして契り木の分銅がこめかみにめり込んだ。
頭蓋の薄い部分にまっすぐ打ち込まれたそれは、明らかに脳まで届いている。
「やるかどうか聞く前に動け。馬鹿が」
手早く鎖を引き寄せて振り回す一二三の前で、白目を向いたトルケマダは椅子から崩れ落ちた。
手下たちは一瞬何が起きたか把握できなかったが、死体が床に落ちた音で我に返った。
「野郎! 殺す!」
「待て!」
手下たちが剣に手をかけようとしたところで、ビフロンが慌てて周りの男たちを制した。
「なんで止めるんだ!」
「ビフロンさん、トルケマダさんが殺られたんだ! 生かして帰せねぇだろ!」
「俺たちじゃ、束になっても勝てねぇ。それがわからなかったからトルケマダさんは死んだんだ......領主さま、名前を聞いてもいいか?」
口々に不満を漏らす手下たちをなんとか鎮めたビフロンは、剣から手を離して見せた。
「一二三だ。まとめ役は死んだぞ。ビフロン、お前が代わりをやるのか」
「まとめ役と言っても、ここにいる連中を束ねてただけだ。スラムの人数なんて把握できないし、どこに誰がいるかもわからん」
「あ~、やっぱりそうか。面倒くさいなぁ」
頭を掻きながら鎖をじゃらじゃら揺らす一二三に、ビフロンは刺激しないようにとそっと質問を投げかけた。
「俺は死ぬよりはアンタに従う方を選ぶ。従わなかったら、また兵士たちが来るのか?」
トルケマダは余裕ぶって話していたが、以前のハーゲンティ子爵時代のスラム出兵の時、損害が多いために最終的に武力による制圧は撤回されたが、スラム側も相当な人数が死んでいる。トルケマダはうまく逃げ回って事が落ち着いて当時の有力者が残らず死んだのを確認してから顔役ぶって押し出してきたに過ぎない。ビフロンも、適当なグループに所属しておけば楽だというだけで、トルケマダの所にいた。
今、あの時のように兵を派遣されれば、スラムの人間はほとんどが処分されるだろう。
「なんで兵を送り込む話になるんだ?」
「いや、貴族とか領主ってのはそういうもんだと......」
ガン、と契り木で床を突いた音に、ビフロンは驚きに一歩後ずさった。
「俺の邪魔をするなら俺に殺す権利がある。それをわざわざ他人に譲る訳が無いだろうが」
何を言っているんだという空気が教会跡の全員に充満した。
誰にも、それこそオリガにすら理解はされなかったが、ローヌの大通りに一二三が一人で立っていたのも同じ理由だったりする。脇道に入った奴だけ殺していいという妙な命令も出ていた。
「部下を使って人を殺す奴の気が知れん」
フンッと鼻をならして憤る一二三に、誰もついていけない。
「話が逸れたな。面倒くさくなったから、あとはお前に任せる。明日の朝、俺に従うならゴミの通りを抜けた外に出ておけ。街中に残っている奴は殺す。それがわかりやすいだろう」
「そ、その話を信じるかどうかは......」
「関係ない。危機を嗅ぎ取ることができないならそれまでだ」
また明日、と学生のような軽い挨拶をして出ていった一二三を見送り、ビフロンはどっかりと床に座り込んだ。
「び、ビフロンさん......」
「お前たちも死にたくなかったら従った方がいい。ここはスラムだ。無理強いはしねぇがな」
その視線がトルケマダを向いたのを見て、他の男たちも次々とビフロンに従うと言い出した。自分たちより強いビフロンが従うなら、という単純な論理のようだ。
「あ、他の連中に秘密にしたら、他のグループの連中は楽に始末できるんじゃねぇか?」
そんな事を言い出す者に数人が賛同したが、ビフロンはやめた方がいいと言う。
「俺たちに言い渡された言葉が他の連中に伝わって無いと知られたとき、あの領主さまはどうすると思う?」
立ち上がって、ビフロンは全員を見回した。
「聞いただろう? あいつの邪魔をした奴は殺されるんだ」
他の連中に伝えに行く、と教会跡を出て行くビフロンに、他の者たちもついていった。
文官奴隷という言葉は一二三の造語であり、フォカロル以外では通用しない。
当人たちは奴隷という立場と文官という地位の整合性に最初は首をかしげるばかりだったが、実務が始まると“あ、これは言葉そのままの意味だ”と理解した。
行政サービスが行き届いてこそ税金という名の
戸籍を集計した結果、スラムを除いても5万近い人数がいるとわかったフォカロルで、数十人の職員がいるとはいえ、5人で政務を取り仕切るのは過重労働である事は間違いない。
アリッサ付きとなり、領軍に関する事務に携わる事となったミュカレは、その中でも自分は楽をしている方だと思っていた。
実際、武装に関しては損耗が少ないせいもあって管理も楽であり、一二三がいつの間にかドワーフに作らせている道具や武装について使い方を覚える方が大変なくらいだ。
王都で文官をしていた彼女にとって、平民の女を馬鹿にしている貴族どもや、偉ぶった上司が居ない新しい職場は過ごしやすい環境ですらあった。
「あ、あの......ミュカレさん、これわかんないんだけど......」
毛の長い絨毯敷きの執務室、重厚なデスクにしがみつくようにして書類に目を通していたアリッサが、とたとたと近寄ってきて、秘書用のデスクにいるミュカレに恐る恐る書類を差し出してきた。
「アリッサ様。部下の私が立ちますからと言いましたよね? 上に立つものは下に任せてどっしりと構えているものです」
「あ、あの......ごめんなさい......」
書類を受け取りながらの説教に、アリッサはあからさまに落ち込んだ。小さい身体がさらに小さく見える。
「それに、この書類はここで人数の計算を間違っているから最終的に合わなくなるのです。募兵しても200人いないのですから、これくらいは把握してください」
「あぅ......」
すっかり気落ちしてしまったアリッサを見て、ミュカレの背筋にぞわりと来るものがあった。ニヤつきそうになる顔を根性で引き締めて、アリッサの方に手を置いて優しい声に切り替える。
「アリッサ様、厳しい事を言ってしまって申し訳ありません。ですが、こういう雑事は私にお任せくだされば良いのですよ」
「でも、それだとミュカレさんが大変だと思うし......」
なんて可愛らしい子かしらと、十歳も離れていないアリッサに鼻血をこらえるのが精一杯のミュカレは、かろうじて表情に出さないまま、冷静を装って礼を言う。
「こんな奴隷の私にまでお気遣いいただいて、ありがとうございます。私はアリッサ様の補佐として任命されました。これが私の使命なのですから、どうぞ遠慮なく私に頼ってください」
「そうかな......よく判らないけど、ありがとうミュカレさん!」
朗らかに笑うアリッサを抱きしめないように鋼の精神でこらえていると、一二三がノックも無しに部屋に入ってきた。もちろん、湯を浴びて、ゴミ臭い道着は着替えている。
「あっ、一二三さん!」
「......気色の悪い空気を出すなよ」
「あら、部下と上司が仲良くするのは仕事を円滑にする重要な要素だと言いますけれど」
一二三はミュカレと話をするのが苦手だった。奴隷なのに遠慮なく物を言うのは全く気にならないが、何か言いようのない相性の悪さを感じていた。
(こういう奴だと見抜けなかった俺が悪いとは思うんだが......)
「明日スラムを掃除するから、後処理の準備に人数を割り振ってくれ」
一二三の言葉に、敏感に反応したのはミュカレの方だ。
「......また何かやらかすのですか?」
これで人手不足は解消だな、と満足気な一二三に、ミュカレは頭を抱える。
「スラムの連中が使い物になるでしょうか」
「それはお前たちの教育次第だ。アリッサ軍務長官、頼んだぞ」
「あ、はい! 了解です!」
アリッサの頭をポンポンと叩いてから、一二三はさっさと出ていった。
「また面倒事を......」
おままごとのような配置だが、何故か領軍の兵たちはアリッサの言う事をよく聞くので、この領では兵に関する揉め事は少ない。小さい身体でちょこちょこと動き回るアリッサは、威厳は皆無だが大人数の状況を把握することと、素早く指示を出すことには妙に長けていた。
一二三の慧眼と言っていいかも知れないが、何か悔しいので絶対に認めないミュカレだった。
「では、領主様の無茶に応える準備をしましょう」
「ミュカレさん、そういう風に一二三さんを悪く言っちゃダメだよ?」
「......申し訳ありません。本音が漏れました」
何でこんな良い子があんな血塗れ男に懐くのか、嫉妬が煮えたぎるミュカレだった。
ホーラントからの文書がイメラリアに届いたのは、ようやくヴィシー方面への軍の編成内容が決まった頃だった。
ホーラントに近い街から、まる五日かけて届けられた書面を見て、イメラリアは頭痛を感じて眉間を押さえた。
気遣う言葉に、イメラリアは顔を上げてパジョーを見た。
「......パジョー、ホーラントはローヌでの住民虐殺は我が国の責任だと書いて来ているわ。わたくしが貴女から報告を受けた内容では、ホーラントの魔道具と思しき物が原因だと聞いたのだけれど」
「誓って、ご報告させていただきました内容に嘘偽りはございません。......ホーラントは、ヴィシーに協力するということでしょうか」
「その通りです。ヴィシーが我が国へ“報復”する事の正当性を確かめるような文面ですから、侵攻まではして来ないとは思うのだけれど......念のため、ホーラント側の街道にも兵を集めておくべきかしら」
血の気の多い人が多くて困ると、ある人物を筆頭に思い浮かべながらイメラリアが悩むのに、パジョーがすっと近づいた。
「その件ですが、第二騎士隊のスティフェルス隊長の名義で、ホーラント方面への出兵の動きがあります」
「何を勝手な......」
「それが、どうやらアイペロス王子の承認を得ていると吹聴しているようです」
「おそらくは、王子派閥が王女様に近しいと思われている一二三さんに対抗しての事かと思われますが......」
「わたくしは、弟と覇権を争うつもりはありません」
「も、申し訳ありません。口が過ぎました」
ピシャリと注意され、パジョーは慌てて口を
「......考える事が、すっかり殺伐とした内容ばかりになってしまいましたわ。ほんの少し前までは、もっと穏やかに民の生活を見ていられましたのに」
今ではヴィシーに早く動き出して欲しいとさえ思っている自分に、イメラリアは細い指でそっと目を覆った。
Chapter 37: Candy
Entering the ruins of the church, inside a spacious hall, where the altar originally stood, there was a middle-aged man sitting in a huge wooden chair, surrounded by several standing men. Probably his subordinates.
Bifron jogged forward, whispering something in the ear of the middle-aged man.
Having listened to what Bifron was saying, the man rudely looked at Hifumi, and started talking in a deep, resounding voice.
"It seems some of our guys are indebted to you, but who are you?" (Torkemada)
"The new Lord. Are you Torkemada?" (Hifumi)
"Correct. So, what business does the Lord have, coming all the way to our garbage heap?" (Torkemada)
Torkemada glared with bloodshot eyes. He had probably been able to daunt many people with that gaze, but Hifumi didn't really care.
"I came to ask you whether you want to die, or follow my orders." (Hifumi)
"Hah." (Torkemada)
Laughing scornfully, Torkemada put a nearby wooden flask towards his mouth. The content smelled like alcohol.
"I heard you were the manager here in the slums. I was thinking of gathering the inhabitants here and have them choose whether to submit or not." (Hifumi)
"Hahaha, don't be so hurried, youngster. So, what will you do if I don't obey? Set the soldiers after us to kill us? There was an aristocrat making the same demands before, but we sent him home as a corpse." (Torkemada)
Speaking in a joking manner, the surrounding subordinates started laughing.
Hifumi didn't respond, or rather, he didn't really listen to what Torkemada said.
"I don't care about that. Just do it. Also, you smell. You should at least wash your body." (Hifumi)
Hifumi frowned, waving his left hand around in an imitation of Torkemada. Torkemada himself stopped laughing, and put on a grim look.
"That's the kind of serious look you should listen with. This is the moment where your life or death is decided." (Hifumi)
"Don't get carried away. Don't think a youngster like you can act brave here in the slums, and then return in one piece." (Torkemada)
He once again threatened in a deep voice, but Hifumi only responded with a sigh.
"I can't get through to you, can I?" (Hifumi)
With a rattling sound, Hifumi retrieved the metal chigiriki he used in the battle in Rhone. Although, the retractable function for the chain had broken, so it was more like a flail with a long handle. As he couldn't fix it on his own, he could only use it as it was for now.
"Oh, you want to fight?" (Torkemada)
Judging that it was a weapon, Torkemada grinned broadly and turned to Bifron standing beside him, about to tell Bifron to be Hifumi's opponent.
The chigiriki made a dull sound as its weight was driven into his temple.
Hitting the weak part of the cranium and continuing straight ahead, it clearly reached his brain.
"Move before you ask someone whether to fight or not. Idiot." (Hifumi)
Hifumi nimbly pulled back the chain and swung it around, as Torkemada fell down from from his chair with the whites in his eyes showing.
The underlings couldn't understand what happened for a short moment, but came to their senses as they heard the sound of the dead body hitting the floor.
"You asshole! Kill him!" (Mob A)
"Wait!" (Bifron)
As the subordinates were about to draw their swords, Bifron hurriedly commanded them to stop.
"Why are you stopping us!?" (Mob A)
"Bifron, he killed Torkemada! We can't let him go back alive!" (Mob B)
"Even if we attack in a group, we can't win. Torkemada died because he didn't understand that... Lord, could you please give us your name?" (Bifron)
Having somehow calmed down the subordinates voicing their dissatisfaction, Bifron showed that his hand had separated from the sword.
"It's Hifumi. Your manager has died, so Bifron, can you substitute for him?" (Hifumi)
"Manager... well, he only managed the people here. As we don't have a grasp on the huge number of people in the slums, we don't know where people are." (Bifron)
"Aahh... So it's like that. What a bother." (Hifumi)
Hifumi scratched his head, shaking the chains. The listless Bifron took that moment to quietly ask him a question.
"I'd chose to follow you over dying. If I weren't going to follow you, will the soldiers come again?" (Bifron)
Torkemada was talking as if he was filled with composure, but during Viscount Hagenti's rule, soldiers were dispatched to the slums. They had huge losses, and while they managed to drive back the soldiers with force in the end, a considerable amount of people in the slums died. Only after running around, confirming that all the influential people back then had died, did Torkemada start behaving like the boss of this gym. And since joining an appropriate group makes it easier, Bifron had joined Torkemada.
If soldiers were now dispatched like they were back then, the people in the slums would easily be disposed of.
"Why are you asking whether I'd send soldiers?" (Hifumi)
"Well, nobles and Lords are like that, so I figured..." (Bifron)
Bam. The sound of the chigiriki hitting the floor made Bifron take a step back in surprise.
"If someone obstructs me, I have the the privilege to kill them. I won't let anyone else take that away from me." (Hifumi)
Everyone in the church ruins felt as if asking what the hell Hifumi was talking about.
Although nobody, even Origa, comprehended it, it was the same reason why Hifumi stood on the main street in Rhone by himself.
"I don't understand the minds of guys who use their subordinates to kill people." (Hifumi)
Hifumi angrily snorted with a "fun~" as no one kept up with him.
"The conversation has deviated. As it has become tiresome, I will leave it to you afterwards. Tomorrow morning, those who obey me will lose the status of trash, the others will have to get out. Those remaining in the city will be killed. I think that's easy enough to understand." (Hifumi)
"W-Whether they are going to believe this story or not ..." (Bifron)
"It doesn't matter. It will be their end if they aren't able to sense the danger." (Hifumi)
Biding his farewell, Hifumi gave them a light greeting of "see ya tomorrow!" as if he was a student while leaving. Bifron sank to the floor with a thump.
"Bi-Bifron-san ..." (Mob A)
"You lot better obey him as well if you don't want to die. This here are the slums. You will die if you insist." (Bifron)
Seeing him having his view facing towards Torkemada, the other men one by one told Bifron that they would obey.
"Ah, will we keep this a secret from the other groups so that we can comfortably get rid of the guys from the other groups?" (Mob B)
As several others agreed to that sort of idea being proposed, Bifron told them to better stop it.
"What do you think will that Lord-sama do at the time he learns that we hadn't passed on the announcement to the other groups?" (Bifron)
Standing up, Bifron looked at everybody.
"Didn't you listen? Anyone who becomes an obstacle will be killed by that guy." (Bifron)
As Bifron left the church ruins to go inform the other groups, the other guys also tagged along.
The expression 'civil official slave' is a word coined by Hifumi. With the exception of Fokalore it hadn't circulated yet.
Although their position as slaves, and their status as civil officials made the people confused in the beginning, but when they started actually working, they just said "ah, so that's what the expression means", and understood.
With the administration service being completed, the war reserve funds could be definitely collected under the name of taxes. Other than Kasha's principle of saying "something is wrong with these people", only the 5 civil official slaves were put to work like slaves just as that title implied.
The result of tallying the family register was the knowledge of there being close to 50.000 people in Fokalore even if the slums were excluded. Although there were dozens of staff members, only 5 people managing the government affairs by themselves doubtlessly was a matter of overwork.
Attached under Alyssa, Miyukare took part in the office work on matters closely related to the territorial army. She considered that to be an especially comfortable situation for herself.
In reality the management related to armament was easy too as the loss was originally small as well. Before Hifumi became aware of it, the method to learn how to use the tools and arms made by the dwarves became difficult as those were unfamiliar.
For the women who served as civil officials in the capital this was a new workplace supported by a peaceful environment without having superiors that acted self-important or nobles making fun of them for being women of common birth.
"A-Ano ... Miyukare-san, I don't understand this, but ..."  (Alyssa)
Alyssa was scanning through the documents as if clinging to the massive desk in the office with its long fur carpet spread out. Someone who came approaching with a *tota tota* timidly held out the documents to Miyukare at her secretary desk.
"Alyssa-sama. You asked for the subordinate standing in front of me, right? You have to be prepared to entrust substantial things to those below as one standing above others." (Miyukare)
"A-Ano ... I am sorry ..." (Alyssa)
Alyssa got openly depressed as she was lectured while receiving the documents.
"Moreover, because the document is incorrect here regarding the count of people, it can't be used as final count. Since there aren't 200 people with even the recruited soldiers, you have to understand at least this much, please." (Miyukare)
"A..u ..." (Alyssa)
She tightened her face, that almost began to grin, with will-power, placed a hand on Alyssa and changed to a soft voice.
"Alyssa-sama, I am very sorry for saying such harsh things. But it is fine to leave such miscellaneous tasks to me." (Miyukare)
"But, if that's the case, I think it will become difficult for Miyukare-san ..." (Alyssa)
It took Miyukare all her effort to withhold the nosebleed due to Alyssa who wasn't even ten years younger than her. Barely, without revealing her facial expression, she pretended to be calmly thanking her.
"Such a lowly slave like me receiving such consideration, thank you very much. I was appointed as Alyssa-sama's assistant. Since this is my duty, please rely on me without holding back." (Miyukare)
"Is that so? ... Although I don't quite understand, thanks Miyukare-san!" (Alyssa)
As she endured with a mind of steel to not embrace the brightly smiling Alyssa closely, Hifumi entered the room without even knocking.
"Ah, Hifumi-san!" (Miyukare)
"... Don't leak such sickening mood." (Hifumi)
"Ara, you can say that it is an important element for smoothly handling the work that the subordinate and the superior get along with each other." (Miyukare)
As she didn't even care about speaking her mind without holding back even though being a slave, he felt some indescribably bad affinity with her.
(I think I am to blame for not seeing through such a fellow, but ...)
"Since I will clean out the slums tomorrow, you have to assign a number of people to prepare dealing with the aftermath." (Hifumi)
Miyukare's side reacted sensitively towards Hifumi's words.
"... Have you done something again?" (Miyukare)
, because of that Hifumi had a complacent mood. Miyukare was at her wits' end.
"Will it prove successful to use the guys from the slums?" (Miyukare)
"This will depend on your guys' education. I leave it to you, military director Alyssa" (Hifumi)
"Ah, yes! Understood!" (Alyssa)
After hitting Alyssa's head with a *pon pon*, Hifumi immediately left.
"Again a troublesome matter ..." (Miyukare)
Although her deployment was like playing house, given that for some reason the soldiers of the territorial army listened well to the things Alyssa said, there were only few troubles in relation to the soldiers of this territory.
Even if it might be fine because of Hifumi's discerning eye, Miyukare absolutely couldn't accept it since it was somehow vexing.
"Well then, we should prepare to meet the Lord-sama's unreasonable demands." (Miyukare)
"Miyukare-san, you are not allowed to speak bad words about Hifumi-san in such way, okay?" (Alyssa)
"... I am very sorry. My true opinion leaked out." (Miyukare)
How could such excellent child become emotionally attached to such bloodstained man?
It was the time to finally decide the details of the troops organisation fielded against Vichy when a letter from Horant to Imeraria arrived.
Looking at the delivered documents which took a full 5 days to arrive from the city closest to Horant, Imeraria held the middle of her forehead feeling a headache.
Due to the anxious words, Imeraria raised her face and looked at Pajou.
"Pajou, it is written here that Horant claims the massive killing of citizens in Rhone to be the responsibility of our country. However going by the details I read in your report the cause was apparently some magic tool from Horant." (Imeraria)
"I swear that there are no lies to be found in the contents of the report you have received from me ... Will Horant cooperate with Vichy?" (Pajou)
"It seems so. Although I think it won't come as far as an invasion because they have to ascertain the validity of Vichy doing something like "Revenge" against our country going by the contents of the letter ... I wonder whether I should gather some soldiers on the main road on Horant's side just to be sure." (Imeraria)
In spite of being remembered of a certain person being first on the list of many hot-blooded people causing many to be troubled while Imeraria was worried, Pajou drew close all of a sudden.
"However, regarding this matter, there is movement to dispatch troops in the direction of Horant in the name of Captain Stifels of the Second Knight Unit." (Pajou)
"What is he selfishly ..." (Imeraria)
"That is, it seems he spread a rumor of having somehow obtained the approval from Prince Ayperos
"With all due respect, it appears the prince faction is opposed to the matters of the princess who is thought to be intimate with Hifumi-san ..." (Pajou)
"I have no intention to compete for the hegemony with my younger brother." (Imeraria)
"I-I am very sorry. I have said too much." (Pajou)
Being slapped with a warning, Pajou hurriedly shut up.
"... Though there is something I am thinking about, in the end it has become nothing but completely brutal matters. Even though I wanted to take care of the life of the people becoming a lot calmer until just a little while ago." (Imeraria)
Now she was only thinking of wanting to start moving quickly against Vichy. Imeraria gently covered her eyes with her slender fingers.magic
Summoned Slaughterer
呼び出された殺戮者
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