The Branded Female Fencer

Chi, chi, chi...

Moe, I can hear the birds chirping. Moy Bird, a migratory bird, travels south from late autumn to early spring and returns to the centre of the continent when the full spring comes. And individuals with connections give birth and raise children at this time of year, and those without them decide their connections in the spring. This season, which dates back to summer, is a time when chicks who have already fallen back from eggs demand bait, and their parent birds are busy jumping around. That's why Moe Bird was whimpering and keeping in touch. Few people criticize them as so depressing because their ringing is beautiful, or because they can afford to be in people's minds again?

Here in Arnelia, the holy capital, the Deep Green Palace, the palace behind the Arnelia church, has a structure that, as its name suggests, incorporates plenty of greenery. Greens are not only used as shades such as courtyard fountains and columns everywhere, but also incorporate a lot of actual nature, often with birds nesting their trees. It is also known as the knee of Arnelianism, and it is also the place where purification occurs most frequently in the world. As a result, the air is also very clear, and the dear animals prefer to gather around. It is also said that with this much purification, the temperament of those who live in this land will be calmed.

What can be heard in such a beautiful and gracious place was somehow the stuffing voice of Miriazal.

"Dear Miriazal, I would also like to put a vote on these documents"

"The mayor wants to see you."

"Hey, Peppa - Let's Play"

"Don't say it at all!

After breaking up with the Alphilis and the others, Miriazar took Jake and the others home by land. It was actually quicker to go home using metastatic magic, but there were too many children and Miriazal was overdosed to carry alone, and I can't help the priests of each parish, who were patient. And many priests don't even know she's the supreme bishop.

For that reason she was forced to return by road, but despite a considerable hurry, more than a month had elapsed loosely on the journey to Arnelia, almost in the centre of the east.

It's been a long time and fun half side for Miriazal to take home the young child, it was hard for Ruth to get lost along the way or Mirce to have a fever. It was a pile of work that soars high on the desk that greeted Miriazal, who came home so tired. Officially, she was decided to be ill, but the amount of work stacked naturally remains the same. The work that had accumulated for a whole month, as if it were a peak in Pilebos, was the cause of her stuffiness.

Miriazal, the original demon, doesn't have to sleep much, but it's something the kids ask me to sleep with them on the journey, and my sleep cycle is completely childish, and I can't help but sleep at night. Furthermore, during the day, mainly because around Mirce and Ruth follow me around to play (although Jake and Nellie seem to perceive me to be busy and shy), the work is not good either.

For those reasons, it was usually the job of Tsukiko, who serves beside her as a female official, to snap Miriazal's ass and make her work stuffy these days with her head.

"Grr. Too much work."

"You deserve it."

"Why do you have to rush to get rid of all this?"

To much workload, Miriazal complains as he moves his hands.

"It must be because Master Miriazal said the luxury of wanting to get in touch with both the eastern continent and the Magic Church. That's what's happening as a result of collecting the relevant materials. This is also the 400th anniversary of the transfer of the Holy City of Arnelia to its current location. The commemorative ceremony for that will take place this fall, so preparations for it are imminent. We must also contact the royalty and dukes of each country. So much so that the time has passed."

"Who arranged such a mess?

"Thirteen years ago, didn't you whine in the dining room with the Archbishops? That's what Archbishop Manadil took shape of. Well, the point is, you started it."

"Shit, you three idiots... just hold on to that"

A bald stubborn archbishop Manadil floats behind his brain. Before Manadir became Archbishop, Miriazar had gone to see Manadir, whose name had already often risen as a handsome monk who had been ordained the future. He wasn't even a priest at the time yet, but he also had a mischievous mind to make fun of him, and he snuck into his room at night, looking young at the time, and dressed up a little man's passion.

Manadil seemed to be studying at some point at that time, but I remember seeing him and turning his face bright red and fluffy. He did have a stern face, and he looked so cute again that he accidentally gave himself away, but when he heard it, he turned his face bright red in a different way this time and got angry. For some reason, the supreme bishop, himself, was made to sit upright and preached. It was Miriazal who felt something unwanted because it was now a loud stubborn bald man. Well, I don't hesitate to say things to myself. His presence can be delightful and depressing at the same time.

"(Speaking of which, all the archbishops nowadays met when they were younger... and the reaction was triplets. Dryde and I talked through the evening about the Arnelian way, and the Minar guy said he wasn't interested in shaping the eagle. But since you met me, you've all started giving me a sudden headache)"

Although she is completely unaware of it, a little talk with Miriazal will naturally reveal how she thinks about society as a whole. A small perspective that cares not only about our own group, but also about the bigger perspective of thinking about society as a whole, and about each and every one of us who belongs there. It was a pride for those who served very low that such people were in the heads of the groups to which they belonged. Besides, Miriazal seems perfect, and there are some neat spots, so he makes it extra comfortable for those below to support him. The point is that it's a teacher-oriented personality. I'm not aware of him, but maybe that's another good idea.

The moment Miriazal tried to get a little carried away, Dan! and new documents are stacked in front of you.

"Come on, you don't have time for fantasy!

"Should I go to the bathroom or something?

"No. Toilets up to three times a day"

Kiko slowly waves her fingers to the side in front of Miriazal's eyes.

"Are you a ghost!?

"If you can't seem to stand it, put on a pair of ostriches and do your job. Some people, like busy doctors at work, seem to do that. It's common sense not to go to the bathroom or anything, even in the battlefield, right?

"This could be a peaceful city!

"Peppy, are you peeing??

Asking questions with no malice eyes is Mirce playing in Miriazal's room.

"Funny and serious. Come on. That kind of thing," Centennial Love Colds, "huh?

"Why do you have to tell me that, Shomben?

"Stop talking dirty to children"

"Besides, that's the one that's about to get to Schomben, right? In years."

Jake was the one who came into the room to strike a hand in his hand. He carries a wooden sword for practice in his hand.

"Who leaks it!

"More than that, Alberto. Can I borrow it?

"Shake it off yourself and ignore it!? Well, I don't mind, but it's an audition again."

"Oh, Lisa, I promised my sister. First, I'm gonna be able to get one from Alberto!

Miriazal and Tsuko face each other in that one word. For starters, I feel close to the final goal as well, but don't say that. Alberto also said Jake was going to have sights, and apparently he's going to be able to use magic. Without qualities, he wouldn't qualify as a Temple Knight, but apparently Jake had the qualities to just get to the starting point at the very least.

"By the way, I have a letter from your beloved Lisa, do you read it?

"... I can't read many difficult words yet"

"Don't you deny what I love? I can't help it. I'll read it to you."

The ladies around me look at it with faces like, oh man, but they just can't stop the kids looking forward to sparkling their eyes, and they're giving up. Soon the other children and Alberto had gathered together.

"Then let's read it. What," Dear Sir, To Peppa Baba "... KEEP!!!!

"... f"

"Calm down, it's not that peppery."

"Is Baba okay?

Listening to that interaction, the children were rolling around and laughing. I've been doing this all these days around Miriazal.

The letter contained a brief thank you from Alphilis for the various arrangements, the content of the update from Miranda, and a message from Lisa to each and every child. Lisa is blind, so Miranda seems to have replaced her. The handwriting is oddly thick only on the teasing part.

These days, apparently after fulfilling Fenna's request, they are pointing their way to the central street. The letter says they're sending Fenna to the biggest part of the Seeker. There is no mention of a detailed location, but I may have felt dangerous about writing it in a letter. However, he also said he was going to stop by Arnelia afterwards, so he meant to tell me more about it then. Well, as a matter of fact, Miriazal knows everything about where they are and what they're doing because they're keeping a sneak eye on them without a mouth.

At that time, Miriazal felt a tingle and signs. Increases tension for a moment with the enemy, but can't infiltrate deep into the Deep Green Palace without anyone noticing it. He seems to be a demon to see where there is no hostility, but when the demon is sent out through the boundaries that surround this palace, the user is limited.

"Alberto, go out with Jake and the sword archery. Jake, bring the little ones. I have work to do. I want to concentrate."

"Oh okay. Are you all right?

Jake turns his meaningful eyes this way. He's not a sensor, but he's pretty tough because he's been beside Lisa for a long time. From time to time, it shows off a look that you don't think you're only 10 years old.

"Don't worry."

"Mm-hmm. Let's all go, don't get in the way of Pepper."

"Uh."

"Milché, I'm not gonna tell you the luxury."

"Tad asked me to play today."

"Even Ques is."

"Here we go!

At the end of the day Nellie prompted them all to leave. All that remained were Miriazal and Zizi.

"... that's enough, come in"

"Long time no see, Miriazal"

It was a talking little blue bird who came in. As Miriazal observes, he must be a demon of use.

"There are many other ways to get in touch, even if you're using demons to cross the line, right?

"I don't trust my men any more than you do these days. Bitter meat."

"Isn't it easy for the head of the Magic Church, Tetrastine"

When Tetrastine and Miriazar called out their names, I felt like I heard a laugh from the birds mocking themselves.

"That's the thing. I wanted to hear from you, too, but that's pretty good. But I can tell you that, so I can't do it. But I still can't get this one moving, and I'd be glad if you could get to me."

"Surely it might not be a good idea for Nushi to come to Washi and other churches. Then let's say the eagle will go soon. Let's clear this paperwork first."

"You're in trouble, too. I'd really like to talk to you now, but I don't know where your eyes and ears are, and I haven't seen you in a long time straight away. I'll be waiting for you with some good tea and sweets."

"Whatever the confectionery is, it's loud for tea, right?

"Ha, okay."

So the bird disappears and returns to some powder. But it was a bad place to go back to the powder. It was on a document that Miriazal had written and stamped earlier.

"Oh, the paperwork is all over the powder. Think of a place to go back to where you belong, at all. But apparently you're going to be even busier... Phew."

and was Miriazal, who sighed with one worry.

Continued