The Branded Female Fencer

More time passes. Kiyojo Poetry had returned to the Demonic Society for reporting.

"Shino Kiyojo and two of his men are back now."

"Um, only Shino can come in."

I hear a strong voice coming from inside the room. Poetry opens the poem without looking back at Dongyun, the two men in the ceremonial section, creeping into the room and closing the poem.

"Excuse me, sir."

"Thank you for your hard work. I don't care if you're tired or tired on the long journey."

"No, if this helps too"

It is a magnificent man who accumulates a beard that sits loosely in front of Shino. Is it about a little over 40? He brings his slightly longer hair to one behind him and looks belligerent for the age of what is majestic. He is the head of this exorcism association, Puritanical White Fun.

Unlike the Sorcery Church and the Arnelian Church, the Demon Society is a patterned group. Four famous houses exist on its spindle, and the head is mostly held around by one of them. But this puritanical leisure is not from any house, but with strength - it sounds good, but if I told you, he was a man who took the seat of the head with strength. But his strength is certain, and he is also an extraordinary ambitious man. Since he has taken the lead, the Demon Society has definitely grown its strength, and since good juice is given to his men at all costs, it is the current state of the Demon Association that no one can oppose him while rebelling against him.

While many voices are concerned about this state of affairs as the beginning of decadence, its cohesion as an association as a whole is also the highest in history. In it, the Qing Dynasty family had taken a neutral position and had decided not to join the extra power struggle. Poetry, a member of the Qing Dynasty family, is also in favor of that policy, but this time she had been hit by other houses by arrows of white wings in negotiations with Arnelianism, and she was most sick of being involved in a useless power struggle.

Puritan Bai Fun takes a slow look at her as if she were going to fix her appearance like that. But he hates a lot of questions. He goes straight to work.

"The foreground is good. Did the negotiations go as planned?

"Yes, as the lead prospect suggests, it's not an alliance, it's a collaborative relationship from talent exchange."

"Hmm, well is this far reasonable? I wondered how much of a connoisseur... but to what extent is it a monster that lives 1,000 years, a concomitant snap? No, is it too soon to make that decision? Ugh, Shino?

"Yes, I think it depends on what kind of person you send here"

"Hmm, let's do that first. I didn't expect you to suddenly send in Poetry from here. I could take the lead. Next is the hand number. So let's take a look at the arrangement first. But if I were in that demon position..."

"What if?"

"Don't hold you to your side."

"! Just kidding..."

Cold things flow on Shino's back to Bai Le's ill-willed question.

"No? I thought it would be interesting for you to do that, so I set you up as a messenger."

"Play... my loyalty has been dedicated to the Magic Society"

"Can you think of that as loyalty to me?

"Of course you are"

"My orders are absolute, aren't they?

"Yes."

Poetry answers white pleasure questions instantly. At that moment, Baihua distorted the nigga and the edge of his mouth.

"Then I command you. Hold me here and now."

"! It's..."

"What's up? Is your word false? You just told yourself my orders were absolute, didn't you?

"But..."

"You've already been charged with an intermediary. It is a well-known fact that you originally taught Miriazal, and this is a similar opinion from three other houses, not just me. I'm talking about giving you a chance to prove your innocence. You, the witch, will be weakened if you are no longer pure. I think it would be quick to dedicate yourself to me to complain that you have no ambition."

"... okay"

Shino rises up and puts his hand on the garment. When the belt is removed and the white coat is removed, it will only weave one piece of bamboo. Underneath it is only what she was born to be. But there was no reason in Shino's hand to put it on the shovel. That's when I nearly took it off all at once.

"That's it!

The sharp voice of white pleasure sounds, and the hands of Pittari and Shino stop.

"Damn, you still don't look good, my husband... that's why you're good"

"Have you tried it"

"I didn't mean it half way. If you had hesitated for a moment, you would have stayed put... and you could have come with your clothes now."

"... I understand that"

It was only Poetry who did not break his expression. Bai Fu looks forward to seeing such poetry.

"But for a woman, her body is also bargaining material. Especially for someone with a limb like you. I can't even imitate this. If you use it well, Kiyojo's house will regain its power like it used to. I don't think you're going to be my mistress any sooner."

"... is that all you need?

"Damn, don't rush. There are only two more. Is Arnelia Church going to take over?

"... the power of the war is high. Individual soldiers are also morale and well trained. I wonder if we have the strength to compete with each other. But there seems to be less talent to work out a strategy than we do. I was wondering if a strategy involving planning and negotiation would be more effective than a front-line war. Gradually sharpen your forces."

"I see, one more thing then. If I give you an order to take Miriazal... what will you do?

"Until you take the order."

"Ready to answer."

"If you still doubt my loyalty, shall I make a covenant with ceremonial gods and ceremonial beasts here to show them?

"Hmm, a spare woman to look after such an inferior. Don't use a woman's weapon the wrong way... there's no use for it anymore. Back off."

"Excuse me, sir."

Poetry falls back with a compliment. I don't put any emotions on the table, but the hands and knees are shaking slightly. White Fun looks delightful even to see how it is.

Two of them looked worried when they welcomed Poetry out there, but she never signaled them, and went straight back to her holding room. At that moment, she sat down on the spot with a snag. The two worried rub against Poetry, but she is half relieved and her body is shaking small.

"Dear Poetry, is it okay to add or subtract?

"Your porn uncle... Yuru!

"It's fine. Given Kiyojo's position, it's inevitable... if I endure it."

Poetry tries to hold my body and hold my tremors. But the tremor shall not cease.

"(Miriazal... what would I do best? I don't want to crush the Kiyojo family, but I don't want to be your enemy either... what am I supposed to do??

I remember the days I taught Miriazal when I was little. She taught me magic, academia, upbringing, combat skills, and even a delicious baked confectionery shop in Lower Town. It was her back length that did not change over her appearance with Shino, but to her she was a good second mother. But depending on the circumstances, she becomes an enemy. It was a poem dating back to a very young age when there was nothing trivial.

Continued