The Branded Female Fencer

The dance slave was going to help the boy, while the line was starting to walk in the opposite direction to her. But it doesn't have a particular purpose, his footsteps are heavy. I lost my mind to gambling and going to the whorehouse. It would be because of the large and annoying part of it that I was simply being mean.

Rhine is originally a person with a very strong sense of justice. He kept sticking his neck in trouble out of justice, and at the end of the day he lost sight of what was most important to him. I can't even remorse that now. So he decided to stop sticking his neck in trouble out of a sense of justice, and this time he left the army and flew out of the country in an attempt to figure out what really mattered.

But leaving the country made him lose sight of doing the opposite. There's no way he can find something really important in the world like that, and he's spent the last few years running for nothing.

"What are you doing? I..."

It is the sword that is still waving even after quitting the knight and flying out of the country, and I am still worried about Dance Slave's words and getting my hair slapped behind my back. If it were true, there would have been a way to throw away the sword, but he's not even aware that there's an untrained way to throw away the chivalry. And to shake the sword, to help the weak things is also what will be of itself.

But in the end, Rhine was beginning to realize that he just didn't want to admit that one thing had changed. And events that are the cause of who I am being chased catch my head.

- You're a good man. - What a waste to me.

I also thought that if I left the country, I would be forgotten, but rather regret only intensifies. How many nightmares have you jumped up and spent sleepless nights thinking about the woman you still lost?

"... damn it! Just this once!?

When he raised his voice without excusing himself to anyone, the line ran in the opposite direction.

The boy who was being chased on the other hand...

When I was a year old, was it a little above the age of 10? I can't peek at that expression because I'm hiding my face with a robe, but judging by my outfit, I'm that much of a boy. At least, it looks like it. You're running quite a long distance, your jaw is up, your breath is out, and your legs are stuck. You won't be able to run long anymore. In an attempt to bend the proposed alley, he takes his foot off the crate he left behind and rolls it around flashly.

But he got up healthy and tried to run quickly, but he twisted his leg or nodded on the spot. Behind me are the men who were chasing me, as I pull out my knife.

The boy manages to use his hands to slip back and forth, but it was clear that he can no longer escape. and one black chunk falling from overhead in front of the boy at that time. The chunk ate the heel drop on the chaser's head at the same time as the fall, and broke in between the boy and the chaser as it was.

"I'm not impressed, adults have children in groups."

Standing in front of the boy was a brunette dancer-style woman. Of course it is a dance slave. Neither the boy nor the chaser could catch up for a moment on what happened, but if you look at the fact that the dance slave has bare hands, the chaser strikes silently.

"Hmm."

But Dance Slave also went out to fight back without hesitation. There are five men. It's inherently difficult to deal with a bareback woman, but the alley should have been narrow enough to deal with two people at best. Besides, Dance Slave hasn't lived many years on Dada either. He is wearing martial arts so that he can fight to some extent even in the human condition.

Still, the opponent is a group of trained prey bearers. Not that a dance slave who is not even a master will unilaterally defeat him, and the chaser's sword approaches the dance slave. Against the sword stabbed out at the head, Dance Slave went to pay the sword with his arms without hesitation. Normally you'd be pretty profound.

Kin!

Along with the metal sound, the chaser's sword began without inflicting one scratch on the dance slave. He puts his palm bottom on the jaw of a surprising man and causes him to faint, and he greets the other earthly belly with a kick. Dance Slaves, the original sword, cannot be scratched with a single piece of metal.

The men who took a look at the dance slaves being unusual cautiously intermittent and have no way of coming up with a setup. The dance slave is surprised (a lot) by the way it looks.

"(Weird... people should come if you stay long, albeit in the back alley. I think he likes to set it up hard? Well, I don't mind this way, but now what's the matter...)"

As Dance Slave was circling the idea, he heard multiple footsteps from the other side of the alley.

"Shit! Was there anything else?"

Five men are also approaching from the other side. It will mean that this boy is so important, but now it is better to somehow get through this scene. But I can't think of a favorite for a dance slave. A dance slave pounds his tongue and tries to rush over to the boy, but that's when there was a scream from behind.

"Dancer, crouch!

A dance slave that crouches on the spot faster than you think. At the same time, the line overtakes the men she was dealing with in an instant and jumps over the dance slave.

It is slashed by five people on the other side as it is and truncates the four without being able to mate with one another. The last one definitely broke his balance on his leg and stunned him with a blow to the back of his head. It was just an instant.

"(I knew you were strong, but you're as vibrant as ever)"

Dance Slave saw Rhine shake his sword several times as he travels, but he truly tailors his opponent with minimal motion without waste. The swordsman had a first-class beauty among the swordsmen Dance Slave had seen for years.

"(Authentic knight sword, not ours. That you're pretty good at it, but you haven't neglected to drill on the battlefield either? Not flashy, but solid. Unlike the sloppy character)"

Dance Slave ratings are ironic, but would have been accurate. In fact, the chaser was a good user. The strength of a line that doesn't make you feel it is a big area.

and at that time, one of the first men the line knocked down escaped. But I don't follow the line. Because killing everyone is not the goal.

But as soon as the man turned his gaze from the lines to the street to get out of the alley, his chest had a sword poked deep and fresh. A man whose mouth is held down at the same time and who is not even able to lift the severant and is doomed.

When the line noticed, the alley was already blocked both ways. Do you have 20 people in front and back? The next time they're not wearing a hood and all of them are exposed to their faces, but they have a sword on their hips and a stern face that they can see is the obvious knight of what they're not wearing.

Seeing some of them come into the alley, the line holds its sword and hands up, indicating that there is no will to resist. First one of the men makes sure he's safer than the boy, and some others make sure the chaser's life and death. And stabbed mercilessly those who were still breathing.

Is the line and dance slave thing behind you for now, or is it abandoned? But when the man who was looking after the boy nodded, three other men who came into the alley pointed their swords at the line. The boy seems to be trying to stop him from seeing how it goes, but the man doesn't listen.

"I don't know who it is, but I'm sorry, but I need you dead here."

"Come on, I'm the one who helped that kid. Whatever it takes. Isn't that it?

"It's a particular opinion, but I don't have a problem getting peppered around about what's seen here. I saw mercenaries. Mercenaries are a race that does anything depending on money. Trust me."

"That's right. But you knights are a race that would do anything for their masters. Instead of being mercenaries, you guys are worse off coming to make a big name for yourself and justifying murder."

"Do you fool the knight?

"I don't want to be ridiculed for being a mercenary!

The line also fades. The men surrounding the line twitch and distance, but where the line blows the wind. And after a lot of silence, they all set it up because one person moved.

But Rhine's response was calm. Grabbing and pulling the pattern of the first knight's sword that moved, with each hand, he takes a foot payment and breaks the balance, slaps it against one other, jumps into the pocket of the other, fists into the dovetail and smothers it. And as I put it together and blew it up, I punch him in the face the moment the man up there was about to get up, and he sticks his sword straight down his throat. The other will be the underside of the battered man, unable to move as he thinks.

"Do you still want to do this?

In the early hours of the line, there is also a twist from those who block the alley. But when the man who was watching the boy stands up, he signals something and summons someone to protect the boy instead. The boy seems to be trying to stop the man, but the man still didn't seem to listen.

"I'm the guy"

"Shiatsu."

The line offends, but now you step on it or put up a sword that you're not the one to be alert to. Stick the distance together as they move to circle each other.

but suddenly when the line niggered at what I thought, I stuffed the mistake unconstructively. The man is taken aback for a moment, but when he gets angry, he regains his mind and cuts with his temper. The line that saw it,

"Not at all. You're too classy to fight."

and throw up and kick the dirt at your feet against the man's face. The man glanced unexpectedly, and the moment he turned back, the sword of the line had already been thrust into the man's throat.

"Drop the sword."

"Dastardly!

"How sweet is the battle, cowardly and shitty? I'm sure that's why the kid's in danger."

"Na"

Did the man get poked where the pain was, he dropped his sword and ended his sentence. But the line won, too, but I wonder what's going on from here. Even if you escape this scene by holding a man hostage, you're quite likely to be tracked. If the men you defeated earlier are like assassins again, it's not strange to see where things are coming from. The point is that it could be double-tracked.

So while Rhine thought I didn't like the trouble, I just had to stick my neck in from myself. Time passes without a definitive plan in mind, but the fudge boy stands in an indelible foothold and approaches us. Try to give away the hand of those who tried to stop it.

"Would you mind putting your sword away?

Words emanating from the boy's mouth had power. Not big, but powerful sounds. He looked frightened until earlier, but now he doesn't even feel fine dust. Moreover, in polite language, Rhine imagined that the boy would probably be a nobleman.

"I don't like it. As soon as I put it away, so where's the coverage that I don't get bashed in?

"Don't worry. I give orders in my name."

"Then name your name. I don't think a kid who doesn't know anywhere has that kind of power."

"Fine. I..."

"You shouldn't!

"Shut up!

A line that twists up the chest barn of a man trying to stop the boy from naming him. The man puts his face to bitterness, but his eyes remain pointed at the boy. He nodded lightly at the man, and the boy raised his name.

"My name is Ray Fan. Rayfan-Krums-Lancaster. I am the first princess to inherit the second throne of the Duchy of Krums."

Continued