The Branded Female Fencer

"(Man again makes me the gateway to desire... even though I thought this guy was somewhat better! I knew human men were always thinking the same thing!

"Grow up, please."

"(Say no! If you really want me to hear you say something, you just have to give me an order. That way, by my nature, I'll have to obey!

Dance Slave twitches under the line, but when he realizes the line isn't doing anything, he gently opens his eyes and takes a peek at how the line looks. Then the line doesn't look like the dance slave or anything, and it seems to be directing all its attention outside. It is nervous as if you are also on the battlefield.

Seeing as that, Dance Slave stops resisting and grows up. Then the line also realized, let go of Dance Slave's hand and ear slapping.

"Raise your voice properly."

"What?"

"Acting."

"... okay.... mmm... haha..."

That's how when you make the dance slave speak appropriately, the line sneaks close to the entrance door and hits his ear. And would you have stayed put for a while for about 20 seconds? On the contrary, the line relieves tension when it releases its ears.

"That's enough, dancer. I'm sorry."

"... what was that all about?

"I was followed."

"What!? Since when?"

"It's from the guild. You talked about not getting your hands on the receptionist, didn't you? I thought it was a pretty good top ball. Unfortunately, it's a female assassin or something like that."

"... how do you know"

Dance Slave was completely unaware. Thank you. As much as I thought the attitude of the line was unusual.

"I have a completely different attitude when I first went and when I went today. Last time I handled you as a regular customer, you suddenly have eyes only today, right? I'm such a dirty fit. You're such a color-eyed woman, you pervert."

"That's it, or you're talking about yourself."

"Well, if you're like an assassin, you invite him better... I wonder what that is. I felt more inorganic. What can I say..."

The line began to roar. Apparently, the line is a much sharper man than Dance Slave thinks. Dance Slave has remained a surprise since he began his journey with the line. Never in Dance Slave's memory was a man this sharp. Even those who were once called brave men should have had a little bit more to fall out of.

"(Maybe I have a pretty awesome man as my husband. Though as a sword, it is the main hope)"

But Dance Slave doesn't speak of honest emotion either. Because if you say so, the line is on track again. Though silent there, there are times when the line becomes blind around once it begins to sink into its own thoughts. Things don't progress when we leave it to the roaring line at times like this.

The situation where two men and women were sitting alone on the bed of an inn that was pitiful to it also did not cause the dance slave to fall into anything. Around here is a dance slave who is a demon sword but has a very human thought circuit.

"By the way, what do we do now? I'm guessing there's some guys out there who are still following us, right?

"Oh, you know what? Hey, get out of that bed."

When the dance slave gets out of the way, the line says yes, and the bed mat is roughly flipped. Then the bed was not stretched with lateral plates, and there were places on the floor where only a part of the floor was not heavily dusty.

"Here's how... Oops!

"Hidden door..."

Only that part sinks when the line taps a part of the plate, where it handles and pulls the plate up. You won't soon realize this unless you're the one who knows. The back of the plate is reinforced by an iron plate, which should take some time to break.

"Here's something like this..."

"You don't know this if you're normally alive, do you?

"How do you know the line?"

'Cause I like what you do every day.'

"... is that supposed to go in?

"Just get out of here. Oh, don't forget to put the bed back on."

Then he takes the candle out of the small side table drawer by the line bed, lights it and goes downstairs. Dance Slave also continues later with the bed mat undone, as he was told.

There was a light cave under the bed, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it as long as the two of them went through, though they were serious. Two people walking cautiously through the cave, albeit with their heads slightly bent.

"Nevertheless, you have often noticed the presence of this door."

"Well. When I last used this inn, I noticed that there was only one strangely small room. There's a candle in the table drawer, and I thought it might be a playroom."

"Hey."

Dance Slave pokes the line small with his elbow.

"I'm kidding... well, that's when I realized this door existed. So I'm gonna keep my mouth shut, so I told you to let me use this place in my emergency. Apparently, the building used to be used for shitty work, and it was remnants of that time. Well, the receptionist hasn't changed."

"So what's that word?"

"Oh, it's like a cipher"

Dance Slave turns his eyes to surprise. The line answers normally.

"How many of these plants?

"I generally set it up in the towns and villages I visited. There are times when you simply help people, and don't bring a woman along if you need her. Not here, by the way. But there were a few more ideas."

If I don't deceive people, I can also deceive some dance slaves on the line that says shabby, but I couldn't complain enough because I'm helping because of that. How dare you say nothing back to the line, Dance Slave, but I kept my mouth shut here for good.

Going straight down the aisle, I went out to a painting of the cemetery.

"The getaway is a cemetery or something... it's a sticky road."

"But it's not easy to make a hidden path. Digging the ground doesn't seem too suspicious. Do you think I make sense?

"Right. Come on, let's go home."

That's how the line walks out in a good mood. Dance Slaves also follow later. This time the tension was resolved, and the line began to slap lightly.

"But that's it..."

"What?

"Dancer, don't make strangely colorful noises"

"Next time really one shot... what!

The fist of the dance slave hit the head of the line with the sound of GON! This was the first time Dance Slave had put his hand up against his own husband, even with a joke, but for some reason he got his hands on it without hesitation. As for the Devil's Sword, it could have been a serious act.

"Now... what?

"So I was wondering if I really would do it this time.... Hey, you, that's not going to be ethical, is it?

A dance slave is about to lift a headstone and throw it toward the line. Looking where the name hasn't been carved, apparently it's a new headstone nobody's slept with yet though.

"Don't worry... I'll carve your name on the stone properly"

"Whoa, are you serious!?

"Die once!

"Stop -!

That's how the chase at the cemetery began.

"(I trusted a guy like this for a moment. He was my idiot. This is why the guy is called!

But at the same time, Dance Slave had a lot of fun. It may have been since the first time she lived in a blacksmith after she was conscious that she could have been so emotional. However, unlike then, the emotions held were not at peace again, but the slightest sense of happiness was undeniable to the dance slaves.

Continued