The Branded Female Fencer

This is Elsa and Eliza who are left behind. Until the signs of the anomalies were completely gone, the two of them were relieved and smaller on the spot, but when Elsa stood up again, she spoke toward a space that was supposed to be small but nothing with a clear voice.

"Master Minar, are you there?

A small man appeared to melt out of a space with nothing, as if to respond to that voice. Elsa is right, one of the three archbishops of Arnelianism, Minar. Not an Arnelian white hood, dressed in a brown plain hood commonly used by travellers, but undoubtedly in person.

Elsa turns a hateful glance at him, which is equivalent to what he turned to anomaly, when he appeared in a gruesome manner.

"Are you satisfied, Master Minar? As you ordered, I let Eliza hold some of the sisters that were taken away."

"Well done. I've been watching the whole thing, but they didn't seem to give me any credit. It's good to let some of the sisters touch you."

Just before Elsa rushed over to Eliza earlier, someone grabbed Elsa's sleeve from where nothing was supposed to be. Elsa was a little bit of a strange phenomenon, but something like an exposed powder was applied to her hand, and she heard her voice in her ear.

"Anywhere. Touch some of them with this hand."

Elsa, who had the principality of that voice, executed that order at the same time as she went to help Eliza. Elsa, who found it difficult to touch the anomalies directly, held her hand while holding Eliza and slapped her ear softly. Although Elsa could have touched Annomarie directly in the end, she would not have been suspicious that Eliza had touched Sister. It may have been from a sense of pure justice, not an order, that Eliza's hand extended on that occasion, but either way it turned out. At least for Minar.

But Elsa's frustration with Minar, who executed the order reflexively but did not even try to help his people, is boiling back. The look on my face just jumped in the minaret.

"How long have you been watching us?

"Besides my thoughts, my mission is over soon. I still felt the dog roaming around here, so I came to see how things were going. Most of the time, the dog was accompanied by my demon. Well, it's a coincidence that we hit this scene, but we're lucky."

"Fortunately? What's so fortunate about this occasion!?

Elsa points to a sea of blood around her. Elsa, the angry mind, doesn't already use any salutations, but Minar doesn't seem to mind again.

"You've been watching the whole thing, haven't you? You didn't think to help?

"I don't think. I can't even think about it. I'm not good at combat, and you're short on strength again. I don't know if you can just hold me accountable."

"You're the Archbishop, aren't you? Though you are not a direct subordinate, you don't think anything about someone from the same church as yourself being killed!?

I don't think so.

Elsa jumped at Minar, who responded instantly, forgetting her physical fatigue. My face is turning very bright red of anger.

"Holy shit!

"He's a bastard."

As Elsa tries to grab Minar's chest barn up, Minar's fist plunges into her belly. Elsa nods on the spot with a whimper.

"Be more calm. These guys weren't supposed to be here in the first place. But your judgment is not a mistake. If communicating information was a priority, this reinforcement should have been called for. Old man like that kid, did you say anomaly or something? that it was just more than I expected. It's not your fault."

"But!

"This is what he said, too, but it is a natural habit for weak things to die on the battlefield. You must have been lucky again. It doesn't look like they did anything in particular. You know what I mean? You've been pitied. This is what happens because you don't have enough power."

"Gu, uhh..."

A tear of remorse reappears in Elsa's eyes. Whether it's in front of the Minar, its tears will never stop. Minal never changed his expression when he saw how it was going, but he leaks the pompous and the words.

"But being alive is of paramount importance in itself. If he's alive, he'll have a chance to fight back. It's a complete insult (ah, etc.) to this one, so let's do the gap. Don't worry, they'll pay the price for it."

"... what are you going to do?

Elsa, who cleared her emotions a little by crying, asks.

"I'll go after them directly"

"What? But the Archbishop's work..."

"I don't mind, this one is more important. Besides, even if you're eating alone in the dining room, you're such a shady little archbishop that nobody notices me, I am. This kind of task is better suited than handling affairs in the church. The most prominent manadils and drives don't allow you to infiltrate. You recognized me as the Archbishop."

"That's because you've been speaking up."

When Elsa took up her pilgrimage assignment, it was the minar in front of her who had spoken out in the hallway where no one was. At first, Elsa had the impression that he was an indescribable man, who treated him as a mere suspicious man from that appearance, which was not too clerical. I changed my attitude since I found out about the Archbishop, but I haven't had any respect for him for some time since I met him because Minar is something that doesn't reveal who I am, I just had a normal conversation.

Few had ever spoken to Minar, even when asked by other pilgrims, and many did not even know what he looked like. Surprisingly, it was the same with the temple knights who worked at headquarters. Exactly who worked at headquarters only knew what Minar looked like, but few had ever had a conversation. Aside from the clerical story. Because, at any rate, few people have ever seen him, not even in the form of an archbishop's assistant in Minar.

Elsa was wondering why Minar was calling out to herself, but she quickly found out that she was not a man who felt bad enough to hear about rumors of what was the appearance she tried to look like, but rather the best cutter since entering Arnelianism. The knowledge, the idea, the job. Elsa was secretly respectful, but she was still shocked to be forced to abandon her people in front of her. Imagine what the man in front of you would do, and consider the possibility again.

But the words Minar connects to further betrayed Elsa's expectations.

"Naturally, you're the one who's behind me."

"What?"

Totally unexpected words. Totally Elsa eats face to face. Minar laughed a little bittersweetly when he was looking at me.

"Don't look like that. Did you think I was in love with you?

"Hey, what..."

"Just kidding."

Even then, Elsa was taken aback. I didn't know Minar would make jokes like this. Though I knew he was a man who liked jokes more than he looked.

"That's not how many people in the church seem to be able to replace me. Anyway, they're just like walking in clothes. But the organization doesn't just walk away from it. You know what I mean?

"That's for sure"

"Organizations need people who can work behind them. Like me or you. Earlier, you thought about choices that would help you at the expense of these guys, or even Eliza. Didn't I?"

"... you're right"

He looked like Elsa had scuffed a bitter bug. But Minar broke his face a little here.

"That's fine. Whether you actually do it or not, people who think about it are important to this organization. That's why I serve Miriazal. Not only is that fox a virgin, but she can also make cold decisions if she needs to. But it is not good for a group leader to dye his own hands in evil. That's why you need me. He knows my worth, and he likes that point. What's even better..."

That's it, Minar cut the words. What Minar really likes about Miriazar is that while Miriazar makes a cold decision, the core is emotionally profound. I guess that she makes a cold decision is like tearing herself apart. I used to see Miriazal with one head in the office and in the private room many times as I was sneaking around observing Miriazal with the magic of disappearing what Minar recognized as no one to go out to the right. That is why he is risking his life to serve Miriazal. I wish I could replace my shoulders with some of the pain.

The different way he describes it, and his pledge of allegiance to Miriazal again is no different than that of Manadil or Druid. No, it could be more than them when it comes to loyalty. If Miriazar told Minar to slash his neck on the spot, he was prepared to drop his own without any hesitation, at a stage when Minar could decide it was necessary. That is the loyalty to Minar and the return to Miriazal for taking a man from an orphan, who had no track record whatsoever, up to the Archbishop.

Continued