The Branded Female Fencer

And this is the Alphilis and the others. In the meantime, we came to the conclusion that treating Nia as quickly as possible was a prerequisite, and Aerial drove his horse's silphide in the lead of the Utility, leading him inside the Utility. Later, there remains Alphilis, Miranda, Lisa, and even all of them. I'm just waiting for the maple to rendezvous with me at a slightly bigger tree that will now be a landmark.

"In the end, you're in this face. Miranda."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah."

"Speaking of first, first face, as long as you're lonely considering you're traveling in that big crowd."

"I hope Nia's okay. I'm not comfortable here either, and I just want to leave soon. Shouldn't we have made up our minds about what happened after that? I'd like to hear your thoughts, Miranda? Are you all right, sir?

"No, think a little bit."

I wonder if Lisa also has anxiety. She has more mouth count than usual and speaks to Miranda diligently, but Miranda was up there somewhere because of her thinking. As far as Alphilis was concerned, he said earlier that he was going to the water field and left alone. Lisa's sensor capability makes sure it's safe, so there's nothing wrong with it so far.

"Thinking. What?

"Yeah, I thought we were totally out of hand."

"... that was also felt by Lisa. Maybe he didn't want to kill us from the start."

"Do you think Lisa would, too?

Miranda, blue eyes intersect Lisa's gaze. Lisa's eyes are invisible, but she still looks in the same direction that the other person's eyes are when we have a conversation, because the way she looks at her face isn't the same as a normal person. If you're just a blind person, you'll somehow just see it, but Lisa, the sensor, behaves little differently than a healthy person because she also knows exactly where the other person's eyes are. For lack of light in the eyes, the expression of emotions from the eyes is a little scarce. But Lisa was confused, angry, and anxious in her eyes. Miranda could see various emotions floating around.

"Yeah. If you're going to kill us, the first unintentional hit will suffice. Fenna's buddy Seeker was a blow. And with all that strength, you'd have more than 100 times to wipe us out. Plus, it still seemed to leave a lot of room for that lifeless"

"... isn't that the best you can do?

"It's horrible, though. I don't know if he's too strong to be familiar with it as far as I could sense, but I'm pretty sure it's not full force. There was still a lot of magic."

"Plus immortality... oh, my God. If those are my enemies, no, human enemies."

Miranda did not speak of it, but she also considered the possibility that humanity would no doubt perish. If it is stronger than Miriazal, is it possible to strike a hand as the Arnelian Church? Not even Miranda knew all the circumstances of the Arnelian Church, the dimension of the battle was too much over the clouds, and Miranda could not grasp the whole picture of things.

When this happens, Miranda resents herself for being self-inflicted and living properly. Even though I wondered why I hadn't used this immortal life with clearer goals, it was already a late festival. And while I knew I was immortal, I had myself somewhere in my mind to relieve myself the moment Alphilis tried to release the second curse. This will help me, he said. That was unforgivable to Miranda. I should have sworn I'd never sacrifice anyone else for myself since I lost my lover because of me. It's supposed to be my body for that.

"(In the end, the essence of the athlete hasn't changed... you remain sloppy and petty. I want to be strong... strong)"

Lisa stopped by worryingly to see if there was such a glimpse of Miranda's insides.

"Miranda, are you sure you're okay? It kind of feels pretty depressing."

"Mm-hmm. Honestly, I'm depressed"

"You can't even do it. But if you can put it in your mouth, you'll still be fine..."

Sorry, Maple's back.

Only a handful of people have spoken out blocking the conversation. There are three of them on one knee and they are stuck.

"So you're telling me you don't like that"

"I'm sorry. This is all we know."

"... well no. You got away better than that. Uh, maple?

"This is an excessive word. I was so full of pity to escape. In addition, we apologize for the delay in the rendezvous when a large number of Explorers entered the settlement and fled to avoid being found."

Maple lowers its face one step deeper. If you fail in your mission, you die. Miranda had been told that silence was such a thing, and in fact Zi advised her to abandon the maple and run away. But Miranda wasn't convinced, and I had an idea.

"I don't care about that, you have a life. What about the enemy pursuit?

"No, that man disappeared after that. The same applies to the skeletons of my men. Seekers are looking for blood, but they're no longer around."

"I see, then you're relieved. I need you to do more than that."

"Ha, what a"

Zi answers.

"I want one to stand for the Apostle, first of all for the Supreme Bishop. I want you to tell me what happened here. I want to hit my hands as soon as possible, including about that enemy. Make sure the text is delivered now."

"Yes."

"The next one wants you to look for Fenna and Kazas. If he's alive, maybe the Seeker's rescuing him, but I want him to see it through, including life and death. Because you're one of my most important associates. So, if you're alive, I want you to tell Fenna to come visit Arnelia. I want Fenna to try to do this herself, but I hope that whoever stands on the messenger will mediate between Fenna and Arnelianism as it is. In some cases, we think about protecting the Seekers in Arnelianism."

"... Copy that."

Now Zi's answer was a little dull, but things just had to stay the same. If Arnelianism accepts a large number of seekers who are recognized as dark elves in the world, it will call for major ripples in society. Zi was also convinced of the mission because this was Miranda, the head of the pilgrimage, but it was clear that Zi could not have understood how otherwise he could have done so arbitrarily, even if he had been told to listen to Miranda's instructions on Miriazal's orders.

Plus Miranda goes on.

"So, we'll still be monitoring Atashi, won't we?

"Yes, I'm afraid so"

"Then I'll leave it to Zi to decide what kind of candidate you want. Atashi will now write to the Master"

That's what Miranda said and quickly removed the paper and pen from her luggage. Things like replacing ink can create substitutes in a Miranda good formula. Moreover, we will carefully work to ensure that only letters float in a special way. Miriazal is the only one who knows how to read this letter, and it is what Miranda used to suggest to Miriazal because of the need.

Zi opened her mouth abruptly when she waited until she finished writing the letter.

"Dear Miranda, may I have one from you, too?

"What?

"What are you going to do after Lord Nia's treatment?

"You know what? As far as I'm concerned, it's north of the prairie, so I was wondering if I could just go through the swamp."

"But over there, in what they call 'swamps without returning'?

Lisa came pinching her mouth. That would be natural, too. Why are there no humans coming in from the north side of the prairie? For one thing, the northern streets are lonely (rusty) among the three big streets, and there are few pedestrian streets themselves. In order to enter the prairie again, we need to get quite far from the streets.

Furthermore, on the north side of the prairie is the 'Marshlands Without Return' near the centre. The Lost Forest extends to the east and the Mourning Valley extends to the west, so that they can only enter from practically the south. There seems to be the most way out, but it doesn't make a difference that the average adventurer can't possibly know, and it's also a pretty dangerous road.

But Miranda made it clear even if she wasn't confident.

"There are marshy streets... I know Atashi"

"I see. So was that rumor true"

Zi seems to have an idea and was convinced. But Lisa doesn't know what to do.

"Rumors?"

"Oh, actually, if it's the Arnelian Church -"

"Wait!

Lisa suddenly blocked Miranda. Tension runs on that face.

Continued