The Branded Female Fencer

"I was an orphan. I was sold by a slave trader and lived as a slave until I was 8. He was picked up by the Arnelian Church because a new slave had arrived and where he was expelled from the house where he had been bought. And I started where I couldn't even read the letters, and in about seven years I arrived at my current place. There would have been competition with the nobility in that course. Sometimes I give instructions to the nobles in my current position. But in Gloria, nobility, civilians, etc. have nothing to do with who they are or where they come from! Everything you've won through your efforts! Are you going to deny not only my life, but Gloria herself!?

"Oh, that's..."

"Plus nearly half of six years is from common people! Your words are insulting to many here, aren't they? Once you know that, say what you just said again!

As the Bruns looked around, many upper classmates looked at him with murderous eyes. To the sight, the servant Bruns also swallows a sawdust and a saliva.

"It's a battlefield with life and death, and nobility and civilians make no difference! By and large, you..."

"Keep him around, Miltre."

A quiet voice broke in, blocking Miltre's words. The golden hair draped down to the moulded mouth, how elegant it seemed, a beautiful boy walked over to them.

"Marion."

"Ma, Dear Marion..."

"Oh, do you know me?

A beautiful boy called Marion snaps his neck when he sees the Bruns react. When Bruns stood up correctly, he replied with his hands on his chest as a tribute to those who were even more stately.

"Yes, of course it is! Are there others who do not know the King Prince of the Fatherland Ormekis!

"Oh, I see. You're a nobleman in our country, aren't you? What's your family name?"

"It's Landbrough, Prince!

The Bruns replied tediously, nervously all over the place. My clothes are dirty with the stuff I reflux from my stomach, so it's not a funny outfit, but the person doesn't seem to be the other way around. Wherefore the prince of his kingdom is in sight. For the Bruns, he will be a sword-giving master in the future.

Marion also nods, hmm, without worrying about Bruns' dirty outfit or anything.

"I see, the trace of Viscount Landbrough? I heard you say you were here for once, but I didn't know it was you."

"Ha, it would be an honor if you could remember!

"Oh, I don't think you'll forget, will you? Whatever. I'm gonna have you go to the punishment room now."

"Huh?"

Bruns replies out of the way. Even though the face was missing.

"That would be so. He didn't even listen to Miltre, his superior officer, and insulted the quotes, superiors and other unspecified numbers slashed by his peers during his training. This isn't weird if you're in the military."

"Oh, no..."

The Bruns go pathetically blue. My eyes are swimming and sloppy with unpleasant sweat. Perhaps it would be natural if the prince of his country told him to impose a maximum sentence. Marion goes on even further.

"That being said, this isn't the military, and extreme sentencing is just fine. So instead, I'm going to make amends for my life in the punishment cell, but what's Miltre's opinion?

"I think that's fine. Who disagrees!?

To Miltre's words, no one upperclasses disagree.

"Okay, then it's settled. How long would it take?

"Right... what do you think of Crudas?

A boy called Crudas comes forward. This one has blonde hair, but what a stern face she looked like. In the face of it, Jake felt a sense of vision. Like someone else... but such Jake's thoughts are momentary. Crudas is quiet, but he starts talking with a clear voice.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, about 10 days would be reasonable."

"Hmm, I think I could do 14 days or so."

"You're both sweet. I think you can throw these guys in for about January. I'm not relieved that these savages are going to give me a sword in the future, so I want you to slap me back on the sexual roots right now."

Marion said something harsh as he grinned, so Miltre also looked just "terrible," but if it was about people in his own country, Marion would have a minute.

By the way, a punishment chamber is living in a room with nothing but one cobblestone bed. The sun is not good, the windows are fitted with iron gratings, the doors are made of iron, and they are made to give exactly the kind of obstruction that sinners live in. Furthermore, those who enter the punishment chamber start in the morning with the help of the dining room and, in the absence of classes, the assistant to the instructor. Tough training as a punishment after school, followed by cleaning the toilet, helping to plant the cafeteria, cleaning the school building, etc., is put to work so much that there is no time off. I can't actually give you a holiday. If you enter the punishment chamber, you will be treated irrelevantly by nobles and civilians alike. Of course, this is the code of iron in Gloria, adapted in case a royal family like Marion is to enter. Those who grow up by their status and status are awaiting a tough test.

"Okay, then January."

"Oh, that's terrible! Dear Marion!"

Marion stabs Bruns in the face for help.

"Is that what you're gonna say to me? March, then."

"Hey, hey..."

"... shall I take you there already? I'm starting to feel sorry for him."

Were the servant Miltre also frightened, he walks the Bruns to the punishment chamber.

"Fourth grade, come about three! Show this guy how to live in a punishment chamber!

"" "Got it!

"I'm sorry, Crudus, can you ask for a later one? I'll go to the instructor and tell him what happened."

"Fine, I took it"

I'm sorry.

That's how Miltre disappeared from the training ground with a small poke at Bruns' back, who was suddenly self-defeated. And when Crudas called out to return to training, he gradually, but until then, went back to the classroom landscape. When Jake is also a little distracted by the unexpected, Marion and Crudas walk in there.

"The people of my country bothered you, didn't they?

"No, that's not..."

"You don't have to hide it."

Marion speaks kindly to Jake, who is dissatisfied but cares less to say it to Marion.

"Actually, their tyranny has been the subject of discussion in other grades. I pretended not to know him earlier, but I knew him. Miltre also told me that if I had a chance, I would send her to the punishment chamber once and I would have to tell her exactly how tough this place is. You can do it this time, but either way, he will have gone to the punishment room. You saved me a lot of trouble. [M] Even so, Viscount Landbrough is a fine man. I don't know how that son is."

"Ha... so, 'they' means"

To Jake's sharp point, Marion tries.

"I'm a Dute Hilde lady. She can do whatever she wants again. You're gonna take your own mansion butler or lady to school for lunch break, right? Take the liberty of occupying the school courtyard. The instructors have also cautioned several times, but there has never been any sign of getting it right. If I were the daughter of a prime minister of a country, I wouldn't be able to say anything far-fetched, and pretty much everyone is in trouble. The grades themselves are excellent, and even worse. From a standpoint, you can only speak equally to people like me, but that's going to create extra diplomatic friction, to put it mildly."

"... I'll take care of it."

"Ho."

I vomited a breezy word that Crudas was slightly impressed with.

"Why?

"I gave it a little bit to my family, and I'm not leaving it like that. That's why I'm not willing to use violence against girls, but... oh, I guess I'll grow up when no one else tries to discredit me. Anyway, it's something in our class, so I was wondering if we could finish it."

"Phew."

Now Marion nodded as impressed.

"I see. If we fit in our own class, that lady won't crush her face that much either. I was worried about what I would do if my senior class advised me that I wouldn't be facing that young lady, but if I had you, I'd leave it to you."

"It doesn't always work... not necessarily."

Jake had never spoken to a royal family before, so the language didn't work. See how it goes, Marion laughs with pleasure.

"You're funny. That's okay, because here it's not Marion the Prince, it's just Marion the Knight Apprentice. I'm more comfortable with that."

"May I, then, Mr. Marion?

Sure, sure.

Jake was a little nervous when Marion smiled gently. Apparently Marion is not an unpleasant nobleman, as Jake knows. Jake has never known that some people are so solid.

There Crudas pinches his mouth.

"I punished that boy, but you also need punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, because I punched his classmate, his belly, with a wooden sword pattern that wasn't wrapped in a protective cloth. I'm ready."

"Um, fine. Then run along this training wall until I tell you what to do."

"Yes."

Jake makes no objection and runs out as he is, courteously. Marion laughed bitterly when she saw Jake run out.

"You're tough, too. You know all the circumstances, and your brothers are telling you to look at him somehow, right?

"Oh. But there has to be no punishment for just Jake here, it will leave the roots of the scourge between Jake and the earlier boy. Of course the others get a good impression on Jake. The bad news is that boy, and we have to make sure he recognizes it and all around him, but we can't just put Jake on his shoulder here."

"Hehe, that's what the three Lazars say differently. I didn't know you were thinking that much."

Marion looks like he enjoys watching Crudas. Crudas did not change his expression and was pale.

"But his sword moves are out of the group. Wouldn't it be suspicious if we could still fathom it for four years now?

"Right. You won't be able to wield your sword thoughtfully in the same grade, or let them attend more than 5 years of training"

"Oh, I'd love to fight him, too. It's been a long time since I've been on my spine. It's like practicing with you or Miltre."

"Heh, you're a weird prince, Marion."

"I like swords. Strong people, hard working people. I wish people like him were in their own knights. It's not like you ever like to fight, is it?

To Crudas' words, Marion made excuses with a bitter laugh. And they stared at Jake silently running between the walls of the training ground with their own thoughts.

Continued