The Branded Female Fencer

"I'm sorry, where is that guy?

"Yeah, he'd be in his room."

Ray fans walk out in the direction already told by the familiar whore. Would it have been more than a month since I hid in this whorehouse?

"Damn, don't even show your face these past few days... because you're always going somewhere pretentious"

Ray fans were angry. When you realize it, that guy will always be left fluffy. I wonder if I've shown my face so persistently that there are days when I don't even see my face at all. For Ray fans, who have no one else to rely on but him, this was a very anxious way to treat them.

"I need him to remember a little more about the treatment of ladies..."

"Who's the lady?

"Ahhh!

Suddenly a shadow appeared from the ceiling, so Ray fans were surprised and put behind them. It was the line that was hanging from the ceiling in the rustle. He had his legs caught on the beam and was working out his abs.

The line comes to wake up Ray fans as he lands with a brilliant spin of his body. My body was naked in my upper body and my body was sweating vapor from my workouts.

"(Shh, amazing body...)"

Ray Fan accidentally drank his saliva. This is the first time I've seen a grown man naked, but as much as I still don't have a concomitant figure, Ray fans can tell. I've seen naked statues of men saying they're works of art in the past, but there was a man in front of me with a steel-like flesh, far more forged than that. Ray fan's eyes nailed unexpectedly, and the line he felt it smack Ray fan's forehead wildly.

"Ouch!"

"I'm not looking out for you, kid. Or are you gonna jump in my chest? There you go."

As the line spread its hands and provoked Ray fans, Ray fans began to throw allowances and gradually surrounding objects as they went bright red from embarrassment.

"Whoa, what the fuck!

"You shameless! You just have to stick your head in the vase once and suffocate!

"Oh, boy, he's a stiff guy."

A dance slave sighs as she was messing with her hair looking bored in the corner of the room. At the same time as that sigh, the line grabs Ray Fan's thrown vase well.

"Well... wow."

"Hum!"

The vase contained water. The line caught with the mouth of the vase underneath was, of course, dressed to wear the water. Seeing as the line was silent, Dance Slave broke up.

"You're the one who can't learn either. Even if that girl is a person who stands with one country behind her back. If you treat me like that, you'll be angry."

"That's all I need."

A dance slave puts his neck in the words that the line flutters.

"What do you mean?

"Look, I'm the only one Ray fans can count on right now. But it's not normal for a princess in a country to rely on a mercenary. That's why Ray fans don't have to have fun memories with me. I'd rather you hate me and feel like you're using me."

"... you're unexpectedly thinking about things, you too"

"Naturally."

Stand up as the line splashes its head. The hand was grabbing the towel appropriately and wiping the water worn from his head.

But it's time to move on to our next move.

"What are you going to do? You're sure Prince Muster's back already, aren't you?

"That's it."

The line makes a difficult face. Mustard destroyed Zamwed or no, and summarised the army immediately and triumphed over Krums. It was that motion or electrolite fire, and when it got into a straight line with the people who tried to start a civil unrest by taking on the rebels in Krums, it flattened the rebels in just one day. According to the information that Rhine subsequently gathered, Mustard was encouraging the revolt itself, which became a costume that burned people who were likely to defy themselves and disposed of them simultaneously.

"I was grasping information about the rebellion, and in my opinion, the Zamwed offense should have taken a little longer. Multiplying this gap I was going to make contact with the king and the Ray fans to set the rebels in the capital on fire. That's why I went all the way to Zamwed. I was also going to cut off from this series of disturbances there. But it's too much to talk about. I don't have any mercenaries left."

"Nevertheless, he said Mustard's movements were too vivid"

"Oh, you should no longer throw away the idea that he's a fool. But..."

What did Muster do that for? No matter how insurgent it is, it is an important human resource for the country. When it comes to disposing of it simultaneously...

"I also thought you were an idiot in a different way, but if he's smart, and you're going to wage more war ahead..."

"I see. You said you turned down your hindsight worries?

"It is also considered so. Or."

The line roars.

"Can't think of this... Mustard has no intention of running the country"

"So what are you taking sovereignty for? That's why Tsuji doesn't fit."

"That's what it is - who thought the collapse of the country was visible... seriously"

The line seemed to flash something. As I head straight to my desk, I start writing a couple of things like letters. It was refreshing to know what the dance slave was doing, even if it was a sneak peek into the ciphertext. And not long after Rhine finished writing the letter, he gave it to the whore chief and began to prepare himself to go out.

"Go where?

"Remember the name Zerbados?

"Oh. It's definitely Prince Muster's favorite, and he said someone killed him after his sudden appearance recently"

"He doesn't exist."

To the words Rhine has said away, Dance Slave learns to question.

"What are you talking about?

"Sounds inaccurate. To be precise, it means that no such good person exists. Anyway, Zerbados is from Cold Village, and I couldn't even read the letters until recently."

To the words of the line, first of all. Dance slaves are baffled.

"Why would he do that?"

"I doubt that one, too. He said at one point that a good man of his own was looking for a servant or something, and he received the Zerbados and some of them with money. They said they all talked without asking about the details because it's a poor village, but among them, Zerbados seems to have volunteered himself. But he hasn't heard from me since. Assuming Zerbados himself studied hard and emerged, wouldn't it be weird not to give him a single piece of reliance on his hometown?

"What are the possibilities of someone else?

"The faces are in agreement. It's a rare urban name for Cold Village and the countryside, and I was hoping he'd be born soon. He's a filial guy, and his personality didn't seem that good to him anyway."

"Then what the hell..."

"He's in person. He's someone else."

The line answered lightly. The words bothered Dance Slave even more.

"I have no idea."

"What?

"As someone else, do we need to go out of our way to impersonate someone?

"Clerks are very strict with background checks. Besides, infiltrating bareface would be a dumb story. Plus, he's disguised as a freak, which seems pretty hard to do with magic. If you keep using magic all the time, your magic drains heavily, and if your concentration is disturbed, your shapes will break. They say the easiest thing to do is to borrow some of them and use them. Well, it's outrageous, so if you use it, even magicians will despise you."

"I see. So, what are we gonna do with the line?

Look at the line as the dance slaves reassemble their legs. Dance Slave's thighs get dewy, but Rhine keeps talking as he deliberately keeps his eyes open.

"All I need to know is the king's cheapness. This is all I couldn't find out. So I thought I'd go in for a little bit."

"To the royal palace?

I was also surprised by the insignificant dance slave in this suggestion. I didn't think the line would make a bold suggestion so far.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have a brother-in-law in this country to get that far?

"No, I don't. No..."

"You think I can abandon you?

"... right. No, you don't. I'm sure you've found out."

I can't pretend not to look. More than that, Rhine couldn't let go of what caught her heart.

"(Leave me alone, I didn't do a lot of things. You can't go wrong this time)"

Secret determination of the line. I don't even know that dance slave. And as I was getting ready, the line looked toward the window.

"Whoa, I have to wear a disguise, too. They might know your face just fine."

"Disguise?"

As the dance slave wrapped his neck around him, Rhine touched his mustache, which he could stretch all he wanted.

Continued