The Branded Female Fencer

"Do you miss him, or...?

"Yes."

Rusty's words were serious. Contrary, Ray Fan's response was truly unexpected. In response to Rusty's question, he laughed as if he had made a little fool of himself.

"You can't be lonely, can you? He's just a mercenary. Admittedly, there has been a great deal of success in this operation to reclaim the capital, but nothing more or less."

"But..."

"It's just regrettable that he disappeared before giving you a just reward. Because I want to be the right ruler to appreciate my work. Now, more than that, I'm going to get ready to leave, so I'm going to take a few seats off. We're leaving in half an hour, so we're all gonna do it."

When I told him that, Ray Fan pulled into his private room early enough. Later, Rusty and the former director of the whore, with a puzzled expression, were looking at each other.

And the ray fan who pulled into the room stumbled from head to head into bed, regardless of his properly tailored outfit disturbing him. The finest bedding prepared for Ray fans, albeit chronic lack of goods in the war. Pillows made from Fleuré waterfowl feathers. Special resins called galagoms make a big difference in solidity between 20 and 50 years old. Formulated with special methods, they are processed so as not to solidify semi-permanently, and rugs are created that maintain a moderate hardness. And the sheets to be put on them are knitted with saije cloth, which is so fancy that they also buy up a compartment in one roll. A number of bedding with a few fragrances picked in this blossom garden on them is supposed to promise the finest sleep.

But even with that best set, Ray Fan's heart won't rest. She knows a more calming scent than the sumptuousness of bedding and a host of rare condiments.

"Line..."

That name you never speak of again in public. She goes to the Rhine room every now and then and remembers that he was making fun of her. He was a man who looked inert and didn't just neglect to train himself, and his room smelled like sweat somehow. It was difficult to say that the inn was so clean, and there were times when it smelled like mold or even smelled like mold. Still, why did I feel calm with that smell?

"Do I like him...?

Ray fans don't know that kind of emotion yet. When I went to visit Rhine's room, I felt like I was going sweet to my brother, and I had never seen the opposite sex with such eyes. However, when I was beside the line, it calmed me down, and I was sure I could be relieved.

Even when the whores said, "Beard it because you are inert", such things didn't bother Ray fans from the way in, and most importantly, his eyes were always clear. Sure enough, he cut his hair and shaved his beard. He was not as tough a man as Ray Fan had ever seen, but Ray Fan also knew it wasn't everything.

I think maybe I liked a person named Rhine, but she no longer knew if that was a romantic emotion. Even if you want to make sure, there's nothing you can do about it if you're not by your side.

"Rather than spare those who are not, I must move on!

Ray fans jump out of a rammed bed, calling for a female officer and making her look familiar. The dress is based on greenery, named after the Blossom Garden, with red edges on the hem, etc. My feet wear white Niso, and my ear decorations picturesque a red rose. The hair shall be tied up and the hair decoration shall be gold. Though it is a relatively suppressive eye fitting, it retains enough majesty and beauty to go with her appearance. The women who helped her prepare looked to their masters with anticipation at how beautiful she would grow up in the dawn if this were the case at her current age.

Never mind that gaze, Ray Fan went back to the office again when she prepared important documents, inventories, etc. out of hand.

"Shall we come?"

"Yes, my queen"

"It's still before the reign. Besides, the way you call it is tough, so call it 'Ray Fan', as you've always done."

"I will if you order, but it won't be the same in official places."

Fully back in the queen's face, Rayfan speaks to Rusty, but he also returned the best answer as a knight.

While Ray fans remember the loneliness in that answer, I could have expected that these opportunities would continue to increase.

"(You keep leaving me alone...)"

Yeah, Ray fans can't help thinking about it either.

When she walks down a corridor that is still completely unfinished of repairs with Rusty, she goes out into a courtyard reserved for the royal family. There is one flying dragon and one knight dressed in an armored helmet. There are only a few nearest samurai and close guards around. Even though the princess's actions are secret this time. You can't just drop off a grand outing.

"Is that it?

"On your left."

Rayfan observed the knight seriously, but he knows nothing about being covered with armor helmets. However, it does seem strong.

But no matter how strong it is, Ray fans know it has nothing to do with this expedition. Besides, it is also worrying to accompany the untrustworthy. The knight then jumped on the flying dragon before Ray Fan tried to at least order him to lift his heel to see it even in the face of his companion. Rayfan completely missed the opportunity to order.

Those around her just bow their heads to her respectfully, and I guess they're not even trying to observe Ray Fan's intentions or anything.

"Hmm."

When Ray Fan sighed one and looked at Rusty, he only nodded again, too. Inevitably, Ray Fan tries to ride the Fei Long, but she has never ridden the Fei Long or anything.

Though a two-passenger Fei Long, 10 years old, riding is a struggle for Ray fans there. Fei Long's tall. Two to four blushes are available as scaffolding to ride, but the knight on the Fei Long silently offered his hand to Ray fans who put their feet on the second blush and struggled in addition to their thoughts to wake themselves up.

When Rayfan noticed the knight's hand and held his hand, the knight gently lifted the Rayfan with one arm. A knight who rides a ray fan so that he can hold the ray fan in front of himself as he is.

"Ha ha?

"Well, thank you."

When Rusty spoke to the knight, the knight waved silently to answer it. And before Ray fans raised their protest against abusive use, the knight launched the Fei Long.

I was a ray fan clinging to the knight unintentionally with the running vibrations of the Fei Long, but the knight was also manipulating the Fei Long with his crossed hands, holding the ray fan not to fall with both arms again. This is very difficult, but the prepared Fei Long was superior and above all the knight's arm was good, so he proceeded without any problems from launch until the Fei Long stabilized over the sky.

"Ha, expensive"

When Ray fans opened their eyes with less vibration, it was high enough for humans on the ground to look like rice grains. Ray fans win the scare first rather than shine their eyes at this sight.

"Oh, won't it fall?

"I don't have a hema. Besides, if you're as good as this dragon, you'll catch the rider in the air even if he's about to fall."

"Well, that voice..."

When Ray fans looked at the knight's face as it sounded familiar to him in that tone, the knight raised his heel himself.

"It's me."

"Line!"

Ray Fan's face first turned to dismay, and not joy, but dissatisfaction. And she began to slap the breasts of the line.

"Stay, stay! What are you doing?"

"Idiot, idiot! It's not much to disappear without saying anything!! How worried I am..."

And before Ray fans started to cry, the lines were just tears away.

"What, you missed me?

"... yes"

That ray fan's answer was so gruesome that the line I meant to tease ended. As it was, Ray fans nodded their faces at the line's chest and began to cry, so I didn't know what to do with the servant line either, leaving Ray fans to cry as it was.

It was Dance Slave who spoke to such a fold.

"So I told you, Princess, he's a bad man"

"Dancer, don't say anything unnecessary."

"Dancer?"

Ray fans look up in surprise. The dance slave was sneaky fixed on Fei Long's back, so no one noticed.

A dance slave returning to his human appearance laughs gently at Ray fans.

"You'd need a lady to look after the princess, wouldn't you? Besides, if I left the princess to such a savage, I wouldn't know what I'd do. The princess's innocence must be preserved."

"Who gets their hands on a chick like this!

"Who's the chick!

Ray fans held the line's cheeks together with all their strength with both hands, thus disrupting the line's maneuvering. The line, which still couldn't let go of both hands, was made a ray fan but remained.

"Stop. Whoa!

"I don't know!

Ray fans turned that way because of the mess. A dance slave who sees that interaction and laughs when it dulls.

"You don't have any shoulders."

"Whose fault is it, whose!?

"You deserve it! By and large, where were you going after that fight?

To Ray Fan's eyes, Rhine worried for a moment but decided to speak honestly.

"I wasn't playing, but there's actually a lot of things that don't fall on me. I was looking into it."

"Won't it fall to your heart?

"Oh."

Rhine reminds me of what I've been wondering since before this battle. That's Hekatonkail's origin. Where the hell is that monster born? If it's in Krums, where is it? If it is within Krums again, this country will continue to hold bombs from now on.

Suppose it's out of the country. There is also the hand of metastasis magic when you come into Krums, but there will still be a place of production. Likewise, the weapon protective equipment that Hekatonkail was equipped with. Where were you getting those from?

"(You can't transfer anything, so there should actually be an import route)"

The line of thought so sought to gather various pieces of information in the guild while the lay fans carried out the reconstruction of the country. But nothing came up. That's so unnatural already. It's impossible, such as looking into it and not having a single suspicious spot. Unless the line is blurry, there will be one intention intervening there.

From there the line came up with one possibility.

"(That's Guild is' Guru '. It is most natural to think so. When I asked for information before, the receptionist was unnatural. I'm glad these last guys kept it on my own information network. That would make the coming mercenary operation a lot more dangerous... and you'd better figure out how to shake yourself. Be more careful than ever.

But maybe that rumor adds credibility) "

It is a rumor that the line has previously sandwiched its ears. That's what happens in a tavern every day without any weird philosophy. Mercenaries I met in gambling and Rhine were thriving in a liquor store.

One of them mentioned this.

Continued