The Branded Female Fencer

"It's..."

"Bugs, right?"

It was the worm carcass that the line was pinching with its fingers. Size it up for two finger joints. The epidermis is so stiff that even now that it has become a carcass, it is not frightening even if the line forces its fingers.

The line takes that bug seriously again.

"You've never seen a bug before."

"Show me, too."

Nora receives and observes bugs. Even if it's that or this for my hand, I'm not sure Nora knows.

"It's the first time I've seen it, too, but does it resemble a beetle living in the south? You might find out if you ask our Hyuna."

"Does he use bugs, too?

"Even so, it's enough to use it to contact me. Besides, it's not very precise. Well, honestly, as an assassin, it's less than second-rate, but still only knowledgeable, so you'll be able to answer the line's questions better than mine. We can engage, but do we still have time to get out of here?

"I'm leaving early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, let's go back to the whorehouse."

As Rhine and Nora hurried back to the whorehouse, Rhine flew the instructions early in the arrow succession and was quickly ready to leave. That day was just as intense a streak for him, so it is time to take a liquor bottle in his hands for a rest.

"Rhine, you got it."

"Hmm? Oh, you mean the bug"

I heard Nora with the sound of knocking on the door, and when the line opened the door of the room, there was Nora and another plain woman standing there. The scabbard is noticeable, and it's a kind of country woman. Perhaps she's just the right person because she often has trouble being the most attractive beauty to assassinate.

But the woman, who was Hyuna, was asthenia, and she came out in front of the line.

"Oh, um..."

"Look, keep your mouth shut, Hyuna!

"Yes! It's that bug, but I think it's the first kind that doesn't live on this continent."

"Not this continent?

To unexpected words, the look of the line tightens. I was even more nervous Hyna when I saw that look, but Nora pulls and slaps that ass.

"Hyuna, don't make me say it again and again!?

"Ha-ha! So, that bug, but the bug on this continent has four basic feathers. In contrast, we have heard that the number of wings varies on the southern continent. The carcasses of as many bugs as you just did have six feathers. And you can also see features in the joints and mouth shapes of the posterior limbs..."

"Details are fine. There are two things I want to ask you."

Rhine blocked Hyna's story and asked the question. Huna's story is going to be long, so we blocked it as soon as possible.

"Does this bug fly while spinning?

"It's possible. I've heard that some worm users have seen such worms before"

He's a pain in the ass.

The action of 'deciding' creates a powerful killing force. Sword moves have those things too, and if you rotate fast with the hardness of the bug ahead, it will penetrate easily if it is coarse armor. Rhine remembers that some soldiers actually got their heads blown off with every helmet.

"One more thing. Is there a way to deal with this bug?

"Is that a countermeasure? That's hard for me to say..."

"Then stay and find out. I'll show my face here before the moon goes round again. By then, please."

That's all the line said and tried to close the door, so Nora hurriedly pinches her leg and stops.

"Why? I'm guessing the guy who used this bug did it, didn't he?

"Really? It was helpful, but I don't feel like I'm dead. The guy in that hand is persistent. Plus I have trouble with other guys like him. Next time you see him, just work out what you can do to make it easier."

"I'm really careful with my sloppy personality habits, that's all. I guess that's why I live so far."

Send a word to the line that you don't know if Nora is complimenting you or not. The line seemed to be good either way, so Nora said nothing more, and left the scene immediately.

And Nora and Hyuna also did exactly what Rhine told them to do. The result is the bag thrown by the line. Woolal reacts to the contents of that bag.

"Oh, what's that? You smell terrible!

"Huh? I don't smell anything though. Does an Orc still have a smarter nose than a human? What do you say?

"No, it stinks to smell, but it stinks so bad... odd smell, but what's in it?

Roch answered the Rhine question unexpectedly, so Rhine niggered. I'm good at it, but my alarm is fine dust.

"This the guy? This is a bug repellent incense medicine. If it's a weak bug, it seems to go straight to the afterlife, but it's a substitute for being harmless to humans and beasts. Well, so."

The line now saw Woolal with a serious look.

"Why would a beastly princess react to this?

"I don't know! My nose must be sensitive."

"Even though none of the other beasts respond?

"Because you're a woman, you're naturally sensitive to fragrances, aren't you? How many fragrances do you smell?"

"... that's impossible."

It was Vargo who pinched his mouth. He is also like another father to O'Rall, two of the pattern of a distant brother of his age. Vargo was also close to the royal family of Zamwed, and for a childless Vargo, Oolal was also like his own daughter.

Or maybe he was the most complicated mood to come to this meeting. In fact, during the meeting, he had not left his eyes meditating and armbanding slightly motionless. The Vargo spoke out of the blue. Attention is drawn to nature and to him.

"Woolal comes from the royal family, but the temperament of a warrior. As a princess, I behaved brilliantly in an official setting, but otherwise my time was growing up to be the kind of beast man to hit the workout. I originally loved brushing my martial arts arms. However, that interest has never been in the direction of dressing. Not to mention perfume and other secondary. In fact, when I sent her the fragrance, she said," Do I look like that woman? "

"... could that have happened?

Vargo eats the woolal trying to make a fool out of it.

"Dude, you're forgetting it was only six months ago!? Are you kidding me, who are you!?

"No, Master Vargo. Don't be so angry. As a matter of fact, I still can't remember clearly because of the wounds I sustained in the last fall of the capital. So many memories are vague... and forgive me."

As O'Rall whispered and cried on the spot, Vargo was taken aback and lost his words. Proud of his unparalleled strength on the battlefield, neither can he do anything but tears of a woman. To the grated Vargo, now Roch spoke.

"Princess Woolal, with all due respect, I'd like to ask you something."

"... something?

Woolal answers with his face covered with both hands. Roch asked her such a polite but firm question.

"Actually, I understand your disrespect, and the princess had a sneak escort from me. You are the only survivor of the Zamwed royal family. I don't care what happens."

"I'm very grateful that a brave man like the general would worry about a diaspora like me. Is that it?

"Excessive words, this one hurts. But in fact, the eyes of the surveillance have not been removed all day or even one hour. I also had the sensors on, so you can say I haven't even looked away for exactly a moment. This is a report from that escort, but in their report, the princess has never secretly imitated a way out. Could you give me a satisfactory explanation as to why the princess knew what was going on on on the battlefield after she was injured?

Roch's tone had gradually turned into something of an inquiry. It was also in this content that I gently slapped Dryan earlier. As for Roch, it was really a response to introduce himself to Woolal, but that was beginning to have unexpected consequences.

And under the suspicion of calm Roch, the air in the field is also starting to change gradually. Something's wrong. Yes, when everyone was starting to think, the line cut the fire again.

"I feel like I've seen you lately."

"Well, I don't interact with humans. Not because of your mind?

"Well, then maybe it's your fault. I'm sorry to hear your rude mouth earlier. I'm sorry, but you're right, I might need more land concessions and compensation."

Ray fans looked up at him in surprise at Rhine's sudden words, but Rhine ignored Ray fans and proceeded to talk. To that attitude, a damn woolal laughing. I caught the edge of my mouth and looked at her laughing, and the eyebrows on the line moved tingly.

"So before we talk about it, would you mind getting rid of this unpleasant stinking bag?

"Oh, I can get rid of that bag. Dancers."

Get out before the line clears the bag with a dance slave. Everyone wondered why the two of us needed to go get it, but the line acted fast. Without hesitation at all, the two of us approach the bag once and for all. And the moment the dance slave offered his hand to the line, and the line shook its hand back, there was a single pitch-black sword in his hand.

Continued