The Branded Female Fencer

Miranda, take your seats off.

"Let Atashi stay. Is that it? Then Atashi's a little outside too..."

"Let me tell you what to do! Not at all. He'll be back..."

Miriazal slaps his hand as he bumps. One woman who showed up there.

"Zi, show him the first Deep Green Palace in a long time. Because many parts of it are different from when he used to live there. And see the current Archbishop, too, right? I'm not alone."

"Uh, who is that bald guy? Are you sure your name is... Brantos?

"That was a bald spot before. He retired sick. Driffin's not old, and he's replacing another human being now."

"It is. So, who's bald now?

"Not so much baldness... but baldness."

It's a terrible conversation. Nobody thinks this is the conversation of Arnelian representatives known to the world as' Virgin '. Of course, as Anorn and the one who reigns at the top of the pilgrimage, its existence is widely known and respected within Arnelianism. Very few have seen it, but it is always considered a kind of title because the culmination of the pilgrimage has been named' Anorn 'for many years.

Of course, it is a misunderstanding, but it does not explain that Anorun is immortal, and it is convenient to leave it as it is. They behave appropriately outside of the Deep Green Palace, but the women of the Deep Green Palace are always impressed that it is something that often does not blur.

The conversation between Miriazal and Miranda, which sometimes laughs and sometimes throws things at each other and fights, is a specialty of the Deep Green Palace.

"Now baldness is not manadil."

"Ugh! Manadil is not that awesome looking guy!! You're bald!?

"Yes, unfortunately. The Archbishop seems destined for baldness."

"That's a nasty fate. If you live long enough, you don't want to know the end of the person. Well, I'm gonna see that bald guy for now and make fun of him."

Miranda left, saying so. Manadir was also one who had heard Miranda speak before that. Sometimes I didn't feel like Miranda at that time, so I happened to tell her something serious, but since then, Manadil has been impressed with Miranda's life. Of course there is no direct knowledge of the two of us.

But sadly, Miranda only thought about Manadil so much as, "Oh, you have a nice guy." Miranda will be quite beautified in the manadil, but in less than a moment his ideal statue of Sister will be collapsing.

And after Miranda leaves, Gwendorf and Miriazar stay, and she signals the lady officers, including Tsuko, to leave all of them.

"Well, now I can talk to you all the time, Lord True Dragon."

"Oh, it's been 500 years since we've had this discussion together?

Gwendorf quietly sips tea and sees Miriazal. And Miriazar also turned magically toward Gwendorf again.

"It's about 500 years old. The verse learned a variety of insights in your conversation. I've only spoken to you for a few moments, but I think I've enjoyed more than a hundred years."

"It's no big deal. I haven't told you the key thing, and it's your power that has made Arnelianism so much bigger. I gave you some direction on how to run this church, but in the end, you chose it for yourself."

"But without you, the sacrifice would have been even greater, and maybe the war season wasn't over. If you think about it, you can be considered a Shadow Merit."

"I have my prospects, you don't have to thank me. Let's talk more about what's happening now."

Yes, Gwendorf has met with Miriazar. No, not just Miriazal, he has been there several times directly to meet those who felt deeply involved in the history of the humans. It was Gwendorf who gave the original hero Dayadarn the knowledge to crusade against the Demon King, and he has been secretly involved in human history to guide the humans. That was his way as the Five Wise Men. Miriazal and Gwendorf also had contacts in the process. It was Gwendorf who had spotted Miriazar as a demon, but he judged her to be a person and stepped on her as trustworthy. Though he is not the first true dragon to be involved with her.

Time went by and Miriazar succeeded in playing a part in ending the war period, also influenced by Gwendorf. The origin of the idea of the current system of the Arnelian Church is also what I came up with in my conversation with Gwendorf. Gwendorf turns back to Miriazar when he puts down a glass of tea that has cheerfully begun to warm up.

"What do you want to hear? I have a pretty good idea."

"Yes, as you probably guessed, it's about the purpose of the enemy leader, Oranzebul."

Miriazar said clearly, but Gwendorf's reaction was dull.

"You mean that? I'm afraid you can't answer that from me."

"Why? He is a former Five Wise Men, in the same capacity as you. You don't know what that person's intentions are, do you? You don't think he's going to be sheltered?

"No, it's not"

Gwendorf waved for the first time. His face is all the more cloudy.

"It's a pitiful story, but it's the first time I've met him, too. I didn't even know one thing about the thoughts and worries of the person I called my friend. I, for example, am a fool inferior to any learned human being in Ichii. How dare you say I'm a wise man?"

"You don't have to be so humble. Let's change the question."

Miriazal, who said so, had no compassionate look on Gwendorf's face. I also thought she was arrogant, such as worrying about True Dragon, and because at the same time she wasn't going to add any palm to the Orange Bull. Miriazal had already decided to wipe out the aurangebull from this world at all costs.

"What are the weaknesses of the Orange Bull?

"No. He was the most magical of all of us. He's the one who created the very theory of converting from the Spirit to magic, and in that sense, he can change his name to" the sorcerer's beginnings. "Or even a true wizard. My power as a species is better than mine, and if he cared about it, he could have won against all the other Five Wise Men. Most of all, he was one of the warmest of us, so I'm sure he's never even had that idea."

"I see. As a magician, or a wizard, you mean perfect. Then let's throw away the head-on battle. It's more convenient."

Miriazal's eyes add even more light. In his eyes dwelt the determination of those who were prepared.

"Here's the next question. Any weaknesses in the Orange Bull? It's not like there's only one high elf with him, is it? Something. He must have a daughter, a lover, a brother... some kind of weakness."

"Trying to take hostages?

"If necessary"

Miriazal's eyes glow demonically. It is the way she has repeated before, and she did not hate to disparage the head of the hostile forces or take hostages if necessary. Miriazal knows very well that it's not all about a phase that just beauty can survive.

But naturally, Gwendorf's reaction was cold.

Continued