The Branded Female Fencer

"... what?

Miranda dropped a glass on the spot with her mouth open. Miranda didn't even seem to notice that Miranda was too distracted, although Miranda quickly cleaned out the glass quietly from the side.

"Now... what?

"I'm telling you if you're not willing to be the supreme bishop instead of the eagle. Most..."

"I'm not kidding!

Before Miriazal could continue, Miranda was tapping the table to expose her anger.

"I don't want you to smell like that! By and large, I didn't like the current pilgrimage assignment. I took that on because you said you could do it, but at some point, I was allowed to come out on my own..."

"Because of the magnitude of my achievements, I can't help it. Even if you are more meritorious than the Lord in the short term, you can't outperform the Lord's achievements in total. I don't know if you think the Lord will work so seriously."

"Just say something unsolicited!

Miranda stood up angrily, trying to put the spot behind her. Miriazal speaking to Miranda from behind her with a sigh.

"Well, listen to me until the end."

"Your lord doesn't want to protect Alphilis as a friend, no, best friend?

"What do you mean?

Miranda turned to the word. Miriazal niggling all the time.

"As it is now, Alphilis will be more and more disadvantaged in this world"

"? Why!?

"You can even think about it and see. Why hasn't Alphilis been targeted by the Magic Church?

"That's conditioned by her master, Aldrius... ah"

That's all Miranda noticed. The Magic Church exchanged terms with Aldrius, but he's already dead. I mean, now that Aldrius is dead, there's no one to protect Alphilis.

Miranda, who didn't even realize that, was ashamed of her uncertainty, but Miriazal was turning her thoughts around after finally realizing it.

"I'll do my best as a crocodile. I've advised Arnelia to set up a mercenary base here, and it's a magic church measure."

"But isn't Tetrastine, the head of the Magic Church, a man who can talk?

"Hmm. Sure, you just seem to have a vain fondness for me, but how seriously do you do that, too? I can't imagine what he meant. Because I'm more belly-black than I am. Besides, do you know how he got the power to overwhelm other magicians?

"No."

"That's..."

Miriazar let Miranda know all she knew about Tetrastine. Miranda is shocked by that truth.

"Stupid, is that possible?

"Whether it's possible or not, this is not true. The upper ecclesiastical level will know this as well as the eagle church. And the witch, of course. Then the witches hate him. But that's not what happens. He's strong. The more you care, the more you can fight me."

"If that's true, what the hell is his purpose..."

"I don't know that. But at least not at odds with the crocodiles. That's why they want to join hands with me."

Miriazal sipped the tea calmly and Miranda took her seat again to sit back and talk.

"But how is that supposed to target the Alpha Reese?

"One is the power of the curse. A little girl under the age of 20 is fighting the hero king to survive. This is a stunning fact. And you may not remember Alpha Reese, but Alpha Reese is paying back the Sorcery Church's crusading troops... and in the form of total annihilation."

"Huh? That kid, not a word of that"

"Didn't we intentionally talk about that, or don't we really remember? I learned recently while I was looking into it, but in any case, there's no way they'd forget about it. Even if Tetrastine shelters Alphilis, that organization does not have as much upward and downward control as Arnelia. I guess there's gonna be some movement somewhere. Alphilis was too conspicuous about this one. Its existence would have been known by various forces. There's no back shield. To protect her, there's power. Didn't I?"

"It's..."

I could feel what Miriazal said to Miranda. I've actually worked with the Sorcery Church's conquest troops several times. They had their own rules, and although they were basically loyal to orders, they were often overshadowed by the judgment of the scene. Especially what Miranda found horrible was its relentlessness. We don't hate civilian sacrifices if we have to, and we don't even care about our lives. For the first time in that thorough battle, Miranda remembers feeling her spine freeze.

If those people really start targeting Alphilis. Or maybe Alphilis will pay you back, but that only attracts further enemies, and most importantly, your people just can't. Miranda began to worry seriously. Look at her like that, Miriazal narrows her eyes.

"Well don't worry about it. I can more or less imagine what the Lord has in mind. At least you were going to use your position? For example, set up a division within the association against black magicians to fit in as its chief, or something."

"Ugh, a prospect."

It is precisely the thought itself that is called Zubari, Miranda that shrinks a little.

"Naturally. I've been with the Lord for over 100 years. And I don't know about you, but I think you're my friend."

"Master..."

As Miranda looked surprised, Miriazal looked a little stinky with her cheek cane on. As time passes, someone knocks on the door of the room.

"Dear Miriazal, it's Elsa."

"Ooh, come in."

Elsa briefly meets Miranda when she enters the room and gives Miriazal a letter.

"This is a list of those who have assembled and given their consent. Please confirm."

"Thank you."

"What are you talking about?

To the untold Miranda, Miriazar showed the contents of the letter. To the names lining up there, I recognize Miranda.

"This is..."

"Yes, the roster of people who make pilgrimages besides your Lord."

Miriazal looked at Miranda, looking at the list, and she niggered.

Continued