The Branded Female Fencer

"Well, my friend's oblivion. How about an excuse?"

"I didn't run out of words yet, but it's because of you. Well, to be honest... there may be some hostages. Oh, not in a bad way, but does it feel more like a negotiating material than a hostage?

"Hmm... keep going."

Hausen left Alphilis room for excuses as to whether he learned some interest in the word. Alphilis chooses his words carefully and boldly.

"What I'm thinking is the continuous dispatch of the Knights from this country. The story of building a mercenary regiment got me talking during this stay, didn't it? So what bothered me was how to maintain mercenary discipline. Some will lick me because I am a woman, no matter how I make the code of the squad. I wish I could inflict severe punishment on such people, but there are slippery holes in something called discipline. Sooner or later, the bigger the regiment, the more evil people will show up with those holes."

"What does that have to do with renting our Knights?

"With the disciplined beside us, it would be somewhat of a norm. The air on the spot is important again. At the festival, everyone would take off their wings, wouldn't they? Just like that, if you let the disciplined air flow from time to time, it's likely to be a deterrent. And no matter how good the air, it will cloud if you stare. Always let the new winds blow in the crowd."

Seeing Alphilis speak with pleasure, I think this is a unique idea for mercenaries. No, even on a national basis, there can be joint military exercises, or dispatches, in allied countries, but I imagine in Hausen's imagination that Alphilis is going to involve all countries, or even the people of the Beasts and Meurice, to create a mercenary corps. It's an overly ridiculous idea if the average person asks, but with Alphilis, I felt like I would do it if I were a disciple of my best friend, whom I feared sincerely.

"Well, I don't think it's gonna work."

"It's not good to frustrate you without even trying."

"You're young, but is that good? But I want to hear one thing. What if I were to drop your neck without saying whether or not I was here?

Hausen asked with a non-toxic face, but Alphilis responded with a poisonous tongue.

"I'm sorry about that, but I was wondering if I was going to get the Chancellor's head."

"Stupid, how?

"Here's how."

When Alphilis sounded his fingers properly, suddenly Aerial appeared behind Venn, and Tasha and Lakia appeared behind Hausen. Uti is also on top of Alphilis' shoulder at some point. Hausen eaten by the emergence of abrupt humans, but soon regains his calm.

"Right, witchcraft"

"That sort of thing. It's a witchcraft of perception inhibition."

"I see Aldrius still used a lot of sorcery. Otherwise, wouldn't things be so convenient to carry?"

Alphilis spoke well before Hausen, who was finally convinced, but not that she used witchcraft. In fact, it was used by Lakia, but Alphilis thought that there was no need to inform Hausen about it.

Aerial is not putting the knife that creaked at the time of the meeting against Venn's throat, but Venn nevertheless did not make it slight. Alphilis was surprised that Venn might have been the one who was less upset than Hausen.

And Hausen takes a surrender stance.

"Hmm, you're my loss here. Then my daughter will keep it with you, as promised earlier. And I also send knights from my country on a regular basis. Is that what you want from me?

"Well, let's talk about the details. And you're a very helpful person to talk to."

"What, I just didn't want to stain our house with blood. We'd rather not get hurt, wouldn't we? Shall we change places again then? I wonder if the details are in my study."

"I don't mind."

"Then come after a little while. Let's get ready for a discussion."

When Alphilis nods, Hausen, with Venn, tries to put the garden behind him. Looking at that back, Aerial approached Alphilis softly.

"Alfi, that man who says Ven"

"I knew Aerie thought the same thing, didn't she?

I look at Aerial with a face with a sinister alphilis.

"That guy is stronger than I imagined. Maybe strong enough to line up with Alberto"

"I don't know who Alberto is, but if this one was serious about killing them on that occasion, we would have been in danger, too. Perhaps that knight, whether he was decapitated or not, would not have stopped advancing to protect Hausen. I felt so impatient. Is that the knight?"

"A knight is a race troublemaker. You don't mind your own life for your husband, do you?"

Looking at Venn's back as he left, Alphilis realized the horror of a creature called the Knight, as well as wanting a man who was so loyal to himself.

And Alphilis called out to Hausen trying to get out of the garden, as I recall.

"Mr. Hausen! There's one more thing I need to ask you first!

"Yeah? What is it?

"Don't you know about a man named Truffon?

"Truffon? Oh, that bigoted drinking. If it's about him, you should ask him on 7th Street. Quite a few celebrities, so you'll soon find them"

Hausen didn't have a very good impression either. The reply was a blur. Though Alphilis thought it was unusual, she asked Tasha to look for Truffon while she held a meeting with Hausen, and she came to discuss it with Hausen.

Right here.

The next day. Alphilis, who had concluded negotiations with Hausen, had gone to a painting on Seventh Street in Begrad. To meet Truffon, of course. Alphilis and the others were in front of a house where many humans could live at the same time, said to be a collective dwelling. The idea of Aldrius makes these kinds of housing affordable, but this is intended not only for those with low incomes, but also to make it easier to secure a workforce from other cities and countries.

Well, that's why it wasn't a very comfortable building to live in in flattery. Given the structure, I wonder how many rooms there are on one floor for 20, but I'm surprised that there are no more than two baths or a few of them on each floor. They're sharing everything.

"Alfi, by the way. Who is Truffon and what do we meet for?

"Um, I don't know either. 'Cause you didn't even know Mr. Hausen was Prime Minister, did you? You don't have to know."

"My master is mean, too."

A swallowing utility throws sarcasm as she flies around over the head of the alphilis. But I don't know anything I don't, so I'm just gonna bust Alphilis.

Here is the rumor of Truffon that made Tasha look into it. I'll be living on Seventh Street for some time, middle-aged man who drank for me. I thought it was creepy because of my bad love, and I was famous for helping old people who were falling through, refraining from crying children, and arguing about fights, as someone who did good on the back of their backs with a laid back wind. And only when he became a counselor to the residents of Seventh Street, saying that the cost of living is covered by doing a doctor's imitation.

He was also famous as a fairly bigoted person at the same time, barely dealing with those who sought help themselves, and basically hated the thing of nobility. Hausen's lack of a good impression also led Hausen to consider him a sage and to go out directly and make various gifts, but all the gifts were returned with them and all the visits were refused. By the way, shortly after Truffon said he was "busy" and paid for Hausen's visit to the front door, he invited the beggar, who walked from behind Hausen the moment Hausen turned his back, into his own room to "talk to him because he's free". In contrast, he was angry that the servant Hausen had also been insulted, and had made himself angry.

Why did Aldrius tell you to visit such a person? Alphilis was on the other hand inexplicable, even exciting.

Continued