The Branded Female Fencer

Behind the Scenes of the Demonic Church, Part 3 - False Friendship

"Why don't you come out already, Hidun... was it?

"Have you noticed? She's more alert than I thought."

"Because this is my realm. I don't have to know anywhere else, and I don't think you can let me."

"I see. That's all you have to offer us."

One of the shadows of the cherry branches turns into a human form and rises up as it is. When the shadow clearly took shape, it turned into a nervous young man with a missing cheek.

"I'll see you first. I am Hidun."

"Nice to meet you, but you don't know if it's right. Were you the one who sent the demon to me?

"I gave it to you, but I guess you figured it out as soon as possible. But it doesn't make any difference that he was interacting with my demon."

"I see. So, what is your position in your organization?

Shino's eyes add a little sharpness. In his eyes Hidun looked from the front, but even when he looked into his somewhere murderous eyes, Shino stared back without any fright.

"What position do I take have to do with this place?

"Yes. I guess I have succeeded in gaining a certain amount of trust in you guys at a time when direct dialogue is possible, rather than interacting with the user demons, but I want to talk to more people than executives to have a belly-breaking discussion. You can't talk about the bottom line."

"I see you're not just a worldless little girl. Don't be presumptuous, there are no useless people in our organization. If I show up in front of you, I don't mind that everyone thinks I'm an executive. By the way, I'm second in position, assistant to our chief. Happy now?"

"To some extent. If that word is true,"

"A suspicious woman."

Hidun took the letter out of his nostalgia as he leaked a sneaky laugh. It was strictly sealed, and the contents could not be found out.

"What's that?

"It shows what you should do. If you act on this street, it will be very easy for us to plan for the future"

"I see. If something is inconvenient or something, or who should I report the results of my actions to?

"There is no need to report it. You will be one of our pawns in the future. Therefore, the behavior is monitored by us sequentially and no report is required. And if you fail, you will die alone. That's all. Don't get me wrong, it's not like you and we are equal or anything. If you find out you're useless, that's all we can do."

"Very well, then. Let's do that. So, it's the reward of the dawn for my successful actions..."

"I know. Autocratic rule of the Church of the Apocalypse, by the Qing Dynasty alone, right? I'll work out all the plans for that, don't worry. If there's anyone in the way, I can rule it out."

Hidun stared at the poetry. In his eyes was a mixture of the colour of contempt that sees objects and at the same time the colour of pity.

Did Shino realize the meaning of his gaze, this time shifting his fu and eyes away from Hidun?

"So that's it, then? We ask you to leave this place before anyone asks."

"If the ghost princess asleep there asks, it's important. The weaknesses, the power, the terrain of the clan of the valley of a thousand strings, which you were somewhat hearing from Princess Yiu. Because we invaded based on them. Damn, she's a big bitch, you are. You betrayed your friends for your own sake."

"... please pick it up. Wouldn't it be more convenient for you if I were a bastard?

"Yes, it is. But the minute is awkward. Desires not worthy of their length ruin not only themselves but their surroundings"

"Please, pick it up."

Poetry bowed his head on the spot and didn't even try to move as it was. Seeing it, Hidun saw that he was unwilling to talk to himself any more, and left the scene without sound.

And after Hidun's signs disappear completely, Shino slowly raises his head.

"I don't even have to be told by you or anything. I'm ready for that."

That's right, I didn't make anyone listen to me. When Poetry shrugged, he spread the letter in his hand.

Alphilis was in trouble.

"Hmm, what shall I do?"

It is unusual for Alphilis to have a head to worry about. No, actually, she's more worried about all sorts of things than her surroundings think, but it was unusual for it to surface and cause so much trouble that she could see around her.

The salvation is that this is a joyful kind of problem. What is its content?

"Alfie, did you look through the paperwork?

"Yeah, Lisa. I went through the first street."

Dozens of paperwork in front of Alphilis. Its content is its own universal history, spelled out by the individual as determined. So far, it was a resume or something. There it was written from height and physique to good weaponry, born and raised, as a warrior, or from my background and good fight as a magician to my dietary preferences. The last item, "Describe the heterosexual type of preference and your sexuality", must be a Lisa or Rosetta prank, though.

The documents spelled out humans who had applied to the mercenary regiment in Alphilis. Rosetta and Aerial chose among them. They judged mainly by practical skills, but in witchcraft, Larna. Some people were left saying Lisa was "concerned" even after losing the election again. That number, the top 53. These are the people who gathered in this mercenary regiment while Alphilis was gone. By the way, the number of people who came here after hearing rumors about this mercenary regiment was more than ten times that. Of course, the information manipulation of Lisa and the Arnelian Church is a gift.

This was, by the way, among the buildings that Alphilis had Miriazal prepare for the creation of a mercenary regiment: a three-story building, in the center of its top floor, the office of Alphilis was prepared. The building is built with special lumber called "Tricarla". Common building materials use wood dry, but this was a tree containing large quantities of sap and a very strong making tree against fire. On the other hand, it was the best building material in terms of both hardness and elasticity, and if the sap volatilized, it would have the effect of restoring fatigue. On the other hand, it has the disadvantage of being difficult to process, but the craftsmen prepared by Miriazar let it do so in a brilliant short time. I let them make it in less than a month while Alfie Reese was gone.

There was a bookshelf lined up in the Alphilis room as far as the study, and a desk beside it for Ekla to do her job. To get her to help her with her work. Since the reception room for external customers is separate, the interior was simple because it was used as a pure office room, but beside the office room there was even a room for taking a temporary sleep, which was the creation of a blame for being there at the time. Alphilis was troubled by one of them. Speaking of Ekla, he went out to the city hall early in the morning to find out the history of Arnelia here and its streets as quickly as possible. By the time I get back, I guess I'll have a grasp on this land on the big side.

And you boiled your business to Alphilis, who didn't come out of the room, and Lisa grabbed into the room. The time was almost past noon, but Alphilis remained troubled in the morning. Even in the morning, Alphilis slept twice with dignity, so it hasn't actually been that long since he woke up. Because I found out about it, it's mostly a faceless Lisa, but I see a slightly irritating look on her face.

"Alfi. We can't move either unless we get a decision on what we're going to do in the future. I now have each person take an inn and stay there, but the cost of that is being replaced by the Arnelian Church on their shoulders. If you don't hurry, you'll lose your debt, won't you?

"Well, yeah... I was wondering how to sieve it."

"You still think we're gonna squeeze humans out of here?

I don't know about that.

When Alphilis throws a bunch of paperwork, he tries to get out of his chair and leave the room. Lisa dressed to go on from behind.

"Alfi, where are you going?

"Miriazal's place. I'll negotiate a little bit."

"Of what?

"Of war"

The look on Alphilis's face, leaving behind noisy words, somehow looked like a child who had come up with something funny.

Continued