The Branded Female Fencer

"Anne? It would be rude not to let her touch her, though her daughter. Where do I get this place?"

"Yes, Your Highness. The king is enjoying himself."

King Swendle was in the midst of some fun, as the lady who snuggled next to the king said. Next door is a luscious woman. He was the king's favorite and had Orlowarge, the most powerful concubine in the rear palace after the death of his righteous wife. Try to get down on your knees around you, ladies offering booze over your head. They exposed their skin uniformly, some of them completely naked. In addition, on the king's large bed, there were two dancers, like just wrapped around metal chains, who were dancing and dancing with thin cloth again. The pussy and others were naturally rounded out, and the generals accidentally wrinkled between their eyebrows at the sight, and Anneclose was dazed.

But there's a keen anneclosure. Get me back soon.

"Father, I know exactly where this is. But when I heard that the king was ill enough not to be able to carry out his duties, I came to see him worried. May I ask what an illustration of this!?

Anneclose's tone is polite, but the tone is quarrelsome. The women who perceived it began to tremble with their hands holding bottles of alcohol. Those who bought the king's unhappiness and were struck in the neck are not alone or two from the time when the king was healthy. King Swendle is brilliant, but he was also famous for his temperament intensity. It was thought that the one-touch tension would run, but the surroundings clapped out as the king loosened his mouth as if to mock Anneclose all the time. By contrast, Anneclose was angry and dyed her face to the vermilion.

"There is no explanation or anything. I give the necessary instructions. Everything else is over."

"Did you say some end, some end? Three days ago, a fire broke out in Castle Town and 12 people were burned to death. There were 19 burned houses and 33 burned residents. Of the burned buildings, two are state facilities. We have created an alternative to the fact that we cannot find a replacement building and its functioning has ceased, but we cannot move because there is no king's decree. Did you say the end of the story?

"Isn't that the end? Why are there prime ministers and home affairs ministers? How many times have I had to tell you not to turn to such resolutions?"

"So you're sure you want to process it here?

"Whatever."

"Then let's just say that's good. From now on, cases that have passed more than a certain period of time will be adjudicated on their own here. But what are the necessary instructions?

Neither does Anneclose pull a step. It takes more to eat at the king, but the king still only laughed lightly.

"That's a big secret of the state. How can you teach my daughter yet?"

"I am royal, too, and I keep one division. You still think I can't teach you?

"That's right. People have their share. Oh, my God."

"... okay"

The king darkly told me that he was completely horny, and Anneclose could not find any more significance in talking to his father. She left a throwaway dialogue at the end as she flipped her fur cloak.

"My king. I don't mean to blame anyone, but I can't blame you as much for not being intoxicated. You have a noticeable beard under your eyes. It doesn't look very good for your age."

The king laughed invincibly against the word, and Orloage next door smiled the other way. Anneclose left the king's room with such impetus as to say yes or no, and walked away early enough. Afterwards, after the generals had offered their greetings to the king, they rushed on. What they wanted to say was almost conveyed by Anneclose, and his subordinates could not pursue further what Anneclose could not say or do. At least we have to set aside the opportunity. It was a smart way to disperse early without upsetting the king.

But they discuss it in a whisper, following a flashy anneclosure.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, there's clearly something wrong with the king. The king, who was so wise, was as if he were someone else. As it is, to that poisonous woman..."

"Don't say anything rare. Still this is the power zone of that poisonous woman."

Shepard takes control of Oswald and the cluster. The two people, annoyed by the voice, looked around, but fortunately there were no figures around. The three lurk their voices even further.

"Anyway, the discussion is our next opportunity."

"Then three nights from now."

"Uhm. Then why don't you bring your own trustworthy companions?

To Oswald's suggestion, Shepard and Cluster looked at each other.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"As it is, the country just rots. We will need to consider the future response in full."

"Seriously, yeah. Then Her Royal Highness can't get involved."

"Exactly, Lord Shepard understands the story."

Satisfied with Shepard's words, Oswald broke up there as he was. Anneclose left the scene unaware of the three exchanges. All that was left was Shepard to think about and a cluster that couldn't keep up with the story.

"Hey, it's Shepard. What was Sir Oswald trying to say?

"The point is, if you needed to, you wanted to say you'd start a revolt"

"Ha, sola..."

"Don't speak up"

He couldn't speak until the end as Shepard gently poked the belly of the cluster. But the face cannot hide the agitation. The servant also dived his voice further into the seriousness of the matter.

"(Are you insane?

"(I'm not the one making the joke. But the only target is a poisonous woman named Orlowarge. Because of the loyalty of your old body, what are you going to do with the king, and then there will be no one in this country who will cooperate just as well. Just like me. I didn't lose my loyalty to the king.)"

"(That's right. How can I say that the king is corrupt, and put it in his hands, etc.)"

"(Uhm. I guess that's why I'm putting up the math to kill that poisonous woman alone. Well, we have to do it in secret. The details are in three days. I have a lot to look into by then, too. Lord Cluster is a lousy liar. Get ready there, don't be distracted at best)"

"(Ugh, um. I'm a conspiracy and all. I'll leave that area to the two of us. Oh, I'd still rather be told to penetrate towards 100,000 troops if this were the case)"

"(If we start a revolt, that will bring realism. Romansland vs. neighbouring countries. Or more. Arnelia Church has to put a piece on it before it moves)"

That's all I said, these two broke up and went. Take them later, and walk ahead is Anneclose. She was also in a complicated mood.

Her mother, or former queen, disappeared nearly 10 years ago. After giving birth to her sister, Virania, she fell ill completely, gradually weakened and became a person who would not return as she was. It was the royal family, civilians and martial officers who were shocked by her death, as were the people, but the best was still King Swendle.

He was a rare, serious and one-way man to the king, little closer to the rear palace, and never tried to have children with his concubines. It was also conceived that having a child with his concubine would later become a spark of successor strife, and most importantly, Swendle loved his rightful wife so much. In response to his love, the queen encouraged the creation of a child, but as a result she lost her life. At one time the king blamed himself for the cause of his wife's loss, and it looked painful to see. The ministers advised Swendle to take a posterior wife like that, but the king did not listen hard.

But then a woman is summoned before him. It was the lower daughter who looked after him around him, and the lower daughter Orloage, who was also close to the queen. Being in a humble capacity but with great sentiment, she had finally reached the point of taking care of the Queen's surroundings, a lower daughter but also a friend of the Queen. She had the opportunity to exchange words with the king like that, and the king seemed to like her too.

After the Queen's death, it was Orlovage, no other, who supported Swendle in the shadows, and the matter was firmly rumored in the rear palace. As the anecdote circulated to the court, Orloage gradually established himself as Swendor's concubine. The children, starting with Anneclose, were watching the flow in a very complicated mood, but if they saw Swendle regaining his appearance, no one could stop the flow. Yes, everything was supposed to be fine.

"Since when... what couldn't you have done?

Anneclose didn't know. Anneclose, who was a daughter to the rumors of Orloage and the king, felt indescribable, but wondered if that was okay if my father was happy. The fact was that the king was getting back on his feet, and Orloage, with the king's favor, made it beautiful. Anneclose even thought it was gradually creepy for her to be so beautiful that she even seemed kind of unusual. But I don't know about love, she was cleaning up the discomfort as it was, that it would be like that with a woman in love.

One of the first things Annecloses clearly realized was that more people were unfamiliar with the king's palace. At some point people were being replaced one by one. Humans who are heartless and have little respect or respect for themselves who are royal. Even if you ask me something,

"Because we are the king's servants."

The answer was a glimmer of that. This was already the case when even more time went by, the king stopped coming to much of the morning council, his affairs were delayed and the officer in charge of the court cashier was disputed on charges of bribery. How could anyone have noticed before it got so far worse? However clear the water eventually becomes cloudy, you can't possibly notice it until the fish that inhabit it chokes. But I didn't notice until everyone in Romansland was on the verge of choking. That my own country is rotten.

For one thing, a shortage of human resources in internal affairs was considered. And they didn't realize until recently that the national machinery was too powerful in the center, and that the system was very classic. No, it was impossible for them to imagine what the kings would be like if they were fools, even if they had noticed that they had never produced a foolish king.

Since one incident with Alphilis, Anneclose has come to learn more about the affairs of a country she has never been interested in. There is no history of empress in Romansland. So I was happy to be a warrior, Anneclose, but I couldn't shut up and overlook the situation. The more we looked into that, the better we knew how we lived on a brittle system.

"A sand castle, no, a place called Shizuku Snow Castle. How could it not have collapsed before?"

Anneclose roared, but struck out one search after another for the king, which would be good for the country. They were still naive when seen by experts, but many were innovative for Romansland. But most of them were ignored. When Anneclose, distrustful of the lack of response, found out that the person rubbing them was Orlowarge. Anneclose's dedication did not reach the king.

Anneclose felt chilly. Orlowarge, which was also loving to me. Even when I lost my mother, she cared about Anneclose. Anneclose doubted her ears about the report herself and made her go over it again and again. I had no doubt about Anneclose or Orlovage. That smile could all be false, etc.

But what... what am I supposed to do?

At a time like this, I think Anneclose wants something she can exchange views with on an equal footing with herself. As a common sense of imperialism, there is a decision that those who stand alongside themselves are unnecessary. But there were limits to the conclusions I would draw alone. Even if she had anyone to answer her query as a subordinate, she had no one to go on and give her advice. At best, it's about Oswald, but neither he nor Anneclose are now in the same line as generals, or Anneclose is in the upper position, and Oswald, who was dismissed as an educator, would have made a snobbish imitation.

Roman's Land is originally such a country. Well said, it is well controlled around the king. To make matters worse, the king was too powerful. That's why even the king's seal is needed at the time of the fire in the castle town.

"We have to do something... but how? Convince the king further? Would you like to inquire about Orlowage? It's hard for me to judge what's good..."

Watching Anneclose walk down the troubled hallway was Voff who had been beaten up by her earlier. He watched her with a sharp eye as he licked the blood dripping from his cut mouth. There was a man there who could not see any of the humiliating attitudes of the past, but just observed the movement of Annecloses without alarm.

Continued