The Branded Female Fencer

"Ugh... if this one asks you in silence, it's not a mess, sampins!

"Nha..."

Together we push silence to a sudden curse. Of course, the Lord of the Voice is Miranda, and Elsa says, "Here we are!" I thought. Naturally, my legs take a step back. Somehow I'm able to read the rest of the development.

"Let's gather them while Atashi is busy. Oh, he always complains about how good this guy is before he finishes listening to people. I'll take care of the blue kid with the miserable ass, and I'll be damned over here!

"Keh, ass... what the fuck is an ass!

"Weird!!

To Miranda's lion-like voice, the dear sat in his seat as he was about to flip to the spot. That's all there is to her voice.

"Look, I'm just gonna tell you the gist, okay? There are people on this continent who are trying to cover the world with dark clouds, although the purpose is not obvious right now. It is our Arnelian role to pay for these, and that is the order of the Supreme Bishop. There are many ways to do this, but you can ask Arnelia to assume that the" Infinite Feather Mercenary Regiment ", commonly known as" Jaeger ", will serve as a It is our task to stick to this, to tap on the enemies who are dropping in to protect personnel, starting with representatives, and to grasp its purpose. Due to the nature of their role, pilgrims sometimes act in a covert manner and are good at fighting. That's the only job we can do, take it carefully. This is the order of the Supreme Bishop. Anyone who still complains, get out in front now and show that will!

The words made me feel better. It would be more in Miranda's sword curtain than in content. Many of them are new to seeing those who stand at their apex, but at first many had what a frivolous impression on Miranda. Naturally, there was no scratch on Miranda's appearance, and she saw for a moment that her appearance, beautiful as it shined, was unrelated to battle. This would have been humiliating to the pilgrims who put up numerous battlefields and thought that injury was the honor, or they would have felt denied what they had done.

But he who noticed was aware. To that atmosphere drifting from Miranda, to the scent of blood. At a time when she has come hunting for an irresistible number of demons, she has what she calls a battlefield atmosphere that cannot be hidden. The sensitive noticed it.

And as Miranda looked around, he caught sight of someone holding his hand up all the time. When Miranda looked at it, it looked like a Sister, scratched a lot on her face. From his appearance, he still looks young. Miranda tries to encourage her to speak. Then the sister rambled cancer and legs onto the front human seat and began to talk even though the previous human was surprised.

"Well, for now, I know why we were gathered. What exactly are we gonna do?

"What do we do, what?

"Until just now, we were making a scene, obviously we don't need all the people who can use it. I don't need people who make a scene like this. At least I don't feel like saving my life."

"Oh, about that. You don't have to worry, I'm going to do some sieving right now."

Miranda tried, so she laughed happily when she decided Miranda was someone she could talk to.

"Heh. I can talk to you differently than I look, you. That's just what they're trying to do. So, how do you do it?

"... I'm already starting."

When Miranda said that, the people who had stood until earlier began to sit down one after the other, no, they began to cramp precisely as they collapsed on the spot and, frightened, turned their white eyes and blew bubbles. Together in a noisy way in Russia. The sister also took a seat, but suddenly she couldn't breathe in her chest and held her throat.

"Ko, this... gu"

"You can't breathe, can you? I thought it might work, but you guys don't seem to hear too much, so I sowed the poison to make you grow up. Same color as the air, tasteless and odorless. It's like a normal person wouldn't notice. Instead, you don't need an unusable person for Atashi's men, and you have trouble getting this story told to Pepper elsewhere. Things only go on in secret. I needed more than two months to gather you here for that. So if they're going to die of poison of this magnitude, you can just keep dying."

"Hey, what a guy... Temehe, are you still a Sister?

A scratchy sister on his face seems to suffer, but with the utmost evil. But Miranda laughed and did it.

"What more do you say now? You say sweet things for the strong side. The mission of the pilgrimage originally took immediate death for granted if it failed. Arnelia doesn't sense about that death, and if it were necessary, it would be decided that she had no connection with Arnelia. Still, there are people on the continent who need us, so Atashi and the others should have been on that mission if they wanted to. There will be some people with the slightest difference in circumstances, but the battle ahead will not work if they are aware of the death beside them.

The battle ahead will be a real hell. At least those people become opponents. It would be a hundred times better for a man to die here right now without this battle. "

"Yes, you do."

A scratchy sister on his face begins to hold back his body much longer. In addition, are you treating yourself with your own magic, or is that breathing gradually getting better? There will be temper, but Miranda is somewhat impressed that there are only members of the pilgrimage. Plus, the numbers aren't down any more than I thought. More than half of the total would remain.

"Oh, you stayed longer than I thought. It might feel pretty good."

"What's more 'than I thought'! The cool side of Temehe, I'm gonna buzz you right now!

Sister on the strong side took the iron ball out of the hemp bag he held on his back. I guess that's her weapon. But Miranda, on the other hand, laughed when she saw the Sister for fun.

"That's a quick fight. If I saw it from Alfie, would I look like this too?

"I don't know what you're talking about! Fuck you!

"I've been having trouble with that because it's hard. What an ironic story."

She's not the only one who's come up against Miranda. Many others took out their respective weapons and tried to rush over to Miranda. But before that, it was in the sisters' eyes that Alberto had some string in his hand.

By the time Sister fell asleep, Alberto's hand was pulling the string.

"Mazu..."

Sister protected her head reflexively, but that was pointless. Because Kaji had already flown in the air and was unable to defend himself. Besides, the attack came from over their heads.

When part of the ceiling opened, a large amount of mucus poured out of it. They stick to them like they will and stop the movement.

"This mucus... slime cool!

"Yeah, that's a little special, too. A kind of so-called ceremonial god, created by witchcraft. I'd call it a demon. You may have difficulty dealing with it because it is resistant to the attacks of the sacred system. Well, what do we do?

"Whatever you do, do this..."

"You're just gonna have to blow it up."

That's what I said, one of the clerics caught in the slime with the sisters on the strong side. When he shrugged, the surrounding slime bounced. On the contrary, the other vertigo of melting or failing the surrounding slime is quickly released from the curse of the slime by each means.

Hugh, and it was Miranda who whistled.

"I'll do it. I don't think Dada has a pilgrimage assignment."

"Naturally! We've been through a lot. I was just trying to get a grip on it."

"You can do it, this is it"

Miranda still could afford it. It was when each of them took a step further to attack Miranda, who was on the stage. Something like a chisel and a current ran at their feet, and they stopped the movement at the same time.

Continued