The Branded Female Fencer

"This is Bunsnell."

"I don't know the scenery in detail for Lisa, but I feel like a lot of debris?

"It fits. It's a pile of rubble."

As Rakia put it, the town of Bünsnell was the capital of Slasmund and was as desolate as the castle town of the royal castle might seem. There is no security when entering town. There are holes everywhere. Arnelia's pass didn't work either, and she tried to scrutinize it and do something nasty, so Eliza put the gatekeeper together and tightened it up. Elsa firmly threatened it on top of that, so it was relatively easy for me to get into town for now.

What the Alphilis and the others saw when they entered town were beggars overflowing the road. Clothes also melt, men who fall apathetically on the side of the road from midday. Besides, some women still hold children. Her clothes were torn, her breasts not to mention she kept looking to heaven to pray for something. Yakiyaki's indented eyes don't move while staring at a point.

Alphilis honestly remembered in this town the creeps he'd never felt before.

"What is this..."

"Is it something like a step in front of the town becoming obsolete? This is what happens when the state is not operating well"

"It's like knowing the country will perish. Mouth, huh?

Lisa pointed out Elsa's words. As for Lisa, I didn't mean to hate her, but if you think in common sense, it would be a question that would sting Elsa's heart. But Elsa was flat. She has experienced so much more than just disgust and harassment.

"I'm from a place like this. It wasn't that bad, but I spent my childhood doing banditry. I put the boys together like the Bandits did, and I did evil things. They used to be us. It's also my original landscape."

"... I heard it was insensitive."

"No, I don't mind. I guess that's why I was chosen for this assignment. The Bandits' leader, Obres, was me. That's why I'm on this mission."

Miriazal, this mission, which is an immediate order. Elsa also thought at first what it was, but from the middle of the story she convinced Miriazal that it was the most appropriate task for herself, on the contrary. Miriazal said, "You unblemished man," but his face, as he seeth the distant through Elsa, as he seeth the loving. Unlike usual then, Miriazal was a Virgin full of charity.

And while Alphilis looked across the streets, beggars had stopped around them at some point. Alphilis and the others in a completely enclosed form.

"Uh-huh."

"Give me a meow... a meow..."

"Be careful... I haven't eaten anything in three days"

"Give Boya boobs..."

The beggars try to sneak up on the Alphilis like the dead. Dorothy and others can't even wave their swords, and wave away those hands that are troubled but offered.

What do you want me to do?

"Give me about boobs, Alfie"

"I don't want to! And if you're saying that?

Even while I'm saying that, beggars grow as I look at them.

"Normal people can't just slash and lay low."

"I think if you hit a few of them, they'll grow up?

"What would you do if you went upside down?

The beggars reached out to them as the Alphilis wandered blindly. But the Alphilis and the others can only pay for it. One of those beggars grabs Lisa's hair.

"Gotta..."

"Lisa."

As Alphilis tried to help Lisa, the beggars who were swarming around Lisa white-eyed simultaneously. And at some point, next to Lisa, a beggar-like girl stands.

Are you all right, Lisa?

"... is it Luna?

If you look at it well, it is Lunatica. Her silver hair and goddess-like face are dusty, but it was certainly Renatica. The cloth wrapped around her like a blanket was a blur, but if you look closely underneath it was her original outfit, one that made her wear many dark utensils that she could hide and hold.

"I'm a little late to come. Sorry."

"No, that outfit is better than that"

"Oh, I thought this fitting wouldn't be very noticeable. I said," If you go in there, follow me. "

"It's too familiar, somewhat"

"Right."

When Renatica woke up Lisa, she let go of her killer temper to the beggars watching what was going on around her. Then the beggars dispersed in unison. The line whistles when he sees the hand.

"Do it."

"Oh those guys are sensitive to the danger to their lives. Because it's almost like an animal."

"'With enough clothing, food, and dwelling, for the first time humans acquire morality," the Supreme Bishop said. Sure, I think so, too. Preaching morality to them would be useless now. "

Elsa's words at the end, the Alphilis and the others walked out again. The guide is Lunatica. She said she was ensuring a safe place to spend the night inside the Bünsnell.

In the first place, this request has its back. On the face of it is the bandits' crusade, but behind it Miranda and Miriazal turned their hands. The details of the request are as follows.

Slasmund was not originally that much of a civil unrest country, one of the young, divided and independent countries that existed about 100 years ago. It wasn't wealthy, but it was quite a peaceful country.

But there were many warcraft appearances. Was that a land pattern or was there any other reason? That's why I mentioned the country and was working to conquer warcraft and demons, and Slasmund was a country with a very strong army.

Usually war is profitable. Blacksmiths can take orders so they don't have time to sleep, and interest rates are temporarily harmonized to improve the distribution of supplies. With relatively cheap gold, supplies spin, and more people flow, money falls into the lodging. It was logical for the whole country to be enlivened. Bear with it and you'll get your contribution. Although plundering cannot be excessive because Arnelianism often goes into arbitration in mediation between states, the victorious nations nevertheless often reaped such enormous profits that they had excess to compensate for the personnel and property spent in the war.

But Warcraft, demon opponents fight differently. Defeating them was less profitable, rather it just cost money to the reprocessing. I consume supplies, but I can't plunder them, I don't have the benefit of war. Still, if the town fits the damage, the army has to move. Slasmund was thus gradually exhausted. He lost his neck to the cost of the scabbard war.

Although the Arnelian Church also helps people with the damage caused by the war, it does not speak out for the operation of the country. Because non-interference in internal affairs is an Arnelian principle. For this reason, the aid provided by the Arnelian Church to Slasmund was limited to human relief and supplies. But it's also limitless. The personnel seconded by the Church of Arnelia are very understaffed and the food to be applied is limited. Few people were able to benefit from Arnelia, many of whom were unemployed starved even within the town, and the town's security and hygiene deteriorated at an accelerating rate.

In such circumstances, those in charge of Slasmund in the Church of Arnelia were reluctant to remain in office for a long time. Long and two years, the shorter, about February, they wished to move. Some of them were full of the spirit of service, but when they realized that there was nothing they could do about it, they still wished to return to headquarters in an attempt to make a call for more assistance than to go out on the field.

By the way, monks on current assignments have a tenure of more than 10 years. He was on a mission in this desolate land with great patience, it seemed. Despite this, Slasmund is just desolate. The appearance of warcraft was also more frequent, the country was becoming increasingly exhausted and the situation seemed to have changed nothing.

In the meantime, I get one report from a pilgrim who visited Slasmund. In Surasmund, it was reported that the Arnelian Church was acting strangely. Miriazar was also a matter of secret concern, and Miriazar, who received the report, secretly opened an investigation, but there was no clear evidence, just that the officer in charge was occasionally making some incomprehensible moves.

The person in charge of the investigation is then taken over by Miranda. The work she was doing as a pilgrimage was dominated by warcraft and demon hunting, but little was known about her face, and she also carried out many false pickings. It was certainly natural for the mandate to come down to that Miranda, but she was reluctant to think about launching a new department and had to leave that task to another. Then stood the arrow of white feathers: Elsa.

Elsa's task is to uncover the injustice of the Arnelian Church, which takes place in Slasmund. If it exists, it's about. There's a reason I sent someone as high as Elsa to that mission. It's

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