The Branded Female Fencer

"Oh, we'd like to join you."

"You can't help it, 'cause I've been assigned a watch on a day like this."

Two soldiers talk about stupidity at the gate leading to the hotel grounds. They were supposed to be dressed in armor, but this time they were dressed in neat outfits, sometimes a feast. With their collars, they were instructors to guide visitors to the feast with a liturgical sword on their hips.

Beyond being offered this, they are also of considerable stature in the army. Of course I'm from a nobleman, albeit a lower level, and I stand there with my arms. But now that the feast had become a feast, he had completely turned into a tiger of tentacles, but his clothes had collapsed somewhat, and he had just spoken silly words.

There's a shadow sneaking from behind them like that.

"What are you skipping, you guys!

"Hino!

"Shh, excuse me!... is that you!?

It was their colleagues who spoke from behind them. He grins, holding a plate and a bottle in his hand.

"Ha ha, that's bad. My apologies, but I've been tickling the food from the venue. Now let's have a drink."

"Don't worry, I'm on duty, okay?

"It doesn't matter. The captain is regulating his time around and attending the feast with no food on his face. There's no way you're coming back here. We're gonna have to have one of those fun things."

Thus one of the watchmen has already reached for the wrapping and grilling of meat. The meat still in his hands is warm and hot on a cold night. Seeing it, each of them went on to cook.

"That's good."

"Shit, they can eat all they want."

"Don't blur. We'll take turns in less than a moment. That way you can cross it in there."

"Can you do that?

"Anyway, we're all naked. I don't even remember our faces tomorrow morning where we mixed up. Besides, the feast is at its peak. Almost everyone gets drunk and the more distraction begins. That's what happened last time."

"Is that true?

One of the watchmen rounded his eyes as he drank up the fruit liquor. Soldiers are good at responding to that.

"Truth. It would be rude to waste time already. I've only tried to interact a little while ago, but I've had a drink with the Countess."

"Are you serious?

"Where's the Earl?

"Is that... hmm?

The moment he bragged about his martial arts, the soldier noticed abnormally. I thought I saw a shadow outside the gate.

He shook his head to remind him of a little drunkenness, gazing out the gate. But all that's there is the deep darkness of the night. There was originally little light around them, and little light was not enough to tear the darkness that surrounded them.

"... are you out of your mind?

"What's up?

"No, there's a shadow now"

"Aren't you drunk? They're not supposed to be around here at night like this. Besides, you're letting the guard dog go, right? They'll bark if they need anything."

"Right. Well, just in case, I'll take a look."

The soldier raises his heavy hips and walks out towards the dark night with his slightly curly feet. From behind, the other two soldiers fly the chill.

"This serious boy."

"That's why I still don't have a woman! Anyway, that countess and I are fuzzy, aren't we?

"That's crazy! When I get back, I'm gonna let you know where I turned that woman into a thing!

The two soldiers while sitting dropped off the soldier whistling from behind. The figure of that soldier with cantera went far into the dark night, and eventually its light went far as the dot. But it's a dark night with little light outside the grounds, so it's unlikely that that Cantera light will be invisible as far away as it went.

The two soldiers were laughing when they saw the lights wandering.

"He's flirting."

"Sounds like his life. You know what? He was pretty hot when he was 16. Three girls at the same time."

"Heh, that's his first ear. So, what's up?

"Flirting amongst women, like now, they all ended up shaking me"

"Ha ha! Sounds like him."

As we make fun of ourselves for talking like that, that light comes back here. Watching that light, the two soldiers laughed a lot.

"He's finally home."

"Hey, hurry up! I don't care about your bragging, let's get in the venue fast!

That said one soldier waved, but one of these days he noticed something strange. The figure of the one with the light is slightly different from that of the soldier earlier. I rubbed my eyes to see if I was drunk, but that was still not what his known friend looked like.

And before it became clear, there were countless legs around it. Their appearance was uniformly blurry, their eyes running blood. They were lean, only their indented eyes shimmered, and it was a group of floaters similar to the herd of the deceased. The two soldiers forgot to take their swords in that number, which could be considered a great march, and they were just watching the march. Eventually, knowing who the queue was, the soldiers dropped the liquor bottle in their hands. Luxury liquor, which is just comparable to their monthly salary, flows down to the ground in momentum.

And the person who had Cantera talks to them cheerfully.

"Let's say. How are you, brother? Why don't you punch me in the ballroom?"

"Ki, you. Who is it?"

"What happened to the soldier who had that cantera!

"Oh, you were my brother earlier. Here."

The soldier's complexion changed when he saw what the man threw at him and gave him. There was a nail punched in the eye, because their friend's head rolled unharmed.

The faces of the soldiers turn pale, then bright red with anger.

"Ki, you!

"Get back there! It will succeed!!

"Oh, that's too bad. I was wondering if I could be friends with you. Enough. Do it."

At that signal, the floaters who were circling behind them strike in unison. The soldiers slaughtered and lay down some of them, but the vagabonds attacked one after another as if they had not willingly intervened in the death of their companions. As the deceased dragged the living to the bottom of the earth, they tore the soldiers' clothes with their bones and skinned hands, tore the flesh, and cut off the lives of the two soldiers. Next to it, there was just about no more booze flowing off the bottle.

Cantera man looking down on the sight with pleasure. His name was Gunz.

"Alfie, this is a mob."

"The mob? In here?

The question of alphilis is also best. I saw so many soldiers by the time the Alphilis and the others got here. They were properly sworded and found out in a neat move that they were being trained. Alphilis had some anticipation from the fact that Slasmund was a country with a lot of war, but Alphilis was somewhat impressed by the rumor that it was a country.

When it comes to kicking that army, Alphilis decided that it would mean a significant number. Alphilis asks Lisa.

"How many?

"I don't know. It's just not a hundred people."

"Why..."

"Isn't that because now?

Unsurprisingly, it was Uti who was calm. She is grabbed by Alphilis' ears. Seeing how the feathers are winged, it seems that the servant utility is also in a hurry.

"There's so much extravagance here. I was unexpectedly disappointed, but given the poverty in Castle Town, the food here is so luxurious that I think it's a different world. If the vagabonds find out that the world is taking place somewhere a little further apart..."

"But who bothered?

"I don't know about that, but what would the problem be now more than that?

Uti's words are the best, and Alphilis' thinking switches quickly. Alphilis' brains had procedures floating up to his escape.

"All right. Uti will find Elsa and Eliza and contact them and rendezvous at the entrance to the cooking area on the ground floor. Lisa, you and Renatica can still get in touch when you leave here, right?

"No problem. We've already met at the rendezvous point."

"Then let's move quickly. The way they get out makes it harder to get out."

Uti flew through the universe with all his might, and Alphilis and Lisa ran fast. This time they are unarmed. Enemy encounters are indicative of a crisis. Even when we encountered the mob, we lacked the means to fight them.

When Uty soon brought Elsa and Eliza, they were still dressed in dresses. Eliza wears a well-tailored trouser belt that looks like an escort and looks like an outfit, and is a perfect outfit with a solid gold button. Skinny, short hair, she doesn't even look like a man depending on what she tries to look like. Speaking of Elsa, in a relaxed white dress, lined with gold, and by the way, sprinkled with decorations, it was a brilliant gesture of lady. If you don't tell me from yourself, nobody realizes she's the Archbishop of Arnelia.

They seemed to have pushed through with some noble lady and her escort. Elsa, who, like Miranda, was a pilgrimage, is quite familiar with the circumstances of each country. Looking ahead at the carriages lined up outside, he decided which country's ambassadors and others were present, and he became the noble lady so they couldn't figure it out. Arnelia would have considered the possibility that his surroundings would be frightened by all sorts of things if he had spreaded his identity.

And while holding the hem of the dress like a princess, Elsa rushes to Alphilis as if she were a princess rushing to the ball.

Continued