The Branded Female Fencer

"Excuse me during the conversation. My name is Larna, and I'm a magician, but did the famous cavalry come here for anything?

"Hmm, Mage Hall. That's a good question. As a matter of fact, we tried to get rid of the bandits who appeared in the vicinity of Bünsnell, so much so that they said they had failed to accept your request ahead of your mercenary regiment. What a pity, but fortunately we were qualified for the second spear according to the team's name from the order in which we received the request. And as we looked at you, there were reports that you might have failed at the beginning and the end of the Bandits, and if you had to, you would have led the soldiers to join us."

"(This guy...!

Rosetta thought of Roxonore as a crook, as she first impressed. He didn't come to assist the Rosettas. I thought the Alphilis didn't slap the main team, and they were going to raid the base first in the name of assisting the Alphilis, and spend the rest of the time with nothing but treasure. Alas, I reported to the guild that I had accomplished the request and I guess I was going to try to fake the bounty as well.

This mercenary regiment has its head cut off, moves fast and has strength. Rosetta was abominably impressed that it was one of those mercenary regiments that would make a name for the continent. At the same time, I'm glad they're polite people. Because if you turn to the face, it's not like they're going to force you. Although Rosetta thought she was the kind of person who would go out by force depending on her opponent.

But this time, fortunately, the settlement has been reached, and there is no reason for two more mercenary regiments to contend with each other. Neither, I assumed, would we discuss it any longer.

"Uh, was it Lord Roxonore? As for this one, the bandits are already devastated, and if nothing happens, we're about to pull them up. If you don't have business, it's already late at night, and I'd like to offer you a favor."

"That's rude. If I did have such a close meeting with your wife at such a late hour, how could I stand up to my friends?"

"Don't slap too many light mouths, knight. Atai hates the light mouth of a man."

"That's overlapping. Excuse me. Now, if you'll excuse me for this. If I ever see you again, in time."

A knight who was beside Roxonoa with that word raises his spear and circles it in the universe. One signal from the person spread the line to the left and right and started to turn right and left respectively. Rosetta and the others stare at the uninterrupted and stunning control with an uninterrupted look.

Where the tail flipped, Roxonore and his deputy seemingly man returned the horse and left. After they go, Rosetta strokes her breasts down.

"You saved me. I had a hair."

"Is that a relief from what we did earlier? Or against not being in a fight with them?

"Both of them. Anyway, they're not the kind of people who do it on a one-on-one basis, in a mass battle, or even on a flat ground. They even tell me there's no army in the world that can beat them with a front-cut penetration. Fortunately, Atai has never done it, but I've seen heavily armed infantry avant-gardes get broken through like paper at the hands of cavalry before. That was the first time I said Red Knight or something, but I thought you'd never want to do it."

Rosetta explained aerially in a spit. As an aerial, I also wanted to try out how these eastern knights manipulate horses, but if Rosetta's opponents are alert enough, I can't let them through.

Roxonoa, on the contrary, had a delightful look on his red face against the Rosettas who would drop off the Carazel Cavalry with the feeling of dropping off the storm. His deputy speaks to Roxonore unexpectedly.

"Captain, what would you be happy to come?

"Ha, does that look like it?

"Yeah, that's already"

That was obvious from the look on Roxonore's face. He has a smile on his face. It's not like the soft smile he has when dealing with your wife. Roxonore was pushing a smile forward for the child. And speak lightly.

"It'll be fun. Speaking of red-eyed rosettas, on this eastern side they are a little known for their names. There may be many mercenaries lined up with her strength, but she never got used to anyone. There are enough beings at the head of the regiment that it belongs to a mercenary regiment to put up with words and deeds that are also equal to my provocation. If you ask me, the captain is a woman. Isn't that right? Don't you think it's more natural to get interested in who you are?

"I see. Sure, if you ask me."

The deputy doesn't sympathize as much with Roxonoa, but somehow I understood his character. This seemingly graceful young man is actually very belligerent. Women knew full well that they saw women as objects of oral speech and men as objects of battle, but for the first time they might have viewed women as objects other than oral speech, the deputy thought.

"What, you said the treasure was taken!?

Obles heard the report as they headed to their home base. I happen to find myself flying a horse to escape the direction of the treasure stash. He said he headed to the treasure location to make regular contact but it was already after someone broke in there and the battle was never crowded. The opponent was very hand-worked and said there was no room for it to be retrieved.

Listening to that report, a man who was the belly of a glass live moves in and out.

"Can you think of someone with the right, distinctive character of the other person?

"Ugh... there was definitely one big man, like a giant. Besides, the woman waving her sword in battle had deep red eyes, even in the darkness. Only one eye was red as blood."

"I see, that's bad for them. We'll let them fry us."

With that one word the Glass Clive man tried to pull up lightly, so Obles grabbed the man's arm reflexively.

"Wait, what do you mean? Why pull back so lightly what would also be the Holy Knights?

"I'd like to tell you something you don't know, but I'll tell you something special. The opponent is a mercenary regiment with Arnelia's supreme bishop behind him. I don't know how strong it is, but they're bad at it. We are part of the Knights of the Temple, and it is impossible to bow to the Archbishop. And regardless of what we're doing, I respect the Supreme Bishop. Not to mention treason."

When I told him all that, I didn't have time to let Obres inherit the two sentences, and the Temple Knights pulled up lightly. What was left behind was Obres and a few of his friends.

"Obres! What are we gonna do?

"It sucks. Without that money, we..."

"Is there no good way?

"... shut up a little!

The boys became frightened and silent, as Obles whenever he could not speak absurdly. But without looking to them, Obles was stretching his thoughts. But no matter how much Obles put his head around, I couldn't think of a good idea.

"(I didn't know that what I've done for good for all of us would fail with this! What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?

Obles remembered the illusion that in the darkness without light, even thought would be closed to darkness.

Continued