The Branded Female Fencer

"Damn, damn... what do we do? Think, think, obles!

Obles had one person in mind as he circled around in his own aside. I haven't slept a night last night, but his head is covered. If he had that head, he realized that there were not so many options that Obles himself could take, but he was still worried because he couldn't make a decision.

Yes, at the stage where his treasure was taken last night, Obres ordered his people to find out who the other person was. They moved well, and in the morning they found out that their opponent was a 'mercenary regiment of countless feathers running in heaven'.

At the same time, it was clear that there was no room for negotiation. The opponent is an authorized mercenary regiment. Moreover, it was a 300-member mercenary regiment, whose strength was also questioned by the easy kick through of the strongholds protected by the regular soldiers of Slasmund. It's not like they have an affair again. They are moving at the request of the Alliance. If you say that you stormed the Bandits and Bullshit Ajit as part of it, your guild will guarantee you the legitimacy of your actions.

If Obles had listened to Elsia at this time. If you knew the Alphilis and the others stormed the Obles' Azito without a requisition from the Alliance. The story had changed again, but Obles didn't know about it.

It was therefore becoming his decision that Obles had to give up on treasure, that he had no choice but to continue his life in Slasmund as it were. If one letter hadn't reached him, that would have been most likely.

The letter is from Glass Live. What he offered was that the earlier conditions would remain the same (that Elsia, Saul, and Layer should be left behind), but that any other person above the current executives of the 'brothers' would be escorted to the vicinity of Arnelia for any reason. If they felt like it again, they could take care of it at Arnelia.

This condition is, to be honest, a treatment of breach. Studying abroad in Arnelia is not something that Obres doesn't even know about. If you can study at Arnelia on some edge, there is a history there where you can be a knight or whatever depending on your abilities and efforts regardless of your identity. When the boys in the Glades found out about this rumor, how brilliant their eyes were?

Obles honestly doesn't like to take care of Glass Live either, but given Glass Live's age, I don't even think so. We should have accepted this offer given the rest of our lives.

It's just that the problem is that the boys, who are not executives or anything, are just left out. And the three of us left behind from Glass Live are so doomed that we think hell is going to be more. That hell is honestly a sight that several members of the 'brothers' have seen, but many of them are alive and well. Some became uninformed or freaked out, but Obles and the others decided not to do so. In the back alley of Bünsnell, it was just a daily meal, and I couldn't even afford to worry about it. The weak die, and only the strong live. Common sense, far from the modern world of Tahei, was the everyday here.

But what about now? Did the Obles manage to get a life where they just don't have any trouble eating at least, and do they need to want any more? Surely it is a life with no guarantee whatsoever, but is it not now that it is full? Do we need to seek more life than just now, above someone else's sacrifice? Will you kick the glass live invitation again and be safe again? Obres couldn't make that decision. His people just waited for Obles' decision, and no one, such as those who advised him.

He had a morning in his troubles and still did not come to a conclusion. Without a glass live presentation, Obles looks at the letter hatefully, even though it's very easy to judge, but he can't help but see what he's seen. Obles sighed one big time as he sat down on the couch where Elsia was sitting yesterday.

"What should we do... continue this life with all of us, even the poor, or rise to the cost? The former is life to date, but this time there is no protection for the glass live. Without their protection, what would a group of resentful people do to us? And I don't know when the fate of this country will run out...

The latter is certainly a realistic means, and what we have done so far against others, but how much backlash will there be against doing it within us? I don't know what to do... "

"So I'll tell you what?

There was one who spoke to Obres, who was supposed to worry. As Obles looked back, the boy stood smiling so that he could break and hit the door left open. To that mundane attitude, obles rather than surprises.

"Who. How long have you been there?"

"Pretty much from the beginning. Around you say," Elsia, I like you. "

"I didn't say that!

Unexpectedly, Obles gets furious as he blushes, but the boy whispered to Obles in a nagging manner.

"Brother, I can't. She's not cute. You'll be beautiful when you grow up. Okay? You were aiming for something, weren't you?

"I'm not such a jerk."

"It's not easy. Come on. It's the same with everyone who wants to keep the cute one at hand. In that respect, you and that glass concert might be the same. Or was his disease contagious to you, too?

"Don't be with him like that!!

Obres hit the wall, so fragments fall from the slightly older ceiling. Obles didn't add or subtract, or there was blood dripping from his hands. Seeing how it was, the boy was a little surprised, but increasingly niggardly.

"You're so angry. My name is Doom. I'm here to lend you my wisdom."

"... why. Who asked you to?

"I know you're full of suspicions, but I can't tell you that. But that's not what's important to you, and how are we going to crack this down now?

"Ku..."

Doom was the best at what he said, so Obles accidentally shut up. Seeing him like that, Doom gets better and better.

"Do you think Kimi's troubles are if we all continue our invisible lives ahead of us, or choose a way to make peace more certain for even a few of us?

"... simply put, yes"

"I can have a third option here. Kill Glass Live."

To the whispers of the devilish Doom, Obles was annoyed. That possibility, which Obles used to think about, but considered the unlikeliness and the danger when he failed, and was forced to convince himself out of his head for the good of everyone. Obles remembered it.

If only there wasn't a glass live. It's not that I didn't think about it with Obres. You saw the look on Obles's face and thought it was palatable, Doom talks perplexed about his thoughts.

Continued