The Branded Female Fencer

As the Alphilis and the others emerge, the Seekers' neighborhoods are also rushed to Russia.

"Hey, how many requests are there for this one?

"Thirty. But it's not sudden."

"That said, now we're out making money in a lot of places, too. Can't you break a bone enough to twist 30 more people out of it?

"What if we stop the architecture of the house we're building? We need human currency now more than that. Whatever you do, the human world has money. Labor in the human world is precious to those of us who do not have anything to exchange. In that sense, the work offered by Lord Alphilis is a difficult source of income."

"It sure is. But I need permission from Orbastov and Hartinias if I'm to be in the field. Besides, Master Shargin will be the candidate."

"Oh, and I have permission from Lord Roxwell for architecture."

"Will the captain be Master Fenna?

"Come on. Maybe it's Auri. Lately, there's something to keep an eye out for to improve his combat skills."

"Sure. I'm not even royal, but that fight is amazing."

"I wonder how Willam could have been killed..."

"Don't say it anymore. Our people died when they fled the prairie. We owe our lives to Lady Fenna. If they hadn't persuaded the elders, we would have been wiped out there."

"Exactly. And either way, there's going to be a new move. I hope things go in the right direction again."

The Seekers' discussion with Hiccups was about a request from an Alphilis mercenary regiment. Possibility of appearing at the request of Alphilis. The last time I was on assignment in Slasmund, the number of people out there wasn't much torn, but the results were good. The Seekers are not the kind of people who prefer to fight, but their fighting power is far superior to that of humans. The same goes for bow technology, because magic is a difference in digits from that of humans.

In his last request, he was just a seeker who sent about 10 people to put Fenna on her face, but Alphilis paid them well. The human currency is invaluable to the seekers who now live on Arnelia's property. For them who originally had no currency and had lived in barter, only their own bodies and their abilities can now be used for selling.

The Seekers efficiently sold their knowledge of medicinal herbs in forest life, or of witchcraft, how to make bows, knowledge of warcraft and demons, or some worked purely as a workforce. There was some confusion with them getting out of the world, but Arnelia is also said to be the safest place in the world. Most of them converged, without becoming a big fuss.

It is only with the vigorous activity of Fenna, of course, that these shadows of work. Fortunately, it was Orbastov, the First Prince Hartinias, and Shargin, the Second Prince, who held her back, so much so that they could not defy the sheikhs, who swear absolute allegiance to the sheikhs, how the Seekers could be said to be cautious people in their drawn-in ideas. Only Prince Roxwell praised Fenna and the often rampant Shargin for carrying things carefully, but his basic attitude is the same as that of Fenna. As lying as the first thing I could rub so much, now the consciousness of the seekers was right in the direction of aggressive movement.

They were well regulated by Alphilis as he interacted with Fenna, indicating his intention to borrow more soldiers than the last one for this troop outpost. As for the narrow settlement, rumors flew quickly as the chiefs entered the meeting, and rumors arose as to what would happen to the people. Was it another new change that I was the one who went into bow and arrow care?

Once the bell sounded from the chiefs' quarters, various people came out of the entrance just dripping leaves like curtains. I guess the meeting went into a break once. Fenna is the one who sees her as much as she does in it. When she comes out, beside her, Auri, now promoted from watchdog to official escort, and Amir, who is to be new to Fenna, rush to her.

"How was it, Master Fenna"

Amir poured that gaze down on her, which could also be slightly cooler, looking down at her from a height considerably higher than Fenna's. Fenna answers the intimidation of those eyes, which is even darker blue among the seekers, with a slight glance.

"Yeah, that's a good start."

"If that's the way you put it, you're out of line. Most of all, that's the natural way to go, and the problem is, I don't want you to carry things around, just to keep the hard-headed elders in good standing. It's a waste of time."

"Auri's tough, isn't she?"

Fenna laughs bitterly at Auri's spicy tales. In fact, Fenna knew that everything he said was going to be all right. Still, the elders didn't seem so negligible about the current flow, and at the end of everything, Fenna almost made sense, or at least her opinions were never ignored. That's a lot of progress, and Fenna split it it up.

But Fenna's aim is even more endless.

"In the meantime, we're going to settle down with 30 troopers this time. And this time, Master Shargin is going to be out in no time."

"Hmm, you mean you cut the numbness"

"Because that one is unusual for a seeker and a bloodthirsty one. It's like Sconner."

Auri looks sinister at Amir's somewhat insulting rhetoric, but Auri did not argue with anything because Fenna controlled it as soon as possible. Auri transformed from self-blame for failing to protect Willam to a young man of a character that could be described as somewhat cruel, but whose roots are loyal and honest figures. Respect for the chiefs remains the same.

Fenna's lady named Amir, on the other hand, was competent, but the word had the sharpness that if thrown, she might stab her. Fenna also does her job following her as she sometimes feels her heart cut off by her disgust. But it is also true that it is treasured because it is competent above all. Amir said she was recently married, but Fenna had no idea how she was running her newlywed life. My husband was warm, and Fenna was inflating her imagination on her own that she must be someone like a saint prince.

Fenna was in a position to follow the two of them, yet under the illusion that she always had two friends.

"(Roots are good people... thanks for the rough temper)"

Fenna still kept smiling and was desperate to keep the job healthy. That's all I can do right now.

"Anyway, the next discussion, or at the latest after that, the troopers will decide to leave. I'll keep up with you this time, so Auri should choose the men she uses."

"I understand. I have eyes on the guy who seems to be able to use it already. I'm going to give them a shout, but at best don't let my actions go to waste."

"Ugh... I'll do my best"

"Work tight. Because if we don't, we can't earn what we live in."

"... hardly"

Fenna came here and felt like Alphilis had figured out a little bit about the pain of running a mercenary regiment. People who are subordinates only do their assertions in full, but it is the superiors who have to act eventually, and they just have to do whatever they want.

Fenna was facing that hardship for the first time when she started having men.

"(Am I that easy to say anything? Or is it not majestic?

Actually, you're right, but she doesn't realize herself that friendliness is also Fenna's weapon. She was also unaware that even Shargin could be so compelling if she cared about it.

And to the signal of the conference that rang again, Fenna returns to the conference. Auri and Amir each silently left the scene in separate directions, but Amir walked in more and less popular directions, finally returning to his residence.

There is no one in her house. Amir's husband is particularly clever at his fingertips and now lives in a human weapons store to engage in the development of new bows and arrows and crafts. The massive stuff Alphilis is asking Jessia to develop, but Amir's husband's stuff was for hunting hunters, or for use as toys for children to play with, or even for the creation of household furniture, which was never for war.

That was also because Amir's husband's personality was too warm, but also because Amir herself could not blame him for the job, which did not amount to much income. Because it was more convenient for Amir.

"Euwayne, where is it?

"... here."

Returning home, Amir unraveled his shoulder, also a Seeker's ethnic costume, and called Euwayne to sit back somewhat without a shred of chastity on the spot. Answering that voice, the water I met hoarded in a painting of the house rises loosely and morphs into a human form.

Organic life forms, which can also be described as slimes, shape the likes of a person's eyes, nose or lips, but they all remain incomplete and speak fluent words with more intelligence than a concurrent human being.

"How long are we going to keep you waiting, Mascarade? We've been waiting."

"Don't say that. Because I cut it up quickly. I couldn't get the meeting together because those Seekers' grandfathers were so sloppy. I can see the conclusion, but they're a pain in the ass."

Amir regained his original appearance, the mascarade, and spit all over the floor, polished to perfection. The floor I polished up for my husband yesterday, but the amyloids, the mascarade, that I would no longer have the hesitation to treat as if I didn't care.

Euwayne, like water, watched that leopard freak of hers as she drifted with all her body.

"Yesterday it seemed like the floor I was polishing in front of the pavilion owner?

"It's tough acting, too. That stupid, gentle, only handled guy, 'cause these wives would love it."

"For that matter, it looks like a vegetarian mess?

Even to the provocative voice Ewayne unleashed with his unchallenged voice, Mascalade merely groaned, never responding without roughing up her voice.

"You'll like that guy better. The leopard at night will be delightful, of a chaste wife by day. In fact, it's not the kind of wind that likes, likes, and can't wait to hear about Atashi."

"I don't know anything about that. I don't know if it's a living thing. It's not this body."

Ewayne still goes on with his unchallenged voice, shaking. The mouthy place is moving somewhat, but it's really suspicious if the voice is coming from a mouthy place. Because it doesn't even look like Euwayne has some of the so-called organelles of the organism's vocalization.

This indescribable creature is the only known collaborator of Mascalade, but the Lord is different from each other. Mascarade is supposed to be Hidun's subordination for once, but technically not. She had her philosophy of action, and Hidun was just a relationship that would provide a convenient place for that. However, because she thinks that Hidun is better in power relations, she obeys Hidun in the first place.

Euwayne, on the other hand, seems to be a loyal Bradymarian. With Bradymaria's life, he seemed to be equipped with such loyalty that he would not even hate self-determination on the spot. If Euwayne had thought of it as a neat creature before that, it would be a story. But around the fact that he is aware of it, he thinks that something like intelligence clearly exists.

Still, it's creepy being seen behaving this way, even as a mascarade. It would certainly be possible to put a net all over this Arnelia if it had the ability of Euwayne to simulate it in this water. Everything that happens in this town is up to Euwayne to know. But Mascalade didn't know anything about how far from Ewayne could go, and Ewayne didn't try to talk about it. Ewayne may also be telling Brady Maria not to trust Mascalade.

Two subtle patterns when it comes to fighting together, but no clear purpose for action so far. Mascalade is getting into someone who seems convenient to hold him down for now, and Euwayne is moving in a position like a small-time Mascalade user. Most of all, Euwayne had the attitude of making a complete mockery of Mascalade, and Mascalade also knew he was looking down completely.

Continued