The Branded Female Fencer

"So? Is it fun to keep an eye on me at 46: 00?

"The question is off target. I don't have that kind of emotion."

"Oh, you're such a boring creature. After all, that means Brady Maria's orders."

"Exactly. He's ordered you to keep an eye on Arnelia's latency, his trends, and your surveillance. Assuming cooperation, right? Lady Bradymaria said she still had concerns about an organization called Arnelia."

"Concerns?

Mascarade could not grasp the sincerity of the word. Mascalade had once seen Bradymaria, but he knew at first glance that there was no such thing as an overwhelming presence, a difference in strength. It suppresses its power in the appearance of a girl, but even in that state, Mascalade did not want to exist in the same space as Bradymaria for a moment.

Because I could understand that it would be easier to get my life picked up in the moment of hostility once than kicking a roadside stone. Mascarade is not a sensor or anything, but the harsh environment in which she grew up developed her intuition. Wherever you are, you are fit to survive, and you can tell instantly as much about where you are in danger. Judging by its intuition, Bradymaria's abilities are far superior to those of Orangeables. Miriazal is not comparable, and although he has never met with the True Dragons, he imagines that his prowess is probably much higher than that of True Dragons and others.

When that happens, one question remains on Mascarade's head. So overwhelming, and to smell the verses that resent Lifeless and Miriazal, where has Bradymaria been?

Mindful of that further, I don't see why Bradymaria would be wary of Miriazar. If Brady Maria is serious, I don't think there's much more to it than turning this city into ash for every defensive tie this city has put in place. Mascalade had an idea that something would be in a person named Oranceble that wouldn't let him. In fact, she's not in Orangeable's surgery.

Doubts come up one after the other, and swell up. Mascalade accidentally spoke to Euwayne, who thought he was bored.

"What do you say you're concerned about? Brady, there's nothing wrong with Maria that doesn't suit you."

"I don't know specifically. But our Mademoiselle said that the area would be more problematic than Miriazal himself."

"Around, hey. Well, if you lived a thousand years, you'd know quite a few places. I wonder if we can muster around the legendary phantom beast."

"Or maybe more."

To Euwayne's profound way of saying it, Mascalade became increasingly clueless. There is no stronger than a true dragon in Mascalade's head. Well, it's the first time I've ever known a creature called the Demon God to follow Hidun.

Mascalade who summons all the knowledge he can to find answers, but Euwayne began to crumble that body about how he captured that silence.

"Oh, hey, where are you going? Not yet."

"I don't have any more. More than that, the person concerned is approaching Arnelia"

"Do you care?

"It's the person in the matter. He's more than Miriazal."

"What?

While Mascarade was astonished, Euwayne vanished to blend that body into the ground. Later he was left with a mascarade that stood up unexpectedly with a surprised look,

"I can't stay like this, you should just net Arnelia. You can leave it to Euwayne, but then they'll question my convenience. Anyway, I have to make sure right away... that I can use Fenna's daughter at best."

When Mascarade wrapped his clothes around the sleaze and the outing again, he wiped out the spit he had thrown up on his feet and headed out early.

The Deep Green Palace has been busy with us lately. Arnelia, the headquarters, is pursued for its practical processing, partly because of the liveliness of its presence in the people. is the dispatch of mediators to various countries. Sending troops for demon hunting at the request of another country doesn't mean that's all you need to do. It is only natural that we should be prepared to receive Arnelia's troops.

First, as a country, we arrange passes and accommodation on the way to the march, or military locations. If we let the Arnelian contingents go wild in the area, we will lack gratitude, and there will be no facilities, towns, etc. that would be acceptable to a man of military size even if he moves suddenly. Forward touch, preparation is always necessary.

The response of the Border Guard and the Street Guard is cautious, even when the Army of Arnelia suddenly moves. No matter how many Arnelian passes you say you have, it takes effect when an individual travels, and there are no guards in any country that would go through "yes does it" with one bill of lading so many that if you make a mistake you could be invaded.

To this end, Arnelia first sends people called 'mediators' to conduct fact-finding when requested by various countries. But this is a superficial thing, and if it comes to Miriazal, such as the reality of each country, it is a mistake. Mediators simply go through the paperwork, or letter of fact process, and most of the fact-finding is over by the time they get to the other country. Originally, it couldn't have been possible to send in the exact force otherwise. I know as much as there is a backdrop to the good hands of countries and not many Arnelian churches.

The mediator demonstrates the main authority when the request ends. The end of the day is not just a paperwork procedure, but an adjustment of the price paid by each country to the Arnelian Church. Arnelia is never a charity. Though they do so ostensibly, Miriazal always demands a fair price from the other party. First of all, they will never be hardware, for example, if it is Prince Wang's study abroad in Gloria, or if it is an exclusive right to sell specialty products, or if it is a partial loan of domestic personnel rights.

Miriazal receives a small price from each country and is deeply rooted in the political system of each country. In many countries, those who disagreed about the dangers of Arnelia's such actions appeared, but they did not last long. Miriazal never abused those powers first, and those who disagreed with them were usually those who wanted to retain their rights. They were often less beneficial to the country. Such people were often naturally or intentionally eliminated.

In those circumstances, the countries knew how to request the Church of Arnelia. It's been quite a while since the state became in its current position, and I can somehow imagine how much it would cost if I asked what it was. Requests for assistance to Arnelia, or requests for assistance, were therefore made relatively frequently. Usually the Arnelian Church wouldn't go without choosing the circumstances of the request, but Miriazal currently undertook everything, large and small. Even so, he himself will be out again, so what do those who are pursued in practice in the Deep Green Palace think before each document that descends as if it were an arrow flying in battle -

Then let's see how it goes.

"Espis, it's Linella..."

"Yes."

"What is it, Master Dride?"

"Tea tastes good."

"That's right."

"Yeah, really"

The three Dryde, Espis and Linella, who were left as civilians practicing in the Deep Green Palace, sipped tea loosely on a clean desk where the paperwork was not on a single piece of dust. seemingly graceful afternoon discourse, seems to be such a body-

"I wonder why we're sitting here this afternoon referring to such a pleasant leaky day"

"Really. If this is common, I'd like to grab my lunch box and go to the maintenance area."

"That's right. If you go, is it the sea, is it the mountain?"

"The sea will still be cold. If you're going, isn't that a mountain?

"No, no, there will be many hibernating demons wandering around, so the ocean is much safer in terms of danger"

"But mountains are easy times to spend... and if you pick a mountain near Arnelia, it won't be that dangerous."

"Which is a good thing... if the next room isn't even in sight, I'm going out right now."

Dryde, to that word, the air and grin of the three freezes. Tons of paperwork you can see across the door that you can see properly, on the desk in the separate room. Mountains, mountains, mountains - so much paperwork that it's appropriate to describe it that way. As a mood, not height, it was just the amount of paperwork that made me wonder if it was higher than the mountains of Pilebos.

In other words, Dryde, Espis and Linella were in the middle of a real escape.

Continued