The Branded Female Fencer

"Sometimes Espis, doesn't Linella have to be Elsa's assistant?

"Yes, I thought we wouldn't be needed for the time being. You already have your own information network for that person. Neither do we. As far as we're concerned, Lord Elsa would have done better if he had done what he wanted, rather than giving instructions."

"We'll exchange information in the process, and gradually we'll just have to know each other. Now Lord Elsa is at his best to grasp the current situation, and yet the task springs up. Otherwise, even Lord Elsa will fall."

"I see. So this time they're cleaning up administrative work at the Deep Green Palace?"

Dride was convinced, but on the contrary, Elpis and Linella were not.

"Now it's a question from us. I know it's very rude of you to ask the Archbishop these questions, but why didn't you put your own deputy on the sidelines? I gave him the assignment as if he hated it, and he said he drove him outside."

"... I've just been trained by a boulder minar. It's a real question."

Where did the serene atmosphere go earlier? Dryde answers the sudden increase in nervousness as he rinses his tea.

"What do you think of them? Ask questions without thinking about yourself."

"There's a lot going on... but I was wondering if there's just one more question. I mean, I want to know our trends and use them as pawns."

"Why?"

"Because you don't trust your men, do you?

Dride stared into her eyes at the opinion that Linella had expressed without abomination.

"I don't trust you, what?

"I didn't forget. Previously, in Arnelia, there was a rudimentary situation in which Lord Marlon, an archbishop's assistant, was murdered. In the end, the killer was caught, but before the truth could be found out, the person made his own decision. At the end of the day, we didn't know what the motive was or whether he was really the killer.

Lord Forte, who instead became Assistant Archbishop, is still inexperienced. Because of the very good character of the family in the first place, he was the one who came into existence in this Arnelia after being bought the family more than his track record. It will be impossible to stop that there is an inferior part of that practical ability compared to the constant archbishop's assistant.

If it was a time of peace, that would have been fine. But when a relaxed and serene character like that is more on the board in this time of fire, it won't even come together. "

"Besides, that case isn't over with the information I got. Instead, it seems that the truth has gone deeper, making it even harder to capture the clues."

"On what grounds?

Dryde stares at Espis. Espis took a sigh of relief at the unexpected sharpness of his eyes before beginning to answer.

"I can't give you a basis. But I think this idea has a good chance of coming close to the truth.

This murder of Lord Marlon, the archbishop's assistant, is an internal crime. And someone with a pretty good identity. If you do poorly, those who are close to us "

"What are you trying to say?

"... Didn't Archbishop Dryde come suspecting the murderer of Lord Marlon to be another archbishop's assistant, Lord Arial?

When Dryde looked back at Espis' shooting eyes, Espis also found out for a moment what to do. Dryde answered slightly cursorily, as moving his lips seemed too heavy.

"... this is the Deep Green Palace. It's not a rare thing."

"I see, if that's your answer, I won't say anything. There's not much investigation going on with us on the matter. It's not the first time anything's ever been plotted in this Arnelian church."

"But in a situation where this much Arnelia has been pushed into distress, this little stream may not necessarily be fatal. If you're the usual Miriazal, you'll kick it, but I don't want you to end up with a small breakdown."

Dry narrowed his eyes to Rinella's inquiry, but he couldn't even speak of the fact that the problem was only a problem, which was far-fetched. Instead, those gray eyes tell them both in distress. "I'll put the end to this problem -".

When Elpis and Linella looked at each other, they stopped pursuing this issue any further. I can't afford them so much right now, and I'm so busy with projects in my hands that I can no longer move. Besides, they didn't think there would be people who would start a power struggle or anything before this fire situation - an issue that would probably no longer surface in time. Both Espis and Linella thought that a series of moves was part of a power struggle that was common to Arnelia. It is, of course, because of the considerable amount of information available.

In the meantime, a maple who was bringing them papers or helping them with their work brings them the next pile of documents. At the same time the tea that was before them was cleaned up and replaced by a set of work tools.

"The break is over. Get on with your next job."

"Yeah? Already?

"Just a few more moments. At least just another cup of tea."

"No, sir."

Maple split a pile of paperwork into each when he kicked over a protest of Espis and Linella half-jokes. When Dride turned one of them, his expression became something natural and rugged. And his eyes were poured on a piece of the paperwork, and his hands were completely stopped. Espis notices how it is and looks up all the time.

"Dear Dryde, what are those documents?

"No, it's a report on Arnelia's mandate... what!?

Espis and Linella took their seats and went to him, looking at the paperwork at the same time, in the voice of Dryde, which was rarely surprising, but also somewhat insane.

Continued