The Branded Female Fencer

Inside the Golden Faction, there were still brilliant lights on. Originally brilliantly decorated faction buildings were noisy as if they were also hosting at dinner parties, but that was just before the election. Everyone was still doing their job as a matter of course in the faction, and Marigold, while weighty, was in executive duty. Marigold is a lightness that doesn't make you feel weighty, creeping through the sides of people who work through the night. Are they too busy to even try to say hello to Marigold, the faction's candidate? When it came to realism, the golden faction-like sight that weighed on efficiency, it seemed.

Marigold holding a bunch of paperwork aside without even worrying about it and going early enough. She walked refreshingly as she moaned her blonde hair and hid her belly with loose clothes, which had recently become more prominent. Sleek hips, arms, etc. are so tight that I don't think she had seven children.

There were those who spoke to that Marigold.

"Marie, okay?

"Representative, are you still awake?"

It was Weifseller, the head of the gold faction, who stopped Marigold from legging. She's already old, and even though her life expectancy is coming, it's not weird, but her head spin hasn't faded yet. It would be impossible to fight as a magician, but she was still sitting on the chief's seat as an unparalleled gesture.

Weifseller approached Marigold in a slightly indelible foothold, sticking his cane. Only the voice is still ringing, so the difference with the motion is terrible. Marigold also helped her as she remembered, reaching out and letting her sit in a nearby chair. Huh, and my breath leaks out loud from the Weif cellar.

"Hey, it's still old. My head still spins, but I don't listen to my ankles. It's time to retire."

"That's troublesome. I still need you to work for another 10 years. I can't let go of my kids for another 10 years, considering I'm going to be raising them. I need representatives on active duty until I can focus on my work."

"You're a terrible kid! Are you going to hang on to this baba for the next 10 years? All you have to do is have a meeting with the kids while you milk them. That's what I was."

"Don't be unscrupulous, my husband cares even when it looks like this. It's nice to expose milk in front of people. If you're a delegate, you can milk them, but no one might care."

"Ha, I didn't tell you! Even if it looked like this, she was beautiful enough to be proposed by all the other big faction representatives. She was so much better than you!

"Yes, yes, because there's hardly any more people alive who know about that time. What's more important than that? I'm too busy looking like this. The girl at the bottom finally stopped crying at night, so I want to get all my work done by now."

Marigold said only dazzlingly, but what is in a hurry is if you look at the number of documents held aside. Depending on the content, it may be near dawn when the process ends. But Weifseller was also in a hurry.

"Marie, or worse, the day before the election. Are you done with that job?

Marigold's eyebrows move tingly in the words of Weifeseller.

"... delegates are bold, too, you don't have to talk like that in here"

"That's okay, either way, it's just me and you. It could have been a huge burden on you doing the election and this job in parallel, but one way or the other, this job takes precedence over the election. You won't win this election. Instead, I already know the results."

"I know that, too. That's why I work until I make bears under my eyes, too. I'm about to finish the last one now. This is all we have to do by tomorrow morning, because we have to do everything we can."

When Marigold glanced at the side paperwork, Weifseller seemed convinced as well.

"Oh, is that right? That did a bad thing. Hey, stop your leg. Then there's just one more thing. The result, after all, is what the client thought?

"Yeah, you were right. Damn, he's a terrible person. I know exactly how you feel about not giving up the representatives of the Golden Faction until now. If I were the faction's representative, I'd be taking turns in less than five years."

"Right? Because there's no one but me who can deal with him. Thank you for your hard work, surviving and growing your strength in this magic church. Because magicians don't just have to do magic, either. My life as a magician has changed a lot since I was young."

"That's why we are now. But I'm glad we're here. For the Magic Church and for the rest of us."

Marigold nods forcefully and tries to leave the scene. The Weifseller stopped her once.

"Oh, just one more thing. When you get older, you can't even say what you want in order. Apart from tomorrow's chairmanship, there's an agenda that we've been talking about lately, right? Look, what did I say, that magician..."

"Are you talking about a mercenary, Alpha Reese?

"Yeah, that's it! They recently received a presentation of information from a bunch of dark magic people, but if it's true, it's outrageous. People with that kind of magic are letting it go wild without any kind of surveillance. I haven't been to a meeting lately, so I don't know what happened since I was presented on the agenda."

"Are you talking about that? But don't worry, little progress has been made. There's been some chairmanship, and it's been shelved temporarily. But..."

"What is it?

"Depending on the way those who become chairmen think, there will be severe dispositions, won't there? I'm trying to protect her because it's about the current chairman and the summoner faction Esmeralda."

"By the way, what if you became chairman?

Weifseller looked sharply at Marigold. But Marigold was shaking his neck to the side, even though he thought it was settled.

Continued