The Branded Female Fencer

"(Damn, I couldn't kill you with my hands. I'm sure Renatica killed him. I can't beat that guy for the rest of my life with this. I didn't know I was so sorry I couldn't win... I had to work out more)"

Elsia was more trapped than relieved by the joy of surviving, just by one point that she couldn't kill Kersu. Regardless of how many mercenaries Kersu was, I was only thinking about how I could have killed that man now. That personality is always helpful and disastrous for her.

By Elsia, Gail slept snoring, and Uty was still squirming over her head. Elsia grabs the utility over her head for what she always thought.

"Yikes! Just treat me gently."

"Shut up, you worthless leprechaun."

"It'll be more useful than you! This is what I look like. I'm not..."

"I'm useless anyway! So tell me, what am I missing?"

Utility also responded to Elsia's angry question by losing, but he saw his readiness for the unprecedented light of Elsia's eyes.

"Now you're serious?

"Yeah, I don't want to feel any more miserable."

"Then I won't do anything. Not now."

"What?

Unexpectedly the power comes into Elsia's hands holding the utility.

"Humph! Aah! Hey, 'cause you're really gonna die!

"I'm not kidding you more than that! What do you mean, don't do anything?"

"I'm telling you, my foot is tied! Not you now!

Elsia's sword screen was awesome, but Uti also said he was a loser.

"Atashi's been watching Alfie and the others longer than you. I also know what the Alfies are fighting against. What they're fighting for is a monster far more than you can imagine. Man's life is foolish, he thinks nothing of the country or even the Spirit. Even true dragons, if necessary, no, even creators, like God if they exist, will have no hesitation in killing them. You shouldn't be ready to face something like that.

Those are the people you're trying to shoulder to shoulder. You're still too short of anything. Strength, readiness. If you really want to fight beside them, it's out of the question to skip the workout. No, no matter how much you build up your workouts, in the end, shouldering may not really make sense. Still fulfill. Will thou take the sword, and be ready to fight? If you're not even ready, you don't deserve a sword right now. At least, I'm just going to waste my sword so much right now. Stop that. "

"A good thing? This is not compulsory. If you give up fighting, no one will make a fool of you. Especially the Alfies. She treated you as one person in a good way. You know what? Alfie said he stopped cracking people up to look for you. To a certain extent, I knew you were smart, and I told you to take the sword and be ready to die. I must have told you the most beforehand and thought you understood.

If I thought I was just a kid about you, Alfie would have come looking for you. Which was better for you?

"... Rusai. Shut up, shut up!"

Elsia screamed and threw her away. Elsia was crying when she hit the soft wall of the tent and Uty got in shape as she spun.

"What, all the windy faces we all found out! That's what I know! But I can't help it, because I'm me. I can't stand around being so clever, and I know I still have to do it -"

"Elsia, you... you're so selfish"

Utility just cut and threw away Elsia turning like a half frenzy. And like Lisa, she imitates shaking her neck sideways in a lifted state.

"Atashi's probably there, too. Come on, I'm going to have enough to tell. That's you with Peppy, Peppy. Why don't you slap him in the head until he dies of root vegetables? You might get a little smarter."

"What the hell!? Say it again!

Elsia tried to grab Utility, but this time Utility fled out of Elsia's reach.

"Ha-ha-ha, try to catch me. But human beings wouldn't reach this height, would they?

"I told you so."

When Elsia grabbed the right little stone that was weird, she hit the utility with her finger. Uty hits a little stone, giggle, and screams.

"Hey, you! What the hell!

"Zamami! Because you make fun of me!

"This guy! Turn to the fairy, what a punishment!

"It's a pot fairy anyway, isn't it? It's gonna be a good night, though!

That's how when the two of them were having a total fight, suddenly the ground sounded. When they looked at each other, they now turned the sword curtain and headed out at first sight.

After Alphilis fell asleep, Rhine was being pursued by the military and mercenary corps response. There were many casualties, as well as numerous casualties of war. Fortunately, many of them are still healthy, although morale has not declined, and many reserves have been set aside for them in the fort. With all this, we can take care of the wounded, and we can fix the situation. It would also be indispensable to withdraw.

But Rhine thought there was no retreat. I didn't hear Alphilis' thoughts clearly about this battle, but I somehow imagined it. If you were to sell the name of 'Millions of Feathered Mercenaries Running in Heaven' all at once on the battlefield, this is the only place. Being blessed with any more opportunities is no longer the case.

Normally, I would spend more time making basements and selling names. But the other person's situation won't let me. The Demon King the enemy had used this time was so complete that it was not comparable to before. Plus enemy power. When he was shown so much power, Rhine thought that Alphilis couldn't possibly have the idea of making the mercenary corps bigger or something.

"(That's honest... the morale of the mercenaries would be down honestly. If you can show me that much monster competition, it usually shrivels. But that's normal. The question is how do we raise it from here)"

Line was dividing the majority of his thoughts into your thoughts, skipping simple instructions. And when he was left to a healthy human being, he began to worry in earnest over a cup of hot black bean water (coffee).

"(Even with low morale, these mercenaries will fight as long as we give the order. I didn't lose as much as they suspected our morale abilities. But in this case, what is it that makes our name come up? The battlefield is no longer a bargain. Even today the two factions will enter into negotiations for a truce. Client terrain gradually desertifies after this area. In that case, there will be an overwhelming advantage for clients who can deploy guerrilla warfare, and less good at taking land away as a veisel. Clier loses some fertile land, but if that's all it takes, I guess it's your word. We just have to gradually take back the land we lost in diplomatic negotiations again.

In that case, we're almost ready to use it - there may be backwork, but the client was originally a country that excelled in such manipulation. Even without the use of mercenaries, there will be soldiers who can move. More and more it doesn't seem to be our turn, but I don't know what to do... I'm pretty sure the clientele stinks, but I don't have enough hands after just knowing them) "

Rhine makes coffee.

"(And the transparent soldiers who attacked me in the woods. I probably know those guys... how could they be so far away? No, you think there's something here that they can just intervene in? but)"

"Quiet."

Rhine had his hips dagger sticking out behind his back before he thought of a voice that had suddenly happened from behind. But those behind them are also fast. The sword became dressed to be poked down each other's throats at the same time. But the one on the line did have his sword stuck in his throat, but it was not clear where the sword tip on the line was. Because the other person's appearance was transparent and blended into the white of the tent. Only the tip of a short knife poked into the line's throat could be seen slightly.

The line hasn't broken its calm yet. Because if the intruder had a clear hostility, he would already be dead because he had predictions. It was clear that I had no intention of hurting myself immediately to this person. One thing I can tell is that it's pretty hand-worked. The line doesn't break its chill and asks someone.

Continued