The Branded Female Fencer

But this time, Louis had another purpose in the first place. Louis had cared about something since he had previously infiltrated Romansland. It's the unnaturalness of logistics. When you make a big move, a lot of supplies always move. It's hard to prepare down there when you start a war, and naturally the bigger it gets, the longer it takes to prepare down there. That is something that I can feel because Louis, who has some experience of leading divisions once, has 100 men ready in a moment, but when moving divisions it took at least 10 days to prepare.

Romansland is always ready for battle in fortifications near the border in that regard. A food depot has been set up near the border, where new supplies are always stockpiled. It also has an iron refinery and arsenal. The streets are also built for war, and the country is ready for war at all times.

But how about this fight? Clients are ambitious countries in the first place. It was famous to be ready for war at all times, but Wiesel shouldn't be. Then the war was unfolding on Vesel's advantage, even though the clients who waged the war were supposed to prevail. No matter how Veisel hired a large number of strong mercenaries, such as the Carazel Cavalry, he moved too fast. That's as if you knew you'd be attacked.

As if to show that, Louis knew that supplies such as iron and food had been pouring into Vesel recently. But it's not just about Vesel, it's about clients. Louis tried to follow the flow of supplies, but could not grasp the move. Because I had no idea who was running supplies for what purpose, and I couldn't think of anyone who would gain from waging a war in the first place.

Being involved in this battle happens to Louis. But Louis noticed strange movements as he explored those flows. The contents of the supplies were roughly the only objects that could be followed, but I noticed that there were strange substances in them. A strange drink that is transported into the clientele in bulk. Louis took one of them and tried to change the contents, but the smell was terrible and it wasn't something he could drink. Still, I was forced to give it to livestock around there, but it seems to be a powerful sleeping pill. But Louis had no idea how to use a ton of sleeping pills.

And what Lexus explored was that one unit had been making some suspicious moves in the client for a long time. It was that some troops from the centre were stationed in a fort near the border, where sinners and slaves were brought in to do something. Security was so tight that even with Lexus' infiltration capability, it couldn't be explored, but there was clearly a strange move in the clientele.

Louis wasn't sure. But the doubts were unfortunate in nature. What really bothers me is that I didn't look into it until the beginning, and that's when the investigation leads to something important. Louis believed that question and jumped in with Lexus during this vortex of war.

But now he was about to immerse himself in the battle against Alphilis so much that the matter blew up. I know the two in front of me are strong too. But for Louis, Alphilis was more than Valsas, he was one of the opponents he wanted to fight. Louis was instinctively feeling that this girl might have the strength she wanted to know.

When Louis grabbed the ice sword, he rarely kicked the ground from himself and stormed the Alphilis.

"How's the war?"

"Ha. In the battle ahead, Wiesel's ambush and the night raid failed. We've lost 30% of our power."

You've been dead a long time.

"Yes, but I'm not more dead than I expected. Were the enemies weak, or were there good men here?"

"The mercenary woman."

So it was Pfeiffer who gave a slightly gloomy look. At the end of that line of sight is Grants. They were in quarantine compartments set up inside the fort of Salamo, doing what was secretly there.

Pfeiffer laughs all the time.

"How are you?

"No, I knew that that woman mercenary would do it. It seemed more usable than any of your other Bonkla men. [M] You can tell by the look in her eyes, that woman's eyes worthy of this one without alarm. A woman with liver. Even though we're obviously in the wrong, you don't break me, and you don't work any more disrespect than we need. If they didn't think I deserved to talk, that woman could have appropriately flushed off this battlefield and left. Or maybe he was going back to sleep."

"... is it?"

"You will. Besides, that woman is here for some purpose. Maybe the Arnelian Church asked me to come and mediate on this battlefield. With a sword, a powerful means."

"No way. You can't do that on a battlefield of confusion like yesterday, at the minute of a single mercenary. If we could do that, it would be our king, or something more terrifying than the Great Demon King."

Maybe it's something surprisingly horrible.

Grants rounds his eyes to Pfeiffer's words. Seeing that Grants, Pfeiffer laughed as he came.

"What a face, Grants. Just kidding."

"Master Pfeiffer's words don't sound like a joke. Because you've always been the one who makes pictures like jokes real."

"Buy it."

"No, I don't think so. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be following you. Acts like this one can only really worry about future clients. Whoever I point my back finger at, I'll follow you."

Pfeiffer looked a little troubled when she saw Grants bow his head respectfully. This man was a master of swords since he was a young man and a good counselor. But it lacks a little flexibility. I can trust you to be loyal and never betray yourself, but I can't drive a bit to operate as my right arm.

That's true of this one. As Arnelia's response, getting their assistance, mediation, was nothing short of bluffing. Instead, I wanted to know how many people Arnelia would let out if I did. The dark part of Arnelia is deep. It is an implicit understanding, known to all who are in a position to run the nation of this continent.

If Arnelia is going to pose any threat to you to this extent, you have to move your plan quite carefully. If necessary, I don't even hate to punch piles into the dark areas of Arnelia. Anyway, I can't even strike a cure with someone I might not be good at. One of Pfeiffer's purposes was to move Arnelia's darkness.

However, Pfeiffer was completely dressed to be flattered by Arnelia as Grants continued to refuse Arnelia's aid in vain. It is still early to be admired by Arnelia. At least a few more years. Pfeiffer wanted to wait for that opportunity, when the current Arnelian Virgin turns into the next Virgin.

Continued