The Branded Female Fencer

"(You're not for mercenaries, you're too righteous)"

Rhine was now realizing the word.

"(Ugh, Vril. I'm me, no matter where I go. Whether you're a knight or a mercenary, the line is still the line.

Well, if you use a pseudonym, they might say which mouth you want.) "

Rhine took a sigh of relief and answered Layer's question.

"There used to be a knight who taught me the sword. There was a knight who preached chivalry to me. I always had a knight on my side of the weak and who spoke on his back. No one and he looked good to me. This is what I wanted to be when I was young, what I wanted to be when I was a man."

"Didn't it?

"... the reality was harsh. I wanted to protect everything. But that's why I lost even what I wanted to protect the most. I don't know what I want to protect since then. I guess I didn't have enough weight to be a knight. That's all.

But I can't erase my stained habits. I'll always be the halfway knight. The words I just said were certainly directed at myself. When there's a guy in trouble, he reaches out. It's because of the bad taste. "

"It is. But..."

Layer honestly responded to the words of the line. It was a false, lay word.

"Isn't that why some people are saved? Now I'm grateful, at least."

"... don't let the kid say extra comfort."

"That's good. I'll look forward to it when you get home."

Layer left the scene without waiting for Rhine's reply. Later there is a somewhat flattering line left behind.

"... Ha, nasty words to the kid's ass. I think I need to work out. When will you shake to teach people something..."

The line felt a little, like my heart's obsession had been broken.

Soon after Layer left the source of the line, another person stood before him.

"Can I have a word?"

It was Cowen who stood in front of the layer. The layers and the unchanging woman on her back stand on the spot with an uncluttered smile.

But the layer knows. The one with a meaningless smile was either a real idiot, to hide his nature with a smile and not let him know, or one who was trying to deceive people. In Layer's view, this woman did not look like an idiot and decided that she would be either of the latter.

When Layer ignores Cowen, he tries to pass by silently.

"Uh-huh, ignore it until it's brilliant. But that attitude is not good. Can you be very strong and be good at childhood training?"

"... who are you?

Layer put his luggage on the spot and in an instant he was in a position to strangle Cowen with wings and strangle him anytime from behind. When I gently applied force to my arms, it felt so refreshing that it seemed like it would break my luxurious Corwen's neck or something.

But Cowen is not surprised, and he persuades the layers to breathe a little.

"Can you help me out first - I can't talk properly about this - because I don't have the power to do this to you, even if I don't have to worry ~"

"... I won't be alarmed. Your posture stays the same, and here's the question."

"Fine, go ahead."

Cowen urged the layers.

"How did you find out about me?

"It's easy ~. I'm a scholar, but I fixed the simple magic as part of the miscellaneous ~. My use demons have been released to this fort and battlefield from the beginning ~. I used them to follow people I care about especially ~.

You and Mr. Renatica are particularly interesting ~. I was wondering why we wouldn't give you a more active place ~ "

"Active?"

"Yeah, it's just an assassination."

Continued