The Branded Female Fencer

"Gort, you look disgusted."

"Naturally! I haven't fought with satisfaction yet! And you say you don't feel anything, Lord Valand? Even though Ooznum was in the middle of a war, who could possibly have killed him? As a knight, what are you gonna do about it?

"That's a good point. But a knight would be absolutely obedient to the commands of his superiors. This withdrawal was also decided by Captain Ordain. Right?

"Mm... you're right"

In Valand's words, Gort pulled lightly. The stubborn, merit-supremacist goat also often obeyed honestly if it were an ordained decision he recognized.

But today he was different. That seemed to be all Woznum's death for Gort. The knight of tyranny is also sensitive to the death of his companions.

"But I still think I should take Ooznam's revenge. I can't do it now, but I need to make my revenge clear and be ready for the time to come."

"Keep it around, it's Captain Ordine who even thinks about it. It doesn't do a lot of things when a muscle person tries to use his head up to a brain like yours. Please, don't go ahead on your own."

"Tell me what! Who would say such a thing?

Ahead of Gort looking back, a small knight was advancing his horse, dressed in full red armor. The horses were very splendid, but the knights were disproportionately small. If I tell you, it's even a little blurry. But when he saw the red knight, Gort drew his body from horse to horse, a little afraid, and gave way to him.

"Mercreed... when did you get here?

"Just now with Rianno. Captain Ordine is waiting for you, they're telling you to rendezvous immediately. You guys should say hello later."

"That's good. But Mercury, don't you feel comfortable mourning the death of your people?

Gort ate down to Mercredo passing faceless. As a goat for the enthusiasts, I don't always care about the calm Mercred. No, I don't care because I know Mercury isn't supposed to be that kind of character.

"The Mercury of Blood Warfare". A captain who leads the strongest army of the Carazel cavalry, known for its fiercest way of fighting and brutality beyond fierceness. If so many men were on the battlefield, they would likely hear their names in the distance (all over the place), but Gort never even heard Mercred's name until he joined the Carazel Cavalry. He still doesn't tell us where he was a knight he served, and he didn't know where that came from except for Ordain.

But strength alone is real. The mad warrior, who also glances at Gort, answered his question with clear eyes on his back with armor of that blood colour.

"It's not like there isn't. But it's no use mourning, because this is not the time. If I ever mourn the death of Woznum..."

"If any?

"That would be when we found his revenge. All I have to do then is mourn the death of Ooznum and let my enemies regret that they were born in this world. If you're on edge, you'll meet Ooznum's enemies in a battle place, keep your anger until then. All right?"

"... ok"

Gort pulled after the patrol. I've never made a difference what Mercreed said. But Gort wonders if he won't get his revenge if he asks for it. At the same time, it makes me wonder if Mercredo has any way of doing it.

But what was Mercury himself thinking? As he advanced his horse at the same pace, he slowly caught up with the two horsemen walking ahead.

"Captain Odine, I still seem to be looking for companion dissatisfaction. The Yellow Knight and the Tea Knight both fought together. The Blue Knight's troops are also upset to learn of Ooznum's death."

"Well... it's been a long time since I've lost a captain. Can't you hide the upset?"

"You're just gonna throw it away like this?

"No."

Captain Carazel Cavalry, Ordine saw a purple armored knight lining up his horses next door. The female knight, known as Rianno, responded to the ordaine with a different cold eye than Mercredo. The eyes don't even look the same purple as the armor because of the light. The Lianno serves and speaks in an administrative tone.

"What do you say, Rianno?

"It was difficult to track down just my regiment of hand-held soldiers. The enemy appears to have left using a long-range transfer. It was impossible to identify the coordinates of the destination."

"Would it be possible for the Magic Church?

"No, that doesn't seem possible either. If you get away with multiple metastases in the first place, that alone takes a few days to track down, and months if you do poorly. These people who manipulate so much higher magic, they won't be the ones who fall out while they're being tracked."

"Do you have any hands?

"No, I have hands. If it's hard to chase, you just have to call it out."

Rianno flatly said away. To the words, Ordain asked Mercredo with his eyes. Merkleed unraveled Ordain's intentions and was slowly nodding.

"As the captain would like. No matter who else doesn't accompany you, I'm the only one who can follow you."

"I will accompany you as you cross the border. I'm not going anywhere else anyway. Others will be similar."

"I'm sorry, I ordered a sudden departure when this battle was uncomfortable, and now I try to jump in favor of the battlefield. It would be a good inconvenience for your lords to be pulled around in the morning command. But there was no righteousness in this battle.

But let's just promise one thing, as usual. I do not fight with personal grievances. We always wield our power because of the weak. Because that's what I hoped for, and I became a vagrant knight. This is my pledge. "

"" As you wish. ""

As the two accompanying knights drowned their heads over the ordaine, they followed the ordaine and walked away. In this battle, the damage to the Karatzel Cavalry was truly immense. The worst recent battle is the great lapse of losing almost a whole bunch of troops. There's more damage I've done to them than that, but it wasn't on the damage account for them.

Everyone speculated on this achievement and the fluttering language flew, but where was the wind blowing in the cavalry of the day? And they accompany Ordain unchanged, touring the continent. To keep the pledges that each of us failed to fulfill when we were knights.

Ordine looked back a little on the battlefield where he was about to leave, puffing the man with rare long hair. There are still signs of crap on the battlefield. There was another commotion, and Ordine was staring. And there were other people who cared.

"(A female mercenary who left my unit three times? You missed me)"

He thought, and now it was time for him to leave the scene behind without looking back.

Continued