The Branded Female Fencer

"Captain, do you mind?"

"Bernau, what's up?

Valsas had been stopped by Bernau, the magician of the third squad. After making sure there are no people around him, Bernault further dives into his voice and talks.

"Something I'd like to tell you in confidence."

"You mean the intervention of the example organization?

Bernault was told what he wanted to say first, and was surprised to lift the lid that was falling with age.

"... did you know?

"It's something I could have imagined. They always show up where the battle is. If it were a war on this continent, it would almost be involved in some way. I can smell them when I'm home on the battlefield. Most of this battle they set up intentionally. And I'm fairly closely involved. There must have been someone close to the top of the organization, perhaps a leader."

"Is that why? Who tried to leave this battlefield?

Valsas shook his head vertically.

"There's that too. The organization can't even grasp the whole thing. No inadvertent contact. It may be the slowest."

"Why?"

"Lexus told me you had a strange hand job. Probably interacted with the organization's 'numbered'. I hope you can't keep your eyes open."

"Numbered?

"It's about the organization's doomsday. They've done it before, but they're pretty nasty. I used to have contracts with them. Because it meant no interference with each other, I dared to avoid Fort Salamo, which had disturbing air."

That's all I said. Bernau gave me an uneasy look. It's not normal to think of such things as a beastly Valsas making promises to avoid battle. Was the enemy so strong by then?

"Is there someone so troublesome that the captain avoids it? I knew they existed, and I tried to warn you because Alphilis looked like he didn't know."

"You don't have to know, you don't have to know. If you have a long history of mercenaries, you may not like them, but they may be in your ears. Those are groups that specialize in assassinations, but some of the top men are clearly out of combat, not just assassinations. I don't even know who he is, especially the one at the top, but he gave me a message one day. Use people.

I don't know how, but it seemed like he was manipulating someone else. When those who were being manipulated told only the message of "non-interference with each other", their necks fell on the spot. It was probably slashed beforehand, but it's a terrible task. He who slashed his neck beforehand and put him to despair shall be allowed to walk, etc.

Funny story, I fell in love. How to kill it, for the vibrancy of the incision. I don't know anyone who can kill that much, and I've never seen a cut like that. It was the first time I had seen it, even though it is said that when a master slashes, he does not lose his neck to the excess speed or even realizes that he was killed awesome.

Strength would be extrapolating. I don't even say you can't fight after that, but there's no guarantee you can win. I don't need to do it first, either. I thought it would be best to avoid it. "

"He said Lexus had made a mess of it. He's a headache at all times."

It was frightening when it came to Bernau's usual Lexus behavior, but Valsas didn't either.

"Don't say that. The fact that he can rub whatever he likes or dislikes will be an important part of our mercenary regiment. Maybe it's just too much this time."

"You think that non-interference agreement has been broken? So maybe the organization's going to set it up now, huh?

"No, it's not"

When the two were annoyed, at some point a man stood about five steps behind them. When the man glanced at the two, he turned to Valsas. The man is not interested in Bernau in the first place.

But Bernau was ignored and relieved the other way around. I was putting up a simple line for soundproofing and intruder detection. Yet it was easy to get in and out, because it was not strange that the enemy had already taken his life, even if he was willing to.

The man has spoken with a face that can also be taken as favorable.

"Long time no see, Valsas"

"Is it still Whisper? But say something strange. I'm sure you and I have never really met before."

"Heh heh, sure you do. It's always like this, right? Then let's just briefly tell them what to do. Our organization (Arms) once again promises not to attack you Blackhawks. That's it."

To that unexpected offer, Valsas frowned more than relieved.

"... you don't know why. It's hard to believe you're gonna miss us."

"Then can't you even think about this? There's no reason not to miss it, he said. Nothing else. We're not going around killing people teething to their own tissues from one end. We don't tolerate traitors to our own organization, but combat and assassination are just one means of negotiation. I don't feel the need to fight you right now, that's all."

"Necessity... is that all?

Valsas points it out. I didn't have any idea, I don't even know about the enemy. I don't even know if the man in front of me is Whisper himself. It wasn't something that read the expression or anything. Still, was it Valsas instinct that took Whisper into account?

Whisper didn't answer Valsas' question. Just grinning lightly, he loosened up and disappeared. Bernau tries to trace the trail to Whisper, who disappears from his sight as if he were a sorcerer.

"Stop."

"But..."

"It's impossible to follow the trail. I didn't use magic in the first place."

"You think that's not magic right now? So how the hell did he disappear?"

"I simply erased the signs. It's just like that, but it's too good. To the point of deceiving me, your eyes and your boundaries."

"Well, then let's not go after them"

Valsas disguised herself as calm, but from her back teeth she could hear a rinse and a toothpick. Lived, at least the enemy is meant to be. Valsas' pride was hurt when he was made to cock just for it.

Continued