The Branded Female Fencer

"I have no hostility right now. At first Pfeiffer, you planned to end it too, but I changed my mind. You could be the ruler of the client ahead. Then it would be in my interest to keep it alive. I'm gonna miss you, so you're gonna have to try to survive this and take the throne at best."

"Well, if you miss it, which mouth do you want..."

"And the other is Lunatica, you"

Renatica reacts frighteningly. I don't know how I dull myself, but Renatica realized that it was someone close to the habit that infected her. Don't fight this man - that's what my instincts told me.

Whisper's atmosphere changes. It clung to Renatica's body, as if it were a blemish and killing stain.

"We seem to be growing well. It wasn't what I thought, but it looks like you walked towards a better ending."

"A better ending - what?

"You'll find out soon enough. Why did I create an organization like the one I am now? Everything to get rid of the legend."

"Legend?"

"There are people in this world who live in a world of darkness, not in authentic history. Two of them I feared. One had come to this battlefield. These monkeys were feeding on you.

And the other one is still sleeping. He's the strongest person I've ever known. You guys seem busy preparing for the Orange or the Demon King, but whoever bears the name of doom suddenly comes one day. Don't forget. I know there's nothing you can do about it, but if there's a chance... "

Whisper said that and looked at Lunatica and crushed what, Lunatica was jumping backwards unexpectedly. Because I feared the creeps of Whisper.

And Lunatica's movements triggered it. It was enough for Whisper with a gap where everyone was distracted for a moment. Canato's sword blew from halfway, and countless slaughters were pouring down at Canato's standing feet as the astonished Canato flew back. But Whisper can't see me missing anything.

Mireille and Grace continued, but Whisper, with all of Mireille's high-speed serial strikes in one hand, judged, slipped Grace's sword into the two dovetails at the same time, sliding the palm bottom. Mireille backed off aggressively to deliver the shock, but Grace, who is not as responsive as Mireille, will certainly be attacked.

When Grace collapsed, he kicked that back and Whisper left. Climbing to the roof of a three-story building in one step, he left only an invincible grin and disappeared. Lisa flies the sensor, but it is no longer possible to sense Whisper.

"... I got away. What a brilliant way to get rid of the signs"

"Damn! You just got hit all you wanted!

"I don't know about that. Perhaps you can just retreat the powerful who can only afford to be surrounded by us. There were no dead people over here this time, let's not.

And I know a lot about it. "

Zeldos gives his opinion calmly. Blackhawk, who often fought on the western side of the continent, has never once or twice wondered why battles frequently occur on the western side. Though I somehow felt that those causes were because of the existence of a continued supply of weapons to all forces, I couldn't grasp the reality of it much longer. It's too handy for the black magicians to be around, and most importantly, too much trouble. Though Blackhawk thought there was some kind of cooperative organization, it was the first time the enemies of that organization had been revealed.

And in doing so, it was Renatica who was thinking of something completely different. She could clearly hear the last words whispered by Whisper. This is what the voice said.

"Heir of silver, be stronger than you are now"

and.

Not long before Whisper's case, Pfeiffer and Alphilis, an unexpected figure had visited them before Ozdoba had finished discussing it.

Who Aeruare was interested in and said he felt Aeruare had seen it. It was Miranda, Archbishop of Arnelia.

A sudden visit from Arnelia's top executives. The servant Pfeiffer is surprised, too, and can't hide the tension. That the Archbishop of Arnelia has never visited the country in a decade. Either buy extra upset, or make up some sort of feat for peace. This time it was obvious that it was the former.

As can be seen from the fact that the Arnelian Society has Temple Knights, countries also know that it is never just an organization for charity. There is not one or two countries that have turned down aid from Arnelia, or were turned down and perished. If this war started and the client was cut off from Arnelia, Pfeiffer's cutting was of course a matter of client survival.

Even Pfeiffer was facing Miranda as she remembered something cold on her back.

"Ah, that's awkward! If you think things are too big to converge, you're kind of settling on your own. Where's Atashi's effort in getting rid of his regular job twice as fast?"

"Fair enough, Miranda. Relax."

It was the appearance that made Arnelia's archbishop fit and majestic, and I thought she was another beautiful, sweet woman with brilliant golden hair, but for a moment even Pfeiffer's nearly fantasy collapsed without 10 seconds.

Miranda sat on the couch somewhere deep, legged and relaxed in her private room. Pfeiffer accidentally missed her gaze as the fine coat she had hidden to her feet turned up and her thighs were about to dew. When Miranda first came into the room, Ozdoba and the others just said it was out of the way - but they were getting rid of me with their eyes.

Ask Miranda, who is afraid Pfeiffer is cornered in another sense.

Continued