The Branded Female Fencer

"So... did you say Sister Anolun? The new Archbishop will go to this battlefield."

"Oh, I didn't say I fell asleep. You think I'm here for sightseeing, Pfeiffer?

"Honey, honey?

Pfeiffer shut up about the nasty things he rarely even heard in downtown. A client who can't be a classy country for flattery or words, but when it comes to using dirty slogans (slang) so far, he can only be a jerk. I never dreamed the archbishop of Arnelia would use it.

But Miranda, backwards of the rhetoric, had asked Pfeiffer with such a sharp gaze, sipping tea served with graceful manners. That was, as far as Alphilis knew, Miranda herself on the battlefield.

"The many evils that Teresa has done are all foreseen here. I don't know why you avoided Arnelia, but what kind of human experiments you might have done. If it were true, you would have been internationally stripped of your identity, mutilated, and heavily punished by Arnelia's compulsory summons. That's how far they missed it. You know what that means?

"... you didn't nearly judge me, did you?

When Pfeiffer carefully returned it, Miranda - Anorn had silently affirmed.

"- The black magicians, the athletes call it that for convenience. Their intervention is unexpected. Besides, it probably turned out to be an unexpected intervention on their part. Not just Arnelia right now, but the Magic Church, the Orin Pass, and the Exorcist Society are searching for idiots who bugged the mountain.

There's a guy who can blow up one mountain on his own, so any strategy or tactic makes no sense. That's the top priority. Always check where you are and keep an eye out. It's your evil compared to what happened. You're so cute, huh? Hundreds of people die. But he kills thousands, tens of thousands at a time. "

"... I see, then, that I was missed as a matter of degree"

"That's the thing. But I didn't say I was going to miss it."

Miranda's eyes bring a glimmer of light. Pfeiffer held hands together for a long time, riding herself forward so that Miranda's eyesight could not be beaten.

Miranda, by contrast, stood idly by for a cup of tea.

"A deal, Pfeiffer. Your sins can only be missed this time. Instead, I'd like to ask you something."

"You mean let's make a deal?

"Oh. For convenience, I didn't even help Xama get his reign."

"Reign... well, what the hell. My right to inherit the throne is not high enough for a king."

"Are you serious? Besides, it looks like they're surrounding a lot of wanderers in the realm. What are you thinking and surrounding me? I don't think it's a hobby or a charity?

To Miranda's questioning methods, Pfeiffer finally became unsuitable to gaze at Miranda. This archbishop knows how far - Pfeiffer pushed silence because he couldn't measure how many people he was talking to. He decided that a bad objection could kill him. At least this archbishop is getting ready to get in here. I found out that I was a fish that would be cooked entirely on the slab.

But here Miranda's voice changes suddenly and calmly.

"Well, it's not that scary either. It's not very difficult for you to do what you want."

"What do you want me to do?

"- We'll talk about that later. Someone decides to come by again. More customers than that."

When Miranda put the tea on the table, the door to the room suddenly opened. And from there, I heard a cheerful woman.

"No, it took me a while to get here if I got lost -! Well, the war is over! Come on, we'll negotiate quickly - like, hit it hard!?

"What are you kidding about? It's late, Ips."

"Is that it? Archbishop Anolun, why are you here, like?

Sister, called Ips, was staring at his boss in the room.

The conversation from then on was very applausive. When Miranda left the aftermath to Sister, who was called Ips, she left the scene, leaving herself to say it was because of the clerkship that remained. The Alphilis no longer has anything to do with the negotiations between the country and Arnelia, so we lose so much and leave that room.

And when he got out of the room and turned one corner, Miranda stood with a difficult face on the spot.

"Alfi, do you have a minute?

"Absolutely. You'd rather not have people, wouldn't you?

"You've got a better guess. That's better."

"Wait, I'll get Larna to set a simple line."

Alphilis called Larna to set the line between paying and soundproofing on the corner of the castle, and Larna herself drove away from it. Only Miranda and Alphilis are on the spot.

"Now, you're not gonna tell me to call you to an unpopular place to talk about love, are you?

"You're not the guy, you're not the color."

"That's terrible."

When Alphilis looked back with a tickle of laughter, Miranda stood there with a blue face. Is there something wrong with Miranda, who was supposed to be immortal, looking like a sick man?

Continued