The Branded Female Fencer

One of the rooms of the Magic Church, the office of the Expeditionary Forces. In that place, where many desks were arranged, Ingville glanced at the water mirror he placed on his desk with a wrinkle between his eyebrows. Ingville also has his own office, but proceeds to work in front of others, unless it is also for top-secret use or magic research. I think I can make others nervous by doing my own work, and Ingville himself wants to see his men do their job.

It was an unexpected Ingville growth for those who knew him back in the day, as he was an Ingville who behaved when he was young, such as someone else. Until he realized it was Aldrius' manipulation.

But there is currently no one in the office. There are also considerable numbers of conquest troops if they are included to an end other than the direct jurisdiction, but many of them were paying outside to detect the wars that are currently taking place there on the continent, or the movements that are not in the world. And they that are running, that Humilne may entrench his might within the Magic Church.

That's where Ehruare comes in. She returned as soon as possible to complete the work she had been given.

"Aeruare, we're back now"

"... that was fast."

Aeluare's task is to take in the remnants of the divisive Church of Science and Magic after Yarensen's death. He has been ordered not to hate intimidation, violence and sometimes murder if necessary. I guess Aeluare still excels at accomplishing that without the subject's death.

Now that Marigold, the leader of the Golden Faction, was unable to move poorly after childbirth, was a good opportunity to repaint the force diagram.

"What's the end?

"Upper. Successfully took in two more factions, more than 100 people here. Of the 17 divided, nine have now decided to cooperate with us. But I can't deny the feeling that it's the UAE people."

"I'm fine with the UAE crowd. Karabal has already taken it in here, but even if all the other miscellaneous fish are never useful in action, there are still helpful occasions where there are just a lot of hassles. Human resources seem to be used. Even the blurry ones can be useful in the way they operate. It depends on the commander's extraction."

"If you say so, my hard work will pay off as well. So, what did Ingville do? Come on.

Aeluare looked on Ingville's desk and imagined, but dared to ask questions.

"... I was gathering information from user demons that I had unleashed everywhere. I found something interesting in one of them, but I was worried about how I decided."

"What happened?

"Do you know that there have been frequent incidents everywhere lately? There is a strange increase in the number of burglaries, robberies, rapes, murders, not just the threat of warcraft and demons"

"No, I didn't care that much"

"Many are close to double compared to the same period last year. It should be peaceful too, east of the continent."

"That's what it is"

Aeluare didn't understand Ingville's concerns. But from the look on his face, Ingville seems to see things quite heavily.

"The number of cases is a disturbance in people's minds. War, it's a natural event if it's also a recession, but I can't think of a reason. So when I made him examine it, I sensed a strange flow of places. The land with the most incidents was swirling with negative thoughts as if it were even after the war."

He said, "After the war, the land is rough."

"To put it bluntly, yes. It is said that the 'sanctification' carried out by Arnelia corrects the flow of land and corrects disturbances that give people bad feelings. But apparently someone is doing the exact opposite. It is clear to me that he is not a black sorcerer.

Now that I know that, I let the demon be used and monitored where it would have been the starting point for disrupting the flow of the field. To find out what it takes to disrupt the flow of the field. "

"Afterwards, would you like to know how?

Ingville also frowns at Aeluare's devious tales.

"... don't say anything rare. Don't you think I want the world to get messed up?"

"Excuse me if I'm not."

"... okay. So, I figured out some way, but I still found two black magicians in there. He said he cared."

"It bothers me. I don't know."

It is unusual for Ingville to say something like this. Ingville, said to be a magic church cutter, ends his rough thinking with his own head. Although it is rare to require a gavel of Aeruare in this way. Does that mean you are so worried about judgment?

Aeluare wondered what he could say to the problems he would suffer in Ingville, but was thorough with his listeners because it was his boss's opinion there.

"They apparently said that Orangeables were manipulating themselves with witchcraft. Besides, we've already broken away from that rule. It was certainly not surprising that those men of such strength were meeting together, but if they did, it would mean that the enemy was not inherently a single rock.

Assuming it is not a single rock, the enemy has the potential to disintegrate even if left alone. Idiot, you don't have to defeat the whole thing. "

"I see, when we let each other argue. But the question is whether they are good at discussing each other. And if Oranzebul is united in sorcery, you have no idea what other people will do when his sorcery is solved."

"Exactly. The identity of the enemy is gradually being grasped, but it is unclear what each of them was originally aiming for. Some of the information Tetrastine, the former chairman, left me, but I don't have any information ahead of me. I wonder what happened."

"I have an idea about that."

It was Pandora, the relic (artifact) of a living box, who slipped out of nowhere and appeared on Ingville's desk. He appeared on his head with his favorite wand and a hat that changed every time. It is always a strange relic disguised as a small wind.

Only some people in the Magic Church know that this Pandora has a self. Ingville also didn't know anything until Winston asked about the fact some time after Tetrastine left. The servant Ingville also frowned that the pandora appeared in such a prominent spot. Ingville was also the first person Pandora met. Aeruare and others, who have no preliminary knowledge whatsoever, rarely have her eyes round and forget to be vigilant.

Continued