The Branded Female Fencer

Mascalade was going somewhere in town. No matter how much trust the Seekers gain in Arnelia, their range of activities is still limited. They also contribute as a force of war to Jaeger, a hunting nation that does not originally have a special industry. In an urban area called Arnelia, their activities are still limited, and they were often used as a labor force in various locations, except for a very small number of Jaeger travellers. There were also many highly hidden things in the sorcery, and how far they would publish it was controversial among them.

And they also stand out extremely from their appearance. The same was true of the colour of the skin, but the appearance was also hindering them. Beautiful looks don't necessarily facilitate interpersonal relationships.

And Mascalade was secretly on his way to a painting of the town, wearing a hood. The Seekers had this habit of wearing hoods when they went all over Arnelia town. That catches my eye the other way around, but I can hide my personality. And because of that, you don't have to be suspicious.

Where I'm going now, Mascarade has never visited. I know myself, Euwayne, and another one infiltrating. But the other person apparently has a different purpose than herself or Euwayne, so she didn't think she needed to use it when she first infiltrated. Even if you ask for help, it doesn't necessarily mean they'll respond. Besides, it showed that this infiltration would cease to make sense when it came to enlisting the help of another person.

Still, I wanted the person's help now. For Mascalade, it doesn't matter if Euwayne is alive or dead. Besides, I don't think my life is worth a damn. But I just wanted to avoid this mission not being accomplished. Mascarade carries more than just his own life. The fate of all of our own clan, called and scorned, depends on it.

I'll do any dirty thing to do that, and I'm going to help you with Euwayne no matter how much I hate you. If Ewayne dies, I don't know what action Bradymaria will take. Depending on the mood, he even calls it retaliation and thinks she's the one who could erase this Arnelia. I only wanted to avoid such absurdity at all costs.

Mascalade eventually reached the back of the designated restaurant. There is one chair, a bucket of water, and a stacked taro. The peeling of potatoes is a downward job, and there is no wonder that the Seekers are going. When Mascarade sat there, she began to peel the potatoes with a familiar hand. It is ironic that, while doing the housewife's imitation, she also becomes familiar with this. Mascarade's knife technology to defeat the enemy as soon as possible is now applied to cooking.

"You're gonna be good at all this... you sound like a really good wife"

"It looks like it's on the board inside. Isn't it right for sex?

Suddenly there was a voice from across the back door, so Mascalade was about to jump up in surprise. I wasn't surprised by your voice. I was surprised I didn't realize you were getting so close.

Mascarade tried to get up, but instantaneously stuck around. Don't be suspicious. Because I was just offered a job here to peel potatoes.

"... don't be surprised"

"Sorry, I wanted to try to see if I wasn't blunt because my peaceful life is going on. Forgive me."

The voice was whispering but stern and seemed to represent the character of the person beyond the back door. Well, Mascalade was convinced that he had indeed been once called a prototype of a knight.

The voice went on to do business without even naming him.

"Do, what can I do for you? I can't be here too. I don't know where this town has surveillance eyes. I'd like to avoid noticeable behavior."

"Euwayne, did you know that?

"Bradymaria's men? You're a guy who can be simulated in water. What's wrong with that?

"I think I'm going to lose my identity. There's probably already a search party in place."

Mascalade said without even hiding his frustration. My voice kept quiet for a while, but it's just astute. I immediately perceived the outline.

"... it was in people's mouths that there have been a lot of burglaries lately, but is it because of him? Apparently, it lacks common sense in a person's world rather than mindless. You weren't meant to be lurking.

But I can't help but regret it. The question is, what do we do now? "

"Yeah, there's no one I can talk to about what to do."

"Does consulting me mean that the policy is somehow consolidated?

The Lord of the Voice followed precisely the inside of the Mascarade. Mascalade stopped his potato peeling hand for a moment, but immediately let it resume and utter the word.

"- I want to dispose of Euwayne. As soon as possible so that our presence is unpretentious. Euwayne is strong. But on Arnelia's knees, he doesn't think he can survive against the pilgrims. We need to kill him immediately before he can talk about us."

"Wouldn't Brady Maria be mad?

"Ewayne doesn't have the means to communicate with the outside world. I'm not such a prepared man. All my contacts with the outside are proxy, but even that's always cold sweat. It's hard to imagine you even have the means to communicate with the outside world."

"Exactly. Arnelia's censorship is rigorous. I have to say it's hard to get in touch through this, but I don't need to get in touch with the outside in the first place. My purpose is to understand if you look at it."

"Purpose?"

"That's none of your business. But if Euwayne doesn't really have the means to communicate with the outside, it will be deceptive for a while.

I see. So you want me to help you defeat Euwayne?

"That's the thing. Can you do that?"

Mascalade simply asked as a question, but that seemed an insult to the other person.

"- Who do you think I am? Assuming someone can fight me one-on-one, that's about Titania. I've never been unconscious on the battlefield yet."

"That's reliable. I'm going to listen to you. If so, could you just ask for it?

"I don't mind that, but where is he? I can't kill you during the day, because I have errands to run, and you stand out. If you're gonna do it, it'll be night."

"That's fine. I have the means to communicate with him. I'll call it out, and I'll finish it there."

"Hmm. Then call in the evening with eight bells. Let's go to your designated location."

"Okay. The place is..."

Mascalade felt the signs go away when he told them where it was. Now he was clearly telling me the signs. Mascarade left the scene in a hurry as he felt the signs of his opponent drift away, peeling the potato as hard as he could and handing it over to the cook's servings for a daily allowance. Tonight will be the right place to be. Mascalade felt he had to abandon this Arnelia, too, depending on the circumstances. In order not to do so, Mascarade ran to prepare, thinking that every hand needed to be struck.

Continued