The Branded Female Fencer

"Probably - but there will be civil strife in Alexandria soon"

"I've heard that. I don't know if you know the exact story."

"This is imaginary - but it would be a coup by the military -. Abolish the present royal power and set up a new king. Perhaps - because Diore, whose head should not shake his head vertically, will instead put you on the flag -"

"Me? On the flag? It can't be, it can't be. How can we talk like that?"

"Really? I probably know about you ~, but you're too low on self-esteem ~. You could have taken the lead in the military if you wanted to ~. I thought Lord Diore was in his cauldron ~? How do you know that he didn't have the same expectations around him ~? Because you really know ~?"

Cowen's words were unchanged and prolonged, but certainly her words were shooting at the target. Rhine remembers what his surroundings said to him in the booze seat.

"(It would be interesting if you were the general who leads us)"

General. That it is the chief officer of the army. Exactly what that word meant to the line was too heavy for me to even stop thinking about, but now that I think about it, maybe I did expect my surroundings to be a flag to me.

Rhine asked Cowen again.

"Assuming they're serious about asking me, what means can you think of?

"Nothing yet at the moment. It's just that if I can't change my belly on my back - I'll take your family hostage and things will happen. Is my family in Alexandria?"

"No. I don't have any brothers, and my father was in an accident. Her mother died of illness. I'm not close. There's no one in that country with a blood connection to me anymore."

"Hmm ~? If Lord Diore is the person as rumored, loyalty to the royal family should be absolute ~. Preventing a coup is the one thing - you wouldn't be wrong to join in, etc. - Nor would you be aware that your most recent men are in motion - but if you look at where the movement extends out of the country - you won't be able to help Lord Diore alone anymore?

I can't believe I killed my men - they must be in a state of love, loyalty, and planking. "

"That guy..."

Rhine remembered. About the woman who worked herself out to the extreme. own strength, strength as one who leads a person, and strength as a person. Its spiritual knights, who were women but had supported the country for more than 200 years, were where the line and the goal were. At the time, I glanced at the edge of the castle by myself and wondered what a good fit it was to be sitting at dusk.

Is it true that the figure was that of a mighty man nestled in sight of the border?

"(Different, Dear Diore. You just didn't have someone you could trust around? Then I 'm-)"

As soon as Rhine tried to turn her imagination to where she was at the edge, Cowen slapped her hands flat and drew Rhine's consciousness away.

"I'm on my own - but I don't care if we don't have too much information in the current state - than that - we'll have enemies nearby from now on - so we can move this one? First of all, I think we should put in place a new system - with the replenishment of the missing personnel in the battle ahead."

"... right, right. You can't even try to solve an unanswered problem right now? You should do more than that.

Just one thing. That Ibran is not a proper knight's walk. His own origins should have been more focused on his training as an agent and assassin as a knight, even a nobleman. Don't be alarmed, okay?

"Hazing is my specialty - I'll take care of it."

"I'm counting on you"

When Rhine regained his mind, he left with Cowen. Later Larna was left pounding and one was crushed.

"Kind of like hearing a big deal about... Deputy Line being Alexandria's candidate for the next grand general? Can I tell you this... we're fighting a hell of a lot of people?"

Larna couldn't hide her surprise, but she couldn't afford to open her mouth to the development of the story.

Ibran, on the other hand, who left the source of the line, was walking in an unpopular place. What he is walking in is a residential area inhabited by some of the Arnelians in that capacity. There are villas here used by ambassadors from various countries or by noble children when studying abroad. It was also this painting where Dute Hilde and Linda lived. Popularity is sparse as just magnificent buildings line up. There are few shops, etc., which makes them less popular during the day.

When Ibran confirmed that no one was around him, he spoke abruptly behind his back.

"I don't know, who?

"Yes. The defense of the base of the mercenary regiment (Jaeger) is stiffer than I thought, and I haven't been able to secure a way in. The same goes for physical watches, etc., but even magic seems to lay boundaries. I thought it would be better to hit it from the front in the guise of some kind of vendor or something rather than infiltrate it."

"Right. Then it might be a good idea to send some people in as mercenaries. Do you have the right people?

"There are people up there who are civilians. Let's use them."

"That's fine, but some of the opponents are knights up. Those who use legitimate swordsmanship will be seen through, right?

"That's okay, too. I choose only humans who only use evil swords."

"Fine then. Just move."

"Ha."

That voice. Finally, the signs of Ibran's men disappeared completely. And when Ibran was ready, he gently went back to the embassy.

"Well, I wonder what will happen. It was good before this and on the battlefield, but it's also exciting to be active in other countries. Enjoy yourself, seniors."

Ibran's crush was clearly a sign that he was feeling more fun than he was at work.

Continued