The Branded Female Fencer

It was a meaningful conversation.

"Really? Above all."

Miriazal sat deeply on the couch with a satisfied look on his face and Elsa with tea from her hands in that Miriazal. Miriazal, whose face couldn't stop at all, contrasted with Elsa, whose face couldn't float anywhere.

"What's the matter, Elsa, keep your face unfloated"

"It's a fact that I can't be happy with letting go. One aim did stand against the black magician. But when Cowen's plan became a reality, I felt shivering after that."

"After that?

"Are you going to blur? Every human being on this continent has the means to defeat the Demon King. Assuming you win, it's easy to imagine what happens afterwards, right? I am certain that there will be more wars than there are now. If you do it badly, you'll be wiped out by human strife."

"Oh, yeah."

Miriazar answered sipping the tea served. The expression was calm after listening to Elsa.

"Not to mention the guy who thinks about his ambitions for next year when he's standing during death. By the same token, we can't help but think about the aftermath of our survival."

"But"

"Besides, I believe in humans a little more. I don't think it's easy for humans to be swallowed up by it when they have strong powers. Humans, on the ugly side, also have a very beautiful spirit. If there is power, some will abuse it, but at the same time those who stop will appear. If you don't believe me, it's a weird story for me to say that the last 1,000 years have been out of battle."

"... I don't believe in humans that much"

"For once, your Lord loves people. That's all I can think of about that person from head to toe. Some worlds will open for the first time."

"I can't..."

Seeing Elsa nodded, Miriazal looked somewhat lost, but there's nothing I can do about all this. This is what Elsa lacks, Miriazar sighed.

As the irresistible silence surrounded her, Miriazar turned her attention to the drawings that Cowen had left behind.

"(Though this drawing is still in that woman's head, I guess it's just a part of it. I still don't know how far ahead Cowen and the others are looking and what they're thinking. He must observe without alarm. Even that Alphilis is afraid.

And as discreet as Alphilis is, what's different from Alphilis is that I don't trust anyone else at all. He doesn't see the world as a sight for men. Yes, from more heights, if you like - like Master Stelvese, for example, looks down on people from all heights. I'm not offended or proud of you. Perhaps that's how you want to see the world. That's Corwen's nature.

Then that's not the same perspective that humans can have. That woman, she might lose her mind someday. I don't mean human beings, such as people who just look down from heaven and never interact with people - whether Corwen himself realizes about it or not. Well, I guess I'm worried) "

Miriazal had that in mind. And Miriazar, in an earlier discussion, promised to provide a western base as a place for weapons development, as Cowen had requested. The steps were promised by Miriazal and Alphilis was happy, but Cowen was not convinced and did not insist that he would accompany him to the place. At the end of the day, Miriazal broke and promised to take Cowen to a place where it should be weapons production.

I don't even know where Elsa is. Also among the three archbishops, it was the only place Dryde knew. For the sake of time, Miriazal only informs the least number of humans about the place. Because the enemy doesn't know where he is, and even if his body missed the place without offense, some of it could be deadly to Arnelia. Because nothing is only being developed by Demon Crystal Stone.

"(You don't need to know everything, except me. If you could just look at the beautiful part and move on without knowing it, that would be the best part)"

"Did you say something?

"Nothing. More than that, remember?

"Oh, you're talking about Silence being dead."

Miriazal asked to get half the story out of the way, but it must have been a fairly important project.

"I haven't been throwing anything out of the way lately to Miranda. I also left Miranda's report on Clier and Vesel. Then why hasn't Miranda raised such an important report?

"Didn't you just know?

"Then I guess I have a problem with my practical skills. Call Miranda and I'll ask her right away."

"I already called it in. I thought you'd be here any minute."

Almost at the same time as Miriazal was impressed with Elsa's handicap, he heard a knock on the office door.

"Master, it's Atashi. I'm coming in."

"Whoa, that's just fine. Get in."

Miriazal welcomed Miranda to one of her complaints, but she lost her temper when she saw the look on her face. Miranda was losing her vitality so slowly that she wondered where her undying beauty had gone in that immortal body.

When Miranda, who became like a ghost, fluttered into the office, the servants Miriazal and Elsa were also taken aback and merely looked at the appearance.

Continued