The Branded Female Fencer

Lisa and Rana rush the path from the Deep Green Palace to the base of the mercenary regiment. Normally the road I was supposed to return to while relaxing and watching the outhouse felt like I was not even half my usual distance away by nature and my sooner legs.

"Larna, what do you think?

"What is it?

"It's about who 'The Vain Thing' is. I heard that Stervese is an old true dragon over Gwendorf, but with her she is indestructible. Alphilis that wiped it out. What do you think?

It is a rare, purely inquisitive look on Lisa. Lisa didn't pay any attention to the identity of the giant she'd ever met at the fort in Salamo, but seeing Stelvese's reaction, she assumed this was an event that had to be made easier.

Larna had also chosen words carefully.

"... the conclusion is still nothing. But I have to know who it is. I feel that way."

"Is it your instinct as a witch?

"Yeah, probably"

"Really? Shall I, as a member of the mercenary corps, also work out what to do if the vain show up in front of me?"

Then the two hurried home in silence. I didn't have any more meaning to talk about what I didn't know who I was, because Lisa and Larna were full of heads with each thought. And somehow, if I hadn't hurried, I would have felt like the answer would then run out of its hands.

When they returned to the mercenary regiment stronghold, they hurried to Alphilis' private room. Something was heard in the training area, but it was not a slaughter, but a look of exuberance. Maybe they're even holding a ceremony, but even that was something Lisa and Rana never cared about.

Lisa opened the door the same way Knock did when she arrived in front of the Alphilis room.

"Alfi? Excuse me!

"Hey, hey! I'm getting dressed!

"I know."

"On purpose?"

Leaving the dissatisfied Alphilis alone, Lisa spotted the Alphilis room. Of course, to find Remegate. Looks like Larna was made conscious of changing Alphilis for a moment, but there she wiped her covetousness and followed Lisa to see if her consciousness as a witch prevailed.

"Alfi, where's Lemegate?

"I left it on the shelf there."

"Damn, its insensitive. Worth dying for."

"That kills you 10,000 times."

"Um, it doesn't seem to be anywhere..."

Alphilis was more surprised by Lana's unconfidential words.

"What's not? You mean someone broke into my room?

"Have you seen a man, you usratonkachi?"

"Excuse me!

"I don't have that. If a man visits his room in Alphilis, I'll guess in the juncture. Alphilis' protection of chastity is perfect."

"When did you tie the line like that! It's better that way."

Alphilis complained, but Lisa and Larna ignored it and discussed it with him.

"What does that mean? I don't think he got away with a leg on his sword."

"Interesting expression, but I was wondering if it was possible"

"... is it the Spirit Sword"

"Yes."

"Well, if it's an inorganic object, it'll be easy to sense its appearance. Don't think you can escape Lisa's sensors."

Lisa told him confidently. The signs of the Spirit Sword are known in Impulse. Lisa stomped that if she was in Arnelia, she could easily find it, but then Lisa never sensed the presence of Remegate.

Just now Larna and Lisa ignored it, in front of the training ground. The hustle and bustle where the mercenaries gathered was the line.

"What's up!? Next."

"Then I'll be next!

"No, I will!

Mercenaries carrying practice swords and flocking to the line. The line goes up against each and every one of them, but no one was able to take one from the line.

At the end of today's training, Rhine made a thoughtful suggestion. A replacement for Lloyd, who died in the last battle, was served by a man named Farn, but as the fame of the mercenary regiment (Jaeger) grew, many more talent than he did. Nowadays, like Rosetta, there are also many mercenaries in the mercenary corps who have been certified A-status. Including the increased number of people, the line was every day haunting the formation of new squads.

So I gathered together the promising, and the line was sifting. None of them could take a single bottle from the line. Among those challenged by the line were Rosetta, Aerial and even Emerald.

"Chick, he's serious, strong!

"Even if I step in, I don't feel I stepped in on my own will, I feel even guided to foot judgment and sword swordsmanship. The way we fight, there may be limits to beating him."

"These guys here, they're pretty much from the same track record as Atai, right? What kind of man is it to put them together against each other? Seriously, I'm gonna fall in love."

Rosetta's words are not exaggerated. The line was gradually revealing its strength as more people grew. Instead, should I say that I was watching the way the line fought on the battlefield and could no longer hide my strength any more? The strength of the line was out of the group among the members.

Rosetta thinks. That he would probably be certified as a brave man if he built up his track record as a mercenary and applied for it. I wonder if they have that much strength together.

At the end of the day, the sword of Emerald had been judged only by his body. Emerald usually spends his time in a fluffy, soft atmosphere, but when he has a sword, he moves agile in a flinch as to whether the hunting nation's instincts awaken. The thrust she unleashes is sharp, and it is the line that makes her whisper lightly, but if she is a regular person, she has her throat torn to death with the first thrust. Even though it was a wooden sword for practice, it could kill people if it came to poking them, so the line told them not to work with other humans.

"(That's sharp. Among Alexandria's female knights, there's only enough to count out a sharp poke so far. The lines of the body are thin, but they are all forged up supple without wasting meat. I'm fooled by the look and tone of it, but if it's just sword moves, you're pretty good among the mercenaries, Emerald)"

"Yaar!"

Emerald stepped deep with the temper, but when the line broke Emerald's posture with a foot payment, he jumped straight up his leg and spun his body around the universe. The feathery emerald landed fluffy in the air, but its expression was full of brilliance.

"Line! Awesome! Nakamayori, Tsuyoi!

"Thank you. You're finally starting to speak a language that I can understand."

"Line, Mott! Awesome ino, Chowdie!

"... no, still learn more words. It can't be misunderstood like this."

The line tries to end with its head, but the surroundings didn't either. It was no longer all driven by the desire to work with the wonderful swordsman in front of us rather than for our birth.

"Lieutenant, with yourself next!

"No, with me!

"No, with me!

And when the line was troubled, a layer appeared there.

"Rhine, it's time for you to put an archery on me. I know you're busy, but you have to keep your word."

"Oh, is that already the time? That's why you guys are open today. Consider forming a team in the future in view of today's convenience. All right?"

Many mercenaries scattered in a word of the line. They were uniformly expressing their lack, but at the same time seemed to be beginning to have respect for the line. All in all, Rhine has been dealing with so many people for more than a moment, barely letting them breathe.

Watch them scatter and speak to the familiarity that layers remain. There was Elsia sitting there and Gail lying with a handplush on her face.

Continued