The Branded Female Fencer

By the time autumn also deepened, the Deep Green Palace had become extremely busy. In addition to his usual duties, the preparations for the postponed Arnelia 400th Anniversary Festival and the simultaneous progress of the Continental Peace Conference. Also the expropriation of the countries and the compilation of the Arnelia activity report at the end of the year, as well as the total accounts. Even though it's hard to just look at the meetings of budget allocations and the reports of the crusades of the demons that enliven in each country, there are also preparations for the Unified Martial Arts Congress. The Deep Green Palace, which usually enjoys a mild autumn, was also seen with many occasions to turn it into a late-night castle.

Neither that nor this, Miriazal, is due to the person not going out to the meeting. She is officially in the position of 'Virgin' and is not to appear so in public. It's more dignified, and it's better if you don't look too good. In addition, it is easy to keep a secret.

It was also difficult for a girl to take much of a lead in the conference because the current figure of Miriazal belongs to the girl. It is assumed that it has nothing to do with being competent in the accreditation of the Virgin in Arnelianism, and even though not so many years have passed since the accreditation of the Virgin, it is suspicious that it is too good a power of control. Miriazal, while regretting to have made the Virgin look like a girl this time, worked in the service.

"If I go out to meetings directly, I'll be able to work twice as fast."

"It's nothing, it is. Besides, it's not like anyone's going to visit this Deep Green Palace either. Many visits, visits and offers have been made by countries, especially in the spring, due to the refraining from continental meetings. Since it is also the 400th anniversary festival, we had an arrangement 10 years ago that we would be hosting this event. Last year was a mess in our church, and the Continental Conference was shelved once. This time our responsibility is very serious.

Never let the original work of the Virgin be set aside, even though we refuse most of the visits of nations "

Miriazal, who is told to be honest and fuzzy.

"Surely the Lord is right. Pilgrimage in its original sense - no inspections have been conducted anywhere. It is inevitable that all parts of the world will be more neglected than the pilgrims are currently being summoned to Arnelia. I wonder if I'll ever have to go out and tighten it up."

"That's what you said, aren't you going to back down the job?

"Well, it's true that I want to breathe. But it's also true that we want to intimidate countries before the conference. Recently, apparently, disturbing air has been flowing to countries -"

When I tried to say that, one of the silent men brought me some business. Kiko humbly asks Miriazal to inform him of the requirements. Miriazal looked at the attitude of Tsuko and guessed the requirements.

"That attitude - the superiors of Arnelian officials, or the king of this place has visited"

"Ha - the former High Priest, Lord Eltorado, is here to see you"

"Uhm, that's him. I was lying in a hospital bed, and I couldn't help myself. Let's go through."

With Miriazal's permission, an old man appeared while in a wheelchair. I would already be over 70 by the time I was a year old. The wrinkled face and the blue and white expression give a sad impression to those who see it. But only those eyes were still sharp.

Miriazal welcomed the old man with favor and labor.

"Eltrado? I'm sorry for your loss."

"No, I'd be happy to help you with this meal. The supreme bishop remains the same.

"Well, I'm pretty old, too. I don't have the power anymore about 400 years ago."

"Let me tell you something. Arnelia is cheap in the next 400 years."

To the old man's grin, Miriazar laughed as troubled.

"Kuha. How long are you going to keep me working?

"Until you are unmotivated."

"You don't have the idea of making it easier for me?

"At least, it's not what you'd expect from an old me. More than that, isn't there anything else you'd expect from me?

"That's it. Eltrado, Arnelia, I want to borrow the knowledge and books of the Lord, who was a thoroughbred cutter."

Miriazal immediately cut to the point. Eltrado had some imagination, accepting Miriazal's request without the way it had moved.

"Was it still that requirement? When it comes to what's left of me and what's useful, that's about it."

"Don't say that. I'm in trouble, too. Now the Archbishops can help, but they can't be brains, whether they're the hands or feet of the eagle."

"Dryde, I guess in Manadil. I'm sorry about the minar that was supposed to be my head."

"Oh, I think so too. There's his cauldron, but don't wait till it's grown."

"Black magician, you mean?

"That's just fast ears. Did you know that even if the line leaves?"

"Well, if only the world was so noisy."

Eltrado tried to comb his stored mustache and let his eyes shine sharply.

"The black magician thing won't be irrelevant to me or, no, to all humans. I know it's hard inside to make that existence public, but you're going to reveal it at the next Continental Conference, aren't you?

"Exactly. I just can't overlook this behavior. I thought that if the opponent was a legendary Five Wise Men, but thus had a clear hostility, the national unrest would be great, but the enemy's movements would be active. You should think you can't wait any longer."

"And it is not helpless to rush to a meeting. I would like to take some measures. Is that what you mean?"

"Exactly. I've already hit a lot of hands, but with the power of the Lord, some people are likely to see weaknesses."

"Are you Graham the hero?"

Miriazal rounded his eyes in response to what Eltrado had responded instantly.

Continued