The Branded Female Fencer

Eleonor and Knicks had since moved under Tetrastine's orders. Negotiations with Arnelia are carried out through Espis and Linella, once the belly of Minar. They were the faces we no longer knew each other, but we didn't forgive them. It is an encounter between those whose doctrinal claims are incompatible in the first place. It may be the right thing to look at that that doesn't come together either.

Today's discussion also became an early exchange of arguments.

"... so I've said it many times since just now. There's no way I can give you a detailed view of the Deep Green Palace or anything like that. How can you say that you're not black magicians in the first place?"

"We only move by order of Lady Tetrastine. He went over there to crumble the black magicians. It's a bug in a lion, so to speak."

"You don't look like such a winner."

"Is that what the Virgin Miriazal thinks?

"No, it's our call"

"Don't talk about it. If that's what the Virgin Miriazal thinks, that would be fine. Or is there something else worth just passing on to the Hoomilne of the Magic Church? I'd like to have it presented, but I don't think we can negotiate directly with Hoomilne. Good place to pay up front. If it's bad, you'll be tied up and made to talk in magic. That's how flat a man is, what a hoomilne is."

Knicks was right, but Espis tongued in his heart that he couldn't possibly be able to speak. I don't know what kind of distrust it would inflict if you threw words criticizing Tetrastine head-on. Creating a gap just to let it in could not be said to be a good idea.

Soon the Knicks took the lead, even though it was a woman named Eleonor who was the first to primarily negotiate. Hiding in the shadows of Eleonor, the Knicks had been asking for the opportunity to leave, and now Espis and Linella understood.

And Knicks gets his mouth around a lot. I didn't imagine you were this talkative man. Knicks remained faceless and expressed his emotions with that mouth. Obviously, it's frustrating.

"- I'm not talking about it. It's a waste of time negotiating with you guys. Let me see Miriazal in person."

"I can't do that. That's supposed to be the promise from the start. If you want to see me, I want you to meet Tetrastine."

"You can't possibly do that. He's undercover, isn't he? If they screw up what they're seeing with you, all the plans will go to waste. I can't risk that."

"Then I'll negotiate with Master Miriazar here. Wait till next time."

"I can't talk to you, I can't take any more time. If we stretch out any more time, we're gonna lose the chance to set them up, okay? It doesn't mean they won't build a new workshop."

"That's true, but there's something called preparation here as well. If we want to go more cautiously, it is clear that we need our help. Then why don't you give in a little more? Or do you want to set up the Magic Church alone? That doesn't look like such a special gathering of figures though. Because it's not going to be a collaborative organization, like we in Arnelia."

To the linella word I saw, Knicks stuffed the word - it looked like the wind. But I guess I originally thought this was the place to drop it. He pulled back surprisingly lightly.

"Then I'll just wait a day or two. In the meantime, contact the designated location. If we cannot do so, we will decide that no further negotiations are foreseeable"

"Fine, I don't know if I can expect a colourful reply."

"Then it's all just bubbles and stuff."

Knicks turned his robe upside down in a grumpy manner and disappeared. Eleonor also continues later. The remaining Espis and Linella sighed grandly.

"Oh, my God, you're tired"

"Yeah. I'm starting to feel like I'm talking to my poor boy. There are a lot of twisted personalities in the Magic Church, but I thought a woman like Eleonor could really talk. But when the conversation was about to come together, I didn't expect the kid behind me to set me up. Not if you're doing that."

"True. You look like such a good young man. I still don't trust a magician. What's decent?"

"Right. We're both distorted though."

"What do you mean?

"Didn't you notice?

Linella looks at Espis unexpectedly. I don't know what that expression means, and Espis is confused.

"What?

"Those two are deadbeat. That's also equivalent, in a distorted direction. Instead of reciprocity, a man like that Knicks is my husband, and Eleonor is my servant. Maybe sexuality is the other way around."

"... what, that. How'd you figure that out?

It's a woman's fault.

Espis looked bitter at the words that Linella had said away.

"I have no idea."

"You don't have to resemble Master Minar to such a dull spot. Most of all, he was quite sharp in the core."

I don't mean to be blunt.

"No, it's pretty dull."

'Cause you don't notice at all that I'm trying to invite you to dinner,' Linera thought to herself. If we pinch our personal feelings during an important mission, we can be weak on each other. Because Linella knows about it, because she's thorough with Espis' partner without saying anything. Sometimes, however, at the bottom of my mind, I think that sometimes there may be good invitations. Sometimes I want comfort because I keep doing this kind of slaughtering work.

But Espis said nothing, and left the place behind. Linella, accustomed to the usual, still followed her sigh lightly, as usual, giving up.

Continued