The Branded Female Fencer

By the time autumn deepened, the mercenary regiment of the Alphilis and others had a relatively peaceful time. Of course, there were many who were personally requested, and it wasn't like they didn't have their own battles. But for them, or for humans in this day and age, the absence of a great battle alone gave enough room to restore the peace of mind.

Mercenaries. Most of their daily routines were spent building themselves up in some way. There should be many windmills who are not inherently associated with such habits, but the Alphilis changed their treatment not only by their rank as specific mercenaries, but also by their accomplished merits and skilled skills. In other words, if they had any discipline or information, they were directed to reward it in some way, even if it was just that.

It worked. The mercenaries advanced, competed for skills, and learned diligently. Arguments were exchanged night after day in the field of learning academia, and there were constant voices in the practice fields encouraging archaeology until late. The mercenary regiment of the Alphilis was about to reach its peak. The total number had already dropped by three thousand, with the exception of non-combatants, and the number had increased without knowing where it still stood.

And today, Alphilis and Rosetta were competing for sword moves around such mercenaries. Their prey, of course, was a wooden sword that crushed the tip of the blade, but Rosetta was a sword that mimicked her own sword, and Alphilis was also duplicitous. When it came to wooden swords, it would of course have been a force that could have killed people if they had struck in with their power, and in that sense it was a reproduction of their own battles. The rest of the crew unexpectedly stop and see the sword in a meeting of momentum that doesn't even seem like training. And Jessia was at the end of the day sneaking around to start betting on which one would win.

"Yes, yes, now Alphilis is a 3-on-1 big hole ~"

"Meh, Jessia! Give me my share later, motherfucker."

"If I win, I won't."

Jessia meditates on one eye and replies lovingly to show it. Rosetta thought it was an exercise, so it was an affordable conversation, but it was also true that she was somewhat uncomfortable not being able to break through with the Alphilis nonetheless.

"(Alfi, aren't you getting stronger? Have you ever had a body like this before? No, more than that, I dare to dare to sword Atai. You can't imitate like this, you can't be a proper neurotic owner. Especially when it's based on well-behaved swordsmanship, Alfie. Then you shouldn't have an extra idea like that.

What happened? What happened? No, are you trying something in Atai?

When Rosetta thought so and looked into Alphilis' eyes, she flew away unexpectedly at that depth. Alpha Reese is looking right at us. It wasn't something like reading Rosetta's gaze or expression, but something deeper - for example, black eyes staring at Alphilis as if they could see through Rosetta's thoughts or even her personality.

Rosetta took a breather and glanced at Aerial. Aerial, who was watching the battle between the two together with Rakia, had a firm conjecture of its intentions.

"Not good."

"What?

"Rosetta guy, I'm serious about it. I've been appealing to you with my eyes to stop me in case anything happens."

"Can you?

"It's not easy to break in between those two. I'll call Daron and Rhine just in case."

Did Aerial perceive the unsatisfactory air, and immediately left the scene to call on those he could rely on? At the same time, I'm not the only one who felt the air stick up properly. Those with more than a certain strength who were on the spot were aware that the quality of the battle between Rosetta and Alphilis had changed.

Rosetta's sword goes down sloppily. Nature is the most aggressive structure for her. Alphilis, in contrast, raised two swords and placed them on the slope.

Take a breath. When Rosetta's body collapsed sloppily in front of her, as a snake crawling straight through the ground, she tried to slip and stormed the Alphilis.

"Whoa."

"Fast!"

Unexpectedly the mercenaries roared, but the recoiled sword of Rosetta was sent to Alphilis. The wind pressure caused by the sword shakes Alphilis' hair, but Alphilis himself does not blink one. Confirming that Rosetta's body had flown, Alphilis tried to chase him, but when he saw Rosetta's red eyes staring at himself, Alphilis stopped pursuing him unexpectedly.

And then a sword of rosetta swept up changes orbit along the way and comes down to the alphilis. You can't normally do that, change the orbit of the sword. Rosetta's weakness combined with her powers made her a craftsman.

"Mr. Rosetta, are you serious? Captain, are you okay?

"Hey, you want to stop?

"Let it go."

As Rosetta's pals of ancient ginseng spoken to each other, the line they were drinking beside me seemed troublesome. I was watching Alphilis as he drinks one more drink.

"Lieutenant, you've been drinking all day."

"I've been working all night, I'm going to sleep. I'm just here to see what's going on because it's kind of exciting - don't worry, one of you has to be a dying imitation. It's a huge injury at best."

"Isn't that a big deal?"

"If you're on Arnelia Church's knees, you'll be fine as long as you don't die. And..."

"And?"

Rhine looked sharply at the battle even though he was drunk, but I think Rosetta might be the one to worry about. Until this time, I also thought the line was a lot higher on Rosetta than on Alphilis if it was pure sword strength, but apparently things were changing more than I thought.

Continued