The Branded Female Fencer

Miranda was rushing to Miriazal with an earlier letter from Kazas. She was currently underground for training in Alberto. In front of that training ground, defended by multiple tricks and sorcery, Miriazal was meditating.

Miriazal slowly opened his eyes as he saw Miranda run out of breath.

"Miranda? Why are you so anxious?"

"I just got a letter from Dryan."

"Well? It's been a long time since I've seen anything coming from that Beast King."

Miranda briefly explained the situation, Miriazal received a letter and looked at its contents. As soon as I saw the letter, Miriazal gave a rugged look.

"I see. Did you also just notice that Dryan You're not just a strong beast, after all."

"Is what you're writing there true? Well... Romansland is preparing for war."

Miranda asked terribly, and Miriazar answered, even naturally.

"I know your Lord knows, but it's not unusual. That country originally refused our cooperation and support, and it was always in a state of war, as it was during the war and at dawn. The land is thin and it is not strange when its own people will starve if there is no more food supply from the territory of other countries. We were only offering our support because we knew, but some generations ago the king of his country stuck out that he was not willing to become an Arnelian nation.

I didn't mean to do that as a crocodile, but I know exactly what anxiety is when national policies seem to be formed without our support. Roman's Land is one of those countries that has risen before human disobedience, with twice as much independence and self-esteem. I know that too, so I respected that claim.

A country that seeks abundant land often takes demonstrations. Just as the client does against Veisel. I knew there was a clash in diplomacy because of the noise near the Romansland border. "

"It's just a matter of the source being Dryan. I don't know if I meant it this time."

I hope that's all.

Miriazal's concerns are separate. Inside Romans Land is the Demon King's Workshop, once shown by Minar, and the factory. Romansland's actions at this time only evoke a bad feeling.

"In the meantime, we leave a bunch of undercover detectives in his country to heighten our vigilance. If you have any strange moves, I will report them to you. I'm not out of my usual range of demonstrations yet. Not yet."

"But what does this last line mean?

"You mean 'keep the gate open'? Heh heh, looks like Dreyan. Hopefully it won't come time to figure out what that word means, but let's just get ready. I'll arrange it, don't guide me."

"Huh..."

When Miranda replied unclearly, the ground shook about. Miranda is surprised by the sudden swing.

"What!?

"I guess Alberto took one from the rake. I thought it was time."

"From the rake?

Miranda turned her eyes round. All the warcraft brought up by Stelvese are ancient warcraft, also known in the human world as legendary phantom beasts. Its strength should be equal to or greater than that of a true dragon. How does Alberto take one?

Miriazar answered and showed mean to Miranda.

"Nothing to be surprised about. I don't think Alberto is most compatible with Reiki. I think if Alberto is finished, we still have a long way to go. Of course, I'm still not serious about both rakes and rocks, but the Alberto cap seems to be ahead of expectations. I wonder if they can cross with Dragreo in Alberto with the three of them."

"So you're going to get there?

"We need a little more preparation for that. Moe, I'm not going to pull that far by the time the birds get across. Miranda, are you ready? In the spring, there will be the Arnelia 400th Anniversary Festival, and even if I don't like it, the situation will work. Table or back, or both. It's definitely gonna be a fight."

"Whenever you're ready. Pilgrim personnel are always ready to fight."

Miranda answered with a tight expression. I'm getting ready. However, Miranda couldn't help wishing somewhere that she would not have to use the power she had prepared, including herself, if she wished.

Continued