The Branded Female Fencer

"In the end, what happened to that great demon king who could be considered the culprit?

"It seems sealed, by the hand of a human magician. Oh, but I don't know the details. Anyway, it's not until we know."

"A human being told the Great Demon King... a frigid story. But it was a long time ago, wasn't it?

"Well... it doesn't seem like a thousand years, but it's about to be before Arnelianism appeared."

"Oh well. But I don't know if I can help you with all the old stories. So, you wanted me to manpower the elves for their search. Fine, it depends on the reward, but if anyone can be in tune, let's be free to recruit and take them. If there are not enough applicants, I will either increase the rewards from the operating funds of the regiment or accompany them as my group leader's orders."

"Oh, thank you, Alfie!

With the pleasant consent of Alphilis, the captain of the regiment, Fenna followed Alphilis as an exasperation. And on the way home, Fenna talks to her escort Amir brightly.

"Hmm, you still feel good. I knew Alfi would take it, but it still feels good to have a lot of stories moving forward."

"Really? But I also say there are pitfalls as much as there are when the story goes well. Never be alarmed."

"... I'm never cheerful personality either, but amyll would only make the opposite point if I was on board."

Fenna protests with a slight fumble to Amir, who gives an unfathomable and negative opinion like a mask. Amir went on to argue further without breaking his expression.

"It's the attaché's role to do everything he can to keep his husband from failing. When my opinion hurts my ear, it's likely a good idea. Please let me know. If you don't like that, don't give me time."

"Because my opinion is already at both extremes! You can't do that!

Fenna walked out with a more fuzzy face and her back to Amir. Fenna trusts this samurai, who is neither loving nor serene. Her opinion was certainly sober, and Fenna thought she could think more deeply by elaborating her own, including her proposal. Besides, Amir is very competent, and when Fenna makes a new job, she cleans up the job from the edge to the edge and buries it even more subtly. No longer had Amir turned into an indispensable partner at work for Fenna.

But Amir's - Mascarade's. Behind Fenna, who turned her back, Amir clenched her fist in so much that her nails ate into the meat that she shouted out loud and desperately killing and squeezing her desire to scream.

"You know what I'm talking about. The horrors and humiliations we suffer, even a thousandth of them."

"Did I say something?

"No, nothing. It must be the sound of wind."

At that time when Fenna looked back, Amir was once again responding to Fenna with a masked and unfathomable look.

The deepest part of Romansland, near the land with the royal castle. Anomaly had come to inspect the 'factory', the largest of her workshops.

"It's been a long time since I've been here either. The operation is automatic, but what's going on lately?

Anomaly is basically an insensitive. When it comes to research, labor and wealth are spared, but once the object is figured out, we throw away the tired toys but lose interest in them all. The same is true of this factory, and what it is intended for - when the method of producing medicines capable of producing demon kings by simply injecting them called 'experions' was established, and the theory for producing the versatility of demon kings was established, he had no longer lost interest in the process of demon king production in the form ordained to Oranzebul. Especially since Doom invited me to attack the ruins before this.

Anomaly was now working for the construction of further theories and had relocated her home base to a small workshop with minimal functionality, as no factory of this size was necessary for the production of what was also needed. Because I thought the smaller workshop was more difficult for people to see. Fact is, I haven't even been found by a wild beast yet.

That was my interest in this factory again because I needed to see what was going on with the factory I had left for a long time. Anomaly knows that she left the administration to Cerberus, but they can't possibly do it either. Because of this, I have a couple of identities left behind, but I have been out of touch for the past month. It was certainly an odd thing to know that Anomaly would naturally know if her split died, and not even that.

It is a factory that will also be an essential part of the next plan. If I didn't know there was just a problem, I thought it could also be eliminated by Orangeables, and Anomaly raised her heavy hips. They beat Titania and Bradymaria at the same time, because it wasn't a hoard. I don't even think of a narcissistic anomaly trying to deal with them at the same time.

"I feel nauseous just thinking about those two coming at me at the same time. I'm pretty sure it's two beautiful women, but they're two of the scariest beauties in the world, no doubt."

Anomaly was proceeding with magic lights in the dark hallway, nodding her own yeah yeah. That's when I saw a creepy presence walking in front of me. Aiming at that opponent approaching in every irresistible foothold, Anomaly was relentlessly unleashing stone bullets in sorcery.

Its shadow surprised by the stones, some as sudden as its appeared head, and hastily takes evasive action. Its opponent, who seemed to be walking every step of the way, but was dodging that stone with unexpected reflexes.

Continued