The Branded Female Fencer

"Come on, let's allow it. Except!"

"Except?"

"I'm coming out, too."

Dog Guard stopped Monkey Maru from riding himself out on the decision with his back. The silent pressure is on the monkey circle, including the pigeon. I shouldn't be opinionated on Puritanical White Leisure right now. They had guessed that their Lord had some idea.

Bradymaria and Tiran, on the other hand, were rounding their eyes on an unexpected offer.

"Father too...?

"What's wrong, is there something wrong with a father looking out for his son's first line?

"I thought that was a little more cruel."

Brady Maria was setting the tone and staring at Puritanical White Fun. That was exploring what Puritan Bai Fu was thinking, but nothing could be read from Puritan Bai Fu's expression. Conversely, Puritanical White Fun told Brady Maria's head with tenderness.

"What do you say without even the child? You and I have been friends many times. I wasn't even as interested in the kid, but this way it looks reliable inside. Apparently, you've been blessed with a good trail."

"I'm not willing to take over the trail."

"Well, don't say that, I'll take what I can get. You can do whatever you want after you get it."

"Ha."

Even for Tiran, this was an unexpected development, I returned it in a slightly intermittent tone. Tiran, who had trouble with judgment and attitude, looked at Bradymaria slightly, but she ignored that gaze and kept talking.

"Hmm... I don't mind looking over the first line, but should the concubine also be present? It's not up to parents to teach you how to hunt."

"Do you have good postpartum fattening?

"They took more time than usual to give birth to Tyran, but there was so much to give. We can't have a full-scale fight."

"So how about tonight?"

Purity White Fun held Brady Maria's shoulder, so rarely did she look embarrassed to put that hand away.

"Don't say that in front of your kids, you like it. I don't feel that way right now."

"I've been busy lately. Not like you in other girls."

"Mm, you'll be happy to say something, but not now. It's just a big time. You can't be weighing in right now."

"Orangeables and their plans."

"Um, it's a big deal. The concubine must expose Arnelia. Apparently, the enemy of the concubine is moving."

"A dragon."

"That's how it is."

Bradymaria then slipped out of the hands of Puritanical White Fun and became familiar. And accompany Tiran, trying to leave the room.

"My husband's permission has been given, so I'm dressing this child in battle. I've been waiting a long time."

"Hurry up. It's a shame to serve the next dish to the people who are going to kill you now."

"My lord."

Bradymaria smiled bitterly, leaving with Tyran. When their signs completely disappeared, Monkey Maru told Puritan Bai Raku.

"Master Bai Fu, is that what you're saying?

"Which word?"

"It's all there"

Monkey Maru's questionable gaze shot through Puritan Bai Raku. Puritan Bai Fu was seriously responding to an attitude that was unusual for monkey circles.

"I'm not lying." On schedule, "okay?

"Okay. Then I will do as you say."

Monkey Maru pulled back lightly just for that exchange. The only person who does not understand the meaning of that exchange is Poetry. To the poetry taken in disquiet, Baek Ra said away.

"Set up in the siege net of the Qing Dynasty. Poetry, prepare."

"Yes, sir"

"Poetry."

"Yes?"

"Look closely, what's about to happen. All of it."

Purity White Fun didn't say a word about what to look at. But Puritanical White Fun's face was tight to tension, as if full of some determination. It was the first look of puritanical leisure that Poetry had ever seen.

Bradymaria snapped blushing as she pulled up with Tyran.

"How did you see my father?

"Yeah, my mother's right. Much stronger for people. I thought I'd kill you on that spot if you were vulnerable. It was still in my power to pay back."

"It will be. I don't think the concubine sees such a strong man in a race called man. No, I've made a child of something stronger than a simple battle strength. Still, I don't know how to get a kid like that. Apparently, how many kids they make also acts like the will they have."

"Is it will? I don't know yet."

Tyran was distorting his expression uncomfortably to words he didn't understand. Bradymaria was laughing, as if embarrassing such a child.

"People are fragile creatures, but their will is sometimes unspeakable. Remember that."

"Keep it in the corner of your head. Until then, when I will be absolute."

"Ho ho, that's fine. It'll get bigger soon. Let us build our kingdom in the dawn of adulthood."

"Yeah, I'll have my mother as my queen then. Without a stronger woman than your mother, we'd be talking about."

"I'm looking forward to that. But I have to make a lot of kids. How about that poem and the others? For a woman, it's inside."

"It could be as shabby a comforter as it gets"

"Then we have to keep it alive. We have to be careful not to accidentally kill him."

Bradymaria saw the look on her face as she loved her child's head. But it's not the face of a man's mother seeing a child, it's more inorganic. Yes, he looked like he loved the work of art he created himself.

But did Tyran ever feel sad about it, either, while being caressed but left untouched, he was distracted from the edge of his mouth, imagining the tragedy that would befall him.

Continued