The Branded Female Fencer

There is an old man who has solidified himself in his armor. That head with mixed gray hair made his years and hardships feel around him, and given the occasional pain in his hips and savings for a few days, he thought it was time for him to retire too because of the wave of years he stops by. But his body was bigger than a normal man's, and his stern, tight face was enough to exude his majesty. Aside from what he thinks of hair mixed with gray hair and such, it just adds one characteristic to his majesty. A large number of soldiers make way and salute him who still walks in the castle. Decades of getting used to being saluted by them and working without betraying the envious eye. He was a general of a country.

Next to him, there is one man who joins in a light meeting and walks in parallel. The man, who still felt less wrinkled and youthful, was a general, as was the old man. The man was smiling and talking to an old man.

"Sir Dunwelg, are you in the princess's mood?

"Lord Burlington is the one. There will be no change in the war."

"No, it's a hard one to understand about this job. When I was younger, I even stuck with my superiors every day, but while I was bitten after I was on top. We're running out of places to talk to the princess about where to bite her."

"You just have to stick out your stomach, and so on. I hear you've been working out less lately."

"Ugh, don't poke where it hurts"

The magnificent general, known as Burlington, was deceiving with bitter laughter at the sight of the bumps.

"Seriously, by the way, what did Sir Dunwelg talk to you about?

"I need to talk to you a little bit about the Thousand Chiefs. Hi. These days they don't get bloody excited. Competing for merit is a good idea, but even after the Arbitrage Award has been decided, it can be rubbed with triviality. That doesn't seem to make the team work well together, so let's try to interfere with the battle."

"What you say is best. But, by the way, Sir Dunwelg, you're the cause. If you were to say something that would discourage you from retiring, no one would have ever colored for a spot."

"Sir Burlington would have been the only one who could have set a precedent for getting rid of his boss and becoming a general if they were to say that. That made it possible for young people to become generals, not seniority, but competence priorities. No matter how good you are with a general, you are often disgusted by the lack of a certain number of years. That's what Ivanzard would be right now."

Burlington sighed, thinking of Ivanzard's face at the head among the young generals.

"That was... excellent indeed, but there were all sorts of dark rumors at the time of the general's inauguration. But the princess was also tolerated. We're not complaining."

"Mmm, you're right. But he was supposed to be a general."

"Old body, that would be an unspeakable promise. It's over now."

"I wonder if the days that have passed are glorious. I might have put a little too many dreams on him."

"That was all I had a feeling of anticipation. Everyone yearned to exist like him because, no, we are chivalrous"

They were in the mood to sigh as they walked. If this was where the two of us were singling out the booze, we would undoubtedly have sighed in grandeur. But now there were the eyes of the knights that were lined up, and the sighing was all the way down his throat.

In doing so, they were on top of the walls. On this wall, where the morning sun was shining, they saw their masters illuminated by the morning sun. Did you even pay for it, there wasn't even a patrol soldier on the walls?

"In a good mood, Your Highness."

"There is a righteousness that I would like to say to the General today, even in the early morning -"

"Don't feel it, you guys."

The knight, called the princess, stuck the sheath of his sword against the wall with his back to them, facing the sun. The phrase "prestigious and prestigious" is approachable in its setting and tone. The most powerful spiritual knight for over a hundred years serving as the Grand General of Alexandria, the kingdom of knights. Growth stopped at the age of 15, when she worshipped the Spirit Knight, her back being about two minutes smaller than their heads, and the way she binds her long hair in two is also seemingly adorable, but it is also honored that the bravery with which she fights on the battlefield is exactly equal to the goddess of war, and it is these generals who know best both their splendour and their horror. And I also knew very well that this knight would not tell lies or jokes.

Both Dunwelg and Burlington looked at each other not knowing what it was about, and Ivanzard, who happened to stand a little further away, saw that the young general, known for his talent, also shook his neck beside him, not knowing what it was about.

His Royal Highness the Princess - widely known to the world as Diore-Nightroad-Brigandi, even the black magicians glanced at him and told him hey and the most powerful knight of the day who couldn't get his hands on him.

"Anger is included in the dust flying from the eastern continent. There would have been a big move on the eastern continent."

"Yes, you think the ghosts have been wiped out on the eastern continent? That would be the effect."

"No, Ivanzardo."

Ivanzardo had also released secret detectives to the eastern continent for information, but Diore denied his report.

"It's been a long time since dirt was pregnant with anger. And little by little after the ghosts died, lose that anger, and instead, they were hearing thoughtless screams. But this is different. It's people's grudges and screams. Something may have happened at the Demon Society. Haven't you grabbed it yet?"

"Ha, it doesn't even depend on the face of it"

"I don't mind. The westerly winds are fast this time of year. I still don't have the means to contact anyone better than the information the wind carries. Increase the number of detectives on the eastern continent. There will be great movement on the nearby eastern continent"

"For example?"

"I can also think of the possibility that the Demon Society will attack us, etc."

The three of them were a little confused by Diore's words, but Ivanzardo immediately gave his expression, but raised the issue.

Continued