The Branded Female Fencer

"Dear Poetry, I have been contacted by the capital. As planned."

"How many left?

"It's with the five of us."

"Five."

Shino crushed the number several times so as to bite it. And I sighed and said it off.

"That's less than I thought. How dare you kill me, I wanted ten to twenty. Well, even if it's too much, the movement is impressive, so let's just call it a day."

"Well, that's a big deal."

"Wow? No, I don't think so. Rather, Tyran is a detour. If I were in his shoes, I'd have to kill him. Speech propaganda, such as keeping alive those who may come at you with a blade. I tried to reason with the most seemingly to convince some of them to survive, but now Tyran seems to be on his hands. No matter how powerful and intelligent you are, a newborn child. The spirit is immature."

To Shino's words, Dongyun cherry blossoms got cold spines. East Cloud lineage serving the Qing Dynasty family for generations. Sakura herself was raised as much as possible from a place of concern, and served her without any doubt when she was drawn to Shino as the person to serve. I've been looking after Shino since I couldn't go satisfied with her, thinking of her little younger master as my sister at times. For Sakura Hana, Shino was supposed to be more of an opponent than our Lord, and not an exaggeration to say he grew it. I could only assume that the poetry now in front of me was a person that Sakura did not know.

"(Poetry has changed... since when has it changed this way? I should have been around the whole time, but I couldn't even notice. When you studied abroad in Arnelia, or when you were attacked as the Lord, or when a person named Puritanical White Fun began the dictatorship of the Demonic Society?

No, he wasn't so forceful as Puritanical White Fun at first. Since when did the Demon Society become such a group? Now I don't know who's evil and who's just. Even though he who wins is just, in this way he wins...) "

Sakura thought. She is a samurai serving the Qing Dynasty and her character is honest and serious. As a samurai, she learned not only swordsmanship and surgical training, but also economics, politics, and even strategy as a consultant to Shino, who is also capable of viewing the big picture. As for the cherry blossoms, I couldn't help but think that what the Demon Society is doing now is right.

Of course, loyalty to Shino was not shaken by those doubts, but cherry blossoms could not contain the growing suspicion in them. And Shino asked as if he had seen through the suspicion of the cherry blossoms.

"Cherry blossoms, are you afraid of me"

"No, never like that"

"I don't mind, I'm afraid of myself, too"

Sakura watched over Shino's words. The poetry that was there used to look like a young poem when he said he was scared.

"I disciplined myself to face the monsters. Because I didn't think I could fight monsters otherwise. But as I fight monsters, I feel like I become monsters too at some point. I realized that to defeat a monster, I needed to be more monstrous than that. But when I realized it, it was too late. This battle may have been forced, but it can no longer be turned back.

Dongyun Sakura, if you want to turn back, this is the last place. All the battles ahead will have no joy of victory if they win, and if they lose, they will just wait for more unbroken results than death. Still choose to follow me?

Sakura responded instantly to Shino's words.

"Do you doubt my loyalty, Master Poetry? As long as this life goes on, no, I will offer you everywhere, no matter if you lose your life. I will guide you to your death."

"... is that right? Thanks, cherry blossoms. Maybe you're feeling a little disillusioned. I'm going to go outside and distract you."

Poetry went outside without saying anything. I didn't realize the cherry blossoms that just drooped my head, but at this time Shino's eyes were trapped in even sadder colors.

And through a loophole that I don't even know about cherry blossoms, Shino was taking her to a place where she was hiding Princess Yao. After first aid, only three people know about the existence of Princess Yiu, Shino, the capital, and Sakura Flowers, but Sakura Flowers often corresponds to the Kiyojo family as a proxy for Shino, so Shino and the capital are exclusively on their feet at the source of Princess Yiu. For this reason, Sakura doesn't know the details of Princess Yiu these days. No, Poetry was designed so that he could not know.

Not only was she the survivor of one of the few ghosts, but Shino also received the impression that the wounds of the previous battle would heal and regain strength every time he saw them. Now he turns his eyes full of fights and vengeance to Poetry, claiming that he can go to battle at any time.

"Shino, it's been a long time since you've been here."

"Yeah, excuse me. Something I've been putting in lately."

"I was able to get a leg, does that mean I've got that errand done?

Princess Yiu is not foolish. Poetry hasn't given any details, but he probably has an approximate idea. Poetry decided not to hesitate to speak. Because the presence of Princess Yao will be very important to the future poetry.

"Princess Yao, how far do you think you're going?

"I only had a lot of time to think about it. I don't know the details, but we would have started a fight between humans anyway?

"Why would you think that?

"It will be the same for ghosts and humans, if we have no enemies, we will fight on the same race. It wasn't until I saw your Lord that I gained the core."

"Me."

Poetry beheaded a little strangely, but Princess Yiu wasn't laughing.

"Let's not pretend to be foolish now, Poetry. I can't read all of the Lord's belly buildup, but I'm going to know who the Lord is. The Lord can hang up. And I also stand on my arm. Right, maybe he was strong enough to compete well with the ghost leaders. Anyway, at a very young age, I was hit by a blow.

There must have been one thing in my stomach that hid all that power. For example, ostracizing those who become puritanical and leisurely after the ghosts are gone, and holding the real power of the exorcism society by themselves, etc. The Lord is never an innocent person. Forget how your lord was at an early age. "

"... that's Princess Yiu. Almost right, let me tell you."

Poetry laughed all the time and urged his back with his eyes.

Continued