The Branded Female Fencer

"What can I do for a place like this? I don't have what you want here."

"You think my brother knows what I'm looking for?

"Fight blood. If you're a good opponent, be good."

Tyran opened his eyes to the words.

"Me and my brother should be new to exchanging words today... but you know me well"

"Tyran looks a lot like Lord Bradymaria. I've seen a mirror."

"No, not really"

"Well, you look particularly alike in the eye. Then I won't even try to hide my sexuality. Sometimes it's passed on to us far more than you think."

"Is it depressing"

"No, I'm so jealous"

Neither Tyran nor Poetry hid a surprise look in the words. I wondered what you were going to say while they killed the workers now. Before the two slightly puzzled, Shouk continued pale.

"The powerful Tiran may not know, but I'm a reluctant life. Born sick and weak, he annoyed his surroundings and disillusioned his father. Only my mother covered me, but I can't even wield a knife in an exorcism society, so indolent that it's not strange to be mistaken for a body that doesn't even know when to die. I live because, for one thing, my father is glorious. It's no surprise you're ordered to do yourself harm."

"Young lady, nothing goes that far"

Poetry tried to block the words, but continued to speak as if Shouk hadn't heard them.

"So I'm just happy to be alive. My mother is dying, and my father won't be able to afford me, so he might die here before he even realizes it.

Tyran, I'd love it if you could come up here and talk to me once in a while. "

"Stupid, now I killed my brother's squire, didn't I? Such a brother wouldn't be strange to be hand-held in the human world. Do you think the knife on his hips is a decoration?"

"... my mother died earlier. Don't make jokes or sad things about killing my brother now, Tyran. You have your law, and I guess they touched it. Those who did well to me, but the Demon Society is always a land of death and neighborhood. There are sometimes raids of ghosts turned into resentful spirits, the development of new techniques and ceremonial beasts fails, and the dead often come out. They should have figured it out, too, as much as it's never safe because we're here. Especially since Lord Bradymaria arrived. Dead because of your unhappiness is your own fault, so to speak."

"... I don't understand my brother. It's not like the people I've ever seen, it's not like White Fun, my father. Honestly, I don't feel well."

"I'm sorry, with such a brother."

Seeing Shouk laugh all the time, Tyran got angry, shook up his fist and tried to punch Shouk in the face, but stopped that fist right there.

"... about react, do it"

"It's not weird when you die anyway. Dead now doesn't change a bit."

"Knock."

Tyran stood up on the spot with his tongue pounding. Try to follow the place early enough. Tyran will not fear a thousand enemies. But I didn't know what to do with every incomprehensible human being in front of me, and I missed my hand.

If it wasn't my brother, I would have killed him without hesitation. But killing my incomprehensible brother made me feel defeated. Or do you think it will be contaminated? The discomfort didn't stop and Tyran was turning back on his heels.

"Poetry! We're leaving!"

"Tiran, will you come back?"

"Who's coming, to a dwelling house with only such a dead person!

"Well... can I borrow poetry sometimes? I just don't have anyone to talk to. I miss them."

"Do as you please! But don't forget that the woman is mine. Anyway, I'm gonna welcome you to my wife! Give me your hand and I won't rip you apart!?

"Really?

Shouk looked at Shino. Shino glanced at Tyran, but he left as soon as he could. After Tyran leaves, Poetry nods small.

"In fact, I couldn't help but say no to the flow of such stories... and wondered how I did it. Well, I'm thinking I should make a joke."

"But if it wasn't a joke. I didn't mean it like that. Then it's not going to work."

"Yeah, you're right. But... will 'they' live that far?

Shouk cursed at the words that Shino told him to whisper. However, he did not make such a feeling, and Shouk stared at Shino.

"What are you trying to say?

"No, I'm talking to myself"

"Poetry, you are"

"Young lady, Shino is a human being... may I join you again?"

"Fine. I have some funeral steps, too, but if all my servants are killed, I won't be ready. It would be helpful to have a few of your trusted men here with you."

"Yes, we will arrange it that way"

When Shino gave his thanks, he tried to leave the scene without sound. Shouk still spoke to Poetry as he turned his back on what he was thinking.

"Poetry, my servants were faithful to the matter. I did what I said," Dimensionally. "

"And Dear Tyrann's character was also, 'as expected'. Don't worry, their remains will be carefully mourned."

"Oh, please. Poetry, how do you read what's going on?

"Hehe, let's talk about specifics another time. It's too early to be alarmed, our plan is just beginning, young lady."

"Scary woman. Disposable of me, too."

"No, I never think about that. Bye."

After Shino left the room, Shouk, who was alone, snapped pompously. To make purple gardens listen, and to tell themselves.

"Mother, I still can't seem to calm down like you. Even for me like this, the times still seem to need me. Let's just say that I'll come with you after my father has gone ahead and done what he needs to do."

There was no reply to Shouk's words, but the face of Ziyuan, who remained calm, seemed silent and consenting to his words.

Continued