The Branded Female Fencer

Cassandra and Lilliam, on the other hand, were relative to the Alphilis, but the line was leaking blurry.

"Liliam..." "Black Liliam"? "

"Yeah, I guess so"

"Celebrities?"

Lisa responded to Alphilis' voice.

"Yeah, you're very famous. Not mercenaries, slaves. And they must be from the lowest level of slavery, called the swordsmen."

"Swordman? Fighting in the arena or something, is that it?

"There's also an arena in Tarram. Unlike what used to be, the current arena is free to participate. There are rewards, meals, and allowances when you get hurt. Some mercenaries make enough money to specialize in the arena.

But there are some things in Tarram that seem to be a backstage arena. Instead of exorbitant rewards there, they say there are harsh and tragic fights like you can't do in the arena on the table. Naturally there is no guarantee of life, and some of them are like letting you fight demons and warcraft? What does being thrown there by a woman mean? If you lose, it's 'Anything'. That's where I came up, the queen of the back arena. That's 'Black Lilliam'. Apparently, you succeeded in buying your identity for money. "

"Oh, so"

"What's wrong?

"Because the smell of blood was amazing."

"Isn't that perfume?

Alphilis denied Rosetta's inquiry. Only Lisa affirmed the feeling of Alphilis.

"Right... the smell of blood you can't erase if you erase it. It doesn't actually stink, it would be her very life"

I see, the queen of the back arena.

"You think he's a ruler?

To Rhine's inquiry, Alphilis shook his head.

"I still can't say anything. The others need to see it."

"Shall we go to the holding room reserved for us? There must still be some time before the meeting."

And according to the words of Ephra, the Alphilis went to their room.

Then, less than half an hour later, the Alphilis and the others were called to the conference room. When the Alphilis and the others attempted to enter, they were told up to two of the confessors, and Alphilis brought Rhine and Larna in. Because I thought these two could handle the approximate situation.

The meeting has chairs for 11 people. It was the 10th time Alphilis came in. There were diverse people inside, such as Liliam earlier, as well as other well-widened men, well-dressed men, and seriously dressed men, but what we all had in common was a sharp gaze at Alphilis that was not alarming. Those gazes were momentary, but it was instantly understood that Alphilis was not liked by anyone on this occasion.

It is well known that it is a negotiation from a disadvantaged state. When Alphilis got to his seat, he looked around slowly first. At that time, a man of good width suddenly uttered words in a grumpy manner.

"The meeting hasn't started yet!? Though you always say you're busy."

"That's with everyone, Lord Gutzen. I haven't waited four and a half minutes yet. Waiting is part of the job."

"That's what I'm saying, Gallum. He's a forminer again. Has that woman ever been here on time?

"Wouldn't it take a while for a woman to get to herself?"

"But Lilliam there has never been late. I want you to apprentice a little bit."

"It's an honor to keep you complimented."

Liliam bowed small and smiled nostalgically. What a superficial exchange that was, Alphilis felt lost in the fox's nest as well.

That's when one beauty got lost. Alphilis needed a little time to realize it was human for that too much brilliance. It was probably like a woman infused with all the beauty she needed in something called a human being. Smoother skin than fine silk, brighter eyes than gems, blonde hair flowing more beautifully than fresh streams, thin hips that also appear disproportionate to the busty breasts and buttocks. There was a woman there, packed with all the necessary elements to attract people.

Alphilis was feeling the air on the field had changed. Earlier frustrating and slaughtering air lurked and I understood that all the attention on the spot had been paid to this woman. It was also no exception to Alphilis.

A voice leaked from the woman. That was no less than the beauty of Emerald again, a musical voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the delay. A little trouble with the customer's response."

"... Hmm. Don't lie right away, beautiful princess. Is there anyone who has enough wealth to take possession of the Lord's time?

"Hehe, I run most of these whorehouses in Turam, don't I? If there's any inconvenience in the store, it's natural to leave. Even if it's not, it's a lot of rubbing. It's also the end of asking Lord Lilliam, who is there, to cooperate all the time. Lord Lilliam wasn't here right now, so I had to leave.

Well, even if it isn't, it's also in women's taste to rush the lord. Isn't that right?

"... no, well, yeah..."

"I'm not a lord, so I hope you don't make me wait too long. Even if it is not, it is often found in your shop. I don't think there's anything I can do, so I'll put up with it, but I don't want you to go through too much trouble with anything else."

Where did the momentum go earlier? Approximately the men who shut up, only Liliam spoke equally, so the formineries also took their seats leaving only a glossy grin. Behind it were two beautiful women who refrained from doing this again, but were obviously women dressed as whores who could tell. They were both dressed in a dress that was arguably overexposed, but one was a contrasting pair of quiet looking women with beautiful birds on their shoulders and vicious looking women with snakes on their shoulders.

For some reason, when they glanced at Larna, the grown-up woman had a friendly grin, and if they were willing to win, they had a grin that looked down. But I wonder what Larna was up to, and the meeting was about to begin. Starting the conversation was a nerve-looking man with glasses on his fine face.

Continued