The Branded Female Fencer

"Bye, Liliam. Do you really want Atai to take care of your voice?

"Absolutely. You can bring the guys from the back arena if you're only good at it, but they don't know anything about it. If you kill Jaeger's face, the roots will remain. That's not a good way to do it."

"Oh, so you're going to put your hands together already? Tomorrow's game is a farce?

"It's not the best part of this city. When you decide, it's entertainment, but seriously. In the first place, there are people who can write all their wealth and all their lives. If you're going to join hands with them, tomorrow's game will be a good place to make claims for them too. Without the interest of the inhabitants of Tarram, it's impossible to make allies in this city in the first place."

"I see, is that a ritual to be accepted"

"It's up to them to accept or reject it. I don't know how to keep it."

Liliam said out cold. Cassandra just shrugs her shoulders.

"Hey, Liliam. So you're not?

"Well, if the other captain's coming out, maybe I'll come out, too."

"I am, are you interested?

"If you say no, you're lying. You don't care. Cassandra."

"Well..."

Honestly, it was true to say that Cassandra was also concerned. A mercenary regiment that has rapidly begun to hear its name in the last year or so. The way its visibility spreads and the rate of growth is unusual, but people who seem to be going to be coming to today's meeting. He who turns in wisdom, he who stands up in arms, he who is experienced, he who is good at witchcraft. As a mercenary regiment, I think it would be roughly ideal. And that long, brunette woman. Definitely strong, but how strong was unknown. In terms of bottom ignorance, it could be equivalent to Lilliam's.

Besides, I was handing out Rosetta. To the best of Cassandra's knowledge, Rosetta is a character who doesn't trust anyone else more than she was, and she was a very strong woman of mine. He wasn't skilled, but his head was cut off and he was driven. She was a woman who knew from the rush, but most of all hated to use the help of others. When I was called the Red Sisters, I heard all sorts of rumors about my sister, her label, going missing. That's what I miss with a smile. Cassandra doubted my eyes, not knowing what was going on. On, it's also inevitable that I put a little bit of a scratch on it.

But apart from Cassandra's interest, Lilliam seems to have taken another interest. Cassandra did see a dark flame shake in Liliam's eyes.

"Liliam."

"What could it be?

"Tomorrow's game isn't gonna be pretty, is it?

"... who are you saying things to? I'm the captain, right?

Lilliam leaks, chills, and kills. Liliam is a seemingly fine girl with no back length to Cassandra's chest, but the intimidation is more gigantic than any man's sword guy. Cassandra is spoiled by her men because, of course, she lost a single hit.

But more than that, Cassandra was worried about Lilliam. By buying up his identity, he was already released from Tarram. Yet you won't leave Tarram, Liliam. Cassandra knew what kind of determination and readiness she was in her current position.

"You're overmeasuring too, aren't you? Give me that brunette alphilis."

"Right. I won't deny that. And you'll know how much tomorrow is."

"Is that the woman you want?

"We'll see about that tomorrow, too. Good night, Cassandra."

Half-forced to say goodbye, Cassandra was full of responding with one hand up. Cassandra, who is later left pounding.

And Liliam was alone, relaxing in his own mansion. I live from the surrounding opinion that the mansion is too large to live alone, but not dressed in a house that is too miserable. But on the other hand, I don't like a lot of people, so it is Liliam's doctrine not to place more people than is necessary. I have servants during the day, but they are letting me sleep away, and I will be alone at night in my own mansion.

It doesn't mean Liliam likes to be alone. She originally came from a normal house, apparently. Apparently, because she was already a slave when she was meant to be. The reason is that I was born with black hair. Only then did her parents sell Liliam to a slave trader. I have little memory of my childhood. He just ate the rice served, worked as he was told, was beaten depending on the mood of the slave trader, and his swollen back hurt and he couldn't sleep all the time. That is the only memory of Liliam at an early age.

In it, one day, the merchants decided to let the slaves do the end of the man who made the mistake in half amusing. It was a man who was relatively polite to treat the slaves. The slaves hesitated. But when Liliam snapped his sword from the merchant, he slammed the man's throat with the sword without hesitation. Liliam knew the identity of a man's kindness was just a guilty conscience. I don't want sympathy. That was what Liliam meant. Besides, Liliam, who is not treated properly by her fellow slavers just because of her dark hair, tried to favor her position at all by being liked by the merchants.

But it was counterproductive. Having done too much without hesitation, Liliam was finally neglected by the merchants and sold off as a swordsmen. That's the tarram here. It was when Liliam was 7.

Continued