The Branded Female Fencer

"So it's the will of Valsas?

"And more like one of the requests Valsas received. There are actually many people who don't feel comfortable about Zems. But it is also true that there is no way to end their line, which is said to be comparable to an army in a single country. If we're gonna do this, between mercenaries - isn't it inevitable that we'll be asked to do it?

"Then it's a possible story. But how could he be a jerk? Even if he's the mercenary's vault number. The expensive requests they're getting should be generating enough money to leave them alone. That's about as much as they say Yatri succeeded in starting his business based on his rewards as a mercenary. What the hell is wrong with you now?

"We need a lot of manpower to get rid of the evil they're doing. It is Yatri who does it, and Bandras, who leads the bandits. You're the brave ones who support you from the back."

"I see. It's hard to tailor Zems all of a sudden, but are we talking about cutting the power in turn first? But it's not easy with Yatri, is it? Few of my fellow brave men have had shepherds in the last decade or so. Even with Yatri alone, it's hard to kill. If it was just skill, it would be equivalent to our captainship. How do we kill him?

"No, let him kill you. Nothing we have to fight directly. I've already set up a good way to do that. All you have to do is wait and see what happens."

"Wait, what are you going to do?

To Max's blameworthy inquiry, Fondaine just laughed lightly. And here's what I added.

"Yatri was too greedy. He - he was doing all sorts of activities to crush Almas. Almas distributes weapons, and the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce acts as a spindle with rare goods from the South, but Yatri supposedly used that knowledge to counter them in the transport of medicines and daily necessities. There are a lot of medicines. Especially here in Tarram, hormones are preferred that are not generally available or medicines that bring pleasure. Yatri was half-eyed, so he got his hands on a drug that stopped in his eyes. Don't even know it was made by black magicians. Yes, to a drug called Xperion."

"Experion?

"It's a chemical that can be used in liquids and solids. Is it often blue? It is generally out there as a drug that brings a lot of pleasure, but it is possible to degenerate the organism into the Demon King by adjusting the concentration and administering it, or by constant use. It's been experimental out here in Tarram and in a small city, but it must have been a long-term experimental site. We can bury people here in the dark even if they're gone or if there's some strange incident.

That is why the distribution of Xperion was strictly controlled by Almas. By working with Whisperer, the black magician succeeded in quietly putting Experion on the market. But Yatri started the Xperion monopoly. And I realized about its efficacy.

Yatri is making a lot of money with this. And I intend to take his place for Almas. I don't know how, but I might have grabbed it the way Experion was produced. At least, its presence gradually began to appear bright because of Yatri's involvement. Arnelia or as much as the rulers of Tarram move. "

"Wait, how do you know that much?

"It's easy. I was hired by Yatri to experiment with the administration of Xperion with a warcraft. He has knowledge of drugs, and I am familiar with Warcraft. Not the perfect combination?

But that's it. I don't think Yatri's method is going to work, and I can't make it work. I can't believe there are drugs out there that make creatures demon kings, and the order of the human world will collapse. So I decided it was time for him to leave. Almas seems to be sniffing around neglecting him too, and I'll let him take advantage of it "

"What exactly are we going to do?

To Max's words, Fondaine was laughing at the dullness. At the end of that gaze, there was an arena. Gergeda blues. I didn't think you were such a crazy woman.

"You have just the right aftertaste. What happens if Almas is too conspicuous to remain silent? Let Yatri know, shall we?

"Hey, no way..."

"Are you insane?

Max was grabbing that chest barn by guessing Fondaine's intentions. But Fondaine does not change her expression, she only laughs thinly. Max squeaked the floor twice with his feet, letting Rubbers go scouting it as a signal. Of course, it is the arena to head there.

And Fondaine was waving Max's hand away and fixing his messy outfit.

"If you're so worried, why don't you go check it out? There may be some deaths, but I don't think it's gonna be that catastrophic, is there?

"Don't be ridiculous! You're out of your mind."

"With a small number of sacrifices, it's always a means of war, isn't it? If I'm gonna lose my Blackhawk buddies, I'm gonna do it this way.

Even you, Gergeda?

"... oh, right"

"Hey, you!?

Max stopped trying to blame Gergeda. I don't think he's such an ethical guy, and I was more concerned about those eyes than that. Max had noticed how Gergeda was doing differently than usual.

Who needs a foundine in that Gergeda?

"That sounds a little different to me, doesn't it? I'm counting on you."

"On your own. But I hate women who don't know what I'm talking about. If you're proud of my woman, remember that."

"Hehe, let's remember"

That being said, the foundine follows Gergeda leaving. At that time, Fondaine looked back and looked at Max and laughed. I didn't know what the intention was, but Max remembered unspeakable anxiety. Aren't you keeping a hell of a woman company? Max also forgot to track down the two Rubbers he had left on hand, just sitting in a room where no one was left.

Continued