The Branded Female Fencer

Sylphide, with Larna on board, ran exactly as the wind. There was no shadow in Tarram, but for the reason that there was no speed in the winding streets, Aerial stepped on the steps and the luggage he had placed and jumped onto the roof of the building, using the roof of the building to run to the pure hall of gold. Normally, it's a cursive horseback riding enough to get drunk or blue, but Larna's mind isn't about that, and she probably won't even remember where she went if she followed it. Aerial knew that very well, so he kept quiet and took the reins.

And then we go to the golden purity hall. No, Larna jumped out of Sylphide and once headed to the front door. The guard tried to identify them, but they were deflected from consciousness by witchcraft, and Larna was ramblingly opening the door of the hall to keep going. When the door was opened, there was Luvere, but without her eyes, Larna slowly proceeded inside the hall. Seeing the momentum, Levere ate his face, but dared speak quietly from behind.

"Lord Rana, do you know where you're going?

"... could you show me around?

"That would be nice. We also have trouble rushing into other guests. And the whores are mostly asleep now, too. The museum is open because it never sleeps, but most people in the museum don't know what's going on just because."

"How do you know that? It's just a guide, right?

"You look pretty old, don't you? If you're not familiar with the contents of the building, you can't show them around. Griff, contact Lord Forminey."

"Yes, sir."

Griff, who was beside Levere, gave an example and headed upstairs, Levere walked out with Larna. Quietly the two footsteps are headed to the deepest room of the hall. It is not normally used as a guest room and is used during the rest of the whores. There were some hookers relaxing there, but when they saw Larna, they all bowed their eyes and gave a small thank you. I guess they all know what's going on.

Further through the place, he proceeded to a place lined with qualitative rooms that did not look good in a golden purity hall. Larna was a little surprised, but Luvere, who guessed how it was, uttered his voice as he turned forward.

"This is our living quarters. Everyone who serves in the Golden Purity Hall lives in this place. Forminey, the best seller, is no exception. It also means worrying about their safety, but it also means making them aware that we are a commodity. We provided extraordinary things in various ways. And yet, once away from the place of performance, one human being. We dare to offer these qualitative lives so that the actors themselves are not imprisoned on an unusual basis"

"... my mother's here too?

"Of course. Eventually you are to save funds to be independent, or you are to live here until you quit the profession of whore. I also manage the earnings, savings, etc. of these whores in bulk, but Mr. Ranili was planning to embark on a journey soon. I think there was just enough storage to be a road bank for a few years. She hasn't wasted much time since she got here."

"Do you want to hear about Mr. Ranili?

Larna said nothing, but Levere understood silence as an affirmation.

"Mr. Ranili came to Tarram on a rainy night. I've found that I'm not like a regular person more than I've arrived here on my own. Sorcery has freed people from this place so that no one can come. But if you don't, there will be constant suspicions and intruders targeting beautiful princesses.

Mr. Ranili had a man. He said he was probably attacked by a rioter in the tarram. The trauma wasn't that bad, but I was snoring a lot about what was wrong with us. Once she slept, Lanili complained that she wouldn't wake her eyes if she swallowed them or slapped them, trying to show them to a nearby doctor, but saying all the hardware had been taken away. So I guess it happened to be here that I got there to hang on. If you were a museum protected by witchcraft, you would have stepped on it when you had a magician with medical knowledge. If the procedure had been a little quicker, I might have managed, but my husband was already too late and never woke up.

But it lasted quite a while from there. I looked after my husband like he slept and managed to survive with our magic and treatment. It took my breath away a few months ago. It's just that we're not charitable either, so we have to pay for it. That cost and she was working and returning it. Most recently, I've been asking the Road Bank. "

"You think you're beating yourself up for that money? For your own husband, to another man?

"We leave how far we allow our guests to act to their respective whores, and we are not forcing them or doing anything. Some of them are prostitutes, like the law, who make you touch them. She's not a pure person, and she had magic skills. I don't know how you were entertaining customers, but at least you've never delayed a determined payment, and you've never been dissatisfied or complained about by a customer.

It's just that her behavior was grand. If there's anything I'm comfortable with, it won't. It just seemed a little upset that your daughter, your daughter, appeared out of the blue. I couldn't talk about anything and was consulted about how I had elucidated this situation. So this is how I explain it on her behalf. "

"That's not true - now"

Once again, when the two returned silently, Luvere's legs stopped after a while. It's one of those unusual rooms. There were several signs ahead. Before putting his hands on the door of that room, Levere hesitated to turn back to Larna.

Lord Lana, I have only one promise.

"What?"

"It won't come true to see a dead face. If that's what you can promise, I can see Mr. Ranili. How do you like it?

"... Okay."

Larna looked suspiciously at Levere's face, but Levere stared at Lara as she pressed in case, eventually knocking softly on the door.

Continued