The Branded Female Fencer

"It's Luvere. I have brought you Lord Rana."

"Go ahead."

There were several hookers inside who opened the door. Probably Lanili and the friendly ones, but one is the face that I found out. I must have named him Primuse or something. And beside it was Gail, Elsia, and Layer for some reason. They became friends from the night between them and Primuse near the age, but Gail accompanied Elsia, who happened to head out to the Golden Purity Hall as the use of a mercenary regiment, in a convoluted form. When they arrived, Gail wandered around the hall looking for Primuse, and they ran into each other by chance, but they were in the middle of nowhere trying to figure out what to do with her, who kept crying without talking about the situation.

The primze was shaking her shoulders and crying, and Elsia and Gail were comforted with their troubled faces. Gail gently tried to hold Primse's shoulder, but Elsia was comforting Primse as Elsia's elbow captured Gail's dovetail brilliantly, allowing her to enter between the stuffing Gail and Primse. And now that Larna appeared here, I could imagine who was being clothed on the bed. Elsia and Layer looked at each other, but now they've lost an opportunity to get out of the room.

Larna looked over to the room and grasped the situation, walking over to Primse.

Can you tell us what's going on?

"... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just because I'm impudent."

"I'll apologize later. First, tell me exactly what happened."

Am I saved by Larna's fortitude, Primuse began to speak in tears? That when I came out to use you last night, I ran into a pair of men in the fog. That Ranili let Primse get away with it when he saw the two of them emitting obviously dangerous signs. And Primuse frustrated her legs as she fled, and managed to get home to the golden purity hall, but there was also fog and it took longer than expected, and when the backup rushed, there was just already a runaway ranili. And when I handed Pierce, who had been given to my daughter, to Larna with a trembling hand, Primse cried and couldn't even talk.

When I asked him why he couldn't even see a dead face with a cloth all over his body, from there another whore connected the words instead. That was two people who had refrained at the rear of Formination during the Guild Presidency. They named themselves quieter and more Estella, and more auspicious Origa. Origa and Estella explained.

"Not very much, but because I didn't die in such a way that I could see. We've been dealing with people's greed for a long time, but this is unusual."

"It's not the work of a decent human spirit. A way to die so innocuous that we can even dream. You can't let another whore do that. Especially to those who were close to you or to your daughter."

"If you look at it, you will be imprisoned by hatred. Probably enough to change your life. That's unacceptable."

Larna sighed at the explanation.

"Really? But honestly, for me, my mother's memory is very vague. I remember him being nice, but when we met again, he was a whore. I don't discriminate against you guys separately, I don't know what the hell you're doing... and I partly solved that misconception thanks to Luvere, but if you try it on me, it's still more unconvincing. I honestly don't feel it when people say I'm dead, and I don't feel too sad or sorry for it.

Will you at least let me pray my way "

Origa and Estella snorted reluctantly at Larna's offer. And as Larna approached loosely, she approached the bed at once, pretending to break her knee, peeling off the cloth sprinkled on the lanili. Origa reached out to stop her, but couldn't reach as she thought grabbed by the dark snake that Larna had planted on her sleeve, and found Estella unstoppable, covering her with a primze to show her nothing.

And Larna sincerely regretted stripping the cloth. There were no people there. What was there was processed pieces of meat. I tried to make a wax doll that resembled a person, but it failed, so it was a chunk of meat that if I did it, I would have smashed it rarely. Larna collapsed from her knees, but because of it, she could see up close those who were ranili.

Half of his hair was stripped by force, and instead he stabbed closely to see if the needle was still this. There was no left eye, but burnt iron poured inside, after stirring. In his right eye, a nail was shot into his eye while keeping his hatred. Not only that. The expression tail was drawn to a strange shape as to whether it had been forced to laugh, but the stitching nail had been punched in to fix that look. And beautifully half had a look of hatred. The look of laughter and hatred living together in half. I've never seen Larna look like that.

I couldn't see it from the head area down there. There were signs that something was done more unharmed, too, but consciousness refused to see it. One thing I found out is that the person who did this definitely thoroughly enjoyed it. I guess that also took the time to carefully and carefully enjoy the pain of a woman named Ranili. How badly would Larna have come to me? After burning the sight behind her brain, which she would certainly never forget in the long life of a witch, Larna stood up fluttered. There was too much force in the hand holding the piercing, and there was blood. And the first thing I did was explode this emotion.

"Ugh, wow. Oh."

But shortly after he tried to scream, Levere's knife was dropped on Larna's rear neck, and Larna lost her mind as it was. Upon receiving the collapsed Larna, Levere closed his eyes deeply and snapped.

"So you have to look at it as much as that - you sister. Lord Rana, may I have your attention, please? You should also give Primuse a break."

"... right. Sorry, I'm alarmed."

"I can't help what happened. And more so."

"This one's fine"

Layer was quickly tucking Gail down from behind and covering him from above Elsia. Because of that, the two of them never saw Ranili's death face, but Layer stared firmly at the death more than Rana did.

And I pretended to cover the cloth again and gently smelled its ranili body odor. A slightly different, somewhat sweet-smelling body odor from humans. I see, Layer understood that it was distinct from just a human being's.

And I was going to shake it like nothing happened, but Luvere pointed out the look on my face.

Continued