The Branded Female Fencer

"Kid, be quiet."

Layer was also surprised that the Lord of his hands was a boy, but more than that he was stuck in the mouth from behind. If the other person is willing to do that, he's been beheaded by the act now.

I looked familiar in that face that the layer confirmed sideways. With a surprising layer on his ass, the boy continued.

"You can't be perceived to exist. He's one of them now."

"... who?

"'Bandit' Bandrass. We met at the museum, but the verse was" Merchant "Yatri excused."

"... I'm not sure, but if they're one of them, how could you help me?

"It must be one of us, but it's no longer ridiculous. We'll talk more about it later, and we'll get out of here first. Hey, kid. Even Armas' number three and Blackhawk's captain will have the best foothold."

"But"

"If you hadn't come, I'd still have done it. Beat those two from the front, bone of foolishness. Because I was going to call it in with a clichéd invitation and trap it. I answered a call that I didn't love because of their absolute confidence and color, but it just doesn't fall into the trap anymore. From here on out, hunting them will be very difficult. I know you had your purpose, but you're the one who ruined it, kid. You see?"

Hearing Bandras explain, all the more layers waved Bandras' hand away.

"Kid?"

"Then all the more so. I'll see how they fight here at all. 'Cause I feel like it's gonna lead to the next one."

"Hmm... does that make sense, too? But I'll take a little distance. If their attention goes this way, they'll be imprisoned in an instant, and they'll eat the scroll in the first place."

"Okay."

When the banderas and layers disappeared into the darkness, the women left behind - number three and the foundine - were taking their place. When Fondaine's whip hit the ground nicely, the covetousness drowned from the anarchy.

"What, you'll probably give me a ride? I love how it hurts. Earlier is not enough. More!"

"I waved the whip with the intention of dropping my arm for once. This is a fairly deaf beast. Do you think you'll be ruined?

"You, you seem to be better at transformation than disguise, but may I ask you to tell me how many sheets of skin you peel to see your true face?

"- That's why I said, it's time to leave this city. By the way, I don't make breasts and buttocks."

"It's superimposed. It's going to be worth the sharpening."

Few of the inhabitants of Tarham noticed that the four stood together in the corner of Tarham, and that a death battle was fought uninhabited.

"Welcome back"

- Yeah, I'm home.

As Enema gracefully enjoyed her morning tea, Dart returned refreshingly unsuitable in the morning. A man who is always quite tidy, but the clothes were torn and had blood on them. The inn is private, so the owner is the only one, but he also stared at the dart with a slight eye. Because I don't think there's an opponent in a line of brave men who can hurt their hands sooner than later.

But Dart himself had no hand wounds, and when he asked the shopkeeper for breakfast with a slightly tired face, he was sitting in the front of the Enema. But Enema wasn't asking what, he was looking through Tarram's morning paper scrubbing his tea.

"Oh, is it a conspiracy involving the murder, financial relations, of one of the guild leaders, Mr. Corsens? - That's right. Noisy, tarram."

"Will you say it? More like this body, because you don't ask me anything?

"I know everything, including Zems. You're so relaxed."

"Chi, there's a sexually wicked woman"

Dart told me to throw up for a moment, so Enema went on to say the word, as it was even more teasing worthwhile.

"And you've become a mortal battle. Everyone kept their bills sealed and continued the battle with no determinants. What's the point of that fight?

"I enjoyed that a lot. But it is also true that there was no gap to leave. Almas' number three is something to do. I was going to keep him on the way, but the Blackhawk captain wasn't either. If you really did it, it would have been quite something, but the sawdust anarchy must have accumulated frustration with careless whipping. I'm stuck in a whorehouse by now, of course."

"Well, aren't you glad it was before Anaseth's tag came off? If Anarches is serious, he'll make a fuss."

"Right. But I can't back down like this. Aimed at number three in Almas, you know what that means?

"For once."

Enema stared slightly at Dart.

Continued