The Branded Female Fencer

"Yay, there's no point in thinking about it. It doesn't seem to matter to me or Jaeger."

"If that's what you judge. But it has something to do with us. Because it's a good story, I want to grasp as much profit as possible. The Yatri Chamber of Commerce was told that branches were everywhere, but that various rights were always at his disposal. Yatri's latent destination, it should be in this city. If they find out, I want to hold the place down. Can't we borrow Jaeger's personnel?

"You know what's going on in this city? They're surrounded by an army of orcs, aren't they? Neither the vigilante nor Jaeger."

"Because this is the situation. No one from the outside can get in the taram right now, even if they want to. Neither do I. I can't even call for support from the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce from the outside. That's why it's worth it. It is not such a story as the monopoly of profits. I hear Yatri is saving quite a bit of money in kind. Probably turning it into gold or jewelry. It would also turn out to be good for Jaeger. I don't know. I don't think he's Jaeger's captain."

"Mm..."

The liaison officer was right. After a little thought, Jessia agreed.

"Okay, I'll ask the captain."

"Do that, that's for both sides. Sometimes, Jessia, you think like a mercenary. No, I guess I'll say it belongs to Jaeger. You're a merchant at the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, you know that?

"No, are you gonna do that?

"That's fine. For the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce and hence Gruzaldo, don't forget that even Jaeger is one of the products. It's like you're in love."

"... I know."

Jessia's reply was never a good one, but the liaison disappeared outside the store when she put the money down, without giving her the look behind the hood. Jessia, who was left behind, had been asking for booze in the morning.

"... you're only paying for your share, asshole"

That's what I was told by Jaeger's face, but when I remembered that it was common sense at the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, I still wondered if I was poisoned by the mercenary world.

"Uncle, stop"

"Noooo!?

Dragreo stopped his leg, which was running with all his might, but suddenly he couldn't stop, spinning forward as he was, again and again, hitting the rock and stopping. Is Mikoto getting used to it, flying from his shoulder just before Dragreo rolled around, getting nothing.

"Mikoto! Say it sooner, I can't stop suddenly!

"You don't have to stop suddenly. My uncle is an idiot."

"I'm not stupid!

"Yes, yes, you're an asshole"

"If you know what I mean!

"I don't care if you're an asshole..."

Mikoto stared, giggling at his usual interactions. At the end of his gaze, he seemed to have countless rather strong vitality. It is the number of hours in the night sky, and in the center this is another considerable number gathered.

"Is this... is the city under siege?

"You got something?

"Yeah, I think there's a pretty big town because there's an amazing number of brilliants all over the place. But there are so many glitters around it that they surround the city. One light at a time is bigger than a human being, so is the demon surrounding the city?

"Hmm?"

Dragreo asked Mikoto's opinion in an interesting way. Mikoto is a demon-eyed man. You can 'see' the vitality, even if there are distant places or obstacles. It is a combination of magic and chi, but at that size it is possible to discern if the opponent is strong. Most of all, Mikoto hasn't seen as much brilliance as the man beside him yet.

Dragreo glanced around for a moment as he took Mikoto on his shoulder again.

"Then we'll have to actually look at it."

"What are we going to do?

"Going high"

"Yes?"

Dragreo, speaking a word, rushed abruptly toward the highest mountain nearby. The birds flying on the tree are at a surprising rate to run at full speed over the tree. Mikoto has also grown accustomed to these Dragreo behaviors, so for now he's only going to do enough to stick around and try not to fall, and keep his mouth shut so he doesn't bite his tongue.

Running like flying over a tree, running up a cliff-like place, they were on a mountain that looked far down on the ground less than half an hour later.

"... I see, that one"

"Uncle, can you see it?

"Whoa, even the look on their face. It looks good. Well, it's definitely a city called Tarram. There are herds of orcs around. Considering I'm taking more than half of my sleep... it's a night raid, this is"

"Yeah? That city, it was so big that it was barely on the eastern continent, right? Is it a common story on this continent that demons raid there?

"Hey. You're supposed to be funny before you know what it is. I think I'll go say hello."

"Greetings?"

"Commander Oak, that's the face I saw. You know me. I'll ask what's going on."

"Why? Is it dangerous?

"I saw a face that I also knew inside the tarram. If you have a witch's house, I need to help you."

"Witch's Palace?

"That's right. Just like you, Mikoto."

"Just like me?

Mikoto tilted his neck, but the next moment he held Mikoto, and Dragreo was jumping down a chopped cliff. Before I thought about how dangerous Mikoto was to get used to this kind of thing, I wondered where the awesome wind pressure on his face would blow, and he would arrive before the sun went down, etc.

And one more thing. Mikoto watched as the Knights-like guys Dragreo had just stolen their food with dignity were headed to the same place. Especially the two who were in the lead. When he saw the knight covered in red armor, Dragreo said, "It's a pain in the ass to fight." Even the giant beast is a dragleo who pays off with one fist, but the knight who described him as a hassle. Mikoto had a bad feeling about what was going to happen.

Continued