The Branded Female Fencer

"First of all, tell me you've had a hard time, Garland"

"I don't mind, but my men work hard for me. They're like half grey, but they did a good job getting involved this time. I wouldn't say no taram damage, but I think it's pretty much reduced."

"I know. If you hadn't prevented the fog from spreading, there would have been more damage. I must say that it was a violation to teach Arnelian sacred sorcery for that. I taught the Lord and a few others, but I thought it was forbidden to spread anything else. I don't know if I'm going to miss it or zero deductions."

"You fucking grandpa"

Volgius throws a bag at Garland, who spit all over him, and gives it to him. There was a lot of gold in there. With all this, quite a few houses would be built. Garland wanders through the contents and tries to whisk the gold coins. Even for him, it was the first gold coin I saw.

Volgius looked at Garland, who seemed unusual, and spoke gently.

"It's only a little bit. Let's drink to it."

"Isn't it too much for alcohol alone?"

"It's not necessary for Grandpa. Sleeping beds, a little sleeping alcohol, and a good meal. You can use it, or you can make a place for you to hang out. The best thing to do is get out of this city. The Temple Knight who is here this time will not be deceived. At the end of this case, your lords will be disputed. No, it would be nice if they just got bullied, but there's a good chance they'll erase it."

"Seriously. The Temple Knight of Arnelia will do that?

"That's a pilgrimage from the roots. If it's for Arnelia, it's a man who can kill women and children for justice. Fighting head-on won't win, and you can leave early."

"... Huh. I'll take it. I'll figure out how to use it by tonight."

Garland checked the contents of the bag and tied the mouth of the bag, then he held it beside him and stood up from the chair. In his eyes is the statue of St. Arnelia, which he dug himself.

"Now you see this beauty too. What about Grandpa?

"Non seems to still have some left to do. We're not leaving here until we're done."

"Are you happy, 'Volgius of gold'?

"Who do you think set you up to fight?

Volgius' voice was filled with confidence. Garland sighed fu, throwing a knife at Volgius with his back turned at him at a speed that was inconspicuous to his eyes. But the knife stopped by Volgius with his back facing between his fingers, and something flew into the garland at a rate that was not even in his eyes with his back turned.

Garland took it with his hand, but a copper coin pierced the armor made of iron. Garland was not surprised, but angry for the child.

"... that's a copper coin!

"Idiot, if you spend money, I'll kill you. Do you have a disciple killer?"

"Damn, you're not fading at all. This money is a little too much. You're willing to fight, you monster grandpa."

"If you haven't worked out this much, you won't survive in Tarram. It's not for the Lord, just leave."

"I'm the one who decides that."

Garland turned his back and left, but behind him it was felt that Volgius was saving his fighting for his battle.

"Damn! That's not funny!"

Anaseth couldn't hide her frustration at the male whorehouse. At his feet, there are many men prostitutes lying on the ground, breathing incessantly. There could be no such thing as a man whore capable of withstanding the harsh play of anarchy without a clue, and he was in the midst of crushing it from one end. A little while later, some of them could have died. Usually I can dissipate quite a bit if I deal with a male prostitute when I'm frustrated, but all this time, I couldn't stop being annoyed by anarchy. I no longer remember being satisfied with Ranili, etc.

That should be it, too. In the battle ahead, the whipping woman was single-handedly stung. I learned after returning to the inn that the woman was Fondaine, captain of Blackhawk's 6th Squad, but I am angry that she was repeated only too unilaterally and carelessly attacked.

Anarches was not angry at being attacked. I rather like to be attacked. Feel the unrivalled joy of destroying an opponent after they have been attacked with the temper of the opponent and given everything. Fundaine was also a strong blow at first. Since then, however, he has carried out a relaxed and distracted attack at a distance. I didn't give it all up with Anarches, but they kept coming off between me where I felt like I was going to ride, and if I noticed, they weren't there. Incomplete combustion is also a good place.

Anarses remembered only frustration and rolled out alone to the male whorehouse. In principle, Zems prohibits acting alone. No matter how formidable Zems is in a row, Zems has always said that acting alone is dangerous. That they would be buying resentment and jealousy where they can't remember because they keep winning. There are many things that come to mind even if they don't, but even that anarchy is unwilling to go against Zems. Because there's not a single thing you can do against someone you can't fight and win.

But Anarches was breaking the code of anger. An account of the Battle of Anarches tells. If the orcs outside move out even this evening, they won't be just about to be delayed for fun in Tarrum. And now I'm definitely going to the border. The days of battle will await on the border, but I didn't think the battle would clear up this depression. I can only hold a man in my arms at times like this, but even that couldn't cure the annoyance of anarchy.

Anarches abandoned it when he realized the man in his hand was fainting now, seemingly. When he realized that no one was passing by, Anarches abusively called in the lower name that was outside with a bell, but it was the curator and the thoughtful little fat man who came in. Curators in places like this are usually things with livers sitting around, but if you look at the greatness of anarchy, do you just fear it, or is there a dark spot behind it just because it is a temporarily adorable whorehouse? The curator pleaded with Anaseth, trying to rub and squeeze his hands in a humble manner.

Continued