The Branded Female Fencer

When Volgius took one deep breath, he took control of number three by hand and stepped out in front of the intended person. At the same time, number three hides himself in the dark. Nor was he surprised that Volgius appeared, and his opponent was grinning. As if I wanted to say, "Are you finally here?"

"Oh, this is - are you an Arnelian priest?

"Excuse me for the night, beautiful one. It's a city like this, so it's hard to care if you don't misunderstand your voice. There's one thing I'd like to ask you. Are you sure?

"I wish I had been there sooner. You've been watching me for days, haven't you?

"No, no, that's not true."

In front of Volgius, dressed in priestly attire, was the foundine. Gergeda, who was next door, looked surprised by the Arnelian priest who appeared abruptly, but the look on the face of the foundine remained unchanged. Rather, the fact that the other person finally showed up also made him seem somewhere relieved. One thing is for sure, I perceived the tension that stuck between the two, and Gergeda slowly took a distance from the two. Seeing that behavior, Volgius was removing Gergeda from the target of the attack. One of the things Volgius could not do in his thoughtful actions was because of the presence of Gergeda. The trick was delayed by the presence of Gergeda as an element of uncertainty, but I can't wait any longer. This behavior was a bet for Volgius, but it doesn't look bad.

Fundaine asked Volgius, without the wind to worry about Gergeda or anything else.

"Have I done anything to be questioned by the Arnelian priest?

"Don't you have any idea - right, let's tell one story then. Long enough time ago. Only about thirty years ago, there was one monk very dawning in battle. The monks were very fond of combat, beating down numerous enemies as the Lord commanded, and wetting their hands in blood. As a result, villages of their own origin were burned by those who called them retaliation, until their families and friends were all killed.

The man has offered all his rewards for a poor village, but it also ceases to mean anything, and he is to be given a mandate in one parish as if he had become half-defunct. The town, on the other hand, was very gorgeous, a city where the poor lived. My predecessors also threw a spoon at the insecurity, and the monks forgot that the time had passed when they were busily killed by the mission of saving the people. No, saving people is an excuse, and I'm sure he was just looking for a place to bump his own void. He kept running to save people without night or day, and as a result he was to work for the place longer than anyone else.

Thus the monks realized. Whatever you do well, your sad case keeps happening unnecessarily. I was going to fully understand that there would be no more disputes from people's worlds, etc., but nevertheless one thing would always be worse if it got better. Monks uncomfortable with such a city have started their own investigation "

The Fondaine was still listening to Volgius. But Gergeda was aware that the foundines were not just standing around. In fact, the shadow stretching from her was deliberately shaking.

"The monks notice in that investigation. That there is harmony behind the city, apart from the governing body on the table. The city is strewn with magic formations, and there are mechanisms that are taken care of so that its inhabitants can live safely without realizing it, while there are always people in the city who deviate from discipline and the weak are fed. the emergence of a ghetto known as the Fourth District, despite the existence of a system of security of life, and that all the numerous city measures have been annulled; The monks realized that forces would always appear to interfere with it.

Interfering forces changed their appearance and continued to be the darkness of the city as they changed their name, but they now call themselves the Banderas Bandits. Depending on the mood, that group of people who sometimes engage in charity, transformed into beings that could be both dark and light, made matters even more difficult, but the monks realized the darkness lurking further behind them. That darkness always continued to be darkness - so deep and dark that it continued to drop darkness on that city. The figure is not remembered in anyone's eyes - a presence that would surely not have been noticed had the monk not mastered from a certain person the magic capable of exploring the memories and records of the place. The man -- no, the woman was called a masked tutor. "

So far, Gergeda didn't like it. He said this was something you shouldn't hear. Gergeda turned her back on both of them and left the scene with all her might. Either way, if I hear ahead of this story, I can't be alive. It is the instinct of Gergeda, who survived numerous crises and, while not so strong, rose to the head of Blackhawk's troops.

The two didn't even care about Gergeda running away, and Volgius went on.

Continued