The Branded Female Fencer

"Wake up, Fondaine. You can wake up now."

"Uh-huh. You're not in the mood, are you? Maybe something that won't put me to sleep any longer. She just switched bodies, but that's why."

When Fondaine stood up carelessly, she was hitting the wind of her sword with dissatisfaction. I can't imagine you stretching your back while you're stretching out, from your usual foundine. He was making sure of his body's motion while flexing gently as it was, but the sword wind was standing on his face.

"I don't think so. The orcs are defeated and the crowd returns to Tarram. At the same time, the troublemakers will push over. If you're going to disappear, now's the time."

"You'll be fine with that. But I'm being seen by my people. If you disappear without a greeting, you'll just be suspicious the other way around. I won't be able to move until I get used to it."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm gonna be caught off guard. Did I mention Volgius or something? I didn't expect to fall behind the old priest of Arnelia."

"I certainly don't see it in that regard. I might have figured it out if I'd just knocked him out, but Armas' number three was a pain in the ass. It's harder if you get away and report who you are. I called you in to make sure I put you down."

"But if I made one mistake, we fell together. Shouldn't I have died a lot?"

"That's not how it works. From now on, Blackhawk's activities will be at the centre, and 'masked tutors' in Tarram may often be suspended. I don't even have to scratch around from the inside. Thanks to all the orcs who died."

"... I see, do you accomplish the Orange Bull request"

"Yeah, it took a really long time. Besides, are you ready to get dressed? No matter how confident you are, you can't walk outside naked."

"Well, I'm not your runner."

The wind of the sword threw the clothes in his hand and gave them to him. Fundaine looks at the clothes she's been given and slacks.

"Huh... could it be something a little more stylish? This isn't like the daughter of a despicable tavern."

"Don't talk about luxury, do something about it yourself"

"The idea is to specialize in combat. It doesn't have to be that stupid, but if you're interested in the public a little bit more,"

"My raison d 'être is different from yours. I wanted to ask you one thing too, Gergeda, but what are you gonna do about putting Cass aside every time? Didn't I interest you as a man?

"I thought that would help. If I took it in, it was going to be a pawn when I had to. Rather, it might be just the right thing to rock Valsas. And surprisingly, you prefer it?

"Are you insane? I don't know why you like Gergeda."

"Men and women are strange things. But even you have a few travelers. Are you willing to put yourself up on the shelf?

"They are loyal to me. That's how it's 'regulated'."

"Wasn't that beyond what we were allowed to do?

"Is it good for you and your replacement body to be ready?"

Often the two stared silently at each other as they were tempted to kill each other, but Fondaine sighed more.

"I stopped. There's nothing more barren than a quarrel with you."

"I think so, too. We don't have permission to fight in the first place. But behave discreetly. We can't lose you yet."

"Well, you have a key escort for her. And there's no way they're going to follow that stupid individual all the way to us.

I just want to make sure one more thing, we haven't had a forced convocation from Valsas yet, but in the unlikely event of a war with Romansland, should I follow Valsas' orders? Or maybe we should disobey then?

"Unless you can identify yourself, you don't have to break away. We still have to keep fighting for Valsas.

Correct that, she no longer needs my escort. The opposition, which was the Lord, has been cleaned up, and thanks to her own strength, she will no longer need my help. And just in case, I'm hitting my hand. "

"Like what?"

"That's..."

In the windy words of the sword, Fondaine was twisting herself and laughing.

Continued