The Branded Female Fencer

"Huh... ahahahahahaha! You, there's so much for people to be bad about! I can't believe you called such a person. I wonder what Whisper would look like if he found out!

"It must be a masterpiece of sawdust. It's a shame you can't see it in person, but just imagining a scene of regret will lower your drinks. Well, I'm going now. Do your best, okay?

"You don't have to tell me."

"Hmm. You and I, we're inevitable to deteriorate a little bit. Because we're expendable, too. Oh, just one more thing. Watch out for Jaeger's alphilis."

"Alpha Reese? A mercenary regiment led by weak men who never had a hand or a leg in our third squad? Do we need to take this into account?

"When was that? He's going to turn. Whatever, you cut out the direction of my attack. Maybe that's not the person in the common sense of the world. Sometimes that happens."

"Huh. Then you'll just kill me. It would be your job to destroy individuals like that, wouldn't it?

"That's true. Don't you think it would be more convenient for us to have Alphilis?

Fundaine answered the sword-style suggestion with a difficult look on her face.

"... well, maybe you do. The more she's around, the more the feud will spread."

"At least we should wait until we see the end of Romansland. We can move from there."

"Until then, don't get your hands on me? Can we face each other as mercenaries?

"Of course."

"Shit, that's a pain in the ass"

I said, "You got it? Don't forget."

The sword wind just left while Fondaine tongued and thought a little. There was a little to think about, but every primary interest is whether my identity was known or not. Find out what Volgius fought and what happened. I just want to make sure that I erase my tracks, but if I erase them completely, they'll probably still be alive. It might be a good idea to hide yourself here for once.

"A place where no one can see you, though it's difficult to have enough secrets to keep in touch with the outside world. I'm having a little trouble selecting... yes, you can use Gergeda."

In order to carry out his thoughts, Fondaine had just turned to Gergeda.

The Gergeda was just depressed and sitting in a liquor store. It became incredible what happened in this taram along the way, and it was as if no conclusion had been reached as to how to think and act.

Not even trying to powder my daughter into a liquor store where I would pick up my order, mocking myself as if I were a dead grandfather of fine spirits, didn't feel very like that. Because I still can't believe what I saw for myself.

I had more eyes on the Fondaine than I had on joining the group. That good-looking, inviting limb. If there's a gap, I haven't thought about offending you once or twice. How about that? An affair with the Fondaine, so illusory as to imagine that I might have been offended. Even if I've ever committed a woman before, I've never been offended. It was a humiliating experience, but it's not sloppy to be asked if it wasn't a great time. Gergeda had a sense of loss that sank at the bottom of the earth and a sense of fullness that rose to heaven all at once, leaving her with no emotions.

Gergeda on the outer road, which we both acknowledge, but what is different from Gunz is that he is always surrounded by his companions. Is there something connected between the outer roads, the fellow Gergedas spare no effort to work for the wonders and Gergedas? Neither did Gergeda think he would dislike to take care of them. But all this time, I don't feel like calling someone from my men, I just don't feel like delaying things in a quiet place, I come to the liquor store that is open in the morning and do it with a little chill. Normally, the first glass of sparkling wine that opens at once, even if it gets unconscious and lukewarm, is still not half diminished.

That's why Gergeda didn't even notice anyone else approaching her until she grabbed her shoulder from behind. Gelgeda, frightened to be grabbed by his shoulder, was accidentally pulling out his nostalgia dagger and swinging. The opponent who would grab Gergeda's hand with each pattern to stop that dagger was Captain Zerver of the Third Squad.

Continued