The Branded Female Fencer

Tarram was being pursued at the end of the war. Oak carcasses rot quickly because of their uncleanness in the first place, and if left alone, they produce a strange odor. It was also necessary to deal with the plague as soon as possible. The only thing that made it easier was that I didn't have to mourn because I was a demon, and that it burned easily if I lit it because of the amount of fat. The confirmed oak carcass is roughly 30,000. It was an extra job in the hands of the vigilante to just go around on fire on these, and it seemed like he would go around on fire, soliciting will from the citizens. There was a clear rise in smoke from around the tarram, and depending on the wind direction, citizens complained about the odor, but this was another thing they couldn't do.

Even Cassandra, who is on the city wall, is likely to skip instructions for the disposal of oak carcasses by covering her mouth and nose with a cloth.

"Stinky. I didn't even think it was an oak, but when the numbers are right, they're really fucking assholes."

"Please don't blur, Lieutenant. Be one of us who actually goes around on fire. You're a mercenary and you're an orc, but we don't have that much experience."

"Even Atashi has never done this with so many orcs. I haven't seen an orc lately, and they say it's finally extinct. I'm not even thinking about this.

Oh, what a peaceful job it was for the Tarram vigilante. Atashi, did I get the wrong job?

"We feel the same way. But you can throw it out here."

"Come on, let's get this over with. And it's going to be tough, because nearly 20,000 orcs have escaped. The deterioration of security around here is visible. Perhaps the Alliance will make a large number of requests, and Tarram will gather mercenaries. The real deal starts here because the security in Tarham will get worse, and the Atassis will have more work to do themselves. I'm going to be busy for the next few months."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

It was the face of a vigilante moving his hand in bad shape, but suddenly his working hand stops at the howl he heard.

"What... is that a forest beast?

"Where are the beasts? Besides, if it's a forest, it's too far. If it's a howl that reaches this distance, isn't it a beast the size of a mountain?"

"Look, are you there!?

Elsewhere in the face of the alleged vigilante, Cassandra went straight to the watchtower. I have a bad feeling about my spine running. The crisis is not imminent directly, but there is something worse than that. That's what Cassandra's intuition said.

When Cassandra went to the watchtower, there stood a skilled sight alone there. Good eyesight and experience are the best in Tarram, but the man uses binoculars. Evidence that there's something, but it's also weird that this guy lacks contact. First primary report if anything. I will contact you about the details later.

Cassandra stared herself in the eye as she stood beside the man.

"What happened? What happened to the report?"

"... Deputy, you suspect my eyes. I can't report this."

"What do you mean?

"I did some reconnaissance on the battlefield for years, but I've never seen anything like it. I don't know. Sometimes a reconnaissance flies. Lieutenant, look at me. Do you need to teach Tarram's vigilante face something like this?

"Lend it."

When Cassandra snatched the binoculars from the man like a flicker, she saw what lay ahead, but doubted my eyes. There was a giant walking slowly through the woods. In a dark body, blurred outline. Definitely vain, but only to the point where the trees in the woods are hip-tall. Besides, counting the number of individuals was enough of a herd to dislike it from the middle of nowhere. If that thing had formed a herd and walked, the woods would probably be dead. Vain is only harmful.

Cassandra often couldn't believe what she saw and stared at the void over her binoculars. I also forgot the mercenary's insanity that when I saw the void, I would only decide to ignore it.

"What, that giant void... I've never even seen that. Besides, they form a herd."

"Me too. Come on. I've been a mercenary for 30 years, and I seriously thought I'd live long enough to see such a nasty thing when I came to Tarram because my ankles were useless.

What a vain thing I've seen was a dwarf at best about hip height. Still, when it appeared, the squadron rushed around and turned right and turned back. They often show up on tragic battlefields, but those numbers are unusual. Besides, the void barks. I've never heard of it.

Lieutenant, your experience as a mercenary would be better than mine. This is a sign of what? "

"... you know what Atashi is? I'm bigger than people twice because I'm the biggest. That was a battlefield where 10,000 people died when the enemy allied themselves. It's about old times, like when Atashi was still running out. Either that or the Alliance's record is twice as big as people's. I've never even heard of that."

"So what is it? Are we both dreaming?

"So don't ask Atashi. In the meantime, I know they're not headed this way. We're all headed somewhere else. You can leave me alone."

"If that's okay with you, I will. What are you going to do with this?

"... I'll report it to Lilliam. It's not Atashi's job to use his head. Keep your mouth shut."

"If you don't tell me, nobody will believe you. Even I take out my eyeballs, wash them, and put them back. As long as you drink enough to sleep on a day like this, come on."

"Tomorrow. At least keep an eye on them till they're gone."

"Copy that. That doesn't go away. I'm not fat enough to drink while I can. Oh, you look like a bad dream for a while."

The man in sight resumed surveillance, albeit blurred. Cassandra looked difficult, but when we found out there was no crisis at the moment, we decided to focus on our work first. Either way, Liliam can't get her hands off me right now. I thought the consultation would be late at night.

Continued