The Branded Female Fencer

"I see, so Chiriko happens to have caught that raider"

"Um, it really happened. When Alphilis looked reflexively at the end of the chase with his eyes, that was it. I didn't think you were dressed as a human being, and besides, did you notice this gaze, or did you alert yourself to telescopic vision caused by chiari eyes and sorcery, which immediately seemed to cut your sight off by sorcery and distract you from the crowd? Thousands of eyes don't adjust very well. If you get lost in the crowd, you won't be able to follow them exactly."

"Did you know about that weakness? If so, I'll lose my head."

"It would definitely be cautious. He doesn't have a self-evident appetite, only to go around killing people lightly for more than hundreds of years. It's a scary opponent."

"The more alert Master Stelvese gets, the better it sounds like we should use our guild and Arnelia to keep track of the trends, too. Originally, the guild drew attention, but there should not be any reports up about his appearance. If you saw him, it would help if he painted a resemblance."

"You want my concubine to take a brush?

Suddenly Stervese smiled with a grin, so Miriazal had lost the following words: I've only seen enough of Stervese to count, such as putting emotions on the table. Whether there will be one if that is also a smile. Miriazal was puzzled by what an unexpected look he should react to. The same was true of the girl next door, but as soon as Miriazal sees the situation, he sends a signal to Miriazal with his gaze. But sad, Miriazal is ill-conceived only at times like this.

It is a stelvese with an even fuller grin towards Miriazal, which remains solidified.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"... Ha! Bring your pen and paper. Based on Mr. Stelvese's information, you'll look like a piece of paper."

"Yes, sir."

Before Stelvese uttered the next word, he entered a position in which Koko prepared a brush and paper to wait for Stelvese's words. Stelvese is also distracted by the rapidity of his human separation. Neither has Miriazal been more pleased with his ability than he is now.

Stelvese also began to talk about the wind of his sword, distracting himself from the swift action of his son. And as soon as Kiko wrote on the paper, the figure could be eliminated. But...

"... are you sure it's okay with this face?

"Bye. Is something wrong?

"No, not to say..."

"It's too distinctive."

The face that was there was probably the face of a man, but it was probably a neutral face that had to be attached. It's like I couldn't decide whether to be a man or a woman, as if I'd forgotten my gender. To put it well, it cannot be said that it is righteous, but to put it badly, it is a face of ten. It was not too beautiful again, nor ugly, but a face whose impression would change considerably depending on the way I looked at it, if I put it further.

"This is like a face that has shaved off human traits. The eyes are not too sharp or loose, the nose is not too high or too low. Bring me all the middle parts of the human race, and I'll stick with you."

"This would change your impression a lot with one hairstyle and one thing to wear. It's easy to disguise."

"I don't know what a concubine looks like. If you were a human, you would have been a middle-bodied meat."

"All the more so, there may be too many people in the guild who can arrange it. But that's odd. If the story of the sword wind is true, it must be killing more humans than you can count before. People like that make the impression that even the resemblance is a little more slaughtered."

"Oh, and speaking of which, there was also a makeover in the spectacle"

"Yeah, because this is still a mouthless length. You can't lead a group well as a leader unless you look at the expression and find the right material."

"Hmm..."

Tsuko has the best collective control capability in the history of Tsuko. Personal combat ability is not as good as the length of history, but it was based on the ability to use others well. Supporting that ability is the power to spot people. There has never been a mistake in the registration of a person.

Miriazar conceived.

"(I thought it would work, but it didn't work. It's been hundreds of years since I've thought about countermeasures to the sword wind, but you did have a problem. Just when the guild tries to move in full, the message interrupts, and it comes around the time I forget. Arnelia hasn't reported any direct damage, either, but maybe the pilgrims with little news were erased by that one. Well, there's no evidence, so it's just a suspicious ghost.)"

"... Dear Zahr,"

"(No, nevertheless, the report was in due course, but is it like a miracle that not only the fifth evil spirit, but the great army of oaks, the bandit Banderas, and even though there was a sword wind to it, there has been no great damage to the Temple Knights or the Alphilis? If this finds the ruler of Tarram, that's not a big gain. Honestly, if only I knew who it was, I could negotiate with anything else. To that end, I ordered Marduk to keep an eye on Alphilis' trends as far as possible, and it doesn't matter if Alphilis lied to me.

I promised Alphilis I'd do the land as a reward, but I can't read that idea. Thought I'd want a place to run a mercenary regiment. Oh, I promised, but depending on the land you give me, it could be a problem, and I won't make another unscrupulous demand.) "

"Master Miriazar?

"Well, in any case, something like roughly as the prospect suggests. I didn't even have to look at the poorly painted masters below the child's graffiti and... Ha!?

Was it because he was called upon by Tsuko in the middle of his thinking, or was the thread of tension cut? Along the way, my thoughts seemed to have leaked out of my mouth at some point. Miriazar sweats more than she drinks looking down, keeping her tea-sweeping posture. I'm so upset, I'm making tea noise and smoking it.

I can't get my face up. From the front, there is more killing than the Great Demon King, who used to confront him. And Tsukiko left the room as soon as possible. There were no footsteps, but I could only hear the door opening and leaving. That's good sacrifice. Given that it had been a little while since I opened the door, I guess I bowed politely. You mean, "Do the rest on your own, I don't know"? Miriazal looked resentful, this thin lover's son.

When Miriazal sipped the tea off but was still sweating, a gentle voice besides his thoughts came down.

"Miriazal?"

"Ha!"

"Keep your face up."

"... yes"

It is no use defying it anymore. Miriazal raised his face ready, but saw a tremendous thing. Stervese had only his eyes laughing in a full grin. Miriazal thought it would be better if he was still young.

Stervese sipped the tea at hand and took a seat when he threw the confectionery into his mouth.

"... in half an hour, meet me in the basement training room. Let's put on an archery."

"Ha! But I also hold a large number of jobs. It would be helpful if you could keep it short."

"Are you willing to compare the archery of a true dragon concubine to something in the human world? Then don't worry, let's give the tired lord a break. What, it can't be that bad? The face of the Lord will not only shape less than the graffiti of the concubine's child. You'll wake up in a day. You can get some rest, how are you, happy?

"Yes, the more I want to cry"

When Miriazal's expression came to a darkness below cloudy weather to be mistaken for night, Stervese took a seat. And when I left the room, the misplaced child came in again. And say it as you clean up the cup that contained the tea.

"Dear Miriazal, There's a half an hour."

"... what, it's also a good measure to avoid a cage"

"It helps because if you have a will, you can't rub it later. Write it down."

"... I don't have the strength to be angry anymore."

Miriazal, with his grand sigh, had remembered an awesome match he did not know if it was a fold or an archery he had received in the past.

Continued