The Branded Female Fencer

"Come on!"

It was Canato's reflex nerve that was the cause, but Canato was definitely causing a fatal injury to Cayman's neck. It feels like cutting a bone, a deep enough blow to finally connect with a piece of skin. When Canato looked back at Cayman, there was surprise and impatience in his expression. Even if he wanted to speak out anymore, he would just be overflowing with blood, and Cayman couldn't move a single finger.

Diing a few moments later was an obvious wound, but Cayman was thinking of everything in those moments. Dead companions, Drean's cheap or not, that she fell in love with Rosanna's sister, and that she died from being attacked by pickups. And that Rosanna didn't hate again, but finally didn't get to have a belt. And Cayman only moved his eyes and looked at Rosanna. Mireille confirms life and death, but apparently doesn't help. Why did Cayman feel more relieved than sad at the end of the day? Is it because more people traveled in the middle of nowhere together, or because the laughter Rosanna showed at the end was so distorted that she never saw it again?

"(No, what kind of idiot was I to break into the house of the people of Milius? There was no sign of a break-in from the outside, and... seriously. Not from the outside... inside, were you there?

Inside, Rosanna was down. Suppose there was a killer inside, not outside. Plus earlier, Rosanna was touching her left arm before her left hand moved on its own. What if Rosanna is the culprit of all things? It is also convincing that the people around Cayman disappeared one after the other. Because Cayman was always seeing them at Rosanna's.

It was a simple thing to think about. I don't suppose you were blinded by the colored incense. But Rosanna died, too. Cayman ran out, wondering what the hell that woman was.

And after Cayman and Rosanna died, Blackhawk members were looking at each other with unconvincing faces.

"... hey, what the hell do you think it was?

"Don't ask the eagle. The only thing I found out was that maybe he was a gruzaldo beast man. Why are you here? That means you might be like a Gruzaldo spy."

"Is that suddenly coming out and this way of dying? I don't mean to humiliate the dead, but I'm too dumb."

"So I don't know."

Where Mireille was baffled, Grossfeld returned.

"What's up, both of you? I felt like about two life lights went out, so if you come back worried. Hey, what the hell is this!?

"You don't need to pretend to be surprised, Grossfeld. You knew everything anyway, didn't you?

"Yeah, well, there's no way Father Pervert cares about us, is there?

"Oh, Mr. Mireille, that's lamentable! I'm such a beautiful guide to you!

"Creepy!"

When Mireille presses her skin like she felt extreme cold air, Grosfeld approaches to embrace it. Canato enters a halt to apparent demented behavior (sexual harassment).

"Stop joking even though you're busy. Did you mean you came all the way back, like, weird?

"No... is it my fault? I thought I had a magic reaction, but I don't think I had a magic fight."

"A perverted priest's mistake, isn't it?

Mireille protested Grossfeld with her tongue out, but Canato ignored it and proceeded to talk.

Continued