The Branded Female Fencer

"Magic? No, it didn't look like that."

"Really... well it was magic that I never really felt either, and you care. May I look into it, if you like?

"Well, I don't mind, but don't be rude to the body, okay?

"It's a terrible lack of trust."

I tried to get close to the bodies of Cayman and Rosanna as I deliberately bluffed my face that Grossfeld was out of my mind, but Gergeda appeared flustered there.

"What are you doing, you guys"

"Is it Gergeda? They were attacking us all of a sudden. I'm glad I did it reflexively, but there's something I'm worried about, so it's called field verification."

"This city. Then it's nothing unusual or anything. Hurry up and rendezvous. We'll rendezvous north of the city, and we'll rendezvous with Valsas after a little exercise, right? I hear Valsas is already at the rendezvous point, right? If you make him wait too long, he won't go in alone. I'll take care of this."

"That's generous of you. Is it a storm tomorrow?

"Ha, though this kind of dirty work would do me good. Who the hell thinks Temehe and the others are stuffed?

"That's our line. Well, no, if you're going to put it on later, I hope so. I'll take care of her, but treat her badly. I'm sorry."

"Damn, the people of Milius shouldn't be more victim conscious. You don't mean reverse discrimination, it"

Canato glared at Gergeda's dissatisfaction, but Gergeda ignored and called his men with a finger whistle. They wrapped Cayman's body tightly in a cloth and went away. Seeing the handiwork, Grossfeld sighed and followed the scene with the others. Dropping them off, Gergeda was looking down at Rosanna's body.

My men speak to Gergeda, who looks unmistakable and strange to him.

"Captain, do you know him?

"I've seen it before. Milius' whore is relatively rare in Tarrum."

"Do you like it?

"I'm sorry you're the kind of woman who gets killed barely if she loses her deadline. You guys want to hold Grace?

"Well, I'm sorry about that. Just a giant Grace. Then you must mean different sizes. This woman is beautiful. Captain... does a corpse look good to you?

"Abo, you. Stop making lousy assumptions and just disappear when you're done with business. I'll handle this one."

"Heh. I don't want the captain to tell me he's a bastard or anything."

My men left like white, but after they were gone, Fondaine showed up. Gergeda urged Rosanna's body with her chin, remembering something chilly in the smiling foundine.

Continued