The Branded Female Fencer

"Is this it? They got rid of them the way they wanted."

"Yeah, that's enough. Thanks."

"But both Canato and Grossfeld are suspicious. I can't help you anymore. And you think you can hide it from Canato's sensors? I think you might be moving by now."

"Oh. Nobody wonders if you and I are close? 'Cause that's what you're getting along with now, isn't it?

A more smiling foundane. It was a statement that could also be taken as a confession of a beautiful woman everyone would fall in love with, but all this time Gergeda was not as attracted to her mind as her hair.

"... what the hell are you thinking? I'm not proud of you, but I'm a hater in the regiment. He is a mercenary as well as a bounty neck. Look at the surface. It's not like there's any storage. I don't even know if Louis or Betts actually came out of this famous house. What are you gonna do with me?

"But it's actually easier to do the work of others by taking on the bad reputation in the regiment with one hand. The beginning and end of a traitor, assassination, looting. I take on the inevitable dirty work of a mercenary. You're very good at using your men, even if you don't have that much fighting talent yourself. I'm not gonna underestimate you, am I?

"It's a buyout. But what's the point of pulling me into your crew?

"To kill Valsas sooner or later"

To the words of Fondaine, a cold sweat struck his cheek from a glimmer of forehead. Kill Valsas - that's certainly the first way for a mercenary to make a name for himself, but how difficult that is. How the hell can anyone kill a man who can even retreat from the Beast General of Gruzaldo and Dreyan? Gergeda and I have not explored that possibility once or twice. Rather, it is not an exaggeration to say that we have a place in Blackhawk for that. But I couldn't do it anyway. Poison your diet, unintentionally, but survive with one sword to fall into a trap. That's what Valsas is all about.

But the Fondaine had some certainty that the words had power.

"The man has character. Did you know that?

"Somehow. Otherwise, that strong luck won't explain it. But I don't know what it's all about."

"'The Immortal'. That's what Valsas is all about."

It was a foundine that I had said so much, but I couldn't understand another thing about the meaning of the word to Gergeda.

"Immortal? So Valsas can't be poked or slaughtered? Stupid."

"Characteristics are not magic elements. He will be hurt if he slashes, and he will die if he pokes his heart or head. I'm a real human being. But death is so far away that it seems so close to unlimited immortality. I guess death avoids passing by. The only thing he's going to die of is life expectancy, natural mutations beyond his own destiny."

"If you know that much, leave it alone. It's best not to get involved. Sure, he's fate. I just think he's on his side. Show luck. When I missed a day due to a delay in accepting my sailing application or something, I avoided the storm. It rained down his tent at night, but he didn't hit a single arrow. If that's a trait, it's convincing. You can't kill me.

I don't know what to say, but he's a man who has nothing to do with power or justice. He can only live as a mercenary no matter where he goes. I'm not interested in anything like using my background in mercenaries to cadet, or taking on difficult requests to win honor. Whether a kid or baba gets killed in front of you, but if it's not money, I won't help you. It's just good enough and I'm doing a pretty dangerous request. I don't think Valsas has much of a doctrinal claim.

"No, you can't do that. He has no clear purpose now for himself. But I, no, will always be our enemy. That's why we have to work out the means to kill them at all costs. Besides, humans without procedural claims cannot be taken in. That's dangerous enough."

"If that's what you're gonna say, what are you gonna do?

- You can't go back if you ask me, can you? Or don't you already realize that? You know what I'm all about, no, I should have felt it. You're on top of each other. "

Before Fondaine's luscious grin, Gergeda chose the words carefully. You will probably die on this occasion if you lose interest, or if you buy an unhappiness, of Fondaine. Gergeda uttered words carefully, as she did when walking on wet paper.

"Anger... no, more. You're so angry that you're dying of emotions alone. All I know is that you have the wrath of burning down the world."

"That's just great. I thought you'd understand."

Avoiding Fondaine from trying to take Gergeda's hand, Gergeda continued to ask questions.

"Why do you hate me so much? It's not the past I could be proud of, and I think I'm short-tempered, not on top of this, but what the hell's wrong with you that anger keeps going that far? What kind of a grown-up would that be?

"... have you ever thought about human life and death?

"It's in the crowd. What does that have to do with anything?

"There's a lot of it. Naturally, death doesn't happen without life. Then what is a person's raw. A person's life is perceived and built in his or her engagement with others. But what if they don't even recognize you're alive in the first place? He can't even die if he doesn't know if he's alive.

I'm - those of us who don't even know if we're dead or alive. I hate this world I can't even give raw to satisfaction. There is no world that didn't even recognize us. You just have to burn down the ugliest, stupidest. Human beings dancing on a burning stage must be foolish. I want to see it with you to the end. And at the end of the day, the most beautiful scatter, leaving only the silence behind. "

"... I don't know, I just know that Temehe's crazy."

"Yeah, that's right. I'm crazy. But I know a hundred things about that. On top of that, I'll burn myself to this rage.

What do you do? Would you listen to me? Or... "

Fondaine smiled again, but now her eyes weren't laughing. There is a cold light in its eyes.

The scene continues where if you get one wrong answer, you lose your life. But Gergeda was gradually becoming sober. Clear conclusions about the path I should take were beginning to take shape.

Continued