The Branded Female Fencer

"Come on, I'll allow it. Let me show you."

"No, I'll ask the maple."

"We can't negotiate with Dwarves in Maple. They are famous for their difficulty. Tsukiko has gained a certain trust, but Maple hasn't."

"No, I should be able to. Maple must be one of the heirs to Kiko, right? I'm not gonna let you tell me you didn't plant it."

Even Tsukiko took a breath in this word. I haven't even officially told Miriazal about it yet. You must be some candidate, but why can you guess so much? It was such a statement that I thought there might be a traitor in the mouthless.

Now Kiko nodded at Miriazal.

"... fine. Then I'll let Maple guide you. But there are times when Dwarves don't listen very easily to my orders. The first condition is that you don't like yourself. Is that okay?

"Of course."

"Then I'll show you later. And Miranda, but I'm too busy to see you for a while..."

"No, I'm scheduled to see you later. Don't worry about it."

Miriazal mumbled at the perimeter of the preparation. I didn't know Alphilis was getting ready so far. Miriazal couldn't guess what Alphilis was thinking right now.

"Alphilis, what does your Lord have in mind?

"Just strengthen the regiment. I felt painful in Tarram. The Orange Bull is strengthening its power. Dog death as it is. I will not die. I'm gonna beat the Orange Bull and make him look alive."

"Okay, then I won't say anything. I'll make arrangements. You should go."

"Thanks"

When Alphilis drank his tea and thanked him, he left Miriazal's office with Rana. After they were gone, Tsuko cleared the cup and gazed at Miriazal's complexion.

"Surprised. I didn't know you were that far away. Until just two years ago, I was still no different than a girl."

"Oh, and the eagle. But it's still sweet. Until you secure the misrill and make it with the dwarves. Whatever the Mithril, the Demon Stone needs training for the soldiers who use it. It can be called the Knights Temple for that matter. This is why there are no armies in other countries that can use Magic Stone. Well, Alpha Reese will know when he's armed."

"I hope so..."

While walking down the hallway of the Deep Green Palace, Alphilis had predicted that such a conversation would be taking place. And next door comes Lana with a worried face.

"Is that okay, Alphilis? Cut Miriazal like that."

"It's okay. I don't care about Mithril, I don't care about Magic Stone."

"Huh?"

To a strange Larna, Alphilis showed her notes by hand. Because it's not good to be asked.

- What Dwarves make is something else.

That's what the note said, and Larna became desperate to swallow less words of surprise. Alphilis was plainly miserable, too. I didn't see one upset, and I didn't even think Alphilis would do that.

But even though Alphilis had done such a bold thing, he had spoken plainly to Larna as if she were going to talk to the public.

"Did you thank the layer more than that?

"What?

"It's about the tarram. The layers won't thank you, but they'll have taken your revenge as a result. Besides, there must be your mother's condolences. Can we just rest a little longer?

"No, because it's more distracting to work. Besides, if there's any resentment, it's definitely turning into something. Because my mother is oh visible and not pure human, but close to the creatures of darkness. That it's not saying anything, I guess I did what I had to do.

I thanked the layer in words, but I can't say enough that I've been thankful. I'm going to pay the corresponding consideration sooner or later. I don't know how it should be returned. "

"I hope so."

Alphilis felt sad when he saw Larna's face with her beard under her eyes. I'm angry that I'm not healing my wounds yet, but I can't do anything. While Alphilis resented his powerlessness like that, he had to take him out because he needed Larna at the same time.

Alphilis gently eared to Larna, making sure it wasn't popular, as she changed course to the garden of the Deep Green Palace.

"There's a lot of people here. Can you do me a favor?

"Are you sure you want to? It's not just Alfie, is it?

"That's the time. But if my predictions are being met, it's gonna be hell. Of course Miriazal will be thinking about it, but you should hit him a lot in the hand. The fact that I found the ruler of Tarram, which Miriazal couldn't find, is a fundamental difference between me and Miriazal's methodology. There's no hand in not taking advantage of that difference."

"That's why I can't believe you trapped Deep Green Palace with my magic."

Trap the Deep Green Palace. Alphilis brought Larna here for this. Alphilis had one imagination in Tarrum. When I heard about the Bishop of Arnelia, who was moving in Tarrum, I felt that Arnelia was not a single rock. I'm pretty sure that's from Miranda's story, too, but the question was whether that was to the extent that it wasn't a single rock, or whether it was a total betrayal.

Arnelia once allowed Doom to break in. Alphilis still couldn't believe how easy it was to break in, even though the security was thin and alarming. Besides, this time, Romansland will get us out of here. Even though Arnelia's information network is incomplete, the discord is too great. Then I thought the traitor might be near Miriazal.

That's not why we may be able to do anything, but if it's a trap set by none other than the Arnelians, we thought we might not tail off to an unexpected event. That said, I mean the Deep Green Palace, which was completely bound. It was only a few things, such as witchcraft without being noticed. If it were possible, it would involve trust and would not have many benefits. But Alphilis' instincts told him he should.

Larna was collecting the pebbles that had fallen around it while walking appropriately, holding it in her hand.

Continued