The Branded Female Fencer

Jake was on a night police assignment at the Deep Green Palace. Until now, it was a job that was exempt because of its age, but it was also necessary to know the assignment because of its promotion. Basically, the night police were slow ones, which were tasks that also allowed me to take a nap while taking turns, but I was still heavy because I was strained because of unfamiliar tasks.

The Deep Green Palace is basically full of people in and out, even in the middle of the night, by those who voluntarily train, and also by pilgrimages. At this time of year, when the Continental Peace Conference and the Unified Martial Arts Congress were withheld, the Deep Green Palace was as bright as day until late at night.

Two minutes after Jake talked about Nakamen's security, Gus came home just before his shift time. It was already midnight, but I could have expected it to be that much time if I had finished greeting the surrounding knights. And as expected, this was also fatigue on Gass's face.

"Are we done?"

"Oh, finally"

Jake labored Gass, mindful of the sight of the other escorts. Gas, whose face is still unknown in the Deep Green Palace, is often called to a halt for every thing. Jake took the opportunity to take turns and walk into the dining room with Gus. This place, where you can also take a little meal or booze, always has people even late at night.

Jake and Gass asked for dinner, and Gass even started having a cup. As soon as she comes out, she punches the liquor bottle back in one breath before the serving woman drops back. The bittersweet servant silently brought another bottle, and Gass finally spoke as if he were alive.

"Ah, I'm tired"

"It's an unfamiliar environment."

"Oh. I almost regret what I've done with you."

"Then you're going home to Tarram?

"You know you can't, you?

Gass glared at Jake, but Jake dodged that gaze by placing an order for the service. Jake realizes that Gass is watching the way he works.

"What, a preference?

"Say stupid. I'd rather have bigger breasts."

"I'll let you know the day I get paid like that."

"Whoa, please... not that. Is that paycheck a knight?

Jake and Gus stole the service from behind. The footsteps are small and the way the center of gravity is applied is very clean. Surely it may not be the way those who do not know martial arts walk.

"No. Basically, Deep Green Palace duties are performed by people with solid identities, but sometimes there are retired knights or something. But she probably doesn't have a mouth - mostly spies, people who do the back job."

"Well... being in this Deep Green Palace means no one and he's not the only one."

"Some clerks are just clerks, but maybe few can fight at all"

"So does Gloria?

To Gass's question, Jake's hand on meat stopped for a moment. I prefer this sauce to Lisa's hand-cooked style, but I thought it would be my next opportunity to taste it carefully.

"What do you care?

"I know instructor Ruddle is a knight. The waist is gentle, but walking slightly down the left leg is a human trait with a sword to the left. But instructor Hamitte... honestly, I'm not sure. No, I felt creepy because I didn't know."

"Creepy, huh? I thought you seemed a little secretive, but Gloria is sometimes served by someone who got hurt badly in battle or left the line due to some circumstances. So maybe some of them have no temple knights or mouths. Doesn't that mean you can't trust people like that?

"No, I'm not going to discriminate because I'm a spy... but somehow, I feel that Hamitte instructor is lying. I'm proud to say I'm sensitive to people's lies because of my role in Tarram. Lies have a lot of lies, don't they? A gentle lie to not hurt others, a lie to deceive people, a lie to keep their face.

I don't think that instructor lied to me. I also think it's true that you take good care of yourself as a student. But - if you feel like it, there's something I'd like to do with everything, including us - that's what I feel. You're a good man, aren't you? Didn't you feel anything for that guy?

"I don't get it. That guy is kind to me and my people, I've never thought of anything more. If you doubt someone else too much, you won't know what to believe."

Gass thought a little after Jake's reply, but seemed to blow out the rest of the second cup all at once.

"- Right, right. You're absolutely right. You shouldn't be so suspicious about the people you're going to take care of. No, I'm sorry. It's my first place, and I might have been a little nervous because it's something I'm not used to being nice to others. Forget it."

"I don't care, it's like that."

Since then Gass has not even raised the subject of Gloria, and he has flattened the food he is transported to look delicious and returned to his room. Jake thinks about what he likes and what he doesn't like when he speaks up for his service.

Jake headed to the training room to move his body a little during the break, but he was still remembering Gass's words. I drew Gass into Arnelia also because I wanted him to look around with an unpreconceived eye. I thought I was thinking nasty myself, but Jake hasn't forgotten that Bruns' butler wasn't human, and that Dora was an enemy spy. Until then, when I got real peace, I wanted to doubt everything around me.

Such a fold, somehow I felt like Dute Hilde was not the only traitor no matter what, and I just spilled a laugh all the time.

Continued