The Branded Female Fencer

This is ruined even though we took care not to know when to hold the main meeting. No, or both Miranda and Miriazal were beginning to think that ruining it might be an end in itself.

And after several swirls through the air as if to show prestige, many flying dragons flew away. I guess this wasn't because I took Arnelia into account, but because I found out I couldn't secure a place where the Fei Long would just stop. And a large flying dragon and ten other rides flying near the venue's upstairs balcony. Those who jumped from the Fei Long were undoubtedly King Romans Land Swendle and his deliveries.

Miranda, who welcomed him, blamed him with a glaring eye for a line of Romansland with an unscrupulous attitude.

"I see you as King Romansland and King Swendle. How!?"

"Anyway, I'm Swendle. What happened?

"I am Anorn, Archbishop of Arnelia. I'm tasked with partitioning this meeting."

"Hmm, that's a name I won't ask. In my memory I do not remember such a person being in the bishop, or the archbishop's assistant. So, what, on the pilgrimage?

Miranda's eyebrows moved tingly. I didn't think Romansland cared about Arnelia's archbishop assistant or bishop. I didn't accept international students from Romansland to Gloria and thought their chances of getting Arnelia's information were limited, but I don't seem to be alarmed other than my thoughts. Not only is it forceful, but I can tell you that I pay a lot of attention to intelligence warfare.

But Miranda's upset was momentary.

"My origins will be a problem now. More than that, my king, I would like to ask you why you wanted so much in such a large legion that it is difficult to say what a mission is. You were supposed to give me a circular for this meeting like you were on a mission of no more than 20 people?

"If you're going to say what the problem is now, it's that every archbishop of Sukeru asks questions with me standing up, even though he finds out I'm a guest. I have nothing to tell you, let me explain why at the meeting."

It was Swendle, who tried to forcefully take his steps, but before that Alberto and Eliza stood up. I haven't pulled out my sword, but I'm holding back my way with a spear in my hand. Even if Swendle stares, he is as if he were two immobile knights.

"What are you going to do, Shiro"

"Let's say it again, my king. I owe it to the head of this venue, all guests, to keep it safe. I can't complain about your actions being accepted as an act of war. Can you swear now that there is no hostility towards everyone on this occasion?

"Whatever. If you were going to be hostile in the first place, the venue would be a sea of fire. Bullshit, I'm coming through."

"Become... we haven't talked yet!

King Swendle heard neither Miranda's suppression, nor pushed the spears of Alberto and Eliza forward. Swendle was followed later by others, but Alphilis had confirmed that there was an anneclose in it. Anneclose also seemed to have noticed that there was no way to have a conversation in this situation, and Anneclose left the scene just after a glimpse of the alphilis. It is not my fault that the expression looked paler and slightly more tired than I had seen before. Alphilis felt pitied that he was probably saving a lot of hard work.

And Miranda became the feather guiding Romansland's envoy with a toothpick, but at that time Eliza gently eared to Alberto.

"Why did you let King Swendle through, Alberto? Couldn't you still have let me go on that occasion?

"... I didn't let you go. They pushed me through."

"Yes?"

"It was an unusual arm force, that king. I heard you were a samurai, but nevertheless..."

Alberto looked at the lightly curved Mithrilled spear and glimpsed King Swendle's back. I heard he was a king who excelled in outside requisition Bunwu, but he should be quite old. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable that Alberto, who continues to exercise more intensely than before, lost lightly with his arm strength, no matter how many Romansland was fit.

And after they walked away, Alphilis spoke to Muse and to Diore, who was near him.

Continued