The Branded Female Fencer

The bugs stop trying to draw a circle around the largest tent in it. It is clear that this tent belongs to the Admiral, but there is no escort nevertheless. Do you think I leave everything to the bugs?

"I guess there's a lord of these guys over there, or a subject to escort. But I didn't expect one of the guards to be here."

"Tasha's report."

As far as I could confirm from the sky, he said the three biggest tents next to each other were the tents of purpose. They said they confirmed that Anneclose was going in there. When Renatica fulfilled and moved to its tent, the lights were still leaking from inside. A brunette haired woman who turns her back and heads to her desk. It must be what Anneclose looked like, but Lunatica quietly infiltrated its tent and spoke quietly.

"What if, Your Highness, Anneclose?

"! Who!?

Lunatica, who was poked in the void or tried to jump and approached the turning anneclosure, holding down the pattern of its sword and blocking its mouth. Anneclose is also a first-class samurai, but Renatica was faster.

"Quiet. Are you sure it's His Royal Highness Anneclose?

"... yes"

"The use of alphilis. Letter to Your Highness."

"Alfi's? Let me see."

When Anneclose opened the letter she received, she immediately rounded it up and put it on the lamp fire. Apparently, it means no evidence will be left behind.

Annecloses just nodded small.

"Tell Alpha Reese I got it. So I see."

"Accepted. This completes one mission."

"Wait, how did you get here? Getting out of this tent at night is suicide. They should be releasing countless ceremonial beasts, but vicious ones who can't even identify their allies if they get out of the tent. There's no guarantee you'll make it home safely. You should stay until tomorrow morning. So let's see the gap and get you out of here."

"I have another assignment, no need for extra care"

"Oh, wait!

There was no time for Anneclose to stop, and Renatica had already disappeared when she looked back. And when Renatica went out, he and King Swendle stood in front of the tent. Renatica caught an eye on why she wouldn't step in, but from within the tent she hears a voice of goodwill. Lunatica found out from the voice color that the woman was 3 and the man was 1.

It is an excellent opportunity. Given that their voices are slowly getting louder, I guess they're obsessed. It should be particularly easy to pin down, but the top didn't move. On the contrary, I've asked Lunatica for her opinion.

"What do you think?

"What do you mean?

"I don't think I should step in. It's just a hunch, but I only have a bad feeling. Inside is a substitute very unlikely to human beings."

"What if you're not human?"

There was a gap in the tent, so the uppermost encouraged Renatica to see it. Sometimes even the gaze itself is noticed, but I did have a bad feeling about Renatica, too, so I peeked inside first.

There are certainly three young women in there, plus one magnificent man. I checked during the escort, but the man is certainly King Swendle. The affair is very rough, so intense that the beds seem to break apart with each other sweating. The woman didn't feel it was usual to think that the magnificent king had all this strength anyway, but Renatica had the illusion that they were not lovers to each other, but that the giant roaches were devouring each other.

It is defenseless nonetheless. Sometimes there's a gap in the tent, but there's no dehumanizing or soundproofing magic. It can only be considered a far-fetched act if you look at the majestic attitude of the day, but if it's a trap - Renatica hesitated again, too, but crushed it like she decided to.

"- I know it's a trap, but I pulled it up without doing anything as part of the request, then it involves a selling ticket. I don't have a choice, let's do it."

When Renatica turned to the uppermost, the uppermost was already after stepping in with a sharp footing. At the same time as the entrance to the tent swayed, it had already packed the distance in one step to a position that could reach Swendle's throat.

But for a moment, Swendle's gaze crossed over. Looking at those inorganic eyes, the up-and-coming attack dulled for a moment.

"(This guy reacts too fast)"

The up-and-coming blow was bounced on Swendle's left arm. But Swendle's left arm starts to change like the bugs he's blown up before, spilling and swelling inside. Swendle, who saw it, had no hesitation and had his left arm amputated with a knife.

It's not a craftsmanship that humans can do. He stopped the chase and didn't fly.

"I see, do you give vibrations and destroy them from inside your opponent? You mean technology, not magic. That's unusual."

"Are you not willing to talk? It lacks fun, but okay."

Blood had erupted from Swendle's left arm, but the king was in no condition to care rather than hurt. That's very creepy. And when the murders leaked from the three women, the uppermost noticed who the women were.

"(It's still a Calamity split, where there are two 50-year-old and one 100-year-old? There's nothing I can't do about it, but it's a little cumbersome. and)"

He decided that it was the king who was the most troublesome and inexperienced, and slapped the air at the bottom of his palm with all his might. The fluctuations are transmitted, depriving everyone on the spot of a sense of equilibrium and hearing. I was doing everything I could to get out of that gap.

Renatica also escaped following the uprooting that came out. I had seen the upside inside, but I didn't want to be here any more. You didn't have to be Lunatica to know there was no more life. We'll be fighting the bugs again when we get out, but still it seemed a lot better than dealing with the four people in the tent.

After Renatica and her upperback had left, the three remaining swenders and women were looking at each other.

"King, do you want to go after him?

"Drop it. Did you tail him more than that?

"Yes, those who enter this surrounding tent automatically have fleas on them. You'll know where they're going if you leave them alone."

"I see, is that woman as she sees it? Then we have nothing to worry about. Let's just say we enjoy the rest. I'm not happy yet, am I?

"My pleasure."

When Swendle leaked a ferocious laugh, the women moaned and laughed at the king. Swendle remained without his left arm, but the bleeding had already stopped and he delayed the continuation of the act as if he didn't care, for example, that he had no left arm.

Continued