The Branded Female Fencer

Continental Peace Conference Day Two.

The meeting place was suddenly rough. Because King Romans Land Swendle was just absent. Each of us has been prepared to argue Romansland's arguments, but they have all been vain efforts. And Voff, who attended instead, only gave answers to the extent that "this is not answerable by my authority" and "this is not informed to me", and many of the questions that I spent all morning getting no answers and the meeting progressed nothing.

And he took a break, and this time he was a black magician, and behaved, and the damage was mentioned by the nations, but on the way, this time King Swendle came abruptly. And he said, "If you don't have a question for Romansland, I'll pull it up. All you have to do is deal with the black magicians. We are full of our own responses," he said.

If Miranda explains the situation with much patience, "It's not stingy if we really need our country's cooperation, but we need a price to match it, and let me ask you again how much damage it's done in the first place," Swendle said. The national statements are almost at the end of the spectrum, and if we were to repeat them again, the sun would be completely down.

Miranda offered Swendle to look through her eyes by tomorrow because she would document her previous statements. Swendle looked sincerely careless, but the meeting was dissolved there once and the agenda was to resume from the next morning's response to the black magician.

Where the meeting was dissolved, Muse spoke to Dryan and Ray Fan and entered another conference room. When the muse went in, I sighed.

"They did it, I didn't know they were coming."

"Yeah, I guess this won't work tomorrow either."

"Why? Sure, Swendle's late is very bad, but how do you know tomorrow's a waste?

Rayfan hammered at Muse's words, but Dryan didn't seem so convinced.

Alphilis explained to Dryan.

"The king, perhaps Swendle, will have a relaxing argument tomorrow. There may have been a drop in the document, or it may have been lost, or it may be in the process of issuing a resolution, and you may leave early on urgent business that you may not have"

"Do you want to be that blatant? With them, if the international position is to be disadvantaged, there's still nothing we can do if we lose our position completely."

"If you're really going to attack and destroy everything, it won't be worth worrying about, for example, the representatives of the countries you're going to ravage. All he needs is the fact that he participated in and elucidated the Continental Peace Conference, a great name until the destruction of all the countries of the Middle Plains and the East, but no solution was reached"

"Is there such a compelling excuse!

Dryan just screamed incredibly, but Muse shook her neck to the side.

"Most national envoys are assembled here, but assuming Romansland's non-finalisation does not stand as big a name as the nations would be willing to join forces in coalition. And even if not, there are not as many military powers as Romansland and as many that have had the power to fight as they want to.

Then it's not surprising that more countries will think about what to do with defeat, assuming that they will be attacked and destroyed. "

"Stupid! Negotiate on the assumption that you will be attacked and destroyed before it begins, and figure out how to wield yourself?

"It wouldn't be strange to have a royalty who thinks that the virginity of a small country, or even blood muscles, would remain. However, it may be too late for countries to understand that the rationale of such a normal war does not apply to this opponent."

"If you do poorly, it's not surprising that work and negotiations have already begun under the water to enslave you to Romansland"

Rayfan added to Muse's words. According to what Ray fans looked into, in fact, there were multiple countries that came to Romansland's formation for use within the last night. Most of them are applications for a nonwar treaty.

Those here considered it to be an overly humbling reaction, but it is also an idea because it is the head of a country that is enriched or highly aspiring. No one could blame the small countries for having a way to survive.

After much thought, Alphilis came up with one proposal.

"Then it doesn't seem like Swendle is here, but I hope it doesn't matter, does it?

"It's the king, isn't it? You can't just ignore it."

"No, I'm gonna be a little impotent, but it's worth a shot"

"Can I count on it?

"Come on, I think it's a more winning bet than five minutes."

Everyone on the spot looked anxious because Alphilis seemed slightly less confident in Muse's inquiry. But there was no further proposal, and they had no choice but to entrust the fate of tomorrow's meeting to the measures of the Alphilis.

The operation was haunting my head at the qualifying party. The scheduled qualifying round itself ended, but the number of participants more than expected made it the feather of a further winning battle. There was also a proposal to clean it up once and for all in a mass battle, but we came to the conclusion that repeating the same format lacked fun and, given the powerful warriors waiting in the main battle again, it lacked exuberance to let the less fortunate win through.

And even though the qualifying schedule was extended by one day, this time winning two one-on-one fights meant the final qualifying winner. It was originally planned to vacate a day between the qualifying round and the main battle, so it was thought that only those who won the qualifying round would be unable to afford it, which would have less impact on the progression itself.

Those who won the mass battle were divided into two groups, each pulled a paper with a number on it. And those who were given the same number were to fight each other.

Layers hated this format. Because I wanted to avoid being noticeable. Given the future, I would like a reward for this battle if possible. But there are limits to deception on a one-on-one basis. We thought we didn't want to be seen by Jaeger's face if possible, but luckily we were allocated a venue or even a place where we drew lots of match order, so the lay was to fight shortly after informing who.

When the layer headed to the venue, the opponent was already ready. He was a tall, muscular but very serene looking man. Thoughts are hard to read because of the thread, but I was surprised at the gain.

"On both arms, shield...?

The man is not armed. They are only equipped with wooden shields on both arms. From behind, I thought of their people and backup was flying from them.

"Zach-soo! Hang in there!"

"I'm betting on you! If you don't get good grades, you don't understand!

The man called Zacks smiled and raised one hand, looking back and relative to the layer. I can't read that look as usual, but the atmosphere changed. The layer feels its characteristic changes in air. This man is definitely strong.

Continued