The Branded Female Fencer

- Day four of the meeting -

The conference hall had been noisy all morning. It is customary for several people from each mission to compete in the Unified Martial Arts Games, and it is inexorable for countries to twitch each year. When the continent is at peace, a unified martial arts tournament is what makes it a surrogate war, and it is not uncommon for some countries to develop into a fight with dignity. It is only natural that the consequences are of concern.

But only today, the Unified Martial Arts Games are not the reason for the noise. Many envoys never expected it, but King Swendle has been attending meetings since morning. Besides, beside him, he was accompanied by one beautiful princess. Unexpectedly, Swendre sat next to him as an assistant to a mission of nations so beautiful that they could be blinded.

And there was no sign of Anneclose beside them. I just opened my eyes and looked at each other for this because neither Alphilis nor Miranda expected it, not even Miriazal.

But before Miriazal could speak, Miranda managed to speak. As someone who partitions meetings, there is something that needs to be clarified.

I beg your pardon, King Swendle, but His Royal Highness Anneclose is not here?

"Before we do that, let's apologize for yesterday's absence. Anne - I know my strange daughter mentioned it, but I haven't been feeling well lately because of my age here. Apologize for setting up a proxy without permission. From today on, as it was, this Orloage turns into a voff to assist. He's not feeling well either.

This Orlowarge is a woman in the back palace, but it cuts her head off. Voff and Anneclose's proxies will be fully served. Orloage, say hello. "

"Thank you, gentlemen. I am in this position because of my civilian origins and my teasing of the king, but I am more wisdom than a talented man and devote myself to King Swendle. Please forgive me."

Orloage stood up and thanked him deeply, but Dryan and Alphilis did not miss that Miriazal was a sudden killer. In a moment of gratitude, Orloage did laugh. And for a moment, I did feel that there was a mixture of things that weren't human.

Human beings who had fought or looked into it knew it. ORLOWAGE - That this woman is the Calamity.

Alphilis couldn't hide the tension again either, but I was concerned that there was no more annecloses than that. I don't know, but was it eliminated? Such a rush was putting power into Alphilis' fist. A Ray fan notices Alphilis' fist asks Swendle a question.

"King, I have one question for you. The great argument of His Highness Anneclose yesterday set the direction for the meeting. I expected today to be in the process of filling in the details, but if His Highness isn't here, I don't think I can go on. Your Highness is not here?

"Don't worry, young princess. I left it to Anne to oversee the Unified Martial Arts Games today, so I haven't been out here. This Roman's Land also secured the right to compete in the battle for the vacant seats in the Virgin's favor, so it was urgent and necessary to select the contestants. As for those of us with a lot of martial arts people, however sudden, we want to make a full selection.

And I know everything about yesterday's argument through Voff, and this Swendle has no objection whatsoever to what my daughter said. Although temporary, I am not arrogant enough to rebut what I said as a national representative.

What I'd like to talk to you about is the next story from yesterday. "

"So you think the story of Romansland pulling the army is also true?

"Whatever. But the status quo shifts from moment to moment. I was worried all day yesterday about what happened to me. I'm ashamed, but I was wondering if you could come and talk to the lords."

With that word, Swendle let the soldier behind him put the bag he was holding on his desk. It is heavily placed on the desk. And from the white cloth, the red liquid was smudged.

Everyone on the spot was wondering what the contents of the bag were. Miranda accidentally stops Swendle.

"O king, wait -"

"Well, I was worried about handling this"

Miranda's suppression was also softly spread by Swendle. The bag had three oak heads. He would have been severed alive. His head was out with his eyes open and his anguished expression and tongue sloppy. Because the days are already standing, the eyeballs are cloudy and each is on the verge of rotting.

The envoys from the civilian population were desperate because they were supposed to vomit, but some of them could not be exposed to the spreading odor. Especially the smell of the oily oak carcass was terrible, and even the samurai's envoy looked up, but there would not have been many people who looked up at the truth of what this oak's head meant.

Continued