The Branded Female Fencer

Mercreed walks in firm gait and stares at Tajibo. But the clothes burned quite a bit, and not a single balloon remained. Still pampered and firepowdered, slowly Merkleed turned overhead to make sure he was doing well when he went to pick up the spare weapon he was placing behind the referee.

"Craftsmen here do a good job. Same wooden spear, but made in the same way, not only to the shape but also to the center of gravity? Well, how many seconds to go, referee?

The referee silently indicated the hourglass. There won't be 70% of the rest.

"Hmm. I said I wouldn't use a real spear for ordaining, but I can't help it. Be prepared, dragon man."

"Now what?"

Tajibo set it up, but now Mercury had a different set up. There were many people in the venue who responded to the erection by dropping their hips and trying to raise the spear pattern.

"Is that a casaragi stream?

"Why would a mercenary build a knight's spear?"

"I hear there are many former nobles in the Karatzel Cavalry. Isn't he an ex-orthodox knight too?"

The knights at the venue talked about it, but the three-step poke rolled out of the erected Mercury hit Tajibo almost simultaneously and played its spear. To much speed, it only looked like a tajibo, like it glowed.

Poking, shouting, paying serial strikes flying at about the same time. Too many spears, Tajibo can't even fight. And when I wondered if the spear had been wound up, Tajibo's body floated in the universe. More than twice the weight of a human being floated into the universe.

"Whew, why!?

"Break the center of gravity, it's like this no matter how heavy they weigh. Nun!"

Mercred's unknown attacks hit Tajivo simultaneously, cracking balloons all over his body, and Tajivo was blown off the scene. The hourglass had not yet fallen off, and the victory of Ordine (Mercredo) was declared.

The venue was rocking stunningly. And the knights who knew spear moves were arguing about Merkleed's use of at least three different genre moves now.

"Why? Why hasn't he appeared in this year's spear department with all that skill?

"And the third class, they're all communicative strength. With all those spear knights, you'd be famous for some game in front of you."

"So it's from the field? Anyway, someone who can make the best of three spear moves, etc."

The knights were circling their own imagination, but Mercreed was pulling up with a sleazy face. Rhine had heard such a knight's interaction nearby, but the strength of Mercury was also reflected in the Rhine in different dimensions.

And back to the current time. Tajibo was indeed blocked by the loss, but on the contrary there were bright parts. The line slaps Tajivo on the back.

"For losing the win to the present, it's bright, isn't it?

"Well, I guess so. It's a good thing the venue has flourished, and that's what it would be worth to have come out into the human world. I just found out that spear technology still improves, but it's paying off."

"Speaking of spear technology, another awesome welcome? Wasn't that the seed from the captain?

"Is that General Gandals? Sure, that's a pretty good warrior."

Rhine has seen the battle of Gandals. In a skirmish in which he participated as a mercenary, he saw the treatment of his heavenly trident. The power is the same, but the technology is also equivalent. He was a samurai like he was born to fight. He should have been over 50 years old, but he was also a strong warrior, as I know he is still at the forefront.

But his companion shook his head beside him as he watched the battle of Gandals.

"It's not, Deputy. Gandallus lost."

"Huh? That old man's a warrior who's won so close to winning, right? Who did this?

"Barbarians - right, that?

"Oh, maybe. My skin was brown."

Another mercenary answered, and Rhine asked.

"You said you've been hired by all sorts of mercenaries, right? Do you remember a woman like that?

"No, you've never even heard of it at all. She was a woman with a spear, dressed in the skin of a warcraft I had never seen. While the Gandalls were at war from the start, it didn't last 30 seconds, did it? At the end of the day, he was stunned and exiting with the help of people."

"- When you win, it's me in WW4."

Wictrier, who was quietly leaning the cup, shrugged. Apparently, Victoria cared too. He also said he wanted to fight the Alphilis, but when he looks at Wictrier, who usually puts an archery on the mercenaries, his surroundings think that if he does poorly, he can also aim for a win.

I can't breathe a breath, Victoria, while dealing with a dozen mercenaries. Few know exactly who she is, but everyone knows that she is not the only one.

But he spoke humbly and quietly.

"I don't want to lose to the point of fighting the Alphilis, so I hope I can go see the game tomorrow. How was the Alphilis game better than that?

"I managed to win."

Alphilis came to Victoria's seat. Looking where I have a meal in my hand, apparently he came home to Jaeger earlier.

The opponent was a mercenary who defeated Elsia, named Satyra. If you look in the guild, you are the captain of Muller's steel soldiers. He was a warrior fighting with a shield in both hands and an axe.

Continued