The Branded Female Fencer

"Ahhh, can I do it? You did something wrong, didn't you?

"Oh, what about you?

When Mascalade looked back, a tall man stood there with a troubled look on his face. As far as the outfit goes, Mascalade made predictions that it would be an Arnelian monk, but it's called an unplanned attitude on this occasion, definitely not the only one.

When the man alternated between Mascalade and Hamitte's body, he put his head on like he was in trouble. And when he took charge of Hamitte's body and caught the root of Mascalade, he pulled it off as it drifted. Strangely, traces of blood splashed across the ground disappeared from the edge. A man must be exercising some sorcery, but Mascarade never even saw it.

"For now, move or. It is not good for people to see this situation without a word. You know, that's a little too bold. I didn't think we'd set it up in the middle of nowhere. A little less popular, please, homma."

"Hey, what are you doing? Who are you?"

"Brandio on the pilgrimage, or whatever you don't like from now on."

When Brandio briefly greeted him, he opened the basement door in the instructor's office. Even though he defeated Calamity, Mascalade hardens himself that the bugs are supposed to be alive. Rather, if it's not under Calamity's control, it's not strange that it's rampant.

But Brandio just grabbed Hamitte and walked down the stairs, prompting Mascarade to follow him as well. When I went downstairs and Brandio put the lights on, there were countless bug carcasses on the spot. Not a single living bug.

Mascarade flashed his face in the basement filled with the crumbling, unpleasant smell of insects.

"Ugh... this is"

"There's just so many of them. Took me a long time to get rid of it all. I couldn't make it to the ground because of that. I'm gonna do the job you asked me to do, but, well, Wye's faulty. I want to keep it a secret."

"You think it's faulty?

Failure and Brandio appreciated, but fighting this many bugs still only looks intact. Besides, I never felt any signs of a fight or anything. Mascalade feared the fighting power of a Brandio man, but Brandio's requirements apparently didn't seem sword-soaked, and he just seemed confused without killing himself or anything.

When Brandio put his head on again, he made Mascarade stand and bewildered himself.

"Well, what's wrong..."

"Are you going to kill me?

Mascalade asked just in case, but as you can imagine, Brandio shook his head sideways.

"No, that's not it. I have no reason to kill you."

"Did I kill your people?

"Hey buddy. Blah, blah, blah. I spare Hamitte his combat skills and abilities, but I've been thinking about how he got his collar on because his sentiments are rampant. It's troublesome to wear a burn collar and monitor it, and if you're not there, don't worry about that. Hamitte is not a must for Wye et al.

Just make it Hamitte. Make it yours, and if you turn it off, it's hard to make excuses afterwards. You know what? When people are gone, the most troubling thing is how to give them a reason. Regardless of the battlefield, people are not easily erased in these urban areas. If you're a Hidun operative, you know that, right?

As Brandio pointed out. When you erase a subject, the aftermath can be harder than the assassination itself. All the more so if the opponent is socially significant.

"That's true, but who am I?

"Oh. Hamitte kept it to himself, but Wye naturally grasps it. I mean, Hamitte kept your presence a secret, and that's where he tried to do something back there, so I watched him. So I was able to deal with it so quickly, but I guess I did it unexpectedly because Calamity came in and boldly raided it. Or did you make me do that?

Mascalade was a little frightened by Brandio, but neither affirmed nor denied it. Brandio turned into a troubled face again, but eventually a little surprised that he noticed something and turned to Mascarade.

"- Hmm. You already are. Just go home. I'll take care of Hamitte here. There's nothing wrong with holding you back."

"What? No disposition or constraint?

"Abo, pull it out. Either way, it's the same thing you can't tell anyone. Nothing's going to change where I put Wye's name, and I'm the one who killed Hamitte, for Christ's sake. Who are you going to tell? I'll accept all the restrictions, and even if Hamitte alone has trouble disposing of them, what are you going to do with them?

Instead, as a wai, I stepped on it that you were more worthwhile to use as you were. "

"I don't know. You're pretty much in the top position within Arnelia, aren't you, given your strength? Is that what you're gonna take in disturbing molecules hostile to Arnelia?

Mascalade felt like what she was saying herself, but Brandio was laughing the other way around.

"With one or two more disturbing molecules, it affects Arnelia's stalk. You're the one who licks Arnelia too much or does that make Arnelia disintegrate?

I think you'd rather have a bunch of black magicians trying to get in touch with you. Well, all the time, even if you're alive, you're beneficial to Wye et al.

You're supposed to be Fenna's assistant? Help the Seeker at best. Tomorrow, as a Seeker, we're going to negotiate with some countries on whether we can live on land other than Arnelia?

"... well, I'm serious about my job. Considering the survival of the Seeker would be beneficial to us, Sconner. Let me use it at best."

"If they're special winners, like Seeker only works what you say. Yeah. If you take it off, you burn it, right?

Brandio told me to make fun of him, but Mascalade responded to nothing. At the time of his departure Brandio had taught Mascalade the means of contacting himself and had dropped Mascalade off on the spot. It leads from this escape route to the underground waterway to Arnelia. Without anyone seeing him, Mascarade would be able to go home.

And after making sure no one's gone, Brandio talks to the person behind him.

"This is it, isn't it? I did as I was instructed, but I rather felt it would be interesting to turn Mascalade into Hamitte."

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"Ha. Ruddle is certainly a source of concern. If that woman gets pregnant, is it impossible to turn her into Hamitte? What's more, Hamitte's body is gone?

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"Huh? Can you do that? Well, that's the easiest thing to do, though. It's hard to move with necromancy, so if you can do it, it's best."

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"Oh. In the case of necromancy, you can't fix it without a fine response nearby. Why would Wye use necromancy? I don't care if you say so or if you learn, so yeah.

- Ha, sorry I didn't manipulate you. Either way, Mascarade's gonna lose his hips tomorrow. Do it. Should I have told you something?

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"The Lord of Wye is cold. Either way, is Mascarade destined to be crushed? You're such a poor woman."

Brandio imagined that there was no loch fate waiting for Mascalade after this, sympathetic to its end, and easily, but unexpectedly dressed him as a rare prayer.

Continued