The Branded Female Fencer

- At the same time...

Prior to World War II, competitors had assembled at the venue. Although the start time will only be communicated to those in the early morning matches, the detailed venue is unknown until the same day, and those without notice had to come in front of the venue once to confirm their appearance.

Or the envoys attending the meeting will also receive a circular there, so not everyone will assemble in front of the venue. In addition, considering the progress of the meeting, the match will not be invalidated after a little delay, so there are times when the match begins with a rollover.

For this reason, any remaining fighters in this battle will wander around the venue assigned to them.

The Carazel Cavalry, the Red Knight Mercredo, is one of them. He never dealt with others more than he had to, and that was the same among the cavalry. If it were a battlefield, it would run the battlefield more bravely than anyone in the cavalry, but in celebrations and so on, its little back length is often not even noticed where it is all the time.

In front of the venue assigned to me, Mercury sits on a stone as tall as her waist and meditates quietly. Even though he was a warrior to whom seeds were assigned in the tournament, he quietly waited for his turn, without being spoken to by anyone. Instead, no one may just think of a man with a back length like a boy sitting in civilian clothes in a nagging addition or subtraction as such an awesome warrior.

As he meditates, Mercredo thinks about the people he has left in the North.

"(That's a lot of people here... so you're saying you don't like the noise, but the Ordine one. Sure, it's not my turn to negotiate, but he said to go to the Unified Martial Arts Games instead, etc. All you have to do is drop by Roxonore or Gort.

Interpreted, peaceful proxy wars between nations. of mercenaries. Where we worked, nothing will change the world) "

Merkleed resented Audain-Harvin, the captain of the regiment, but the instructions of the captain with definitive readings are always accurate. To the best of Mercury's knowledge, Ordine's instructions have never been missed on the battlefield or otherwise.

The Historical Commander was an awesome knight, but the current Commander is slightly different in color. It must be an excellent knight, but it expands the force of the regiment with so much readability that it is close to prediction. The size of the current regiment is the largest in history, although it cannot be overtly expanded by the nature of the cavalry.

To the best of Mercury's knowledge, I've never lost on a battlefield where Ordine is. So in a battle without a captain, the death of the green knight Woznum cast a dark shadow on the regiment, while tightening its atmosphere. Thereafter the cavalry were to move together, at least until one case of becoming a black magician was cleared up, without the troops moving separately.

Despite that decision, I didn't expect to send myself alone this time. On the contrary, Kai may have told us that this martial arts tournament is important.

"(Because you are special -? Well, I don't think acting alone will happen to me, but don't even think it's too conspicuous. The Tajibo Dragon Man of the First World War was strong. I didn't expect the Dragon Man to be his opponent from World War I, but that was a little too conspicuous. You either abstain for a reason where appropriate, or you seem better off losing.

If there's anything I'm serious about -) "

"I wonder who they are, but they're going to win, right?

Mercury realized that there was someone standing behind her, and she was furious. Though I am meditating, I have little or no experience standing behind me. I felt that I had been read the thought by it, and I was caught in a creepy sensation no matter what.

But at the same time, I know these signs. I don't know, I have a "idea".

A young man with a shallow, black-faced face was in front of him when Mercury looked back. I don't remember that face, but someone had instinct to tell me.

"You, no, you..."

"It's Letore. Nice to meet you, I wonder if you're calling me Mercredo now. Or should I call you by your real name? Die -"

"Shall I? That word will tell us who you are. Should I lay low?

"No, fine. I don't like to be bluffed or bluffed. Can I talk to you for a second?

"It's a long way off. Let's just say we walk a little."

Letore and Mercredo walked out with him. And as I walked, I made sure there were no more people around me, and Letore cut them out.

"I didn't know someone like you was still around. Is the Karatzel Cavalry long?

"Oh. It's my job to stay with you and watch over you. That's what I promised the first captain."

"Then your lord..."

"He's dead, by the way. But the promise is what I wanted. Don't do anything extra for me because I have no regrets.

And the leaders of history are excellent knights and human beings. I also find this role interesting inside. "

The expression of Mercred, who speaks quietly, is calm. Letore was satisfied with the look on his face.

"If you're convinced, that's a good thing. I wanted to see your Lord."

"- He was a clumsy man. Only the hero Tan remained in future generations, but he was not so heroic. He wasn't smart, and I couldn't say he was talented at fighting or flattering. But you were such a nice guy that you couldn't even overlook the one life that was unreasonably taken in front of you. No matter how much I cut my life for it, I was a man who fought far beyond the limits of what I could put out.

You can't let him die attracted to your back like that, you have to protect him - and that's the first face of the Carazel Cavalry to get together. The guy who put himself on the battlefield more than anyone else as a result has left behind the martial arts and hero Tan, who is still told. I would have liked to have lived a little longer, but it was a happy death face.

I've tried to see if I could imitate it, but I can't do it any way. I can't imitate a man who fights in a way that excites his surroundings so much. It's not like we should just fight hard. It's hard to be human. "

"Right. A human being is a strange thing of all times."

Two people staring away somewhere. The sight of the two stares must have been something else, but they may have shared the same thoughts.

And when Merkleed came home to me first, he asked Letore a question.

"- Well, isn't there something crappy about being like you showing up before me? Unless it's against my philosophy, I'm willing to work with you."

"That would help if you said so. Actually, I want you to win this tournament."

"? What do you mean?

"No, Jaeger to be exact, or I want you to win. You can't give that to someone else, Levantine, who's out as this winning prize. Not to mention for those likely to be involved in black magicians.

The role of the Devil's Sword is not just that of a good slayer. That sword... "

"Interested, that story. Let me hear it, too."

I heard a voice from the top of a tree where they were walking. The two of them, who had not felt the signs of people, accidentally set themselves up, but a little black box came down from above. He cleverly used his short hands and feet on his little body, and the box twirled and spinned, and descended upon the rock.

Continued