The Branded Female Fencer

"Don't be so surprised. Your sister just woke up a little bit, and she's not completely awake yet. But rarely did he wake up from himself and leave us a message.

"I smell a ton of treats from the north. If you feel threatened, we can help. If you're willing to do that, you should use your sisters. '

Yes, it is. It's going to be a lot of fighting. "

Rear Shed grinned, but Miriazar roared at the message. A northern treat is probably about a massive demon in a dragon's nest. Indeed, from the four Sisters of Spears, who even feed on demons, the more powerful it is, the more a treat it becomes.

If we can operate the three immortal soldiers, Rear Shed, SeroGrace, and Hamnet, as hand pawns, we can reduce this damage and make sure the opponent beats us. But I can easily imagine the extent to which these three obey orders and the amount they defeat will be used to awaken Cuvez.

The worst assumption is that Cuvez will be completely awake while sending an expedition stage north and most afraid to be disobeyed in the middle of the operation. Instead, Miriazal thought that he might have sent his sisters to identify the occasion.

But if we turn down the offer of the three sisters here, they will surely turn to the enemy. The rear sheds are smiling because they know it, the cello grace is slight, and the hamnet is leaking a sneaky laugh.

Miriazal returned the words quietly so that he could not understand the itching thoughts of his teeth.

"- I got the offer. I'm not shy about forming a collaborative relationship, but I still can't decide how to operate it. I'll get back to you with the details."

"I don't mind, do I? But do you want us to have the means to communicate with you and where you're staying?

"Fine. But I'm not gonna put about a free meal, I'm gonna get you to work, okay? Besides, your food bills are unusual."

"That, of course. And, in the meantime, thanks for the information. You know my opponent?

"No?"

When Miriazal saw about Miranda, Miranda looked difficult.

"You must be Vanessa the bouncer, right? All warriors in this battle are instructed to wash out their origins. I just have information on the guild about Banessa, but nothing's wrong. I'm from a cold village in the mountains, and I don't wait for adults to register for the guild. He's a Class B mercenary who's been ranked up in the tunnels while I've been asked.

I've hardly received any requests for monster crusades or anything, but I don't have a background in bad things with requests. He's a tough mercenary, but he's more popular than that. He is also good at singing and dancing in relation to working in a tavern. Some folks and fellow mercenaries are enthusiastic supporters. I don't see any floating rumors, but I think you like traveling. "

"Lie. That monster can't be like that. Did you see the fight right?

"No, I didn't."

"I suggest you take a good look at it once. I don't think we would lose that way if we used our original weapons, but the struggle would be a must. I think that's it."

Miranda and Miriazal were astonished by Rear Shed's thoughts.

When such a conversation was taking place, Banessa in the matter was turning back to the inn with her own entourage. Many men spoke to her when turning back to the inn. Banessa was also lovingly turning back to those guys with a smile and a shake of hands or some conversation.

And when they entered the inn in Arnelia, Banessa and the others went into the furthest room. This is a place where dignitaries and others were built to be easy to protect, but Banessa herself asked to ensure that strange bugs did not lean against them. The room is connected inside, but there is also consideration for being able to sleep in a different place from your entourage and escort.

So Banessa stepped back somewhere on the upper couch and stirred up the liquor in front of her. Banessa behaves elegantly in front of others, but she may compare alcohol to drinking more than she works in a tavern. I don't suffer because Banessa herself likes alcohol, but the alcohol she swallows at the end of her work was still exceptional.

"Phew, a cup after nervousness is good. You want to do it, too?

"No, I'm good. It's Shimodo."

"Heh, unexpected weakness"

Banessa tends to rock a bottle of booze. Banessa expressed her honest thoughts when she saw Armas' No. 2, up-and-coming, sitting on decency, taking the hood.

"You look good. I don't think it's a creation."

"That's the kind of stunt. Not as good as number three ability, but to some extent, I can change the skeleton. If you make it for a beautiful man, you get a lot of money."

"If I didn't know your original face, I'd have a dream moment."

"That's the way it is. But it was a little unexpected that number three was gone. Too bad she was a good girl."

Vanessa looked a little lonely. When I poured the liquor into the glass for three minutes, I toasted the glass together and by myself.

"What are you going to do?

"You'll be as free as booze to mourn the dead. Almas means nothing more than number 3. We only know each other more than number three, and in that sense, she was a good friend to me, too."

"I'm surprised you had such feelings. Almas, sister number one."

"A killer with no emotions is third-rate. Sorrow, laugh, and kill just like people. It's the first time I've thought of it as top notch. You're a decent human being, at least at number three. Even if your abilities are invisible.

Isn't that right? Whisper. "

"If that's what you think."

Then a cat came in through the window. He is the demon of Whisper.

Continued